Hey guys! Sorry I didn't post this sooner, school started up again and I've been super busy and haven't really had time to work on this. I am only halfway through the next chapter so I have no idea when I'm going to post that but anyway I'll shut up and let you read chappie 4!

Warning: As usual, coarse language, sexual suggestiveness

Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit Rock City, the chapter title was inspired by the band, Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows.

Chapter 4

Stop Reading, Start doing Pushups

'God could you be more of an idiot?' Sherrie thought as she watched Lex practically scramble for the cafeteria door. 'He was reaching for a handshake and you tried to hug him like some clingy girl who just had her first crush!' She was reminded by that one action that she and Lex had stopped hugging each other after grade school. After that, their reasoning was that they had better be dating each other if they were giving each other hugs. She felt so stupid as she walked to gym class, if Hawk and Trip were still immature assholes, what made her think that Lex would be any different? She had wanted to die when she realized that Jam had never told Lex about the letters. Not to mention the fact that she had wanted to wring Jam's neck for the first time in her life. She and Lex hadn't called or written to each other at all in the past two years, her uncle had made sure to cut off any so-called 'detestable' company that she had previously kept. He'd reasoned that if she was to be introduced into high society, it would simply not do to have any lower class leeches clinging onto her reputation. In her opinion, her uncle James was a huge pretentious dick who had control over her grandmother's fortune. The only way she had gotten permission to come back to Cleveland was if she agreed to attend the debutante balls and mingle with the rest of high society once every few months. If she fell back into her old ways she was to be deported back to Massachusetts immediately and she was never to see her friends again or even write to Jam, however minuscule a privilege that was... However, Sherrie felt that if she had been able to call or write to Lex she may have been more adequately prepared to meet him again. She and Lex had been friends practically since birth, if anything, she should feel nothing but safe and comfortable with him. He was like the older brother she'd never had. She used to share everything with him, secrets, crushes, fears, in fact, he was the only person she'd ever told about her crush on Paul Stanley and like any true friend he had kept her secret loyally. Not that it was so much a secret anymore, she thought as she looked down at her Kiss themed backpack, Starchild stapled proudly to the front. But now when she saw Lex she felt nervous and found it hard to control her heartbeat. And damn her newfound propensity to blush! He must have thought she was so lame! She hung her head in shame as she walked into the girls' locker room to prepare for gym class, sighing in annoyance when she realized that she shared her gym class with Lacey Wright. 'Just what I need to make this day better!' She thought sarcastically. Lacey stood in the middle of the locker room, the center of attention as usual. Her perfect body was put on display as she changed into her gym uniform, showing off a slim, tanned body with not an ounce of fat on it. Her brightly colored lingerie included a pushup bra that tried in vain to elevate her from her "flat as a board" status. Sherrie felt nauseated as the girls in their class looked up at her as if she were some sort of deity, envious of her popularity as they hung on every word she spoke. Sherrie rolled her eyes at the sight and went to her newly acquired locker. It was then that Lacey noticed her presence and halted her story.

"Hey look girls, you remember Miss Cherry Pie don't you?" She asked coyly, startling the rest of the girls when they realized whom she was talking about. Sherrie ignored the comment as she changed into her gym clothes, Lacey could run her mouth all she wanted, Sherrie wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing her react. She could hear the girls gossiping about her as they watched her undress.

"That's Sherrie Merle?"

"No way...wasn't Sherrie Merle a skinny burnout girl? That can't be her!"

"Yeah, I thought Sherrie Merle hung out with those pot smoking losers, this girl looks nothing like her!" They argued back and forth until Lacey finally spoke up.

"You're wrong girls, it is her, and she does still hang out with those losers!" She shouted across the room, trying to get Sherrie's attention, "She might look like us, but she can't hide who she really is!" Sherrie braced herself for an onslaught of hateful comments, clenching her hands into fists, a torrent of anger and shame welling up inside of her. She turned around, half-dressed, and was about to reply to Lacey's jab when she was interrupted by an unlikely ally.

