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Lost In Conversation Chapter Six: In A Nutshell (Vicky's POV)
" Hey! Halt twerps!"
I stopped two boys in their tracks. They looked like freshmen. Fresh meat.
" Quit running the halls, or I'll give you something to run from!"
A good threat never hurt anybody, right? One of the idiots turned around with a cocky look on his face. He started to walk up towards me. Dead twerp walking.
" Sure thing Miss...?"
" Coach Vicky."
" Right... and I'm sure what you wanted us to run from was your face?"
His fat buddy busted out laughing. These twerps were definitely in over their heads. I'd fix that.
" Oh... a comedian, I see? Well, here's a good joke for ya, what did the five fingers say to the face?"
The smart aleck raised his eyebrows.
" You're not serious... are you?"
His question was answered with a fist sending him flying down the hallway. His friend started shaking and raised a chubby finger at me. I couldn't begin to describe the pleasure I got from this.
" Y-Yo-You can't do t-that! You're a-a teacher!"
I couldn't help but give the little piglet my Cheshire smile.
" On the contrary, I can. And if any of you twerps tell anyone, I'll just have to play this over the intercom."
I took out one of my tape recorders and played, " Hi, my name is blank and I'm in love with my best friend blank."
" I'm not gay and I'm not in love with Dean!"
The sarcastic one got up and told him, " Don't pay her any mind, Lance... let's go."
Just as they were about to turn around, I took out the second recorder and with careful editing played,
" Hi my name is Lance and I'm gay and I'm in love with my best friend, Dean."
The boys stared at me with mouths gaped. Got them.
" Come on, Lance."
The boys turned back around and walked away. I busted out laughing after they rounded the corner. What a bunch of dorks! Now, back to what I was doing.
I was on watch duty which took place the second half of my planning period. Besides fitness day, it was one of my favorite times of the school week. Why? Because I get to harass the local twerps and then give them detention!
I continued down the long, freshly polished hallway and with my eagle eyes scouted out any twerps stepping out of line. Unfortunately, most of these twerps knew me so they didn't so much as breathe. BORING!
As I stepped into the next hall, I heard the screaming of a shallow, preppy girl... SHOWTIME!
" Hey! What the hell is going on..."
I was greeted by the sight of Trixie Tang grabbing her hair and staring at it with a horrified expression on her face.
I went out on the limb and guessed it was because it was green.
She continued to sob uncontrollably while her blonde friend tried to console her. It was a pitiful sight indeed.
I noticed a green powder substance covering her locker and her hands. Whoever did it, I wanted to congratulate them more than punish them.
" Alright princess, got any idea who did it?"
The little snob just preceded to snob.
" Hey!"
I turned and saw Mr. Skylark himself running towards us. Great.
" What's going on..."
His reaction to Trixie's appearance resembled mine.
" Who did it?"
" I just asked her and she didn't say anything..."
" Miss Tang?"
The little snob finally stopped crying long enough to point a perfectly manicured finger at the back of a girl with short black hair, a white top, and a pleated plaid skirt. The girl adjusted her telephone operator glasses and preceded to sort out her locker.
" Tootie..."
Chip shook his head after saying the name. I looked over at my sister and she seemed not to noticed our existence. She was always a great actress. Trixie broke out sobbing again.
" I-It wa-was that bitch!"
Okay, now I was getting pissed off.
" Why don't you put her on a leash!"
Yeah, now I was pissed.
" Trixie... you shouldn't use language like that, it"-
" Got any proof that she did it?"
She looked at me with wide blue eyes weighed down with make-up.
" What do you mean proof?"
" I mean, can you prove to us that she did it?"
Chip gave me a questionable look and I could feel Tootie's eyes on me. Both of them wanted to know where I was going with this. Trixie was dumbfounded.
" Isn't it enough that she's done stuff like this before?"
" She has?"
" Yes!"
" Why would she pull pranks on you, Trixie?"
" Because... because she's jealous!"
" Of what?"
" Me, of course!"
" Well, aren't there a lot of girls in this school jealous of you?"
" Yeah... I guess."
" So, out of hundreds of jealous girls in this school, how can you tell me that Tootie did all of this to you?"
Chip looked at me amazed. I could tell Tootie was holding back laughter, the sight of Trixie Tang completely speechless was freaking hilarious. I struggled to keep my poker face. I patted her shoulder looking at Tootie out the corner of my eye.
" Well, princess. Looks like you ain't got much of a case to present before the royal court."
" Why don't you go wash that out and I'll write a pass for you to go to class." Chip patted her other shoulder and gently pushed her on her way.
Trixie turned back and looked at me then Tootie with angry eyes. She snatched her purse off the ground and with a 'hmph!' slammed her locker shut and stomped off.
