Disclaimer: I don't own any original Recess characters, however, I own any newbies. Thank you for the sleepover idea everyone, I think next chappie the gang is gonna have a sleepover and this chappie is a mix of jealousy.
Chapter five- A School Dance pt.3
Spinelli sighed and walked over to the snack table and poured herself a glass of punch. She was having a better time then she could have thought. The gang had agreed to have a sleepover at her house tomorrow night. Her parents were gonna be out of town so it'd be wicked awesome.
Two new girls walked up to Spinelli. She had made friends with them and they were both tomboys like her. The first one was Erika and she had shoulder length black hair and black eyes and pale skin. She was wearing a silver kimono with lavender swirls and a lavender headband to match. She is Japanese, hence the choice of wardrobe. Lori had elbow length honey hair and blue eyes. She had a T-shirt dress that went to her knees and was pale blue with sequins and sandals.
"So you're here with TJ? Not too bad a choice. I just grabbed Hustler Kid." Lori sighed. "He's been selling stuff all evening and won't even talk to me." Spinelli and Erika raised eyebrows.
"Do you have a little crush on him, Lori?" Erika asked. Lori turned scarlet and didn't answer. Spinelli and Erika, even though it was not usually normal for them, giggled.
"So who are here with, Erika?" Spinelli asked. Erika flipped some of her hair over her shoulder and pointed at Digger Dave.
"It was a necessary evil." The three laughed at this and sipped their punch. Spinelli was having a better time than the two, but she figured she had to help Lori snag Hustler Kid, just to be fair. She walked over to the profiting guy and yanked him away from his paying customers.
"Hey, what gives Spinelli?" he asked, staring. She glared at him, annoyed and ticked off.
"You came to the dance with Lori, right? Well then why the heck aren't you dancing with her?" she snapped. Hustler Kid blinked and looked at her funny.
"Why is it any of your business, Spinelli? Besides, she just asked me and I didn't give a hoot who I went with." Spinelli grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and gave him her evil glare.
"Look, if you don't spend the rest of the dance with her and LIKE it, I'm gonna rearrange your face and the tooth fairy is gonna make you a rich man, understand?" she snarled. Hustler Kid gulped and nodded. She let him go and he hurried over to Lori. Lawson walked over to Spinelli and did the slow curb. She ignored him and began walking in the opposite direction. He hurried over to her.
"So, Spinelli, it looks like your little date over there, TJ, has found another kitten." Spinelli looked to see TJ chatting casually with Fiona Parker. She was flirting outrageously with him and he was blushing. Not understanding why, but Spinelli felt kinda ticked and, dare she say it, jealous. She had the urge to walk over to Parker and decapitate her. "So, you wanna dance since your traitor of a date AND friend found a new girl?" Spinelli took a breath.
"Lawson…GET A FRIGGIN LIFE AND STOP HITTING ON ME!" she shrilled and backslapped him, hard, across the face. Her face flushed scarlet, she stormed away to leave the freak in his pain and agony of her slap. Erika and Lori hurried over to her. (Lori asked Hustler Kid to get her some punch)
"Hey girl, we saw the whole thing!" Lori told her sympathetically, patting her shoulder in a sisterly way. Spinelli felt tears in her eyes. What was up with that? Erika embraced her.
"TJ, that jerk. How dare he blow you off for that hideous Fiona girl and how dare She to flirt with him. What is she, the biggest floozy in all the world?" Erika snapped in a pure vile of venom. Spinelli nodded and the tears vanished and were replaced by flames of rage. How dare TJ do that to her to Lawson could find her, ripe for the picking. Spinelli stormed over to TJ.
"YOU JERK!" she snarled and backslapped him across the face. The room immediately grew dead silent and they were all staring at TJ and Spinelli. TJ touched the red and tender spot on his cheek where Spinelli had smacked him. "Two injuries in one night, I'm impressed with myself!" Spinelli thought to herself. TJ was looking a little hurt…well emotionally and physically.
"Spin…" he muttered, unable to bring forth any other words.
"You just go and flirt with that…that…SHALLOW LITTLE FLOOZY and leave ME ripe for the picking for Lawson!" Spinelli screeched. TJ stared at her with shock.
"ME flirt with HER?" he gasped, pointing at Fiona. "She came up to me as soon as you walked away and wouldn't let me escape. She just trapped me while I tried to get away." Spinelli looked at him.
"How could you just lie to my face like that?" she whispered in a voice crippled with such sadness it failed to be her own voice any longer. Spinelli turned on her heel and walked out of the room, Lori and Erika, being the good friends they were, following. Spinelli, tears flowing freely from her cheeks, hurried to the school pay phone and dialed her home number. "Mom? It's Spinelli. Can you come and pick me up? I want to go home right now."
"Oh of course baby. Your father will be there in a heart beat." Spinelli sniffed and nodded and hung up the phone. Lori and Erika walked with her outside the school and stood with her, trying their best to cheer her up. After five minutes, Mr. Spinelli drove up and the tears were dried on Spinelli's cheeks. She opened the door and waved good-bye to Lori and Erika and her dad drove her home.
"How DARE he do that to my baby!" Bob (Mr. Spinelli) snapped as he paced the living room in front of Flo (Mrs. Spinelli). She was sighing and shaking her head.
"Honey, there isn't anything we can do. Our little girl just had her heart broken." Bob nodded sadly and sat next to his wife. They knew nothing they could say would ever help Spinelli now. All they could do was provide as much comfort as possible.
Spinelli was laying on her bed, crying her eyes out in her pillow. She punched it in a daze of rage, confusion, and sadness. She could never understand the roller coaster of emotions she was running through. Spinelli threw off her dress, washed off the make up, took off the jewelry and sat in a tank top and shorts. She turned on her radio to "Depression Central" and a slow, sad, song played. The depressing sound hit her and she laid on her bed, listening, praying for relief from the burden of emotions.
An that will be that. Don't you DARE think it's gonna stay like this. They're gonna make up soon, I swear. Put a hold on that sleepover. Ideas? Questions? Comments Concerns? I'm all ears…or eyes in this case. Ciao!