I wanted to warn you, I think I've outdone myself in the foul language department! It must come from repressed rage or something. Anyway, more pervertedness and yes I use the c-word in this chapter, so be on guard for that!
Warning: Sexual suggestiveness, crude language, mention of drug use
Disclaimer: I don't own it, just Sherrie, my OC's and the plot of this fanfiction.
Carl Carlton's disco song was the inspiration for the chapter title.
Chapter 3
She's a Bad Mama Jama
Hawk hadn't seemed bothered by her threats earlier, in fact he seemed to enjoy the attention she was giving him, something which had alarmed her. Sure they were empty threats-though when she threatened Hawk one could never tell-but they were the only defense she had against him. It seemed he had gained more bravado over the years she'd been away, so much so that her threats had done nothing to deter him. If anything they had only made him bolder.
"Ah, little miss Cherry's filling out nicely I see..." He said playfully, groping one of her tits as they walked down the crowded hallway. She batted his hands away, scowling at him as he tried to play it off like it was an innocent mistake, "Hey it was an accident! There's barely enough room in this hallway!" He held up his hands in mock apology all the while reaching behind her to snap her bra strap, unknowingly loosening the clasp. She yelped, looking at him with murder in her eyes when he laughed at her attempt to cover her chest,
"There's no way that was an accident you bastard, stop touching me! And quit calling me 'Cherry' it's disgusting!" She shouted, running into the nearby bathroom to fix her wardrobe malfunction.
She growled underneath her breath as she slammed one of the stall doors behind her. Moments later she heard a commotion as a bunch of platform shoes came stomping into the bathroom. 'Stellas.' She thought, pausing in her motions when she realized the conversation was about her.
"Hey Lacey, have you seen that new girl yet?" One of them asked.
"No, not yet, who is she?" Lacey asked. One of the other girls answered.
"I've heard rumors that she's from some wealthy family on the east coast and that she hangs out with celebrities, but I think that's just what they are, rumors. Why would some little princess girl leave the land of fame and riches to come to this loser town?" Sherrie started fuming, 'Loser town? Well yeah, Cleveland isn't really anything special compared to New York or Hollywood, but what do they know?' She heard something like someone spraying perfume or hairspray and covered her mouth to keep herself from choking on the overload of fumes.
"Um, a loser, that's who." Another girl answered.
"Yeah, I plan on leaving this place as soon as I graduate. Why you'd want to move here is a mystery to me." Lacey agreed. One of the other girls spoke up.
"And anyway, Karen from my home economics class saw her hanging out with those two burnouts, um, what were their names again? Hawk and...Strip?" Lacey started laughing,
"Well if she was hanging out with them, she's definitely a loser." Sherrie couldn't take it anymore and burst out of the stall. Who did this bitch think she was anyway? She was the only girl who was allowed to call Hawk and Trip losers! The question was answered when she came face to face with the girl who bullied her in middle school, Lacey Wright. She seemed offended when Sherrie came out of the stall. "Geez, a loser and she has no manners. Who are you new girl? And why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Sherrie smirked, the bitch didn't remember her, well she'd have to rectify that...
"Aww, you don't remember me Lacey? I'm hurt, of course if I breathed as many chemical fumes as you do on a daily basis, I'd probably be a little retarded too." She said, walking towards the three of them. Lacey Wright stood in the middle of them with her platinum blonde, feathered hair, wearing a tight, red dress and the most obnoxious blue eyeshadow Sherrie had ever seen. In all honesty, Sherrie would have mistaken her for a prostitute before the disco queen that she so desperately wanted to be. Her two lackeys wore less flashy but no less obnoxious clothing. The taller one on her right was called Brenda Smith, a total sheep, she usually went along with whatever Lacey said or did. She wore a bright orange leisure suit along with hoop earrings, giant fake eyelashes and her hair was permed and backcombed into an afro. The one on her left was Melissa Grey, she redefined the term 'nervous nelly' with the way she chewed her gum and fingernails. She was shorter than the other two and her look was more toned down. She wore her wavy dark blonde hair in a sideways half-updo, her otherwise boring look was completed with a white fur coat and a fluffy pink scrunchie. Sherrie had once wanted to be like them, to know what it was like to be popular-as every girl does-but now she cringed as she looked at Lacey's lackeys and realized what she would have become: a spineless, brainless twit. And to have to listen to disco music and wear a million layers of makeup and perfume every day...if she wanted to thank God for anything, it was that she didn't have to do any of that! And besides, she loved Rock n' Roll, she wouldn't give it up for anything! Even when she was in debutante school she had kept The Runaways and Kiss records stashed beneath her bed only to listen to them long after lights out. Rock n' Roll music made her feel powerful and sexy. The twang of the electric guitar sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, the beat of the drums fired her up and made her feel like she could take on the world, and the voice of the lead singer, whether soft and melodic or loud and antagonizing captured her heart and soul. She loved it so much that her mother, months before she died, had bought her an electric guitar and given her money for lessons. She fondly remembered strumming away on it for hours with Lex and the others to poorly rendered covers of Kiss and Black Sabbath among others. She missed her mom so much...
