Someone once told me the grass was much greener on the other side
Well I paid a visit, and it's possible I missed it,
It seemed different yet exactly the same.
As Told by Ginger theme song
Skittery sat in the back of his English class. Bored as hell was the only way he could describe what it felt like to sit in a classroom with a bunch of idiots and his friends.
If actually did my work I wouldn't be in the "general" class, Skittery thought to himself, I'd be in English with Bumlets, that would be a lot better than this shit.
None of his friends applied themselves, so here they were. All trying to pass the time.
Teri was sitting next to him, teasing Sam about her crush on David.
"Oh Davey…READ TO ME! You're so sexy when you do chemistry! Oh yes algebra, what does x equal? Tell me Davey, What does x equal?" she was doing her best impression of When Harry Met Sally slamming her hands down on the desk and moaning suggestively. When she was done with her show, Sam gave her the finger.
"Samantha!" Blink called out in mock amazement, "What would Mr. Smarty Pants say about such a frank display of rudeness?"
"He'd say: 'Wow, Blink is an ass!' you know David and I are just friends, I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship," Sam retorted. The group stared at her like she was crazy, even Skittery who was deep in thought. When did Sam become a mature, un-horny, girl? This was Sam, slut of the school, not wanting sex out of a boy.
"Oh my goddesses! Your lover made you fucking mature!" Teri screeched.
"I was always mature, and don't call him my lover, or Mr. Smarty Pants. That's just mean," Sam took a mirror out of her purse and proceeded to fix her hair.
"Defending your lover are we?" Spot asked.
"He's not my lover!" she called out, slamming the mirror down on the desk.
"He's not your lover, yet!" Blink replied smugly, "And don't do that, you might break it. We wouldn't want our Sammy-kins having seven years bad luck!"
It'd be better than seventeen year's bad luck, Skittery thought to himself. Ten more minutes…please bell, ring? You know you want to! C'mon bell! I hate the last period of the day, and that I have to come everyday for the rest of year because we've already cut way too many times.
"Skittsy-kins, you ok?" Sam asked, Skittery seemed to be the only sane one left.
"Oh yea, I'm fine," he replied.
"How's Bumlets?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh he's good," he replied back.
"EXCUSE ME! I hate to interrupt the inappropriate pow-wow back there, but I am trying to teach a class!" Mrs. Kowalski screeched.
"I'll write you a note," Sam whispered.
So are you guys like…boyfriend and boyfriend? –Sammy-kins
I guess so. We haven't really discussed that- Skitts
Mouths been too busy? Wink wink! –Sam
Ha-ha, I guess so –Skitts
That's so CUTE! Ah I love that you're gay! We can go shopping together! –Sam
Sam…I HATE shopping –Skitts
Oh…I'll just have to go with Bumlets –Sam
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Over in Honors English, Mrs. Harris had given her students free time so that she could balance her check book.
The Dorktastics moved to a corner in the back of the room. Lydia and Maria played with Specs hair, Davey read that night's homework assignment in A Tale of Two Cities, and Jill and Bumlets discussed, in depth, Elle Girl's list of the Fifty Hottest Guys Ever.
"Specs, can I dye your hair blue?" Lydia inquired.
"NO! I like his hair this color!" Maria screamed.
"What do you think Specs?" Lydia asked, ignoring Maria's protest.
"NO! HELL NO!" Specs responded.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"RYAN GOSLING!" Jill suddenly called out into David's ear.
"What are you doing?" David asked, annoyed. [1]
"Yelling..." Jill was hopping up and down with excitement. David rolled his eyes and went back to his book.
Maria and Specs started to draw funny pictures of everyone. Jill was dressed as a little girl, pigtails and all, who was on one of those kiddie-leashes. The caption read: "RYAN GOSLING! YAY!" Bumlets was seen holding hands with Skittery and they were skipping through a field of daisies. David was at a book burning.
"I call it Ironic!" Specs announced.
"Hey guys," a short, freckled girl was standing in front of them. She was Ali Moore, the nicest and prettiest girl in school. Unlike Kim she didn't use her beauty to abuse others, instead Ali was friends with everyone, and all the boys loved her. She and Mush had shared a brief relationship sophomore year. They broke up and she started going out with a senior, making her even more popular. "So what's up?"
