WAR OF THE GIRLS - Part 2
(The next day starts out at Lindburgh Elementary where Jimmy and Sheen are talking amongst themselves before class starts. Libby and Cindy have yet to make their way into class).
Jimmy: So, Carl is out yet another day. You know? I could always try reverse engineering the sick patch I invented a while back and modify it so that it effectively helps fight Carl's illness.
Sheen: Sure you could try, but for Carl's sake you probably shouldn't.
Jimmy: Hey, why is that? I'm perfectly capable of creating something like that for a friend. In fact I'll get started on it right after school today.
Sheen: That isn't what I meant Jimmy. Do you remember the last time you got us all involved with those patches?
Jimmy: Well, I admit there were a few oversights in the production and it may have been my fault for not properly testing them.
Sheen: "May" have been your fault?
Jimmy: Ok, so it was all my fault, but the point is...
(Before Jimmy can finish, Libby enters the room alone and begins to look around)
Sheen: Hey Libs!
Libby: Oh hi Jimmy! Sheen! So what are you two up to today?
Sheen: Wow, you're especially perky today. (Sheen holds out his hand) Now hand it over!
Libby: (confused) Hand what over?
Sheen: The candy! Don't be coy with me! We all know early morning perkiness doesn't come naturally.
(Libby rolls her eyes and looks away from Sheen)
Jimmy: Um, where's Cindy? Don't you two usually come to class together?
Libby: Yeah, well, let's just say we discovered something new about each other and we're having some issues.
Jimmy: Discovered what? What issues?
Libby: That we don't like each other! I don't even know if I can stand to sit next to her today. Speaking of which, since Carl is out sick can I sit with you guys? Just until I figure out where my new permanent seat will be.
Sheen: Libby kickin' it with the guys? Sure!
(Sheen jumps up and puts his arm around Libby, leading her to Carl's desk)
Jimmy: Uh yeah, go right ahead. But what did you fight over? You two don't seem like the type to squabble over petty things. It sounds serious.
Sheen: Come on Jimmy, they're girls! Of course they fought over something petty. What else could explain it?
Libby: Shut it, Sheen! And yes, it was quite serious. We were talking about how to create the layout for the dance social when "she" decided that my ideas were bunk and hers would work much better. Tell me guys, what would you rather have? A normal dance with something to get your body moving, or a (sigh) formal ball with costumes and masks with music by Mozart playing in the background?
Jimmy: (surprised) Those were yours and Cindy's ideas? Wow, I didn't know Cindy had such sophisticated taste in music.
(Libby glares at Jimmy)
Jimmy: Oh, that's not to say you don't, or that your ideas are bad or anything. I mean, well, what I meant to say was...
(At that moment, Cindy enters the room and sees that the desk next to hers is empty. She looks a bit disappointed until she finds Libby sitting with the guys. Libby turns to ignore her; Cindy does the same then goes to sit in her desk.)
Sheen: Man, this is intense. You can cut the tension with a knife, and spread it like butter on toast of betrayal.
(Libby and Jimmy turn to Sheen, surprised and confused)
Libby and Jimmy: Sheen?
Sheen: Wait, what did I say?
Jimmy: (turning to Libby) Libby, this is crazy. You and Cindy are the best of friends; how can you two let something so small get between you?
Sheen: (interjecting) See? What did I tell you?
Libby: Why don't you ask "her?" She started it with her whole "I'm sophisticated and you're not" attitude.
(Cindy chimes in with her own thoughts after hearing Libby's comments).
Cindy: Neutron, please tell Ms. Folfax that it's not my fault that I want to see the dance social become a success and not a laughing stock.
Jimmy: (turning to Cindy) Cindy, uh...I
Libby: Jimmy, you can tell Ms. Vortex that the point of going to a dance is to have fun with your friends, not playing dress up while sipping tea.
Jimmy: (turning to Libby) Libby, I understand that but...
Cindy: Oh Neutron! Please retort to Ms. Folfax my thoughts in that my idea can be just as fun with friends without transforming our auditorium into a raunchy dance club.
Sheen: (whispering) See Jimmy? It starts! They are now using you as their personal middleman!
Jimmy: Sheen, that's not it, I just think...
Libby: Oh, well you can tell this to Ms. Vortex, Jimmy. My idea wouldn't turn the dance social into a raunchy club. But even a raunchy club would be more fun than a two bit Halloween party disguised as a "Masquerade Ball."
Cindy: (glaring at Libby) You know what? Tell her that...
Libby: (glaring at Cindy) Oh no. Don't think you can talk to me that way and...
Cindy: Oh yeah! Well how about I...
Libby: Oh, just try it girlfriend!
Sheen: IT BEGINS!
Jimmy: STOP!
(The class falls silent and stares at Jimmy to see what's wrong. At that moment, Ms. Fowl walks into the room)
Ms. Fowl: Oh, what well behaved children. In your seats and ready to pick up with today's lesson!
Class: Good Morning, Ms. Fowl!
Ms. Fowl: Why thank you! Oh, and before I forget, Cindy and Libby, we're all counting on you two to deliver an excellent presentation for the dance. No pressure of course.
Libby: Will do, Ms. Fowl.
Cindy: You can count on me, Ms. Fowl.
Jimmy: (confused) Wait, you two haven't even started yet?
Cindy: Oh, we would be done right now if one of us didn't have such loopy ideas for a theme.
Libby: Thankfully, that loopy one isn't me. We're going to do separate projects and obviously the best of the two will make the cut.
Cindy: Right, mine!
Jimmy: You two aren't going to finish in time if you do it separately. Why can't you just put aside your differences for the sake of the dance social?
Cindy: Just watch me! I've already ordered the necessary materials to get started right after the school.
Libby: I've already got the music and refreshments set aside. All I have left to do is the presentation and decorations.
Cindy: Of course. Not much preparation is needed for such a low brow presentation.
Libby: No, I just happen to know what I'm doing unlike some people.
Sheen: (talking to Jimmy) I don't think this is going to end well.
Jimmy: You may be right Sheen, but I think I have a plan. Be at my lab later today after school.
(Cindy and Libby continue to argue amongst themselves as Jimmy ponders exactly what he plans to do).