A/N - Sorry that it's taken me so long to post this, but you know.. The Christmas holidays are just so hectic. Not to mention that I got the Norwalk virus a few days ago. I can still only have fluids. Here's my update. I tried to make this one longer, sweetcaroline3313.
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Chapter Two - The New Kid
The next morning, at school
I was late. Again. As I rushed up to the door, I knew that they would be closed and locked. There was someone else rushing up to the doors too. I glanced over at whoever it was and stopped in my tracks. Summer Hathaway, late? I shook my head in confusion. First she was drunk, now she was late . . . It didn't make sense. Whatever happened to the girl who, in grade school, had more gold stars on her own than the rest of the school put together?
She reached the doors just before they shut behind the last person. She was just entering when she looked around and saw me.
"Look, Jones." she said, as I just stood there, staring at her. "I'm not going to wait here all day." It took me a while to realise what she was saying. Then I understood. And was even more confused. Summer Hathaway, holding the door for me, Freddy Jones? Her nemesis?
I rushed forward. "Thanks." I muttered. She grinned.
"Well, you're late every second day. And, according to me calculations, it's not a second day today. I don't want you to mess up your schedule." We were silent for a moment as I stood in the doorway, staring at her. The she laughed and said. "Spaz."
"Fairy." I shot back at her before entering the school.
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My first class (and hers) was history. Yawn. I hate history. Going on and on about some crazy men who went off in sub-standard boats and got scurvy and stuff just so they could be killed by spear-carrying, face-painted natives.
Wow. When you put it that way, it was interesting.
But today, I didn't pay the slightest bit of attention. Not that I ever did, but hey, give me a break here. When Summer and I went in and sat down (beside each other) we both saw the boy standing at the front with our teacher, Mr. Grittner, looking rather nervous. He had dark hair that looked almost purple and was spiked up at the front, bright blue eyes, and was wearing a Led Zeppelin tee.
"Hey, you lot! People!" Mr. Grittner called over the din of students settling in. I grinned. He was an awesome teacher. "We have a new kid today. His name is Roberts, James. Let's all try to make him comfortable." James looked mortified as the entire class burst out laughing, with the exception of Summer and Mr. Grittner, who was grinning feebly. "James, you can take a seat over there, next to Jones, Frederick."
James nodded, relieved, and walked over to the seat next to me. I grinned at him and opened my mouth to say hello, but he leaned over me and held out his hand to Summer.
"Hey," he said, and I was surprised at the deepness of his voice. "My name's Jimmy."
"Summer," she said, shaking his hand and smiling at him, a special smile that made my stomach squirm. Why was she looking at him like that? And why did it matter to me?
But it did. And at that moment, all I really wanted to do was to deck Jimmy, to punch the living daylights out of him. Or, even better, to take Summer's hand, kiss her, and tell Jimmy to stay away from my girl if he knew what was good for him.
Now, backtrack here. A few weeks ago I hated the name of Summer Hathaway. I would have rather seen her sitting in a pool of mud than to even think about her. And now . . . . Well, I guess I was going insane. Like, seriously. To think that way about Summer . . .
I was going insane.
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At lunch, the whole SoR sat together. All of us. The groupies, the security guards, Billy, Katie, Zack, Marta, Alicia, Tomika, Summer, me and, to my disgust, Jimmy. Summer introduced him to the rest of the group, and they all accepted him gracefully, except for Billy, whose eyes kept travelling from Jimmy's purple-ish hair to his black spike bracelets in a disgusted way.
"So you guys are all, like, one band?" he said to Summer, grinning. "That is like, way cool." Summer smiled at him, another one of those smiles.
"It took a whole lot of work, let me tell you."
"Yeah," Katie sighed. "Especially for Summer. The poor girl works so hard to keep us all together, but she needs more discipline."
"Or," Summer said with a sideways glace at Jimmy. "I need an Assistant manager. Would you be interested?" Jimmy smiled.
"Of course! You'll need all the help you can get to control this crowd." I couldn't breathe. Not only way Summer introducing him into the band lunch, she was introducing him into the band itself!
I already hated Jimmy Roberts.
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A/N - I hope you all liked it! Please review, my friends!
wyverna - Well, you reviewed now! I'm glad you like it. Incidently, I really like all of your writing stuff, too.
sweetcaroline3313 - I tried to make this one longer. Is it better?
maigain - I'm really glad you liked it. I love FreddySummer too!
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My Divinest - Are you serious? That is really cool!
I am not a chipmunk - well, yes, it is to show that she's changed, but I'll explain it more in the next chapters.
alex - I'm glad that you're so enthusiastic! It makes me feel very loved.
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You guys are so awesome! I love you all, even though I don't know you! Muah! Oh! And here's a little teaser which will some up in like, five chapters, I'm not really sure . . .
"Jimmy, you bastard!" I yelled, rushing down the hall. He looked up just as my fist connected with his face.
Ooh! That's when the fight will some! But not for a while.
Love you all lots,
Maddy
