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Chapter 2: CBS: Cheerleading Bimbo Squad
Crystal finally got a good sleeping position when all of a sudden, her alarm clock blared out. '(All The) Small Things' by Blink 182.
"What?!" She screamed as she turned around only landing her on the floor with her face smack dab to the ground.
"Smooth move, freak." Her stepsister laughed as she walked in.
"What do you want, Brooke?" Crystal asked calmly as she balanced herself on her feet.
"Nothing, just returning your clothes. You know you're going to pay after your little stunt last night......." Brooke looked at her icily and looked at her stepsister's apparel, "You know, I'm actually loving your bed wear. If only you could dress in that trend everyday. We could hang." With that, Brooke left.
Crystal looked at the spot in which Brooke was standing before, not in a weird or shocked way. She just thought for a moment. And then, she gave a small laugh. 'Guess, Brooke's not that bad. I guess,' Crystal thought. Sometimes it was hard for Crystal to see if Brooke was acting or if she really just acted the way she did. Crystal shrugged the feeling off and just stretched.
It had been two weeks since her encounter with the Jones and her moving in and she was surprisingly fitting in........ yeah, whatever! She'd gone through hell. One word, bullies. Fashion preps with big egos that she just wanted to crush with the palm of her hand. They kicked her books, ripped her papers and pulled her hair (literally). You'd ask yourself, why'd they center their lives around one girl? Crystal never got an answer and that's because she never even bothered asking.
'Probably can't even comprehend my words,' Crystal thought, referring to the typical cheerleading frenzies. She slipped the plaid skirt on, along with the white blouse, black tie, ankle socks, and dress shoes.
'Stupid uniforms... Stupid place...... Man..... I'd rather die than be here. Okay, not really. Maybe if I went to heaven. So, yeah I'd rather die and go to heaven than be here. Okay, now I sound like a baby.' Well, there was one thing that seemed to stay: her constant ramblings.
She tied her hair into a pony-tail, which was finally easy since she cut it. It was now a little past her shoulders. After that, she applied some black eye liner and lip gloss. She decided to hold back on the high amount of eyeliner, plastic jewelry, silver chains, silver earrings and other punk/rock looking material that could get her harassed and tormented by the bimbo preps.
She grabbed her back pack and headed down the stairs. She spotted her brother who was munching on his cereal.
"Hey dork." She messed up his hair with her rough patting on his head.
"Hey! Watch with the hair...." He said using a comb to spike it up again.
"Ahhhh...... Does mwy little bwuther have a girlfriend?" She teased him with a sappy voice.
"No.... but I am going to impress a girl.... Freddy suggested I do my hair this way. He's coming over to give me some pointers." Corey smiled.
"Well, rusty, before he gives you the talk, I'll give it to you. There comes a time when a man-"
"I'm eating breakfast Crystal." Corey stated.
"Right." Crystal smiled, right before messing up his hair again.
"Hey Crystal. Riding with us again?" Mrs. Matthews asked.
"You know, I think I'll walk today." Crystal grabbed a granola bar.
"That's the spirit. Anyways-Wow," Mr. Matthews said as he looked at her.
"What?"
"You just look-"
"Normal." Brooke finished her fathers sentence.
"Brooke......" Mr. Matthews, glared at his daughter for the use of vocabulary. "You look beautiful."
"Well, I'm sure it makes her feel so much better to know that everyone didn't like her old look," Corey said sarcastically.
"We didn't-" Mrs. Matthews was cut off by Crystal.
"Okay, guys, chill. I just tried something different today. No need to blow it over." Crystal stood up, "Anyway, I'm going to get a head start on my walking. So I'll see you guys later."
"Call us if you have a change of plans or anything. You know, going to someone's house or something."
"I will." Crystal yelled as she walked out of the house.
She took her key out, locked the door, and started walking down her driveway and was met by the infamous Freddy Jones.
"Ah, walking today? Oh, new look, new hair-cut. Did you cut that attitude too?" Freddy asked.
"Unfortunately for you, I didn't. Anyways, part of me walking today was-"
"To get exercise?"
"Yes that and also, well, I know you and my brother are getting together.... And I think that's great and everything-"
"You hate it." He said knowingly.
"Every idea and wondering detail of it." She confessed and he laughed.
"Don't worry. I promise not to traumatize him...... when you're looking." He laughed again and she smacked him on the head.
"No, c'mon, I'm serious. I know your intentions are good..... well, they better be or else I'll seriously kick your ass, but anyway, I just want you to- okay, just go easy on him. What am I saying? You're a guy, he's a guy. You know the drill. It's just-"
"You're really worried and don't want anything to happen to him. I promise that I'll just teach him the basics," Freddy smiled reassuringly. "Anyway, I haven't seen you in what- two weeks? You avoiding me?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Well, you may get around from me, but you sure don't get around from the cheerleaders. I hear you're their next target."
"Gee, ya think?" She rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do? Katie told me that they were planning something big for me."
"Katie? So, you're hanging with my friends and not me? I'm appalled at this rude behavior." He pretended to be hurt. "It hurts right here." He pointed to his heart.