"Excuse me? Who are you calling retarded? Do you even know who you're talking to?" Lacey retorted, using her status as a defense mechanism.
"Um, I believe I called you retarded sweetheart." Sherrie answered back patronizingly, "Has all that bleach finally killed your brain cells?" Sherrie was of course taking a serious jab at the fact that Lacey wasn't a true blonde, something that she painstakingly tried to hide. Brenda spoke up on her queen bee's behalf,
"How dare you!? Lacey is high school royalty! If anything you should be on your knees begging for forgiveness!"
"I'm sure you know all about being on your knees, eh Brenda?" In middle school, being Sherrie's bully meant you were at risk of her knowing all of your secrets, if someone pissed her off, her one-track mind proved invaluable when it came to revenge, and she knew that with girls, destroying them usually involved exploitation. Brenda's antics with her professors were no exception. Jam had once told Sherrie that her vengeful behavior was unhealthy. Brenda became flustered at the crude response while Melissa had begun snapping away nervously on her bubblegum with an attempt to quell her anxious mind. A look of recognition came over Lacey's face at the crudeness of the remark,
"As I live and breathe, Sherrie-fucking-Merle. Or should I say little miss 'cherry pie'?" Lacey finished, drawing her lips into a pout. Sherrie cringed, hating the nickname with all of her being, Lacey was the reason Hawk had started calling her that! "Aww, look girls, she remembers her name! Oh and I bet your still a hopeless virgin too, but you just keep telling yourself that you're waiting for marriage!" She and the other girls started laughing while Sherrie balled her hands into fists to keep herself from breaking Lacey's nose. "You might look like us honey, but you'll always be a prude who pretends to be a bad girl for all of her disgusting burnout friends." She flipped her blonde hair back behind her shoulders as she took one last look in the mirror before heading towards the door. Sherrie took a few deep, calming breaths before calling out, there was no way Lacey was going to win over her again!
"You know what Lacey? You're absolutely right, I am a virgin, but at least my cunt doesn't look like a bag of cow tongues after fucking every guy on the football team." Lacey paused at the door and Sherrie knew that her comment had hit home. Debutante school may have taught her how to keep calm in situations like this, but it obviously hadn't taught her how to put a cap on her dirty mouth. Melissa shifted her eyes back and forth in anticipation while Brenda remained speechless. Lacey turned around slowly, shaking with rage.
"So, after all this time you've finally found the nerve to stand up to me. And just when you learned how not to dress like a total dyke." Sherrie smiled coolly. "It's too bad, I was actually starting to like you, now I'm afraid I can't rest until I tear that perfect blonde hair out by the roots!" Lacey was about to reach for her when a voice called out by the door,
"Hey Cherry! Did you fall in or what? Come on let's go, I'm starving!" Hawk shouted as he came strolling into the ladies' room.
"What the hell are you doing in here loser?" Lacey turned on him angrily.
"Yeah, this is the girls' bathroom!" Brenda shouted, she obviously wanted justice for Sherrie's earlier remark about her. Hawk looked at them as if he hadn't noticed them standing there.
"Oh really? Is this the girls' room? 'Cuz all I see are a bunch of trannies." Sherrie burst out laughing while the others gaped in astonishment. No guy had ever dared treated them like that, they were worshipped, every guy at that school would kill to date them, let alone have a chance to talk to them. Sherrie couldn't believe it, Hawk was coming to her rescue? And he'd apologized to her earlier! What was the world coming to? Lacey turned to her friends in a huff,
"Come on girls, we don't need this!" She then turned to Sherrie, "I suggest you watch your back closely if you don't want to lose all of that pretty blonde hair." Hawk laughed,
"What are you gonna do? Give her an STD?" Lacey gritted her teeth at the remark before stomping out of the room. Hawk sighed, pushing his hair back, "Jesus, it's only the first day and you already have Lacey Wright breathing down your neck! It's lucky I was listening otherwise you would have had your ass handed to you!" Sherrie rolled her eyes in disbelief,
"Please, that whore won't do anything to me unless she has her little groupies around to back her up and even then I'm pretty sure I could take 'Saturday Night Fever' and Barbie's less attractive cousin." She said, picking up her backpack. "Oh and thanks for what you did back there, if it hadn't been for you I might have been suspended on my first day back." She said sincerely.
