Heyy. Okay so this chapter was a little harder even though its only a filler. Yes, sad to say. I just didn't want the story moving as fast as it was. I didn't want to finish everything before there was even a chapter 10. So this is shorter and filler but please be patient because chapter 5 should be better. This is on Thursday. Dylan hasn't said anything about the video and Josh has completey forgotten about Claire but still doesn't care about Alicia. Now that that is clear,read on.
Chapter 4
Tiffany Box Trailer( 8 grade)
Thursday October 6
8:07 A.M
"This. Blows. Big. Time" Derrick Harrington slammed his head against the back of his massage chair with each word he said. His hair kept flying forward and landing sloppily in his eyes once it settled again.
"I feel like a girl. These desks have mirrors on them. I don't mind back massages, but I refuse to carry my books in a 'precious Louis'" Kemp was mocking how Massie had explained it yesterday. He pointed to the row of gold and brown suit cases all hung or lined up neatly on the back wall of the large trailer. Cam leaned back and almost fell out of his chair but caught himself when he grabbed the plush wall-carpeting.
At that moment a plume of vanilla scented room spray hissed from the small, white box in the corner of the room on a bookshelf. You could see a slight stain forming on the back cover of a worn, Jane Eyre.
"Okay, THAT has to go" Josh Hotz jumped out of his seat and crossed the room. All the Briarwood Boys stared as he picked up the rectangle device and snuck over to the frilly back window. He pushed the window to crack it and dropped the box out then watched it break into four pieces upon contact with the ground. After it hit he turned around and sunk down to the ground before having a laughing fit about the broken air freshener.
Josh was already back to himself after his encounter with Claire at the game days earlier. He now decided to not break up with Alicia in search for better. He would just keep what he had.
"Man, I love Leesh but this is way to over the top" he collapsed back at his desk on Cam's right side . Derrick was directly in front of him with Kemp on his right and Chris on the other side of Cam.
Ms. Dunkle was officially 10 minutes late. Her class had become a zoo of kids yelling and running around throwing balled up paper wads at each other.
"She is the entire reason we got stuck here!" Chris glared at him incredulously. He pushed his sandy blond hair back out of his eyes again and sat on top of Derrick's turned around desk.
"Yeah, but she's the reason we get out too" he put in slyly before pulling off his Yankee cap when he saw Principle Burns coming up the step through the lace eyelet curtains.
She slammed through the door at hurricane force and stomped up the steps before taking her position beside 's desk at the front of the room. She smoothed her floor-length black skirt before blowing her nose in a tissue from the package in her pocket. She threw away the used Kleenex and turned her attention to the group of now calmer, teens.
"Mr. Plovert. Seat. Now." she barked at him. Chris scrambled around trying to get back in his seat before she started pecking at him or something. He put on a serious face to mask the forming grin.
"Now for the rest of you. Last weekend the BOCD school was given a very generous donation from a prestigious family who wanted to help that school given our current..situation. The request was that the money was used to build an extra wing to the school to do away with overflow and return the trailers to the family that donated them. Now we-" she stopped to clear her voice.
"Caw!" Derrick let out softly so she wouldn't hear him. The guys all burst out in a round silent whisper-laughs. Dempsey and Layne, who coincidentally sat next to each other, glared at them from the front row.
"Excuse me Mr. Harrington? Now, you will start in the main building again on Monday. Class schedules will be posted tomorrow and there will be locker assignments later today. We also will be building brand new boys and girl locker rooms closer to the field" she sniffled and pulled out another tissue. She sounded like a goose as she blew her nose for the second time.
"Honk, honk" Kemp joked with the group until they couldn't contain themselves anymore and laughed out loud at full voice.
"Am I missing something?" Burns glared at them with the death ray eyes. The boys immediately straightened up and were silent.
"Anyway….Oh yes, well you will receive locker information-" her walkie talkie, cell phone thing put out static signaling a message coming in.
"Yeah, uh, Burns?" the voice was timid but rough. Principle Burns rolled her eyes and started to reply.
"No Art, it isn't lunch yet" she bit back to the employee.
"Uh, that's not it. See, I believe these girls just flushed the bio frogs down the toilet and," he paused for a minute and you could hear the giggles in the backround.
"Well, all the East Wing toilets are broke" he sucked in a breathe to continue but Burns cut him off.
"THEY WHAT!" she screeched before throwing down the walkie talkie. She started to rush out the door until she started wheezing.
"Petulant group of seventh graders" she mumbled under her breathe as she walked out of the trailer bumping Ms. Dunkle who was just arriving.
