The Faculty II: The Last Invasion
Wimp Gone Insane
"Hey Casey, look out, there's an alien behind you!" Gabe Smith sneered at the passing boy, wrapping an arm tightly across his girlfriend's shoulders with a smirk. Casey glanced up slightly, trying to ignore the girl in the football captain's arms. Her thick brown hair blowing in the winds, picture perfect face forming a cruel laugh at the boy. 'Delilah how could you?' Casey thought bitterly to himself, shuffling by the two quickly, doing his best to ignore them.
The catcalls continued, other students mockingly screaming about aliens and UFOs. "I never said anything about UFOs," he growled under his breath, cheeks burning with shame. He stole a quick look up, scanning for a familiar friendly face to talk to, to escape the taunting. There. Stokely leaned against the building glaring at the world around her. Her hard face broke into a friendly smile as Casey made his way towards her as quickly as possible, the laughter trailing after him.
"Hey Case, are you okay? Just ignore those imbeciles, they don't know what they're talking about," she said with another glare towards the crowd of students. The boy shrugged half-heartedly, his eyes trained on the girl in Gabe's arms. Stokely followed his gaze and sighed, "Still obsessing over that bitch? Get over her Casey! Why you'd want a brat like her is beyond me." She rolled his eyes, doing a quick scan of the faces before returning her attention to Casey.
"Was it real?" He asked lowly, barely above a whisper. His two blue orbs unfocused, carrying confusion in them. The girl frowned, "Was what real?"
"Everything. The aliens, the parasites, everything! Stokely, people think we're crazy, they think we made it up! No one believes there were aliens, why can't they remember any of it?"
A sad smile passed over her face as she placed a hand on his shoulder, calling his attention up to her face, "I don't know. It's weird, yeah, but aliens' invading your school is weird to. No one really remembers those two days of hell, because they weren't actually in control of their bodies. People don't like being told that there are more powerful beings out there, they want to be all powerful." She shrugged, and forced a smile, "Don't sweat about it, Casey. Who cares what they say? We know it happened, we know it's real."
He nodded uncertainly, "Yeah, I guess." His eyes traveled back to Delilah, filling with the same lonely look he carried lately. She eyed him, opening her mouth to say something when her face lit up at the sight of Stan. The ex-football captain moved through the crowd easily, no one dared make a crack about aliens to his face. Whispers followed him, but he ignored them and greeted Stokely with a kiss. When they parted, Stan threw an arm over her shoulder, glancing down at Casey worriedly. "He alright?" He whispered into her ear, getting a shrug in reply.
The bell rung then, signaling for the students to head towards their homerooms. The crowd pushed forward into the building, but Casey hung back, the same sad, distant look in his eyes. In his mind, he replayed Delilah dumping him over and over again, tormenting himself. They had gone out three months, twelve days, and ten hours before Delilah grew sick of him.
"Listen, Casey, it's been great, really. But, the head cheerleader just can't date some geeky kid who makes up stories about aliens. It makes a bad image for me, you understand, right?" Delilah said in a rush, her eyes flitting around nervously, checking to see who was watching. Casey's jaw dropped as he stared at her, shocked and confused, "What! Delilah!"
"Could you keep it down?"
"No! What do you mean 'make up stories'? I didn't make them up, you were there! You remember!" He flailed his hands aimlessly, ignoring Delilah's attempts to calm and shush him. She sighed, beginning to grow angry, and grabbed his shoulders so their eyes locked. "No one believes us, I mean you. No one remembers having wormy aliens being shoved into their brains, and no evidence was found. People are starting to think we're insane! Maybe it wasn't real; maybe it was just some bogus thing. All I know is, I don't want to be called crazy."
"B-b-but, Delilah! Stokely, Stan, Zeke, they were all there! They remember it all, it has to be real! And the faculty, some of them are missing, can you explain that?"
"Look at their jobs, maybe they just got sick of them and left. Who actually cares? We have new teachers, it doesn't matter."
"And Mary Beth? She's gone to, why? Because she was the alien!"
"Casey! Stop making a scene! She just got transferred. It's over, okay? No aliens attacked, you aren't some wimp turned hero. You're just a wimp gone insane, and somehow managed to convince a couple of other freaks to believe your story." She snapped, twirling on her heel, her long hair slapping into his face as she strode off leaving him standing there, numbly staring after her.
"Hey Casey, man! What are you doing standing out here? Damn, are you high? You look like it." The boy was wrenched from his thoughts as he was lightly shaken, brought back to the present time with a few uncertain blinks. "Oh, hey Zeke. No, not high, just." He trailed off, glancing around the empty school grounds, "Where is everyone?"
"Inside, school's started. You sure you aren't high?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go." He picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder and followed Zeke into school.
A/N: First off, pretty please review! If you like it at all, please let me know. This story is going to follow the movie as best as possible, but there are a few scenes that I can't really incorporate into my plot. (This will make sense later, I swear) Hope you enjoy it!
