Newsies 2004

Chapter 2

AN: Hey guys! Here is chapter 2. Thanks to everyone reviewed, and if you did then you know who you are. LoL. So for now, enjoy chapter two : )

First period went by rather slowly. . .which is weird because it usually just flies by. But then again it's a Monday and in my opinion that is the WORST day of the week. I mean think about it. You just came back from a worry free weekend and are too lazy or too tired to care about anything so you slack off. I think Monday's should be banned from the days of the week. But then again if it was I would feel the same way about Tuesday so. . .oh well.

The questions that Mr. H assigned us, yeah didn't finish them. I was too busy talking to Yoda and Erin to really care about it. I mean seriously! This kind of stuff is boring to me, easy, but boring. Jordan loves it though. So does Erin but she didn't finish her questions either. She said she was still wiped out from her weekend at the coast with her dad. Jordan and Yoda finished their questions and turned them in like the good little students they are. Oh well, homework is homework. I can just finish it at lunch anyway.

The bell rang, FINALLY, and me and Erin and Jordan were currently walking to our next class: Chemistry 101. That's another class that I currently find boring. I mean yeah it's easy as hell, but BORING! Yoda and Granny walked with us for a while until they both swerved left and went down another corridor, leaving just the three of us. I saw Erin pull something out of her backpack.

"Erin, you're going to get told to throw that away." I told her as she opened a bag of Cheetos.

"No I'm not." Erin said confidently, popping one into her mouth.

"Yeah you are. We're fixing to go by S's class." Jordan said, pointing down the hallway. Mr. S. He was our teacher for English 3 when we were juniors. He was pretty cool, he often told jokes and we sometimes veered off the subject until he would glance at the clock and tell us to get back on task. One time he got so immersed in a story that thirty minutes went by before he realized it. He told us to pack up then, only because class would be ending five minutes later. Yeah, I miss that guy.

Erin scoffed. "Mr. S isn't a Hall Nazi. Besides, how can he not let me keep these? I was his favourite student." Jordan and I rolled our eyes, knowing that Erin was exaggerating.

We saw Mr. S standing outside his classroom, telling off other students for PDA or for loitering when we had two more minutes before the tardy bell would ring.

"Hey, Mr. S." Jordan said happily and Mr. S smiled at her and glanced at Erin. He sighed.

"All right, Apollo hand 'em over." Mr. S said.

"Hand what over?" Erin asked innocently. She looked down at the Cheetos bag in her hand and looked back up at him and grinned sheepishly. "Oh. Sorry. Guess I forgot."

Mr. S took the bag from her and threw it into a trash can that was just inside the room. "Yeah right, Apollo. I'll believe it when I see it. Now get to class." He teased, gave us all another smile and we hurried off to Chemistry. Jordan and I gave Erin a 'told you so' look but she just ignored us.

We walked into the classroom to find Jinx already at our table. She waved to us and we walked over and sat down next to her. She had her headphones on again, Nirvana still blaring. I think that's about the only thing she listens to because I've never heard her play anything else. I'm sure she has other bands that she loves, but none that I've heard her speak of so far. It's always "Nirvana this" or "Nirvana that". Not that I'm complaining, Nirvana kicks major ass but sometimes it gets a little annoying. But that's just the way she is and I love her for it all the same.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around and was greeted by big brown eyes. Ah, my lovely, lovely Smarty. Her real name's Sabrina but she's super smart, hence the nickname. Example: She's fifteen years old and a senior. YEAH! The first time I met her I was intimidated. I mean seriously! She's supposed to be a sophomore, but passed the tests that you take if you want to skip a grade. . .Or a couple of grades in her case. I don't know why she's in a regular Chemistry class, seeing as how all of her others are advanced. I never asked and I'm guessing it's none of my business. Smarty has straight brown hair, like iron board straight, with a small figure. She's pretty tall, around my height and she loves to laugh. I don't think I've ever known someone who could laugh as much as she does. She doesn't make jokes, but that's only because she sucks at it. She's really cool anyway.

"Hey, Smarty. What's going on?" I asked. She pointed to the board and I looked at it and my jaw literally dropped. There, in big bold words, were POP QUIZ!. I couldn't believe it! The first month into school and we had a quiz ALREADY. Although, it's not like it was a test. Oh well, thank God I'm acing this class or else I'd be screwed. "Oh don't worry. You'll pass, like always." I reassured her. She frowned.

"Hey, I may be smart but that doesn't mean I study." She said. The girl next to her, Floaty, laughed a little. Oh yes, Floaty. Real name Emily but Floaty sounds much better suited for her. She's not really one of my good, good friends that I hang out with a lot, but I talk to her during class and we eat lunch together. That's pretty much it, but Floaty is the nicest person you could ever meet. She's shy sometimes, but don't get her started on anything because she won't shut up. She has sandy brown hair that comes to her shoulders with dark brown eyes. She wears the coolest glasses I have ever seen! They're like Professor McGonagall's from Harry Potter only hers are purple instead of black and she stands about 5'5 even. Can we tell that I like Harry Potter?

