A/N: So, I'm back after over 6 weeks! Short author's note this time, since I don't have anything to say or reply to.. Except that Finland was AMAZING.. I had the best camp ever. Only bad part was me getting sick for 2 weeks when I got back.. Ah, who cares? On to the story now! It's a bit short, because of me being sick. I'll make it up to you!
"Well, did that movie suck ass, or was it just me?" A female voice asked.
Jack looked up from his plate to see the girl he only knew as Miss Bell. It was lunchtime, and he was sitting alone at a table.
"No, it ain't you. Or we are both fucked up the same way.." Jack replied, wondering what she wanted.
"Or not. Can I sit down?" Although she had asked it, she was already sitting down at the table.
"What would you've done if I said no?" Jack looked at her.
"You ain't crazy, so you had to say yes." The girl stated.
"I don't even know your name, so why the fuck would I say yes?" Jack tried to push her buttons.
"Because I've seen you look at me this morning, babe. And it's Vicky by the way"
"Vicky, huh? You don't look like a Vicky to me." Jack stated, turning the conversation away from the fact that he had been looking at her this morning.
He was right about that. The dark haired girl in front of him didn't seem to fit the description of a girl named Vicky. Her hair was pitch-black, and her skin had the color of mocha. In fact, Jack wouldn't have been surprised if her name had been either Carmen, or latino, or She-who-runs-with-the-wind or something like that.
"Ha, ain't that the truth. It's actually Victoriana. My Brazilian mom came up with that one. But try finding someone who can say that, or even worse remember it. So, Vicky it is now." The girl replied with a smile.
Jack took a bite of his food, not quite sure what to say now. Girls usually didn't come up to him to talk this easily.
"So, uh, why are you here? You don't look like much trouble" He finally said.
"Is every sentence you say gonna be about me ain't looking like something?" Vicky shot back.
"Well.. I.. Didn't mean it like that.." Jack stuttered.
"Oh, relax. I was joking. I took the dean's care for a little drive, didn't even total it, but whatever." She said it like it was no big deal.
"You took the dean's car? You ain't talking 'bout that new Porsche he drives, right?" Jack looked at the girl in amazement.
"Of course I am. That baby was asking for me to drive it.. And he left his keys locked away in the second drawer of his desk. So it's his fault, shouldn't have let those keys where I could find them. What about you, hot-shot?" Vicky asked.
"Got caught skipping third period, smoking some stuff. Ain't that big of a deal." Jack shrugged it off.
"You got caught smoking? How stupid can you get?" Vicky responded.
"Hey, don't you lecture me.. You stole a fucking car, for God's sake. Smoking a bit of pot isn't half as bad" Jack said angrily.
"Woah, ain't talking about the smoking… Talking 'bout the getting caught." Vicky held up her hands in defence.
"Not like I planned on it." Jack was still angry with her.
"Listen hot-shot, there is a door next to the emergency exit in the gym. It's supposed to be locked, but that shit broke like 5 years ago. Open it, and you'll find everyone there smoking without getting caught. Dean ain't gonna look there, cause it's locked as far as he knows.."
"Okay, thanks." Jack caved in reluctantly.
"We cool?" Vicky raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Yeah, we cool." Jack nodded.
"Ladies and gentleman, our hour of fine lunch-time is now over. If you would all be so kind to walk to the auditorium? There you will all do your homework, supervised by miss LaRue here. Also you'll be coming to my office one by one for a little chat. I'll be starting with you, miss Bell. So if you'd come with me, please? That's all, now go to the auditorium." Mister Lester announced.
"Good luck with him! I'm happy I ain't you right now." Jack whispered to Vicky.
"You'll time come hot-shot. If I ain't gonna die in there that is." Vicky whispered back.
"Miss Bell, please stop your conversation with mister Mercer and follow me." Mister Lester interjected.
"Does that guy hear everything?" Vicky asked Jack, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, I do in fact, miss Bell. Now follow me, before I'll be forced to give you another week of detention." Mister Lester's voice had become scarily calm.
Vicky walked out of the auditorium, but not before winking at Jack.