There he was, waiting for her, waiting to talk to her. Man, word gets around fast!
Rommie walked past Gabe, smiling at him. The rumors were true, she had broken up with Dylan, and he was going to swoop in and make her forget everything about him.
Gabe couldn't help but to feel nervous, he'd had a girlfriend before, but not like Rommie. How could he handle her, she'd had Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.
He opened the door for her as they walked into Civics class together.
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Trance copied the Trig notes, a test was coming up and she was still having difficulties with this chapter. Math was never her strongest subject. Though the clear right or wrong answers appealed to her, there weren't enough alternatives.
"Omigod, she hit him?" one of the girls behind her whispered, obviously one of Dylan's fans. "Is he okay? How upset is he?"
That voice seemed oddly familiar, was she a cheerleader? No, they wouldn't be talking about Rommie behind her back like this. But she remembered hearing that voice, yelling, maybe screaming around the football field as they practiced.
'The High Guard mascot guy is a girl?' she thought to herself. No, that was too weird. But, who knew? A chill ran down her spine.
"Class, solve equations five through seven for homework. It's not a lot, but I expect it done." The teacher closed his book and sat down at his computer.
Trance quickly caught up with Doyle, she was standing in front of her locker, trying to open the lock.
Harper swooped up out of no-where and slammed his hand into the locker. Amazingly, it opened.
"Iwanted you to open my locker, not break it," Doyle commented.
"Hey, sometimes high-tech problems require low-tech solutions," he shrugged.
Doyle shook her head and smiled at Trance. "Hey, have you heard?"
"Yeah, there's a rumor mill with a hundred horse power here," Trance muttered.
"Heard what?" Harper asked.
"Yeah, I know, interesting, huh?," Doyle replied, ignoring Harper's question.
"Heard what?" Harper asked again, exasperation flecked his speech.
"I'm looking forward to the game this Saturday, can't wait," Doyle said.
"Yeah, that's all you two talk about, what's so special about this game anyway?" Harper muttered.
"I...I can't tell you," Trance started.
"If she did, we'd have to kill you," Doyle finished.
"Uh huh," Harper said. He didn't like to be left out of the loop, but it's not he had anything to add to the topic. His cousin's voice rang in his ears. Those who wait for information to come to them spend a lot of time waiting by the phone; those who go get it have something to say when it rings
"Hey, Trance, we have to get to Biology, see you at lunch Harper," Doyle smiled cheerfully.
Harper shuffled down the hall to his shop class. As soon as he walked through the door, a cross-section of a Harley-Davidson met his eyes.
'Hehehehe, this'll be fun,' Harper thought. He copied down the instructions and got to work on his Davidson part, the engine. Mr. McDonahue really liked him, always gave him the best machine parts and was never reprimanded.
Harper was deeply involved with his wrench when the rest of the class settled down. All thoughts of "the game" were forgotten.
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Rommie jumped when the bell rang, her Spanish class was over; Señora was done with the lesson. Quickly she gathered her books and ran to her locker. After opening it, a small note card fell out of her jacket with a sunflower. She set her books down and read it.
Hey Rommie, how are you? I've admired you for quite some time and have now summed up the courage to ask you out. If you will please meet me at the Chem. Lab at dismissal, I'd be glad to reveal my identity to you.
G
"This day is too much for me, how did he get this inside my jacket?" she asked herself. The idea that she had a stalker was too far-fetched. She even entertained the idea that it might be Dylan. Such thoughts discouraged the idea that she had a secret admirer.
Her gaze went back to the last sentence. The Chem. Lab? Why that? She had English Literature as her last period, Chemistry was as far as could be!
"Oh, well, it's not like I have anything better to do" she muttered as she grabbed her History book.
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Beka stared out of the window as Mrs. James discussed the principality of Monaco. She'd had a hard time concentrating today, Steve had asked her to dinner; she knew the perfect little Mexican restaurant. It was family owned, nothing like Chi-Chi's or Chili's or Taco Bell. She was thrilled when Steve said he liked Mexican food. Frankly, it was her favorite.
Mrs. James droned on, quickly losing the classes attention. Steve slumped in his chair. He had recently perfected the ability of sleeping with one's eyes open. It came in handy.
'So, we're actually going on our first date, hopefully she won't miss it,' he thought drowsily.
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(After dismissal)
Rommie walked to the Chem. Lab, pushing her way through the people trying to leave. 'Come on, just a few feet further,' she thought. She reached the door and saw a little note.
Rommie, if you're reading this, then I'm glad. Your curiosity is definitely a good thing. Now, let's see if I can test it… Meet me at the bleachers, please.
G
'G?' she thought, perplexed. What kind of wild goose chase is this? She should stop now and go home, but…her thoughts of meeting him got the better of her. 'Oh, what the hell?' she shrugged.
She walked outside and caught sight of a guy by the bleachers. His dark hair shone in the sun and his face lit up when he saw her. He smiled as she came near; it was Gabe who had sent her on this excursion? 'Omigod, omigod, omigod," she thought as she crossed the space between them.
