Chapter 2:
Katie blushed when she saw Walker walking towards her. She smiled warmly as he approached her. He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing her hand gently.
"Katie, will you go to the Halloween Homecoming dance with me?" He laughed. He knew the answer, he just wanted to be an idiot.
"Walker James Brown, are you asking just for fun or do you actually think that I wasn't planning on going to the dance with you!" She asked, laughing as he now sort of hugging her and kissing her neck softly.
"Mmhmm, I love you,dearest Walker." She smiled as she kissed him over and over again. She loved him so much and she wasn't willing for him to ever go away from her.
"I love you too, Katie." He murmured.
All of a sudden, they heard the overcom blaring.
"May I have your attention please! I have the nomines for your Homecoming Queen! So here they are: Jenna Sharp, Regina George, Katie Martin, and Paige Tibbits. Thank you very much. Tomorrow there will be an accouncment about the Kings' nomines for the dance. Thank you, again. Have a great day!" The accouncment said.
Katie,Walker and Jason heard the middle school lunch bell, signaling that they'd best get out of the cafeteria before all the little kids came out from their classes. The high schoolers still had at least 30 more minutes of their lunch hour. So the three teenagers hurried out the doors and into the warm, fall air. They turned the corner of the school, and saw the soccer field filled with teenagers, about their age. Jason took off running towards the field at full speed, eager to get the soccer ball, Katie guessed.
"Hey, wanna go play soccer or something,babe?" She asked him.
"Mmm, sure… there's nothing else better to do…" He replied.
Technology Class with Jamie
A really snotty,type of girl, another cheerleader that Jamie was enemies with, came over to Jamie's seat in Tech and bent over, now being at Jamie's ear level, she whispered, "Hey, Jamie, Katie Martin is your older sister, right?"
"Uhh..Yeah, why?" She asked, kinda confused.
"Well, I was just wondering and all, but, like how did Katie get nominated for the homecoming queen?" She asked, whispering.
"The hell do I know…Why would I even care?" Jamie said, still typing away at whatever she was doing.
"Well, I was just thinking that it must have been a mistake… because, let me tell you! Katie is not a pretty girl, she's rude and ugly… Like she was cheerleader captin in grade 7 and 8… but how? Only pretty girls are captins!" She asked, still whispering.
"Look Becca, I don't know, nor do I give a flying fuck. I really don't see why you'd think that I'd know…" Jamie asked her again, still being confused…
"Just go away, Becca…"
"Make me!"
"Really want me to?"
"Ohhh fiesty! Yeah, go right ahead! Please do TRY to make me leave you alone!" She screamed, standing up and looking at Jamie, frightened…
Just look how frightened she is, she thought.
"What ever James."
"Look, my name isn't James…It's Jamie… J.A.M.I.E!" She screamed.
Jamie had had it, she turned around and she heard Becca laugh. That's when Jamie just turned around and punched her one right in the nose. Becca held her hands up around her nose, which was now blood-filled.
Alex was walking by the tech lab when he heard a girl screaming. He thought it might of been Jamie. He opened the door and ran in, inside he glanced around until his eyes fell on the girl holding her nose, then his girlfriend, Jamie. He jogged over to her.
"Jamie, you alright?" He asked, concerned.
"Oh yea, I'm great, I think you should ask that to little miss prissy over there holding her nose…" She replied, impressed with herself.
"What did you do to her…?" He asked quietly…
"Oh.. Umm, well she wouldn't leave me the fuck alone and was going on and on about Katie so I kinda punched her…" Jamie said, smiling proudly.
"Jamie, babe, do cheerleaders normally punch other cheerleaders?" He asked, suprised how his girl was acting.
She just laughed and shook her head. Alex shrugged and just put his arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the computer lab and heading towards the school doors.