Wimp Gone Insane
"Hey Casey, look out, there's an alien behind you!" Gabe Smith sneered at the passing boy, wrapping an arm tightly across his girlfriend's shoulders with a smirk. Casey glanced up slightly, trying to ignore the girl in the football captain's arms. Her thick brown hair blowing in the winds, picture perfect face forming a cruel laugh at the boy. 'Delilah how could you?' Casey thought bitterly to himself, shuffling by the two quickly, doing his best to ignore them.
The catcalls continued, other students mockingly screaming about aliens and UFOs. "I never said anything about UFOs," he growled under his breath, cheeks burning with shame. He stole a quick look up, scanning for a familiar friendly face to talk to, to escape the taunting. There. Stokely leaned against the building glaring at the world around her. Her hard face broke into a friendly smile as Casey made his way towards her as quickly as possible, the laughter trailing after him.
"Hey Case, are you okay? Just ignore those imbeciles, they don't know what they're talking about," she said with another glare towards the crowd of students. The boy shrugged half-heartedly, his eyes trained on the girl in Gabe's arms. Stokely followed his gaze and sighed, "Still obsessing over that bitch? Get over her Casey! Why you'd want a brat like her is beyond me." She rolled his eyes, doing a quick scan of the faces before returning her attention to Casey.
"Was it real?" He asked lowly, barely above a whisper. His two blue orbs unfocused, carrying confusion in them. The girl frowned, "Was what real?"
"Everything. The aliens, the parasites, everything! Stokely, people think we're crazy, they think we made it up! No one believes there were aliens, why can't they remember any of it?"
A sad smile passed over her face as she placed a hand on his shoulder, calling his attention up to her face, "I don't know. It's weird, yeah, but aliens' invading your school is weird to. No one really remembers those two days of hell, because they weren't actually in control of their bodies. People don't like being told that there are more powerful beings out there, they want to be all powerful." She shrugged, and forced a smile, "Don't sweat about it, Casey. Who cares what they say? We know it happened, we know it's real."
He nodded uncertainly, "Yeah, I guess." His eyes traveled back to Delilah, filling with the same lonely look he carried lately. She eyed him, opening her mouth to say something when her face lit up at the sight of Stan. The ex-football captain moved through the crowd easily, no one dared make a crack about aliens to his face. Whispers followed him, but he ignored them and greeted Stokely with a kiss. When they parted, Stan threw an arm over her shoulder, glancing down at Casey worriedly. "He alright?" He whispered into her ear, getting a shrug in reply.
The bell rung then, signaling for the students to head towards their homerooms. The crowd pushed forward into the building, but Casey hung back, the same sad, distant look in his eyes. In his mind, he replayed Delilah dumping him over and over again, tormenting himself. They had gone out three months, twelve days, and ten hours before Delilah grew sick of him.
"Listen, Casey, it's been great, really. But, the head cheerleader just can't date some geeky kid who makes up stories about aliens. It makes a bad image for me, you understand, right?" Delilah said in a rush, her eyes flitting around nervously, checking to see who was watching. Casey's jaw dropped as he stared at her, shocked and confused, "What! Delilah!"
"Could you keep it down?"
"No! What do you mean 'make up stories'? I didn't make them up, you were there! You remember!" He flailed his hands aimlessly, ignoring Delilah's attempts to calm and shush him. She sighed, beginning to grow angry, and grabbed his shoulders so their eyes locked. "No one believes us, I mean you. No one remembers having wormy aliens being shoved into their brains, and no evidence was found. People are starting to think we're insane! Maybe it wasn't real; maybe it was just some bogus thing. All I know is, I don't want to be called crazy."
"B-b-but, Delilah! Stokely, Stan, Zeke, they were all there! They remember it all, it has to be real! And the faculty, some of them are missing, can you explain that?"
"Look at their jobs, maybe they just got sick of them and left. Who actually cares? We have new teachers, it doesn't matter."
"And Mary Beth? She's gone to, why? Because she was the alien!"
"Casey! Stop making a scene! She just got transferred. It's over, okay? No aliens attacked, you aren't some wimp turned hero. You're just a wimp gone insane, and somehow managed to convince a couple of other freaks to believe your story." She snapped, twirling on her heel, her long hair slapping into his face as she strode off leaving him standing there, numbly staring after her.
"Hey Casey, man! What are you doing standing out here? Damn, are you high? You look like it." The boy was wrenched from his thoughts as he was lightly shaken, brought back to the present time with a few uncertain blinks. "Oh, hey Zeke. No, not high, just." He trailed off, glancing around the empty school grounds, "Where is everyone?"
"Inside, school's started. You sure you aren't high?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go." He picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder and followed Zeke into school.
A/N: First off, pretty please review! If you like it at all, please let me know. This story is going to follow the movie as best as possible, but there are a few scenes that I can't really incorporate into my plot. (This will make sense later, I swear) Hope you enjoy it!