"Oh come on, don't get all touchy-feely on me! We're supposed to hate each other remember?" Sherrie smiled,
"Yeah maybe, and I wasn't going to bring this up before but you know you're a pervert for eavesdropping on the girls' bathroom." She crossed her arms, the action putting her breasts further on display in her tight pink top. Hawk's eyes immediately zoned in and he couldn't lie, he enjoyed the view, until he realized she was laughing at him! 'Fucking tease!' He thought, averting his eyes and turning away, flapping his coat in disconcert. "Lunch period will be over if we don't hurry up, so come on!" He said as he headed out the door.
Lex and Jam sat at their usual table in the cafeteria waiting for Hawk and Trip.
"So, have you had any classes with that new girl?" Lex asked nonchalantly, shoveling what he hoped was meatloaf into his mouth. Jam shook his head.
"Nah, but I've heard plenty of rumors about her." Lex nodded his head in agreement,
"Yeah, me too, ones about her having close connections with John Travolta and others about her being related to the Queen of England or something." Lex and Jam both laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Just then, Trip came barreling into the cafeteria, unable to contain his excitement as he reached the table, slamming into it and spilling Jam's milk all over Lex's food tray in the process.
"Dammit Trip, look where you're going you big lummox!" Lex exclaimed, growling at the milk stain on his brand new Kiss t-shirt. Jam rushed to the nearby mens' room and came back with a ludicrous amount of paper towels,
"Here man, use these!" He said, giving half of them to Lex to mop up the mess on the table.
"Uh, sorry..." Trip apologized half-heartedly, still out of breath. Lex sighed,
"What was so important that you had to run over here and ruin my lunch?" He asked bitterly, he'd already spent his lunch money for the day and now his meal was ruined. He'd have to sit through his last two periods on an empty stomach, but then again, he wasn't exactly sure that their public school nutrition wasn't wearing a hole in his intestines. Trip then remembered why he'd run over there in the first place,
"O-oh yeah! Hawk's with that hot new girl from our homeroom!" He spouted excitedly. Lex looked less than pleased, he really didn't care that Hawk had hooked up with some girl and he looked back at his friend disgustedly,
"Ah, come on Trip we don't want to hear about Hawk making out with some girl while we're eating!" Trip looked confused for a second before shaking his head,
"No man, I mean she's gonna come hang out with us!" Jam and Lex both looked back at their friend with deadpanned expressions,
"So?" Lex said, "Is she giving out free candy or something?" As he said these words he noticed Hawk step through the double doors leading into the cafeteria, followed by this girl everyone was talking about. He narrowed his eyes when she came into view, feeling like he knew her from somewhere. It was then that her blue eyes met his and her skin flushed a wonderful rosy hue when she noticed his gaze. She smiled at him before looking away shyly, following Hawk into the lunch line. It was then that the realization hit him full force. It was her, he couldn't believe it! He'd know that smile anywhere. And those eyes! God, those eyes were made even more beautiful now that they weren't surrounded by circles of inky-black eyeliner. He had to teach himself to breathe again as she came closer, his breath caught in his throat. How could someone he'd known since childhood have this kind of effect on him? He felt like a virgin who just had the entire cheerleading team offer to get topless for him. Hell, losing his virginity hadn't been this nerve wracking!
She felt like one of those chicks in a Romance novel...not that she owned any of course! Her heart fluttered at the sight of her best friend. She followed Hawk to the table where Jam, Trip and Lex were all sitting, nearly spilling her tray when Lex practically jumped out of his seat. He stared down at her nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on his worn out jeans. He had finally gotten his growth spurt and towered over her, she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. He had grown from a spindly little dork with braces and horrible acne to a tall, dark-and dare she say-handsome young man very similar to the type who invaded her girlish fantasies. If he hadn't been her best friend she would have swooned.
"Hi." She said simply, unable to control the blush that spread across her cheeks. His sultry brown eyes stared back into her sparkling blue ones as he gulped down the extra saliva that had suddenly gathered in his mouth.