"Of course you study. How could you not? You're like Bookworm over here. Always has her nose in a book." Floaty said, jerking her head to a girl sitting next to her. The girl looked up at the mention of her name. Bookworm, real name Alison, was another person who wasn't a good friend of mine. But we got along great, her loving my eccentric taste in music and I loving her taste in books. I may not look it but I love to read. Well, write mostly but I sometimes get ideas from books I read and I write short stories about them. In other words, I like to write fan fiction. Yeah, fan fiction rocks. ANYWAY, moving on. . .

Bookworm has long brown hair and always has it tied up in a ponytail with small blue eyes and she's about one inch shorter that Floaty. Bookworm glared at Floaty from the top of her book.

"I do not always have my nose in a book," She muttered. All five of us nodded. "Fine, whatever." She said, stuck her nose back in her book and began to sing a random tune under her breath. That's Bookie for you, always singing. The bell rang and yet again another class began.

"A THIRTY-TWO! A THRITY-FUCKIN'-TWO! WHAT THE HELL!" Jordan shouted as soon as the bell rang and all of us were out in the hallway. I was between Jordan and Erin, Floaty was on the other side of Erin, Smarty was beside Jordan and Bookworm trailed after us, her nose still in her book and Jinx was beside Bookworm, occasionally having to steer her out of other people's way so she wouldn't run into them. "I studied for this! I took good notes, I paid attention, I PRACTICALLY studied! What the hell is she playing at!" Erin clamped her hands over her ears.

"Hollywood, lower the decibels please!" Erin said, wincing. Mrs. A, our Chemistry teacher, can we tell that we like to abbreviate our teacher's names, is usually pretty lenient on grades except when it comes to quizzes or tests. If you didn't know the material then you were S.O.L. I loved Mrs. A, she's the kind of teacher that you can joke around with or cuss in class and she wouldn't give a damn. We're seniors, so what would it matter? Plus she curses sometimes too. It's odd isn't it, how I love the teachers but HATE the subjects?

All seven of us were on our way to lunch where we were to meet our other three friends. Yes I have a lot of friends but Erin and Jordan are my best friends. We finally reached the cafeteria, Jordan still fuming about her grade and she saw Eric at our table and when they reached each other they kissed.

I've never had a boyfriend, not a serious one at least. I've been on dates, but I've never liked the guy enough to be with him longer. Most of them I only dated through one of my dad's friends. Some were nice, others I just couldn't stand. I know my dad loves me and he tried but he can't really help in this field. This is just something that I have to do on my own. Okay, enough with the sap. Food!

I set my backpack down on the table and plopped down, took out my homemade lunch from my bag that I made the night before and opened it up. I don't really trust the food here and I never have. I've been bringing my lunch everyday, since my first day as a freshman and dammit I'm proud of it. Three girls were already sitting across from me, Ershey, Mich and Rebel. Otherwise known as Trish, Michelle and Tyler. Ershey is Trish, yet another girl who isn't a great friend. I mean sure she's nice, she's wonderful even, but we don't hang out as much. She just has her own agenda planned, but we still talk to each other at school and we hang out only if we see each other at the same place. Ershey has shoulder length, wavy black hair and almond shaped brown eyes. Why do all my friends have brown eyes? I just noticed that. . .Anyway, she's kind of short but not too short. I'd say she's about Bookworm's height with a tan skin tone. Ershey's nice though, anyone who has met her can tell you. She's sixteen, a junior and she's shy sometimes like Floaty. She can defend herself easily if she needed to and is very optimistic, usually taking over some situations. I swear when she gets older she's going to be the next President of the Untied States. Hell, I'd vote for her.

Mich is Michelle, not really a nickname like any of the others but it'll do. Mich is. . .Well, I wouldn't call her a good friend, more like just a friend. She's the baby of our group being fourteen and a freshman, a very hyper and babbling freshman, but an. . .interesting one. More unique than anything else. If you try and talk to her about anything, she'll start but automatically go into something COMPLETELY different and before you know it, an hour, or whatever, has gone by. She's pretty funny about it though sometimes, and if she ever tries to explain a story or something, every other line is just oozing sarcasm, it's great. Mich has long, straight chesnut brown hair, even though she complains that she wished she had curly hair like Jordan's (though I don't know why. Personally I love my long straight locks and would chop my hair off if I had curly hair, but that's just me). Brown eyes, yet again with my friends having brown eyes, and freckles spattered across her nose. I don't know exactly how tall she is but I'd say around Bookworm's height also.

Last but not least is Rebel, real name Tyler. Rebel is really cool and she's one of our good friends. She's kind of the tomboy of the group because she is constantly getting into fights, even if she doesn't win them all. She's a great fighter, I know from experience as she practically kicked my ass on the first day we met. I was in a shitty mood and Rebel just happened to be nearest and so I took my anger out on her. Needless to say she whipped the crap out of me and since then I've never taken my anger out of her again and we've been pretty tight. She's the girl who doesn't give a damn what other people think about her, something I admire about her, and she refuses to get emotional in public. Anyway, Rebel has a kind of light/dark brown hair thing going on that comes a little past her shoulders. She has dark brown eyes and a very light tan and is seventeen, a senior.