"Shut your mouth Lacey Wright! You're just jealous because you weren't good enough to make it onto the cheerleading squad!" Lacey sneered as she looked down her nose at the girl who was standing between her and Sherrie, Sherry Vanhoften. Lacey scoffed at the comment, obviously she had no comebacks for the haughty cheerleader,

"Whatever, class is about to start anyway." She said as she exited the room. Sherry sighed as she turned back to Sherrie whom had a confused look on her face. 'Sherry Vanhoften coming to my rescue? But, she's a cheerleader...' Sherry Vanhoften was nice for a cheerleader, but not nice enough to associate with burnouts. She was head cheerleader for the RFK Beavers and if Sherrie recalled, Lex had had a crush on her since the second grade. The confession hadn't bothered her before when she had thought of him as no more than a brother, but now it made her green with envy. Sherry Vanhoften was a dewey-eyed, angel-faced girl with a bright smile that spotted her apple cheeks with dimples. Her family was well off and they were easily the richest people in Ohio, something which had gained her instant popularity. Though having the same first name, Sherry Vanhoften spelt hers with a 'y'. Sherrie had argued numerous times with Hawk that it would make more sense if she had her loathsome nickname. He had replied with, 'But that Sherry's hot!' which she followed up with a fierce beating from one of her converse shoes. The confusion of her interference didn't go away until Sherry spoke,

"So...Sherrie, I guess our grandparents know each other..." She began.

'Oh, so that's it...' Sherrie thought, 'it's a rich person thing.'

"My grandparents heard from your grandma that you were coming to our school and told me to look out for you. My advice, stay as far away from Lacey Wright as possible." Sherrie nodded,

"Yeah, no shit, but thanks for the help." Sherrie turned back to her locker to finish pulling her hair back, turning back around when she noticed Sherry was still there, "Did you want something?" Sherrie asked. Sherry was smiling at her excitedly,

"I just wanted to ask, do you really know Farrah Fawcett? And if so would you be willing to introduce me?" Sherrie was taken aback by the question, 'Farrah Fawcett?' She thought as she realized that Sherry was a huge fan. Her blonde highlights and feathered hair clearly showed that. Sherrie stumbled over her words as she tried to think of a way to let her down easily. The rumors had gotten way out of hand.

The bell rang just then and Sherry gasped,

"Sorry, I've gotta go! Maybe I'll see you around?" She asked. Sherrie nodded,

"Uh, yeah maybe..." She said before leaning down to tie her white, uniform tennis shoes.'That was weird...' She thought, still perplexed by the encounter.

6 years ago, Sunday School, 1972

Sherrie sat crying in a corner as the kids played around her, she knew she didn't belong here. She belonged out in the sunshine playing baseball, beating the boys at their own game, not sitting around in a frilly pink dress trying to fit animal figurines inside of a toy ark! Mrs. Bruce was teaching their Sunday school class again and like usual, her son, Jeremiah was the center of attention. Sherrie didn't like him, he was a wuss. He knew all of the bible stories by heart and the seniors at their church called him a little angel. In contrast, Sherrie was often described as a little demon. She had trouble sitting still for too long, she pushed other kids around and she didn't have the patience to memorize the stories or the hymns. She had her head in her knees as tears flowed down her cheeks, 'I just wanna go home!' She thought. Her mom wouldn't listen and always made her go. It wasn't fair! Lex's mom didn't make him go to church! She continued to cry until someone tapped her on her shoulder,

"Why are you crying?" The voice asked. She looked up to glare at whoever had disturbed her to come face to face with the fair-haired cherub himself.

"Go away wussy! It's none of your business!" She shouted harshly. He looked a little hurt by the remark,

"But you're sitting over here by yourself, and I'm not a wussy!" He said indignantly.

"So what if I'm sitting by myself? I wanna be alone..." She said sadly.

"Why? Everyone else is having a good time...is this because Mr. Martin called you a devil?" Jeremiah asked. Sherrie scrunched up her face in remembrance,

"That crotchety old man wouldn't know a devil if it bit him in the ass!" She said angrily. Jeremiah started laughing abashedly, covering his mouth with his hands,

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" She shrunk back into the wall in surprise, suddenly a little embarrassed,

"Yes..." She answered, smiling as he laughed harder. She wiped the tears from her face, suddenly forgetting what she was upset about.

"What's your name anyway? I know you've been coming here for a while but I never got the chance to talk to you." He asked. She hesitated before replying,

"Sherrie...my name's Sherrie Merle." Jeremiah took her hand in his, kissing the back of her hand like some kind of fairy tale prince,

"It's a pleasure my lady, Jeremiah Bruce, at your service." He said, reciting a line he'd heard from some movie. She blushed before knocking him over in embarrassment.

