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Chapter 2; Making Nice

Lunch came and went for the boys and girls, both groups anticipating the plans they had made earlier. After lunch was a Period 6 Study with Tanya, Jack, and Crutchy. Tanya was going to take this opportunity to put the plan into action. Jack and Crutchy were already in their usual seats when Tanya arrived a little late.

"Sign in!" said the teacher at her desk. All of the students got up to sign in, which gave Tanya the perfect opportunity to sandwich in Crutchy and Jack.

"Oh! Excuse me Crutchy..." said Tanya in a false tone of sincerity. "Hello Jack! May I borrow your pen?"

"Of course you may." He said handing it to her. Tanya signed her name in a big loopy fashion and handed the pen back to him, touching his finger as she did. Crutchy gave Jack a look and Jack just shrugged his shoulders.

"So...what sport is it you play again?" Tanya asked the two after the three of them signed in.

"Well...I play golf...and Jackie-boy here plays hockey and horse back rides." answered Crutchy.

"And how are you at that..." asked Tanya "Cowboy?"

"I'm pretty good at it, I guess" he said, surprised that she was being this nice to him and Crutchy.

"And you are a drama student?" said Jack a little curious.

"Sure am" she replied.

"And what's the play this year?" asked Crutchy, wanting to know what he was getting himself into.

"Oh, we are doing a little something called Cabaret"

"Wait, what's that?" said Jack. He was a little Broadway challenged.

"Well, let's just say it involves a lot of...um...how do I say it...provocative attire" replied Crutchy.

"Wow, you know your stuff for a sports kid" said Tanya, mildly impressed.

"Well, I like some theatre" he replied Crutchy.

"Ever come to one of our shows?"

"What was the one with that scary woman and the bible..." said Crutchy, trying to remember.

"You saw The Book of Jane?" Tanya asked surprised.

"Uh…Yeah" he replied. "Why is that surprising?"

"Well, our groups really don't mix that well, if you couldn't tell from this morning." She said, remember the fight that morning over the parking spaces.

"Yeah, well, the Golf Team supports the Drama Club" said Crutchy.

"That's really cool...I didn't know that" said Tanya, sliding over her chair to Crutchy and Jack's table.

"You ever seen any of our stuff Jack?" she asked.

"Can't save that I have"

"Oh..." said Tanya, a bit hurt.

"But I heard you guys need set work done" he said quickly, sensing the disappointment in her voice.

"Big time" said Tanya. "Our black box theater classroom needs to be transformed"

"Well...me and my boys want to do the job" said Jack.

"Really?" asked Tanya, almost giggly.

"Yeah..." said Jack.

"Wait...why do you want to help us?"

"Well, we want it to look good...and we want to get more involved" said Jack with all the sincerity he could muster.

"Really." said Tanya, leaning in a little. "That's interesting, because earlier I heard Spot yell down the hallway that the Drama Club was "whack" as he so put it"

"Yeah, well Spot is a little umm… ass...yeah, that's all you can say about him" said Jack, shaking his head.

Tanya laughed "I guess so...but if you're really interested, I'll talk to Ms. Lemoine and see what she has to say"

"Ok, thanks" said Jack as the bell rang.

"No...Thank you" said Tanya, kissing both boys on the cheek and walking out of the classroom.

"Wow..." said Jack, a little confused.

"Yeah...wow is right! She didn't even know the Golf Team supported Drama!" said Crutchy.

Next period for Brittany and Kara was a pretty bad attempt...

"So, I hear you guys need set worked on for some drama shit" said Spot, swaggering up next to Kara and Brittany. It was Home Ec for them.

"Yeah, we think were just going to have Peter and Sal stay late" said Brittany, who was cracking eggs into a bowl with Kara behind Ms. Cappola, the Home Ec. teacher.

"Why do that when you can have us do it?" said Mush, trying to keep up with Kara.

"What?" said Brittany, stopping.

"NO STOPPING!" bellowed Ms. Cappola. Brittany started mixing the ingredients in the bowl together.

"You heard right" said Spot.

"Why?" Kara asked confused.

"Because...um...we..." Mush and Spot hadn't really thought up a decent excuse.

"Whatever" said Kara, clearly upset and walked away to turn on the oven.

"No, really...we think it would be fun" said Mush trying to save him and Spot's cover.

"Right..." said Kara.

"Come on...do we look like the type to lie?" asked Spot.

"Uh... do we have to answer that?" said Brittany, pouring the ingredients into another bowl.

"Look. We're going to help whether you like it or not! Discussion closed." said Spot, shoving his concoction into the oven.

"Ah, Spot..." said Brittany, trying to stop him from putting in the concoction he had just poured way too much yeast into.

"Brittany, I said were helping at that's-" Just then, the oven started to shake.

"Spot, you fucking moron!" yelled Brittany".

"HEY! I AM NOT A-" just then, the oven shot open and dough oozed out of it and onto the floor.

