Sorry schools been hectic lately, but we're starting to get close to the conclusion so don't worry the story won't be going unfinished.
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The Halloween dance was in full blast at Spiro T. Agnew middle school. Once the students got over the awkward boy-girl rift the dance floor became a real hot spot with most kids visiting it for at least a song or two. Well most students. Naturally some stayed away to maintain the status quo, for them it was just business as usual.
"Flash Lights! One dolla! Get your flashlights here! What's a better way to show you're having a good time than by illuminating the room with a flashlight! We got 4 different colors here! One dolla each!" Once Hustler Kid reeled in a good sized line of potential buyers he quickly added "Batteries not included."
"I'm really not into this kinda music, you think the DJ knows any swing bands?" Swinger Girl asked a blonde girl hanging upside down from the bleachers next to her.
Skeens wasn't much of a dancer so he opted to use his creativity else where, while Lazy Kid napped on the side lines he took out a can of spray paint and out lined his sleepy friend. Kurst had spent all her time pigging out at the snack tables, and Sue Bob Murphy and Mundy entertained themselves by bullying a few weak kids.
"Just one dance S.B, you just name the song I'll make sure that old disc jockey spins it real good." Mundy cracked his knuckles threateningly.
"You don't need to threaten the man, he's taking requests." Sue Bob Murphy foiled his lame attempt of impressing her and any other unfortunate ladies.
Mundy flashed her a toothy grin. She watched him wet his thumb and drag it across his uni-brow.
"You can primp, prod, and groom all yah want, I won't be dancin' with the likes of yah anytime soon."
He sighed in defeat and relaxed himself. "Well I'm ganna go T.P the teachers lounge. You in?"
"Alright! Now you're speaking my language!" The delinquents ran off to gather a stock pile of toilet paper- almost knocking Guru Kid's hat off along the way.
"Oh Great Guru Kid, how can I tell a girl that I really dig her?" Digger Dave bowed and sacrificed a winger dinger in exchange of wisdom.
He accepted the sacred pastry and returned the bow to his pupil. "The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread."
"Umm what?"
"Interesting, I was under the impression that Guru Kid wrote his own material." Gretchen whispered to Gus after watching his interaction with Digger Dave.
"You mean he doesn't?"
"Well he just clearly stole that quote from Mother Teresa." Or maybe the author did because she's terrible at writing and even worse at love.
Gretchen and Gus stood behind the scenes watching their peers enjoying each others company. Mikey left to dance with his "friend" Tara, and Vince excused himself briefly to catch up with Lawson and his teammates. They were having a blast though. Only thing that was missing was a dance partner.
"Hey Gus, would you care for a dance?" Gretchen gestured towards the dance floor. Although she didn't have any feelings for her dorky friend he was really the only option at the moment.
"Errrr I'm sorry Gretch... I have to... go to the bathroom!"
"And then there was one." Gretchen sighed and sat down at a table by herself. She surveyed the room hoping to find someone to entertain her. Just two tables over her former best friend Spinelli was sitting alone, twirling her hair- a nervous habit of hers. When the two made eye contact Gretchen offered her a smile but it was never received because she had been distracted by Tj's arrival. Gretchen watched her face light up. "Oh get a room you two."
"I know right! You think they'll ever get together?" Vince scared Gretchen so bad she began to choke on the candy apple she was snacking on. He wrapped his arms around her and performed the Heimlich maneuver. A chunk caramel coated apple shot out of her mouth and landed in a soccer goal a whole ten feet away from them.
"GOAL!" Vince cheered and high-fived Gretchen. She rolled her eyes and laughed, who needs to dance when you're with good company.
"Hey guys I didn't mean to leave you hanging but I knew I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if I didn't ask Tara for a dance."
"Awww yeah that's our boy!" Vince patted Mikey's back, and he blushed a deep shade of red.
"It's quite alright Mikey. I think it's getting a little warm in here, do you guys want to step outside for a bit of fresh air?"
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"This is most refreshing after a work out like that. I haven't danced like that since well... before the fight." The gang hung their heads in memoriam.
An evil laugh broke their moment of silence. They exchanged looks wondering if the snicker had come from the gang.
"Hey guys!" Gus shouted as he ran down the steps of the gymnasium entrance.
"SHHHHH!"
"What's going on?" He whispered to the gang.
"SHHHHH!"
The four of them tiptoed around the front entrance, looking in bushes and trashcans for the source of laughter. All that was left to check was the space under the stairs.
"HA! And to think I thought of this plan all by myself. My first plan with the math test answers got everyone pretty upset with them including their own friends, but they'll get completely shunned after they get accused of this! Three hundred live frogs just waiting to be dropped on the entire Spiro T. Agnew student body. Those things are so nasty and slimy... Or dare I say...Moist. MUAHAHAHAHA!"
To say Gretchen, Vince, Mikey, and Gus were shocked would be an understatement.
"Good sweet Mike! They're innocent!"
