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Courtney: I don't believe we've met, what with the cruel politics of high school and all.
-Jawbreaker-
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Pep Week. Say those two simple words and some will shiver, some will remark "fuck that" and some scream "YAY!" in preppy delight. No matter what the feelings towards Pep Week there were in NPHS it was still going to come. Every year: same time, same place. The first week of October was reserved for the "spirited activities" and all were forced to participate.
The highlight of Pep Week was the hallway decorating and pep rally on the last day of the week. Hallway decorating was a cutthroat and dangerous business. David Jacobs was president of his class all four years of high school, with Lydia Mayer serving as his vice president. David and Lydia both saw Pep Week and other school activities as stupid and mundane but did them anyway. Even pride in one's dork status didn't overrule the need to be accepted to a good college.
Their junior year, the most important year for hallway decorating, twenty new people showed up for decorating. Personalities quickly clashed.
Mush Meyers had been there every year before but this time Racetrack Higgins and Jack "Cowboy" Kelly came with him. The three spent the whole time goofing off and pissing the hell out of both Lydia and David. Being the shy one, David said nothing…being the loud one, Lydia opened her big mouth.
"Hey jackasses, you mind helping?" she inquired. A fake smile was painted on her face and she stood her ground in the half Cray-papered hallway. The other volunteers around her: assorted "smart kids", cheerleaders in their maroon and white uniforms, all stopped in shock. How could someone not be amused by the three most popular guys in school?
"Whoa take chill pill sweet cheeks," Race remarked, winking, and stupidly staring at her chest.
"Sorry Lydia, what do you want us to do?" Mush asked sweetly, holding her shoulder. Lydia rolled her eyes and smiled. Yea there were a tad immature, but they could be nice. And they did stop calling her "Bitch Spice".
"Start blowing up these balloons," She remarked, and then stopped. "Please".
The entire cheerleading team had showed up as well, which accounted for the other seventeen newcomers.
"What's the theme?" Jackie Josey asked with great excitement.
"Junior Junk food," David replied.
"Oh…can we change it to something…..cuter?" she pleaded.
"NO. Go make some "cute" decorations," he angrily replied and she bounced off with the other girls.
"Uh…I'm sorry I don't know your name, but can you hand me the scotch tape?" Kim Dish knew Jill Brown's name she just chose to remind her that she was The Kim Dish, who didn't associate with the "little people"
"Here you go…bitch" Jill replied, under her breath.
"What did you say?" she asked in a…well…bitchy tone.
"I said here you go…geez" Jill replied and walked away, snickering to herself.
The afternoon went on like that until the hallway was completely covered in brightly colored paper, balloons, and old soda cans.
The juniors did not win the hallway decorating contest. The seniors did, just like every other year. But just like every other year the juniors thought they had a chance, and claimed that the contest was unfair when they didn't win.
"The seniors ALWAYS win, what's the point of the contest?" Jack asked, pissed that he wasted a whole afternoon blowing up balloons.
"We so shoulda won…right Jessica?" Jackie asked the girl next to her, dressed in the same ludicrous uniform. The girl just nodded her head. Jessica Mirra cared very little about homecoming, or hallway decorating, or any of that crap. Deep down the slacker way of thinking was still in her, always reminding her how pointless events like Pep Week can be.
"Well we'll win next year, seeing as we'll be seniors," David rationalized. The group agreed and walked off in different directions.
School activities forced them together, and they just as quickly separated. That's the thing about high school, they can push everyone in one building, force them all to be alike, try to make them be a solid group but everyone breaks apart anyway.
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Sorry this took so long.
Sapphy- Race is in this chapter too, I know you'll be pleased.
Dreamer- I'm really glad you like this…that makes me happy!
Lyra-whoa…you are a crazy marching band chica…GO YOU!
Spitball- I'm glad you like it! GO YOU!
GO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS! All 4 of you! looks around sheepishly
-This was short, but I thought there was a need for a fun chapter. All the characters will be in the next one.
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