"Don't be such a wussy!" She exclaimed as she ran out of the room, her face as red as a tomato.

Jam sat in gym class surrounded by the rest of his peers as he listened to his gym teacher talk about how they were going to join the girls' class for running. It was only the first day and the jocks and guidos had already started giving him shit. Not like being called a pussy was anything new, Trip and Hawk always ragged on him for being the 'wussy sensitive guy', a phrase that was actually coined by Sherrie when they were little kids. He knew she never meant anything by it, she had always been a really guarded person, and her insults were the only way that she knew how to deal with her emotions. He'd had a crush on her when they were kids, mostly because she was so different from the children that his mother socialized him with. Sherrie was crude and rebellious, an alluring and potentially dangerous combination for a boy who'd been told since birth that he was to obey the rules and regulations of society or his soul would be sent straight to Hell. His mother loathed her, and had even gone so far as to say she was the devil's spawn until she met Sherrie's grandmother at a Christian charity function a few months after Sherrie moved away. His mom's attitude about Sherrie changed quickly when her grandmother offered to pay a ludicrous amount of money to their church. It was then that they exchanged addresses and his mother started encouraging him to write to her, saying that she was happy he had at least one friend who was going to make something of herself. He had stared at her in disbelief but instead of arguing, had gotten started on the letters, glad that one of his best friends was no longer lost to him.

The doors to the gym opened then, interrupting his thoughts,

'Speak of the devil.' He thought humorously as Sherrie and the girls' gym class walked into the room. Sherrie had definitely changed over the two years she was away and he couldn't lie, she had filled out nicely. The bright, orange-red gym shorts accentuated her long, shapely legs, the uniform knee-high socks making them seem even longer. Jam seriously questioned the high school P.E. uniform, the girls'-and boys'-shorts left almost nothing to the imagination. If they were any shorter, the only places they'd be appropriate for would be a porno or the red light district. Jam realized he'd been staring when he noticed she was smiling at him awkwardly. She waved to get his attention. He waved back, a little embarrassed. The boys' gym teacher, Coach Wigby suddenly called him out,

"Mr. Bruce, now that you're done making goo-goo eyes at your girlfriend, perhaps you can drop down and give me 20!" He shouted, his frontal vein protruding in anger. The other boys in his class started laughing at him and Sherrie winced, feeling apologetic. "What are you maggots laughing at?" He asked, the question making the boys immediately go silent.

"Uh, 20 what sir?" Jam asked, dazed. The other boys bit their lips and covered their mouths to keep from laughing and to avoid the wrath of their gym teacher, a veteran navy seal.

"20 pushups Bruce! Are you deaf or just stupid!?" Jam dropped to the floor immediately. Sherrie looked at him from across the room,

"Sorry..." She mouthed, her eyes pleading for forgiveness. Jam shook his head before mouthing back,

"It's okay." Coach Wigby pushed him down to the floor with his foot to remind him to start. The other boys counted until he was finished, the girls' class giggling at his sad excuses for pushups. 'Damn, it's only the first day of school and already I'm suffering abject humiliation...' He thought, less than happy as he fell in line with the other boys to start jumping jacks.

It wasn't until the last 30 minutes of class that the boys were able to mingle with the girls for running. Sherrie stayed behind to wait for Jam, knowing he wasn't much of a runner.

"Hey." She greeted when he caught up with her.

"Hey Sherrie." He said, exhausted. She cringed as she remembered what happened earlier.

"Sorry for getting you in trouble by the way." She apologized. He shook his head,

"Really, you don't have to apologize, it's no big deal." He said, gasping for breath as he tugged his yellow shirt away from his sweat drenched body in an attempt to cool off.

"So...Jam..." She said slowly, testing out his new name on her tongue, "what's been happening? Anything exciting happen since I've been gone?" She asked. While it was true that they had been almost like pen pals, Jam wasn't allowed to divulge any information about the band without Sherrie getting into trouble with her uncle. He smiled at her question,

"Well..." He hesitated, should he really tell her that she missed out on a Kiss concert?

"Well what?" She asked, suddenly interested. He smiled sheepishly, feeling guilty,

"We did go to a kick-ass concert a few months ago." He paused for a few moments and her face fell when she realized,

"No way, you guys got to see Kiss!? And in Detroit no less!?" She was beyond jealous as she watched Jam shrug in apology. Being a huge Kiss fan, of course Sherrie had heard about Detroit Rock City, and being the granddaughter of someone in high society, of course she wasn't allowed to go!