Now that I've explained the last of my three friends, I saw Jordan, Erin and Eric come back from the lunch line. When did they leave! Oh well, I didn't have time to think about that because soon after the three of them sat down, Granny and Yoda joined us. Yeah all of us have lunch together, something I find very strange. Anyway, soon our table was stuffed with people and chairs and backpacks continued to get in the way, but no one cared.

"Hey, Kay did you finish those questions for A?" Smarty asked while taking a bite of her cold cheese pizza.

"Nope, but that's cool. I can finish them easily in like five minutes." I said.

"Hey guys, what's up?" A voice asked from behind Eric. He turned and saw Chris. Ugh, Chris. Okay, what I was getting at earlier before I bought my coffee, Chris is Erin's ex-boyfriend. She had a MAJOR crush on him when we were in middle school and she finally went out with him shortly after eighth grade. They were together until the end of last year when she found out he was cheating on her. He didn't deny it and needless to say she dumped him and she was devastated after that. But since Jordan is currently with Eric, well no one really knows if they are because it's more like an on-off relationship, and since Eric and Chris are best friends, him and Erin see each other whether they like it or not. She admitted to me during the summer that she still loved him but me being her best friend and in doing the best friend duty, I told her that she could do so much better and that he doesn't deserve anyone as great as her and all that jazz. Which was true, if he was going to be a total bastard and hurt my best friend like that than she was much better off without him. I've never really liked Chris to begin with but I've held my tongue and was civil to him because he was with Erin. But now that he isn't. . .let the fun begin.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked bluntly.

I love being the bitch.

"Uh, to sit here. Is that okay?" Chris asked rudely. This is just one of the many reasons on my list why I don't like him. I don't hate him, I never hate anyone, I just dislike him with a passion.

"No it's not." Rebel piped up. Rebel knew everything that went on between Chris and Erin, but the difference is is that she hates him. She's willing to take him on in a fight any day. She told me that once and I said that I wouldn't even stop her if that day came. Chris glanced at Rebel, pulled up a chair next to Eric, and sat down.

"Hello? Did you not hear her? She said you couldn't sit here." Mich said, motioning to Rebel. Chris looked up at Mich and scowled.

"Shut the fuck up, freshman." He said. Ershey and Rebel jumped up from their seats, Rebel having a dangerous glint in her eye and Ershey shooting a glare at Chris. Ershey and Mich are sort of friends, but Ershey just tends to stand up for people and has a bad temper. Mess with one of her friends and you're liable to find yourself in a world of hurt. I could tell Rebel wanted to do more than just give him a good punch. Chris looked up at Ershey and Rebel and all of us were earning strange looks from other tables around us. Chris shook his head, stood up, and put the chair back and turned to Eric. "Hey, I'm out. See ya later." Eric nodded and Chris walked away and Ershey and Rebel sat back down.

"Eric, why the hell do you put up with him? He's mean to everyone, especially us." Jordan said motioning to me, herself and Erin. Eric shrugged.

"We've just been tight since second grade and he's a really cool guy once you get to know him." Eric tried. Jordan frowned.

"I've gotten to know him for five years and he's still the same jackass as he was in seventh grade."

"Yeah well you don't see me complaining about any of your friends, do you?" Eric snapped.

Oh HELL no.

"What about my friends? Just because they stick up for someone else does not make them bad people."

"And neither does Chris! He's not a bad guy, Jordan!"

"Eric, he cheated on my best friend. He's been a total bastard to us since he's known us. Tell me that that doesn't sound like a bad guy." Jordan said. Eric sighed angrily, stood up so fast he almost knocked his chair over and gathered up his backpack.

"Whatever, Jordan. Chris is my best friend and if you or any of your other friends can't accept that then too bad. I'm out of here. I'll see you after school." Eric said and turned to walk away.

"No you won't because I'll already be gone!" Jordan shouted after him and she sighed angrily as well. The whole table had gone quiet.

"You okay, Hollywood?" Floaty asked timidly. Jordan sighed again.

"Yeah, Floaty I'll be fine. He just pissed me off. Oh well, I'll live I guess." Jordan said. She and the rest of us resumed our chatter. I'll admit that Eric can be a total ass at times but he's good to Jordan and that's all I care about. I've liked him more than Chris, always have and always will. That's pretty much how their relationship goes, they've never gotten into serious fights but someone does something that pisses off the other and all hell can break loose. Granted they make up in about two or three days but it's not fun to be caught in the middle of one of their "fights".

Lunch continued, then the bell rang and we all went our separate ways as we clambered on to our third period. Third period soon faded into fourth, the last class of the day, then that dissolved into after school. I am now currently in my car, jamming out to Sugarcult on my way to work, glad to be out of that prison, Jordan following me in her dark blue Dodge Neon. Today was just one of the days at my school and I find myself dreading the next day and what it can bring. Or maybe it can be something great, something so spontaneous that even I wasn't expecting it.

Ha, no way in hell.

AN: YAY! Chapter two! I hope everyone liked it. It was pretty long but I had to cover everyone else who I didn't get to in chapter one. Chapter three should be on the way and so should the boys. Please review and I might just get it up faster. ;) Thank you!

DreamlessMermaid