Lol… T.J. hates that song because his friends bug him about it, and it was on their radio a lot… So, imagine Lawson and other dumb jock types that T.J.'s friends with constantly singing the song to mock him… Except they don't know the words… lol…
But, as you'll see, they seriously need some better music at this prom. Not that there's a really crappy song next, but there's a mention of J.Lo and Marc Anthony, and this was before I knew that they actually sang horribly together.
Anyways, Spinelli gets a semblance of revenge on Gretchen and Vince.
Don't own Recess, by the way… Just saying…
I make my way over to Vince and Gretchen, who are dancing close, and I mean close. Okay, yeah, the song that's playing is some strange concoction of J.Lo and that weird guy she's married to now, but it, like their marriage, is not really very good or long-lasting.
When they see me, which, of course they do, I mean, seriously, how couldn't they? I'm about five nine, and, when you add the heels, well, I'm pretty tall, and wearing a really long dress with a slit all the way up to there. I'm a really noticeable person, when you think about it. People still cower and run away in fear, actually. It's a real self-esteem booster. As I was saying, they turn around and glare at me, but I cross my arms over my chest, furious, and keep on walkin'.
"Vince, Gretch, hey!" I begin, anger heavy in my tone.
Gretchen shoots me a look, feigning anger.
"Spinelli, I don't want to talk to you," She snaps, voice solid.
My glare intensifies. If she hadn't known me since I was five, she'd be shaking.
"Look, Gretch, the charade's over, okay? I heard you and Vince talkin'. Thanks a lot," I hiss, glancing around at everything.
Her face registers shock, as does Vince's. I roll my eyes at the two of them.
"Guess you didn't predict that, did you?" I retort, annoyed.
They shrug. I roll my eyes. I'm not getting any apology outta these two. I turn to leave.
"Have a nice time on that date," I mutter, storming off.
I honestly don't know why this is pissing me off so much. Vince and Gretchen are okay in my books, really. I'm not jealous of either of them. I don't know. It's probably just because Jared's leaving and Fitzy's in love with me and the punch is spiked and my parents are nutcases.
Maybe I just need a boyfriend. That's probably it.
"Speaking of dates, how's yours?" Gretchen replies, as I am almost gone.
This makes me stop, and I turn around, shooting her a glare. Again with the talk… First Helaine, then Fitzy, of all people, now her! Sheesh.
"Don't start. This has been way too crappy already, thanks," I bark, turning to leave once more, this time running into T.J. as I so often do.
He catches the look on my face and nods, following me out as I light another cigarette.
Loren ;
Man, just how many times in this fic HAS Spinelli LITERALLY run into T.J.? I know it's been a lot. I should count… Now that I think about it, I should also count all those "moments" Spinelli has with T.J. There aren't a lot of those, though…
Anyways… Review if you liked it. I'll put up one more chapter of this, and, man, it's getting pretty close to the end, no? Anyways, that chapter will be the last for at least a week because I'm going to Mexico for Spring Break tomorrow… cackles evilly