I own nothing. If you don't recognize the nickname, however, I made them up or based them off of one of my friends. I own the school, teachers, student body, etc. So please, don't sue me!
Blink
Ah, lunchtime. Where we demonstrate to the whole of East Brooklyn High why we're called the Seven Silly Eaters. If you're a true idiot and really don't get, I guess I'll be forced to spell it out for you. We each get two trays, (2x7=14, you with me so far?), pile them up to our chins with food, then we sit down and proceed to eat all of our food, and, of course, we eat the strangest combinations known to mankind. Spitfire has been known to join us, she's kinda cool like that. She's known us since 3rd grade, when she transferred to our grammar school. I knew we'd get along great when she called the teacher a fat, ugly, uncreative cow and proceeded to chuck Play- doh at her. She got in a shitload of trouble just for that, but she sealed her cool status forever when she picked a piece of Play-doh up off the floor, ate it, and said, "Mmmm...tastes like chicken." The eight of us were super close after that. Now, she's grown up a little bit, but she still eats carrots and ketchup, cauliflower and mustard, and hot dogs and maple syrup. Now, I could see her coming toward us, dragging a new guy by the hand, and she appeared to be laughing her head off. But when he got closer, my heart stopped and my jaw dropped. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was about 6 ft., with curly brown hair, large, deep brown eyes, a mouth with full, pouty lips, and a killer bod, from what I could see. Fuck. I was in love. Head-over-heels in love. And I didn't even know the guy's name. But Spitfire, as usual, took care of that. "Guys, this is Dave. He just moved here from Chicago. As far as I know, he's straight. So, until he says otherwise, Spot, Snitch, Skitt-hands off!" I laughed, then, even as I watched, Dave turned bright red. "Oh, how cute, Spitfire. New kid's only been here, what, ten minutes? And already you've managed to embarrass him", said a new girl's voice. "Band Geek, be quiet. And where the hell are Natalie, Crazer, Dr. Allen, and all them jazz?" "Duh, duh, duh, duh duh, that jazz! They're somewhere." Let me explain. Spitfire made a ring of friends in elementary school (that would be us), and then she made another, her friends in band, drama, choir, etc. We boys have sort of appointed ourselves Spitfire's guardians against guys who come on to her when she doesn't want them to. Of course, her boyfriend could do that just as easily, but him, plus the six of us, makes it a lot more menacing. Hee hee. Strength in numbers and all that. Did I mention her boyfriend, Jack Kelly, is captain of the both the football AND wrestling teams? So, yeah, it's like she has her own team of bodyguards.
Spitfire
Hola. Me llamo Spitfire, y tu eres muy estupidas. What does that mean? Figure it out! Tu mama! Anyway, I'm only here to explain a few things and introduce a couple of people. You met Band Geek, and heard about Natalie, Crazer, and Dr. Allen. Well, Band Geek got me throwing shot put, finagled me into joining marching band, and is obsessed with her band teacher. Oh, yeah, her name is Amanda. Crazer is my friend. (I'd tell you her name, but she'd kill me.) Crazer is, well, crazy. And she's totally OBSESSED with Johnny Depp. And she makes the weirdest sounds EVER! Sheesh. Dr. Allen is my friend, Alec. His twin Eric's nickname is Dutchy. I thought of calling them Dutchy 1 and Dutchy 2, since they're Dutch, but that sounds REEEEEALLYY corny. So we call Alec Dr. Allen because of a role he portrayed in our school play 'The Girl In The Mirror'. My friend Linz goes by Natalie, you know, one of Charlie's Angels? She loves that movie. And then there's Buddy. What more can be said? We call him Godfather: 1.) Because he looks Italian and 2.) He can do a mean Marlon Brando accent. Next, we have Linz's boyfriend, Levi. We call him Jeans because of his name, you know, Levi's Jeans, and all that jazz. And last, but not least, Lucky Ace, or sometimes just Ace, Koji. And he ALWAYS wins when we play games at lunch. It's