Author's Note: This is the first Joan of Arcadia fic I've written, so don't be too harsh! I got the idea for this from the May 14th episode.
Principals, Geeks, and Sir Isaac Newton
Grace Polk stood at her locker, kicking it angrily. Principal Price was standing behind her, arms crossed and a serious look on his face.
"Miss Polk, would it be too much to ask you to stop destroying school property?" he asked, causing Grace to stop kicking her locker and grit her teeth.
"Would it be too much to ask you to leave me the hell alone?!" Grace responded, her voice getting louder as she went. She pushed Price out of the way and began to walk down the hall.
"Miss Polk!" Price yelled after her. Grace simply raised her hand and waved to him as she met Joan, Adam, and Luke outside the school.
Adam and Joan were giggling about something that Grace rolled her eyes at, and Luke had his nose stuck in a chemistry textbook.
"I haven't seen someone so interested in a textbook since Friedman snuck his Playboy into history class," Grace snirked, but got no reply from Luke. "Yo, Girardi. Come on, Newton's third law isn't that interesting."
Luke finally looked up at her. "So, you're talking to me?"
"No, I'm talking to Rove's new face attachment." Joan broke away from Adam long enough to glare at Grace, then went back to making out. "Why would I be avoiding you?"
"Well, you know…" Luke stammered, before Grace grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"One word more and you'll be a living chemistry experiment," Grace muttered. Like's eyes few wide and he nodded his head in agreement. Grace slowly turned her head to face Joan and Adam, who were watching her with wondering looks on their faces.
"What're you doing to Jane's brother, yo?" Adam asked.
"Showing him what'll happen if he lays a hand on my ass again," Grace covered. Luke was nodding in agreement when she started the statement, but stopped once she said 'ass.'
"What? I did not," he sputtered, shaking a finger wildly, "no, I do not have a death wish, regardless of what you all may think."
"What's wrong with your brother, yo?" Adam asked Joan.
"Science brain?" she guessed. "It's Luke. What's not wrong with him?"
"I resent that," Luke yelled out as Grace dragged him off.
"Now where are they going?" Adam asked.
"I think Grace has the hots for my brother or vice versa or both, which is beyond disgusting," Joan explained.
Adam started laughing. "Grace? Admit she likes someone? That would be so…"
"Materialistic? Yeah, I totally got that."
"Actually, I was just going to say girly, yo," Adam responded. Joan rolled her eyes at him, but he leaned over and kissed her, which seemed to take that problem away.
Meanwhile, Grace and Luke were in the parking lot, sitting on Grace's car.
"So, now that you're actually speaking to me…" Luke started.
"I was never not speaking to you, dork," Grace corrected him.
Luke
looked confused. "Was that supposed to make sense?"
Grace suddenly leaned in and
kissed him. When she pulled away, he still had his eyes closed and his mouth in
a pucker. Grace started laughing and Luke opened his eyes.
"So, does this mean that we're…" Luke wondered.
"If you say 'dating,' 'going steady,' or any other ridiculously cheesy phrase coined by pathetic fools like your sister and Rove, I swear I will hurl."
Luke nodded slowly. "Is that a yes or no?"
"Does this answer your question?" She grabbed him by the shirt collar again, this time laying a big kiss on him. After she pulled away, she told him, "I've gotta run. You're either in the car or under it. Pick one." She then got in the driver's side, and Luke smiled to himself.
"I'm going out with Grace Polk," he said slyly. Grace honked the horn at him and he quickly jumped off the car and joined her inside.
While Grace and Luke has been busy kissing, Adam and Joan has wandered over to the parking lot, where they has witnessed the show.
"Adam, would it be possible for me to gouge my eyes out with a well-sharpened spoon or something?" she asked, disturbed by the scene.
"I've got a jack knife, yo," he responded, having a hard time coping with it himself. They turned and started walking back towards the school, talking.
"Grace and Luke?" Joan wondered aloud. "What do they see in each other?"
"Opposites attract, yo," Adam stated wisely.
Joan stopped walking. "Do you think we're opposites? Or maybe we're just not really attracted to each other, it's just basic hormones and teenage lust, and maybe we're not like Romeo and Juliet and we'll never have a real relationship because my brother is making out with my best friend!" She stopped babbling and looked at Adam, who was giving her a confused look.
"I have no idea what you just said, Jane," he admitted.
"You're right," she said, not really paying attention. "You're right, and I'm not going to go and ruin my brother's life just because I think it's a horrible tragedy to the whole of mankind. I mean, can you imagine their kids?"
"Jane, we're in high school."
"Oh my God, they'd be genius science punks that went around beating people up that didn't know the Pythagorean theorem…"
"That's math."
"…or didn't wear clothes that were protesting war." She faced Adam and stared him in the face. "We have to stop this now, before our children's futures are doomed!" She ran off, and Adam stood there, suddenly getting a smile on his face.
"Did she just say she wants to have my children?" he asked himself. He then realized Joan has left and ran to catch up to her.
As Joan was planning the future of everyone within speaking distance, Grace and Luke were driving around in Grace's car.
"So, where was it you had to go?" Luke asked Grace.