AN: to everyone who burst into tears when the Telemachus Rhade action figure wasn't found in their stockings, I'm sorry, I'll take it up with the big guy personally. Uhm…those of you who want me to drop the H/B-write it up! I'm considering it.
Hey! I get to kick Louisa outta this now!
Chapter 3
Gone. Louisa was gone. She'd left on the 7:00 plane to France. Steve couldn't believe it! He thought she'd be able to handle a little embarrassment.
He walked through his homeroom's door. The girls were gossiping, the guys were bragging, the nerds were nerdying. Life was good, just absent of Louisa.
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(after school)
Rommie ended cheerleading practice, mainly because the guy in the High Guard mascot suit was watching them do their routine. Frankly, he weireded her out, beyond belief.
The football team could be heard practicing behind them, Dylan and the coach-Bob Triumvir barking orders.
The mascot suddenly took off running, as a small section of the cheerleaders took after him with water guns filled with rotten milk.
Rommie laughed as her 'defense' chased the High Guard guy around the field, theteam even stopped to watch the girls' pursuit.
'Teach him to mess with my girl' Dylan thought. He wiped his brow and looked down at the clipboard, three more plays to go over.
He looked back at the cheerleaders, but only caught a flash of red and navy as the girls ran into the men's locker room. Why?-he had no clue. He just hoped that they knew where they were going…
Rommie finished decorating Dylan's locker. This was a not-so-spontaneous effort to encourage the team to win tonight's game.
Suddenly, a burst of yells erupted from her girls, two were standing by Steve Rhade's locker.
"I'm gonna decorate his locker-bitch!" the blonde yelled as she threw a punch, but missed badly.
"No, he likes me better!" the brunette swung-and missed.
"Ladies, ladies! Please-recite rule number 3," Rommie interrupted.
"No fighting over guys in public," both responded in unison.
"Then stop, if you can't settle your hissy-fits at home, then don't bring them here!"
"That's easy for you to say, you won Dylan single handedly! There wasn't even a chance for us!" the blonde yelled angrily. Murmurs from the rest could be heard.
Rommie felt a sense of rage come over her; she'd gotten Dylan fair-and-square! Rommie jumped on the girl and hit her. Lucky for Rommie, the girl couldn't hit a wall with her own shadow.
The circle of cheerleaders parted as Dylan and the rest of the team walked in.
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Dylan was overcome by a need to allow the girls to continue fighting, but knew he'd eventually have to separate them. His teammates moaned as he stepped in and pulled his Rommie apart from the tall blonde (now sporting abloody lip).
"Let me go!" Rommie shrieked. She clawed at his hand and tried to kick the blonde. "Let-me-go!" she said slowly. She tried in vain to reach the girl, but her boyfriend's arms were too long.
The line-backer stepped in and took the blonde by the shoulder, offering his handkerchief to her. Dylan put Rommie on the ground, but rested his hand heavily on her. She ducked under him and ran to the blonde, only to be restrained by Dylan again.
He picked her up and carried her to his car. She tried to open the door and run, but once again-Dylan caught her.
"Rommie, cool it!" he said as he placed her gently back into the car. "Just relax."
"Dylan, c'mon let me go!" Rommie pleaded.
"No, not unless you tell me why you were fighting," he replied.
"You're really going to let me go?" she asked.
"No," he said. "But, you might as well blow off steam, or suffer the consequences."
"Fine, she said that I don't deserve you, that you didn't get a chance to entertain their whims." Rommie brushed her hair, trying to soothe her nerves.
"Wait, what?!" he asked.
"You heard me!" she said as she shot him a glare.
Dylan drove off with Rommie as the rest of the team watched them with grins on their faces. Steve shook his head, muttering something about prima donas.
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Harper tucked his physics book in his messy locker and tried to shut it. The locker rebounded and opened, all of his stuff falling on the floor.
"Harper!" Trance came up behind him. "Here get out of the way," she quickly arranged his stuff in an orderly chaos kind of way. It wasn't neat-as-a-pin, but it was definitely better than it had been.
"Thanks, your purpliness," he grinned. His books were in order by class period, and all his other junk was stuffed in the plastic crate on the bottom.
"Yeah, just try to keep it that way," she smiled as she stood up.
He shifted his backpack, "Why does it seem that we always end up together in our spare time?"
"Twist of fate?" she suggested. "The universe's sick sense of humor?"
"Okay, I'll buy that, otherwise-all the jocks would be girlfriendless."
"Speaking of jocks, did you hear about Rommie?" Trance smiled.
"No, what?" he asked.
"She got into a bitch fit with a blonde, had to be separated," Trance grinned.
"Bet Cap'n Stupendous feels mighty proud of that, his own girl, breaking a rule," Harper muttered.
"Actually, he was the one who separated them," Trance whacked Harper in the back of his head.
"Really?" Harper laughed.
AN: yayness-that fight scene needed to come out! I couldn't hold it back any longer! Was it good? Tell me about it, I'm here for you!
