AN: another funny short story from the mind of Sam!
Cast:
Dylan Hunt-the all-American QB, hot-shot
Rommie-cheerleader, Dylan's girlfriend
Trance-Bio student, genetic skin problem
Harper-shop student, Trance's friend, has a crush on Beka
Steve Rhade-second string football player, kiss ass
Beka-has a crush on Rhade, part time mechanic
Louisa-gymnast, overachiever (aka fun to make fun of!)
Setting- Tarn Vedra High school (lol)
Football practice had just ended, Dylan trotted off the field to his beautiful girlfriend. She kissed him and said that she'd wait while he took a shower. He gave her a smack on the ass before hitting the showers.
Rommie sat on the bleachers with her pom-poms by her bag, her rear stinging, slightly. She pulled out a compact and checked her make-up.
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Beka rolled out from under the '87 Chrysler she was working on for her dad.
"Bekers, you got ten minutes before school!" her brother called out. Rafe was a high-school drop out, he hated 'the system', he had said.
Beka was determined to get her diploma, she wouldn't be stuck in this no-account town!
She changed her clothes and brushed out her hair, currently blonde with bronze highlights. Her mother was a beautician, and loved to experiment with her daughter's hair. This often resulted in Beka being teased by the "bimbos-with-pompoms".
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Trance shut the door of her car, snagging her sleeve. "Shit!" she muttered. A tiny patch of purplish skin poked through. She had recently acquired a genetic disease, called Spurtyspiculima-something or other. Her skin had turned purple and she'd grown and inch taller. She felt like a freak.
This was her first day, her mom kept insisting that she'd be fine. For now the only kid she knew was Harper, her old childhood friend. She grabbed her bag and walked inside, pulling her hood over her face.
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Rhade dressed quickly, he hoped that he'd have some extra time to stop by her locker. He wanted to drop a note in there before class started.
Louisa. The name and face of the beautiful gymnast floated around in his head. He'd tried to be debonair around her, like Dylan, but he just couldn't. The quarter back had a certain quality that just attracted girls. Maybe it was his car, the BMW his parents had bought him for his seventeenth birthday, or maybe it was his hair. Oh, shit-like he knew?
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Harper sat down in the shop class, just as the bell rang. The day's project was on the board, how to disassemble a carburetor. He snorted. Amateurs, he had assembled his first carburetor when he was twelve. His eyes flicked around, and landed on another board, one with instructions on how to make a PT Cruiser with just foil. That sounded like fun! Maybe he could give it to Beka…(his crush) He knew she loved to work on cars-this might be just the thing!
She'd known him since 6th grade. He felt like he'd known her forever. They'd been friends off and on, he was there to help her through her addiction, he was the one who was there to help her when her parents split, but every time they'd gotten too close, Beka had pushed him away.
A small part of him felt like it was hopeless. For all he knew-it was. She had a crush on the new guy, a second-string football player, Steve Rhade. Shit! Some guys just had all the luck.
(lunch)
Dylan sat down next to some of his buds. Roy was trying to see if he could get a whole hamburger down in one bite. He was a little depressed that Rommie had first lunch while he had second.
To his little fan club, that meant no more watching Dylan make out with her. In their opinion, this was the best thing to ever happen! Christmas had come four months early!
He smiled at them, flashing his surgically enhanced teeth.
Steve sat across the room. 'Show off!' he scoffed to himself. He also had been let down by the lunch periods. Louisa had gotten fourth lunch, while he had second.
Suddenly, a unison scream erupted from the cheerleaders. One had black-berry jelly all over her hair and new-white-shirt. He stared around, trying to figure out who did it, and landed on Beka, laughing uncontrollably. She looked up, saw him, and fell out of her chair.
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'NO! He did not see that!' she moaned to herself. She sat up again, trying to hide her red face behind a geometry book. 'Damnit!' she looked up, he was picking up his tray and leaving. Or so she thought.
He sat down right next to her. She lowered the book and saw a smirk cover his face.
"I'm not sure Davinci's physics were meant to be used that way," he smiled.
"I didn't do that, I just found it hysterical," she said quickly.
Steve was about to ask who did, but at that very moment, Harper stood up and took a bow, to much applause.
"Go figure," Beka said.
Steve dug into his macaroni and cheese. "Is this real, you think?" he asked, the congealed food sliding off of his fork.
"I-I can't say," grinned Beka. Her own food didn't look much better, PB&J and coffee.
"Mmm, lunch of champions," Rhade said sarcastically.
"Better than the yellow goo we affectionately call Mac-n-cheese," Beka replied.
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Harper sat down from his bow, grinning at the cheerleaders. He glanced over at Beka to see if she was watching. His heart sank, she was sitting with Steve, and worse-she was smiling.
Trance shuffled into the lunchroom and ducked as a glob of jelly came flying at her. It landed on a cheerleader. She looked out over the many heads of the different students. After finding Harper, she moved to go sit next to him.
"Hi…" he said as she sat down. "Who are you?"
"Seamus, it's me, Trance?" she replied.
"No…you're purple, Trance was normal colored," he said bluntly.
"Harper, you lackwit! It is me!" she said. She showed him the scar he'd given her when they'd fallen out of his tree house.
"Oh…hey Trance," he said.
"Yeah, thanks for the warm welcome," she smirked.
"Hey, most people don't like to sit with me, ok, of course I'm a little suspicious," he said, taking a sip of his cola.
"Whatever…that's bullshit," she smiled, eating a French fry. "So…you got something against cheerleaders?"
"Yeah, they're blondes with boobs who don't want to go out with me. I get my revenge as it comes," he smirked.
"Glad to see your wit hasn't worn itself out by now," she said. She watched as the cheerleader tried to get jelly out of her hair with a spoon. (lmao)
AN: tah-dah! That's what happens when Sam is stuck inside with nothing to do! Note to self: get stuck inside more often! Isn't life great? I don't particularly like the cheerleaders I've met-so if I offended anyone its becuz I haven't met you personally!