"The ceiling," Specs said in a dead pan voice. Ali barely giggled and started to discuss how much she hated A Tale of Two Cities, as David contently read it, trying to block out her voice.
"I just wanted to say congratulations Lydia, I voted for you!" she said cheerily. She walked back to her circle of friends and the Dorktastics looked at each other in silence for a moment.
"That bitch…like we give a damn," Maria said.
"Seriously, suddenly everyone loves us because Lydia won? That's fake," Jill agreed.
"That girl has way too many freckles," Specs was right, her tiny body was covered in them. He always thought that maybe they multiplied like bunny-rabbits and there was no stopping them.
"Specs what does that have to do with anything?" Bumlets asked laughing.
"Yea, she's nice," Lydia said through laughter.
"NO LYDIA! Don't go over to the dark side!" Jill pretended to be scared.
"Maybe I'll go out for winter cheerleading," Lydia joked in a ditzy voice.
"Yea…then you and Mush can win Prom King and Queen next year," Maria made a face of disgust.
"And you can skip through the daisies with me and Skittery," Bumlets chimed in.
"NO!" Jill cried, clutching her heart. They all were too caught up in mocking the Elitists that they didn't realize that one was watching them. Mush had listened in on the whole conversation.
"Hey," he said over the laughing, "Lydia, can I talk to you after class?" he asked simply and walked away.
"Uh-oh…I hope he didn't take that personally," Maria said.
"So what if he did? Its about time he knew what its like to be us," Specs said frankly.
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Over in ninth period history Jackie Josey and Jessica Mirra were shamelessly flirting with Mr. P, resident hot teach at NPHS. He was, of course, flirting back as his class continued on in chaos.
If Mr. P had actually been doing his job, he would've seen Kim and Oscar with their tongues down each other's throats.
And Race playing dice with Jack, killing him mercilessly at the game and taking all his money.
"So what are we doing this weekend after the game?" Jack asked trying to stop the game so he'd have enough money for gas.
"Lydia's gonna have a few people over," Race said as he took out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them.
"What?" Jack was shocked, "We're friends with them now?"
"Jack, what's your deal? Don't be like Kim,"
"It's just….kind of weird," Jack responded.
"How is it weird? They're cool. And all those other kids, Skittery and all of them, have pot. It'll be…fun." Race was confused.
"It's weird because I used to be friends with them,"
"When? You moved here in the ninth grade and I've been friends with you ever since."
"I didn't move here, I've lived here my whole life. I was friends with them in middle school," Jack was amazed, had he never told one of his best friends about his dorky past?
"Really? Good, so you can tell me where Lydia lives, because I have no idea." Race was not phased by what Jack was revealing. He started to joke with Mr. P and was singing "The Statutory Song", which he had made up all on his very own.
"And if I get arrested it's A OK, because I got to flirt with you everyday!" Race was singing and dancing around the room.
Jack knew what he had to do…go back to his friends and grovel at their feet for forgiveness. Why he thought did being nice to the dorks have to be the "in" thing to do?
Then he realized that he used to be one of those dorks. He would apologize, eventually, but at the moment he was going to ignore his conscience and continue to act like a jerk. It's not my fault.
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Finally the bell rang. Hundreds of teenagers stampeded out of the classrooms and into the dirty hallways of NPHS. Lydia stood outside of room 192 and waited patiently for Mush.
"Hey, will your parents be around this weekend?" he asked, as though he hadn't heard a word of their conversation before.
"No, they're conveniently going to a wedding in Yonkers, they'll be gone all weekend," Lydia responded, knowing his intentions: "And yes, we can have a party…one…and then you all go home. Oh and my brother will buy us beer, we get a discount too. He works in a bar."
"Cool, hey I gotta go to football, but we'll talk tomorrow about the party and all. I'll spread the word," Mush turned to leave.
"Mush…we were just joking before, alright?"
"Its fine…see ya," and with that Mush walked down the hallway.
I'm a bitch Lydia thought.
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[1] I couldn't resist! But I didn't quote him exactly, oh well.
Sapphy--ha-ha I'm glad that made you laugh. Race does a lot of running around in this story.
Dreamer-- Sam's parents are awesome.