"Cheer-up, oh wait, I'll get Brooke to cheer you up. You guys seem to hit it off."
"Well, we cleared things up and I didn't mind or anything about the prep.....-" Freddy shrugged.
"Really? How about you calling me prep? When obviously I'm not." She pointed out.
"She's different. You just need to dig a little deeper." He told her.
"So that's why she was being nice to me. First I thought she was just acting or that she was actually being nice or that well, she was on crack. Can you like be her boyfriend forever?" Crystal asked him like a little girl.
"Ha, we're not together, you know? We just talk now and then. I said I didn't mind the prep, but I didn't say I mind her not liking rock music. That I just can't stand. Plus, she seems a little high maintenance."
"Try extreme. But yeah, can you be her friend forever?"
"Why don't you take that job?"
"I don't fit the expectations, but you do. In her eyes and I repeat, in her eyes and maybe in the rest of the school girl population except for me, you're hot, smart- wait cross that out-" He smacked her playfully on the head.
"Hey! I'm smart!"
"Maybe you are, but you sure don't show it at class. 'Who was the president, Mr. Jones?' 'Uh, you tell me'." She acted like him in his dumb attitude.
"How about you? Wait, what about you? That's weird. You're in all of my classes and I don't even know how you act....."
"Maybe because you're sleeping!" She screamed into his ear to make sure he was awake.
"Okay, okay, I'm awake. Geeze, I think you deafened me." He said touching ear.
"Trust me, I've had worse. Brother put an alarm to my ear when I was sleeping."
"Torture."
"You're telling me. Anyway, it's time for avoiding you and for me to face the CBS for the eleventh consecutive school day I've been here." She walked away.
"CBS?" He asked as she was only a meter away from him.
"Cheerleading Bimbo Squad." She turned around for a second and proceeded to walking inside the school before him.
She reached her locker with surprisingly no encounter, but she did get numerous stares. 'Wow, word gets around fast here.' She thought.
"Crystal!" Summer yelled to an overly cautious Crystal. In fact, Crystal was so caught off guard by the scream that she swung her locker (door) extremely hard, swinging it back into her face.
"Ow." Crystal moaned in pain.
"Sorry." Summer patted her on the shoulder and then immediately got down to business.
"News?"
"Of course! Oh, yeah, I'll stop with the screaming. Anyways, your 'fan club' of bimbos is planning to throw all the lasagna on you today, when you enter the cafeteria. I heard overheard them in the washroom."
"Well, there goes my lunch. So, is that why they aren't doing anything yet to me?"
"Yeah. They're so obvious, but anyway, just act like you don't know what's going to happen and don't go near the cafeteria." Summer instructed.
"Okay." Crystal laughed as she patted Summer's shoulder. "Let's head to class."
They went into their first class. English. One of the two classes they had together. People were already in class fooling around and just talking.
"Hello there." Freddy greeted them.
"Well, here's my cue to leave." Crystal tried to leave but Summer and Katie, who also had greeted them when they entered the classroom, grabbed her arms.
"Hold on a second. How come you never talk with Freddy?" Katie asked.
"How come you talk to Freddy?" Crystal asked.
"You can't answer a question with a question." Summer stated and they looked at her with a 'shut-up' expression.
"Good point." Katie ignored Summer's statement and was regarding Crystal question.
"Hey, I resent that." Freddy finally spoke up.
The girls just seem to ignore him, talking about the latest news and hot guys in the celebrity world. Freddy rolled his eyes and talked to Zack, until the teacher would come.
The first classes finished particularly fast and Crystal avoided the cafeteria. She stayed in the lab, which was her next class after lunch. She ate her lunch there, while playing with a few chemicals. If she was caught, she could of gotten suspended and when that thought reached her brain, she immediately stopped. There was a radio in the classroom and she decided to turn it on. She listened to whatever basically was on, Treble Charger, Beyoncé, Fefe Dobson, Blink 182, Sum 41, anything. She was bored.
Then, she let her imagination get the best of her. Imagining herself going through the rest of grade ten, eleven and twelve hiding out in lab. Faces of the blonde cheerleaders, brunette preps, and red-headed bimbos were dancing in her head, teasing her, ripping her clothes, cutting her hair, laughing at her and doing anything possible to ruin her life.
"No!" She screamed realizing that she was also dreaming and that her class was already there, but with no teacher. They all stared at her as if she was crazy.
"No- no way I'm going to listen to that bald teacher," Crystal made something up and the students nodded at her with recognition and continued their socializing.
She sulked down and sighed.
"Someone's jumpy." Zack sat beside his lab partner on their table.
"Hey Zack." She mumbled before scooting over.
"Were all going over to my house to do our homework, wanna come?" he offered.
"Actually i have spying to do today.... maybe another time?" Crystal had a mischeiveous smile she was trying to hide.
"'Kay."
After that, Crystal thought she was going to die of a heart attack. She couldn't stand any more surprises. She had gone out of school without an encounter with the CBS. She walked home with ick- Freddy and they talked mostly about the CBS and obivously, her brother. She just hoped he wasn't going to give that talk. She remembered her first talk with her mom and how it was...... traumatizing....
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