"Hey." He answered back. He wanted to punch himself in the face, '"Hey?" That's all you can come up with? You haven't seen your best friend in two years and the best you can come up with is "Hey"?' He noticed she was looking back at him as if expecting him to say or do something and he panicked, 'Oh no, I've been staring at her so long that I missed the first part of the conversation! Okay, calm down you've got this!' He suddenly pointed a finger at her as if he just remembered who she was. "Sherrie." He said, feeling like a huge idiot. She smiled, biting her lips to keep herself from laughing at him. 'Damn that's sexy...' he thought.
"Yeah, and you're...Lex right?" She said teasingly, pretending she didn't remember him.
"Yeah..." He said, he definitely felt like a moron. Jam saved him more embarrassment when he got up and gave Sherrie a hug,
"Hey Sherrie." He greeted. She hugged him back, ecstatic.
"Hey Jeremiah what's-"
"It's Jam now." He interrupted before she could say more. She shrugged her shoulders, suddenly embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sorry I must have forgotten! I know you told me in that letter-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You guys have been writing to each other!?" Lex interjected as he was harshly jolted out of his daze with this new information. He suddenly felt a little envious. Sherrie's uncle had called his mom to tell him that he wasn't allowed to have contact with her anymore because of his social status, and here was Jam writing letters back and forth with her like they were fucking pen pals!
"Oh sorry, I was going to tell you sooner man, Sherrie's grandma and my mom know each other from this charity ball my mom attended a few years ago." Jam apologized.
"And you didn't think to tell me this fucking piece of information!?" Lex argued. Here he could have been talking with Sherrie this whole time and Jam had been holding out on him!
"Look dude, I'm sorry. It's not like we were allowed to write to each other that often anyway, our letters were usually screened by her uncle!" Sherrie nodded in agreement, an apologetic look on her face.
Trip, who had been watching the exchange, elbowed Hawk as if he'd had an epiphany,
"Yo Hawk, I just realized something! It's Cherry!" He laughed as if he knew something the others didn't. Hawk looked at his friend in mock astonishment,
"Holy shit Sherlock, you've cracked the case wide open!" He said sarcastically, Trip looked down, hurt by the comment. Sherrie overheard the comment and replied haughtily,
"Hawk, don't be such a dick, it took you two class periods before you realized it was me and you looked me right in the face!" Trip started laughing at him and Hawk looked back defeatedly at him,
"Shut up, man."
Lex was still a little hurt by the fact that two of his best friends hadn't bothered to tell him that they had been writing to each other, but that was forgotten when Sherrie snatched up the crumpled white sheet with his class schedule printed on it and looked over the classes he was taking.
"Hey look, we have English together, that's something right?" She asked, smiling prettily at him. He nodded, though his negative mind couldn't help but remind him that that wasn't until tomorrow and his shoulders slumped at the realization.
After they had gotten the greetings out of the way, lunch went on as usual.
"Here Lex, you can have my tater tots, my milk did spill all over your tray after all..." Jam said as he reached over to pour the sad excuses for potatoes onto one of the nearby napkins. Lex couldn't say he was partial to tater tots, but he was grateful for them nonetheless, "Thanks Jam." He said, glaring at Trip who was sitting at the opposite end of the table and seemed oblivious to the exchange as he stared at Sherrie's clearly visible rack. A sense of brotherly protectiveness came over him at the sight, and he did a double take when he realized why Trip was so fascinated, 'Whoa, wait a second is she even allowed to wear that!? What kind of grandmother lets their granddaughter prance around in such tight, suggestive clothing!' He thought, realizing he was starting to sound like Jam's mom and was openly ogling her in front of everybody. He immediately averted his eyes and went back to his tater tots, half-listening to Trip jabber on about the acid his cousin brought back from Mexico. His thoughts were interrupted when Sherrie started loading the blueberries from her fruit salad onto the part of his tray that wasn't drenched in milk. "Here, have them, I don't really like them anyway." She said, smiling at him secretively as she went back to her own meal. He looked at her, stunned, what was she talking about? She loved blueberries! Blueberry pie was her favorite! Then again, now that he thought about it, blueberries were the only fruit he liked to eat as a child, so maybe that was why she used to eat them? He couldn't believe she had remembered that... When she walked in, he thought she'd be just like every other high maintenance girl when really her personality hadn't really changed. Sure she was softer around the edges and a lot easier on the eyes but she was still the same old Sherrie he knew from their childhood. Though there were a few things that had changed while she was away and he could honestly say he was relieved. Her posture was different, instead of slumping over like a hunchbacked munchkin-and she was a munchkin compared to him- her back was ruler straight, her shoulders squared off. Even the way she ate her food was different! She had once not given a shit about good posture or the fact that the way she slurped her food reminded him of a pig who'd been given a pile of slop. Now she ate her food daintily and carefully, patting her mouth with a napkin when necessary. He was taken aback by the graceful sight, suddenly self-conscious about the messiness of his eating space when he realized he was in the presence of a real lady. If table manners were this natural to her now, then that debutante school must have really beaten the crudeness out of her. He reasoned, wishing he hadn't just imagined her bent over a desk while she was spanked by one of her teachers.