When she was out of view, I turned to Chip and our eyes met. Then we both looked at Tootie, who was still gathering her books innocently.
" Tootie..."
She turned around and replied sweetly, " Yes, Mr. Skylark?"
" Did you have anything to do with that?"
" I think the case has already been denied, Mr. Skylark."
She gave me a wink and preceded down the hall. I couldn't help but snicker. The girl was too good! Chip just shook his head again and gave me a tired look.
" You know, you really shouldn't let her get away with this stuff."
I shrugged my shoulders and started to walk away. He followed me which defeated the purpose.
" And maybe you should talk to her about her wardrobe..."
" Hey, I'm her sister not her mother."
We walked in silence for a little while. I really wished he would go somewhere. Preferably, off a cliff.
" So... how are your parents?"
A subject I definitely did not want to get into.
" They sent us a postcard awhile back. It didn't say much but I guess they're okay."
" Oh..."
A few years ago, our parents left home for work... and never came back. After I filed the police report, there was a big uproar in Dimmsdale over who would have custody over us. There were no relatives willing to take the job. Fortunately just as the situation reached a climax, I turned eighteen and could be Tootie's legal guardian. After the court stuff was taken care of, we received a postcard from Haiti. Guess who?
" Well, here's my stop."
We came to a huge metal door leading to the Chorus room. Thank God.
" Alright."
" I'll see you... at lunch?"
" Like always."
" Okay..."
" Bye, Chip."
" Goodbye, Vicky."
When he shut the door, I felt shivers going up and down my spine. It was crazy how he could say my name with such softness and care when it was so used to harshness and fear.
I shook it off and continued on down the hallway doing what I do best...
...making people come to hate the name, Vicky.
Chip's POV
My back stayed firmly on the door until the pitted patter of her steps died away. The room was dark and quiet, the only light came from the long windows that were behind the risers. Slowly I went towards my desk and slouched down into the seat.
I just couldn't get it. Why did I always lose my cool around that girl?
Sure, plenty of people were scared of her, she had a mean rep but my uneasiness didn't come from fear... I was just nervous.
And Chip Skylark never got nervous... especially when it came to women.
I wasn't even the least bit nervous when I started working here. Sure, it was a lot different from the stage but I guess that was the point.
The pop star life can get really old really fast.
The never ending tours... the hours spent in the recording studio... the screaming fans... the constant flashing of cameras in your face... interviewers asking the same questions over and over again... and it was 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
After winning my what- tenth?- grammy, I decided to take a long break and settle back in my hometown, Dimmsdale. Then, even that got boring.
One day, I happened to come across this article about the Dimmsdale High music program being shut down because of a lack of music teachers.
Well, I always was one for " saving the music".
So I traded in my jeans and sneakers for slacks and loafers and took the job. It was hard at first dealing with the students (and teachers) begging for autographs and gawking at me constantly but eventually, I guess they got used to me and now, I'm treated just like any other teacher.
Which isn't saying much.
But teaching isn't very hard at all, in fact, my only real challenge has been... Vicky.
For almost two years now, we've been somehow put together and forced to have awkward conversations. It's like, when I'm around her, my mind goes haywire and it doesn't help that she uses short, clipped answers.
I guess the easiest thing to do would be to ignore her, but it's near impossible. We both have the same planning period, the same watch duties, the same lunch and even the same afternoon workshops.
Being the youngest teachers here, we're often isolated from the older and more experienced teachers. During a meeting, in the lunchroom, and even in the teacher's lounge there's always two chairs sitting exactly opposite of each other and we both seem to always get there just in time to occupy them. There was simply no getting around this girl.
Not that I had anything against her personally, it just... she was always so... cold.
Then, looking at her fascinated me to no end. How could a girl which such a delicate frame be that strong? How did that fiery red hair seem to bounce off of her when it was always in a ponytail? How could her rose eyes feed off the misery of others and contain such a burning passion... that dies whenever they look into mine?
What fascinated me most, was the constant harsh reality that there was a girl out there I couldn't have.
The bell sounded and I could hear the students' feet pound against the floor. I shuffled a few papers and found my lesson plans.
Well, if all else fails, I could probably make a comeback.
Okay, to be perfectly honest, I had no idea this whole chapter would end up being about those two. Vicky's POV was a bit hard at first, but was easier once i got into it. Chip was really hard to figure out since he only makes a appearance every so often and he's usually in pop star mode. So, I had to play around with his personality a little bit. But, now you know that their coupling has been added as well. I was going to do it in a separate fic but since it tied into this story so much, I figured, what the hell and added them in. It certainly makes it more interesting, right?
(Crowd murmurs)
Right?
(Crowd suddenly agrees)
Alright, then.
Next Chapter: We Don't Care Anymore (starting with Timmy's POV)
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