He handed her a sunflower, with a mischievous grin.
"You?" she asked.
"Me, like I said, I've been admiring you, but haven't you done the same to me?" he said.
Her face displayed her confusion.
"I've seen you exercise during my swim practices, I've seen you glance down at me, I'm not blind," he chuckled.
She opened her mouth, but shut it again. Slowly, she smiled. "Damn, you're too perceptive."
He laughed at that. He took her hand and held it.
"To what do I owe thee, fine gentleman?" she asked coyly.
He kissed her hand, just like Clark Gable had done to Vivien Leigh. He stepped back and watched her face.
"Would you like to go see a movie with me?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes.
"Yeah, sure, I'd really enjoy that," she grinned.
He let go of her hand and ran over to the gym. Something crinkled inside it, his number.
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Dylan watched as Gabe kissed his girlfriend's hand. Jealousy flared within him. His heart was wrung as he watched her lean against the bleachers and smile.
What had he done wrong? Wasn't he good to her? His mind mulled over this.
Hell would freeze over before he got her back. She broke up with him; he couldn't just waltz in and use the "I'm so sorry, I need you" line. No, she was serious.
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(That night)
Beka pulled her hair back; Steve was due in any minute.
Rafe knocked on her door. "Bekers, your boyfriend is downstairs, talking to Dad," he said through the door.
"Oh, no, please no!" she said as she ran down the stairs. She found Rhade sitting on the couch; he was wearing an Atlanta Braves hat and jeans. He looked sexy as sin. 'Forgive me father, for I have sinned...' she thought.
"Hey Steve," she smiled as he stood up. She turned to her dad, "We're going to a restaurant, then probably just hang out for a bit, I'll probably be home by eleven." She knew the routine.
Steve waved goodbye to Mr. Valentine and walked out with Beka. "Your dad's a cool guy," he said.
"Oh, yeah? Normally he would grill any guy I bring home, family, criminal records, past relationships, etc." She grinned.
"Hey, he's a Cowboys fan, he's alright by me," Steve shrugged.
He opened the door for her and waited for Beka to get in. "Mr. Gentleman aren't we?" she asked.
"Your dad is watching through the window," he said.
She waved once more to him as Steve put the key in the ignition.
When they reached the restaurant door, Beka turned to him. "Take your hat off."
"Raise your right hand," he laughed. (Shameless miff on the Stooges)
"No, seriously, it's rude to wear a hat inside a restaurant, Steven." Beka glared at him.
"Ooh, full name, I'm in trouble," he said, quickly swiping his hat off. Beka kissed his cheek and walked in.
The seating hostess showed them their table. As Beka went to go sit down, Steve pulled her chair out for her. "Thank you, I think," she said, grinning.
She looked over the names, trying to decide between quesadillas or fajitas. Suddenly, a man in a Phillies hat walked by their table. Steve looked pleadingly at Beka.
"No," she said.
"But, Beka…"
"No, Steve."
"If he'd wearing his, then I'm wearing mine," he said, pulling the hat back on.
The chatter and clinking of silverware stopped, Beka covered her face. "Steve this is a predominantly Phillies place." She shook her head.
"If you'd told me that, then I would have worn my hoodie," he smiled.
"Steve, give me the hat," she said.
"Awww, Beka…" he moaned.
She reached forward and took his hat. He frowned and looked down at his menu.
…
The restaurant door closed. "That's it, next time, I pick the food joint," Steve said, holding a doggie-bag.
"Fine, but no McDonald's" she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I don't like going to places that require me to 'drive up to the next window, please'," she said.
"Oh, you're a sophisticated person…are you an Eagles fan?" he asked quickly.
"What? That has nothing to do with this conversation, but no I'm not." She shook her head.
"Good," he smiled.
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The next day, Steve opened his locker to find bubble wrap stuffed in it, a note was tucked in the center.
Sophisticated people play chess,
Red-Necks can amuse themselves for hours with a simple sheet of bubble wrap
-Jeff Foxworthy
Steve laughed and walked into his classroom. After the announcements came on, he started playing with the bubble wrap.
Pop...pop…
"Steve!" Beka smiled behind him.
He popped a few more…pop…pop…pop…
AN: All props to Jade Rhade (luv ya, megz) for coming up with that scene, thanks hon! Much love! Oh, and no, Rhade really isn't a hick, that's just a little humor, don't worry!
Harper's Pixie-not so sure about the Harper/Trance anymore…glad you like the story!
Miikka- yeah, he's hot, but at least he won't be like "Bow down to me, I am God"
Prin69-yeah, soup…definitely a turn-on lol, yep-right into Gabe's out-stretched arms.
ZELINIA- thanks, this'll last maybe 3 more chappies at the most
Eris- I dunno, this might just end before summer vaca, :Laughs manically:
Vee017-I hate it when those "She doesn't like me" things drag on…Dylan won't really be a jackass, just a little OoC, S!Dylan…maybe :)
Naira- yeah, I added some classes for you, hope you liked it!