not fair! Hence, the nickname Lucky. There are more people, but they're minor, and you'll meet them later. As I mentioned, Spot, Snitch, and Skitts are all gay. Which is why I told them to stay away unless Dave said he was gay. But as soon as I saw the look on Blink's face, I knew he was gay. But I didn't care. He's still one of my best friends. I felt an arm around my shoulders, a set of lips on my cheek. My boyfriend, Jack Francis Patrick Kelly. But he's VERY touchy about his middle name, but his mother's Irish, so what could he do? "Hey, babe" he whispered in my ear. "Hey, sexy!" I chirped, almost mechanically. He laughed and sat down next to me. Now, I know what you're thinking: What's a guy that sounds extremely handsome and popular doing with a music and drama freak like me? It's complicated, but to make a long story short, he had to do a non-sport extracurricular activity, or risk being kicked off the wrestling team. So he auditioned for the school play 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', and we ended up opposite each other in the leading roles. We've been going out for about a year now, but the spark that was there at the beginning of our relationship died, and I can't figure out a way to end it pleasantly. Yes, there's someone else! But back to Blink. If he wanted Dave, I was gonna help him snag him. Blink deserved a little happiness, after all he's, what, 16? 17? And he's never been on a date in his life. Besides, I could tell Dave was gonna fit in good with 'my crew' and me. It'd give Blink a chance to get to know him better. I LOVE playing matchmaker! Anyway, this is the upshot of my ramblings. I'll come back every now and again to tie up loose ends and move things along. Now, back to your regularly scheduled narrator!
Dave
I allowed myself to be dragged along by Spitfire toward an overcrowded table that was actually two tables pushed together. "OK, these are my friends, starting with Jack"-she pointed to the good-looking guy sitting next to her-"And going around the table. Not everyone's here, you'll meet them all eventually. OK, this is Jack, Specs"-a guy with funky '70's style glasses-"Dutchy"-a blond guy that looked Scandinavian-"Snitch"-a small, wiry little guy who seemed to radiate energy-"Skittery"-a tall guy who lived up to his name, his eyes were darting everywhere-"Band Geek"-a tall girl with frizzy brown hair and huge arms, I mean she had muscles!-"Crazer"- a shorter, stockier blond girl wearing a T-shirt that said 'Kiss Me, I'm A Pirate'-"And last, but not least, Dr. Allen"-Dutchy's identical twin, except with more chiseled features-"And that's everybody. Everyone that has this lunch period, anyway. Skitts, I'm lazy. Pass me those three hot dogs you haven't touched yet. I'm hungry." Skitts handed them over with much good-natured grumbling. She slathered ketchup on one, mustard on the other, then stole a container of maple syrup off of Dutchy's tray and drizzled it over the third. "Spitfire, you do know that's disgusting, don't you?" asked Dutchy conversationally. "Mmhmm" she mumbled, through hot dog and syrup. She swallowed, then continued. "But it's quite good." I swear, she polished off those three hot dogs in two minutes flat. "I'm gonna go get a Diet Pepsi. Anyone wanna come with?" Band Geek and Dutchy got up. "OK, then. Dave, do you have to go to the office or anything? Turn in a transcript?" I nodded. "Well, OK then. Blink"-she winked at him-"Why don't you show him where the office is?" "Awww, man!" he moaned, then laughed to show he was only kidding. Then the bell rang. Everyone said their goodbyes, and we all went off in different directions. This was the first day in a long time I'd felt happy, really happy.
A/N: OK, I know this was kinda long, but I had to bring in the major characters, set up a plot, etc. The next one's a little shorter, I think. I FINALLY got this done for you, Izzy! Please don't chase me with spears! (cowers in a corner) Anyway, shoutouts: SATURDAY: My biggest fan, my first reviewer, here's hoping you like this chapter as much as the first, and you'll like the ones to follow just as much. Cheers!