"Oh no, please sir, I promise I'll be good!" She squealed in his fantasy. He cleared his throat and shook his head to clear away the thoughts and tried to think of something that would make his now obvious erection go away. In middle school, Sherrie had been like one of the boys, she ate like them, walked like them, talked like them, even shared the same interests as them. This may have been the reason why she never had any girlfriends, or boyfriends for that matter. The girls in their class usually avoided her as if associating with her would turn them into lesbians and the boys never dated her because her fashion sense made her look like a dude. As of now that was a thing of the past, whereas before people had distanced themselves from her, now they couldn't wait to hang out with her. Lex wanted to laugh out loud at the perplexed faces of the guys on their football team. They were obviously wondering why a girl like Sherrie was sitting with a bunch of stoners.
"So..." Sherrie began, "Did you guys ever get any gigs outside of Lex's basement?" She asked. Everybody was silent after she'd asked the question. "I guess that's a no." She said disappointedly. Trip spoke up,
"Well, we did have this one gig..." He said laughingly before Hawk kicked him underneath the table, glaring at him in an attempt to shut him up. "Ow man, what did you do that for?" He whined, rubbing his leg.
"Because it wasn't really a gig Trip, stop making shit up!" Hawk argued defensively. Sherrie frowned in confusion,
"Huh?" She asked and Lex smiled across the table at Hawk when he realized that Hawk didn't want Sherrie to know that he fainted on stage before they had played a single song. Hawk gave him a look that said,
'Don't you fucking dare!' Sherrie turned to look at Lex,
"What does he mean by 'it wasn't really a gig'?" Lex shrugged, feigning innocence,
"I don't know, we must've been high or something..." He answered nonchalantly, going back to eating his blueberries. Sherrie nodded as if accepting his answer,
"Yeah, I expected as much. So have you guys gotten any better or is Hawk still tone deaf?" She smiled teasingly at him while Jam and Trip tried to control their laughter. Hawk smirked, his eyes lit with animosity as he looked back at Sherrie,
"Fuck you rich girl, I'd like to hear you try and sing something!" He challenged and she smirked back at him,
"Okay then," she leaned forward, "friday after school we'll meet at Lex's house and I'll show you how a lead singer is supposed to sound." Trip and Jam both guffawed loudly at Sherrie's remark.
"Damn Hawk, Cherry burned you good!" Trip shouted, his fists clenched in excitement. Sherrie didn't react to the hated nickname this time, instead she just smiled. Hawk's expression nearly faltered at her confidence, but he smiled back when he realized she was probably bluffing,
"We'll see." Lex watched the exchange silently, noticing that this wasn't like any kind of argument Hawk and Sherrie had had in the past. If anything, Hawk looked like he was enjoying himself. Lex found himself wishing that he was in his friend's position, just inches away from Sherrie's glossy-pink pout. He looked down at his lap, 'Son of a bitch.' He thought when he realized his problem had reasserted itself. Just then the bell rang, signaling that it was time to go to class. He was fucked. He got up and used his history book to cover himself up. The others pushed their trays away and said their goodbyes as they hurried off to class. Sherrie leaned towards him for what he thought was a handshake but what was actually a hug and he ended up embarrassing himself when he accidentally groped her chest. He could have sworn that her face had turned five different shades of red, her eyes wide like saucers.
"Uh, sorry!" He said hurriedly, "I guess I'll see you later!" With that statement he left the cafeteria as quickly as possible.
Seriously guys, I am really nothing like how I write, I'm really a nice person. I would really appreciate constructive criticism if you want to give it...or just straight up praise. But, please no flames about character pairings or the OCs themselves, that isn't really fair criticism. However, if you think my main character is turning into a Mary Sue, please by all means inform me of this! Anyway, please leave me a review if you liked it or you want to suggest something and thank you for reading!