"You're not a what?" asked Brittany, looking at him pissed with her hands on her hips...

While all of that was going on, Katie and Jacqui were having a much easier time in History class...

"Hi Specs" Jacqui wrote on a piece of paper and passed it to him. Specs looked at her and the note suspiciously.

"Hi..." he wrote back.

"How are you?"

"Alright, you?"

"Same"

"Cool. I want to let you know that me and the guys are going to do set for your show"

"Really! That's awesome!"

"Yeah...should be a good time..."

"MS DIGENIO?" said Mr. Font, who had stopped his lesson to yell at her.

"Yes sir?" she said looking up.

"What's that" he asked, pointing at the note.

"Nothing..." said Jacquie, shoving the paper in her mouth.

"Ok Jacquie, whatever..." said Mr. Font, rolling his eyes and going back to his lesson. Katie and Race were having a similar conversation on the other side of the classroom.

"So Race, I've been hearing some things..." said Katie, who sat behind him.

"Really...what things have you been hearing?" he said over his shoulder.

"That you're helping with Cabaret" said Katie.

"I most certainly am" he said to her assuringly.

"Are you sure your helping, or are you sabotaging?" asked Katie innocently.

"Um...erm...no..." said Race, clearly lying.

"Oh ok..." said Katie, who knew he was lying, because lying was just like acting, which Katie knew much about. After school, Katie made sure to tell the girls a little about her worries of sabotage.

"So I asked him if he was helping or sabotaging, and he said he was helping, but you could sooo tell he was lying" she said to the girls as they walked to the parking lot.

"I don't know," said Kara "I don't think the boys are that smart..."

"Crutchy is" said Tanya "he even came to one of our shows before"

"Yeah, but doesn't the Golf Team support the Drama Club?" asked Brittany as they neared their cars.

"Yeah! How come I never knew that?" asked Tanya, who then stopped short.

"What's wrong?" asked Brittany as she followed Tanya's gaze. She then saw all of the boys placed at each girl's car, smiling and waving.

"Hey" said Race as Katie neared.

"Um...hi" she said unsure.

"What is this all about?" asked Danielle.

"Oh, well we just need a ride home?" said Race, hoping it sounded logical.

"And where is the midget's ugly ass hummer?" asked Brittany.

"What did you say?" Spot growled from Danielle's car.

"You heard what I said" whispered Brittany as she plopped inside her Bug and started the engine.

"Hey?" said Blink, who was knocking on the passenger window.

"Walk" she said, but then Tanya glared at her, and Brittany, remembering the plan, sighed. "Where do you live?" she asked as she popped open the door.

"Long John Lane, you know where that is?" he asked as he got in the car.

"Erm... is that in Saugus?" Brittany asked confused.

"No, it's in fucking Boston, of course its in Saugus you-" Just then he looked at Specs, who glared at him."- you silly girl" he put on a fake grin.

"I can't give you a ride home, Spot" said Danielle, getting into her car.

"Aw, come on sexy! Why not?" said Spot.

"Because I have an appointment to be at right now" she said starting the ignition.

"It's ok... I'll sit in the car… Danielle, wait... I LOVE YOU!" he yelled chasing her down. The car stopped. Then it started to back up into Spot.

"DANIELLE!" he yelled as he dodged out of the way. She laughed, blew him a kiss, then drove off"

"BITCHY!" he hollered.

"MIDGET!" she yelled back. The boys glared at him. "JUST KIDDING" he yelled.

"Whatever" she said and drove off pissed.

Sot stalked off to the back of his school to his Hummer. The rest of the girls looked at the guys with skeptical looks.

"I got to go" said Jacquie as she jumped in her car.

"Can I get a ride? Please" Specs asked.

"Um... let me see... no"

"But I live next door!" shouted Specs as she pulled out.

"Exactly... see you when I get home!"

"DAMN IT!" Specs yelled as she drove away…

"Well, we all suck" said Spot as he drove Race and Specs home. After Specs attempts failed, the other boys just decided that there plan was drowning and fast, so they said quick good-bye's and left.

"Yeah...Blink is the only one who got in" said Race, smoking another cigar.

"Wonder what they are doing…" thought Spot.

: Flash to imagination :

"Ooo0o0o Spot is sooooo hot" swooned a half naked Danielle…

: End of flash to imagination :

"Spot... SPOT DUDE!" yelled Race.

"Huh? What?" said Spot snapping out of it.

"TREE!"

"SHIT!" said Spot, quickly swerving and barely missing the tree.

"What's wrong with you, man?" asked Specs.

"Shut up!" yelled Spot. "Do you wanna walk home?"

"We would have been because your stupid plan backfired!" yelled Race.

"Don't worry, we'll get them tomorrow" said Spot, another plan hatching in his head.

"I hate when you get that scheming look in your eye" said Race.

"Don't we all… "Specs rolled his eyes.

"Listen… "and Spot told them his plan.