"Sorry class, traffic. Okay open to page seven in the World History books you have." shE put her suitcase by her desk and launched straight into her lesson orally. To the Briarwood Boys, this meant they could pass notes.
D-atleast u get 2 c C now. Did u guys hng out again last nite?
C-yeah. watchd superbad wit her n harris. superbad movie.
J-nice
K-wasup homie-u guys m.o the whole time ha
P-yo.
D-no comment
C-no! not w/ H around
J-wat? He ruins the mood.
C-shut up already! D, hows Massie???
D-uh, with Solomon. an hes w/ Lyne .
J-ur not serius!
D-ya
C-whatever. U stll like her lyke that.
P-booty!
D-chrs shut up. Whrs kemp? and I do not!
C-whtevr u need 2 tell urself. K left 4 da bthroom
As Cam slipped the note on Derrick's desk, he peered around him to check the rumor. Confirmed. Layne and Dempsey were totally ignoring the lecture and playing together. What could you call it? Armsies? Solomon better straighten up or Cam might have to do something. Him and Massie had gotten really close over the summer despite Derrick's "PC Ban" and her self proclaimed "boy ban". Not romanticly of course. They just hung out and talked at the club after she came back early from riding camp and Cam got stuck there because of his parents jobs managing there. They were practically related now.
All of a sudden, the door of the trailer swung open and a tiny seventh grader hurried p the stairs.
"Uh, Dean Don……Needs you in his office for a minute" the ten year old looking kid scurried back out as fast as possible. The door slammed behind him and the whole trailer shook twice.
Wordlessly, Ms. Dunkle followed him in an attempt to keep up.
Chatter broke out again among the group as soon as the door squeeked close.
Derrick swung to the side to face Cam. "I do not like Block" he insisted.
"Whatever you say" Cam answered in a tone dripping with sarcasm. He also noted how he called her "Block" and not "Massie".
Kemp ran down the isle and landed on top of Cam's desk with a thud.
"You guys goin to that Halloween thing?" he asked energetically. He bobbed up and down, obviously hyper.
"Uh, Scarefest? Maybe" Chris replied playing with the nozzle of the can of Axe that came with the desk. He unscrewed it and peered into the can with one eye squinted.
"I'm goin with Leesh" Josh stated proudly. He acted as if he had never tried to cheat or use her.
"Yeah, shut up. Dylan said no." Kemp mumbled the last part as he suddenly became calm and gloomy. His mind flashed back to the night before.
"Hey" Kemp greeted her softly. He sat down on the swing next to her and sat there waiting. He was glad he had grabbed a hoodie. It was getting a little chilly later at night.
She only twisted herself the other way and continued to draw in the mulch with the toe of her sneaker. Away from the PC, she secretly had a soft spot for her low-top Chuck's. The rusty chains of the old swing set creaked and moaned when the chains were turned.
"Okay, the silent treatment. I don't blame you." he paused again in hopes she would say something before he apologized. When she was silent, he ran a hand threw his trimmed curls. He saw that her fiery red locks looked beautiful against her half tan skin.
"You have every right in the world not to speak to me. Those texts were pretty horrible and I feel so stupid for sending them. Dylan, I know the answer will be no but, can you forgive me? Give me another chance? Maybe at Scarefest?" he hinted and tried to move closer to her. She stood up in a bolt of anger.
"Do you know how hard I tried to impress you? Have any idea how bad it hurt when you ran away at the party? I didn't understand it at first. Then the texts! I spent so much time worrying. About how I looked and what you thought. Just to be bombarded with dozens of pictures of pigs and those nasty little comments," she stopped right there and looked down.
"Dyl, I-" she cut his sentence short for him.
"Don't. I'm done. I'm just done" and with that she walked away. The crunching of mulch under her was the only noise. She left him there, completely stunned. He watched her pull on her pale pink jacket and take a left at the corner before pulling out her phone. He left because he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't watch her walk away.
"Earth to monkey!" Chris yelled in a distorted voice. Kemp snapped back and noticed that the can of Axe was pouring out of the top on to the carpet.
"Help fix" Cam's sentence was hurried as he grabbed a spare roll of paper towels to clean the mess up.
"Genius here," Cam gestured to Josh. "tipped the can trying to make it stand on an angle but it fell over" Josh stuck his tongue out and went back to scrubbing the now scented floor.
Kemp grabbed a handful of soft paper and helped out in cleaning up the mess. His mind was still lost in imaginary land trying to figure out a way to win Marvil-ous as he dubbed her, back.
Tiny I know. The next chapter will be absolutely great, I assure you!