"Ugh, you guys suck balls!" She shouted obscenely and Jam laughed at her crudeness, realizing just how much he'd missed it. "Please tell me you guys were able to get backstage!" Jam thought for a moment,

"Well, Lex kind of did, but he wasn't able to meet the band..." Jam elaborated on the story, recounting the road trip that had started out as the worst day of his life.

They were heading back to the locker rooms when he was mostly finished, Sherrie looking disgruntled.

"Dammit," She sighed, "I can't believe I missed all of that! It must have been so awesome to see them live..." She said forlornly, "I give up my left boob to see Paul Stanley sing 'Hold me, Touch me'..." Jam chuckled, giving her a strange look,

"Why just the left one?" Sherrie gave him a deadpanned look,

"Don't you know that most girls' racks are asymmetrical?" Jam's eyes widened and he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably,

"Sorry but I don't think a lot of guys notice that type of thing when they're looking at boobs." She shrugged in agreement,

"That is true, you're the most concerned with whether or not you're gonna get laid! And speaking of getting laid...you and Beth finally shacked up together, congratulations! Although I still can't believe it happened, you look like the type who waits for marriage." She teased. He pretended to be offended,

"Hey, lay off...Cherry!" He said, poking fun at her nickname. She gasped, Jam had never dared to call her that before and she laughed at his bravado,

"You bastard! I see that Hawk has taught you the ways of the asshole!" He chuckled back at her remark,

"Nah, it was Beth that taught me that." He said nonchalantly. Sherrie's eyes went wide at the sexually suggestive comment, a faint blush coming to her cheeks, Jam was bewildered by the sight,

"Jeremiah, you're not supposed to say these things..." She whispered, shocked. Jam laughed at her demeanor.

"I was just kidding!" She smiled, still taken aback by his abnormal behavior.

"Anyhow, I'm glad that you and Beth finally hooked up, your unattainable crush bullshit was getting a little sad, not to mention nauseating." He mumbled to himself,

"You're one to talk..."

"What was that?" He held up his hands in surrender,

"Ah, nothing, it's nothing!" While telling her about their road trip, he had intentionally left out the part about Christine, knowing that it might have riled her up, or worse, crushed her spirits. Lex and Christine were an item now, something that Jam felt Lex needed to tell Sherrie himself. Sherrie and Lex had always been extremely close and Jam suspected that Sherrie held strong feelings for him, but he doubted that she'd ever admit it. He wished to do nothing more than spare her feelings if it was at all possible. The two parted ways when they got to the locker rooms, promising to meet in the morning by the lockers.

'I can't believe I just felt up my best friend...' Lex thought, hanging his head in his hands as he sulked in the back corner of his study hall. 'What the hell is wrong with you man? She wanted a hug, not a handshake!' Sherrie had wanted a hug and he was ready to shake her hand like she was the goddamned governor! He had learned real quick that she wasn't the tomboy from his past, she was a lady...a girl. The notion that Sherrie was a girl had never crossed his mind in the past, she had just been his best friend, his little sister... Now certain parts of his body wanted her to be more than that. He looked down at the bulge in his pants, it had been there for over an hour, and no matter what he did, his thoughts always strayed back to Sherrie. He had never thought of her that way before, in fact he had once been repulsed at the thought, thinking of her like his blood relative. He banged his head down on his desk in distress, wincing at the sudden pain. The study hall teacher looked at him questioningly and he smiled back sheepishly. He sighed as he looked back down at his collection of syllabai, overhearing Hawk and Trip's conversation behind him,

"So, do you think I have a chance with Sherrie man?" Trip asked. Hawk was busy carving his name into the corner of his desk with a small razor blade when he looked up in disbelief, smiling wryly,

"Are you shitting me? She's a fuckin' celebrity now, do you really think she'd look twice at someone like you?" Lex winced at the comment, even for Hawk, that was a little harsh. Trip became angry at the comment,

"Hey man, you're just jealous because now she's hot and you don't have a chance with her because she never liked you in the first place!" Trip whispered indignantly. Hawk smiled arrogantly, unable to help himself as he turned around to face his lanky friend,

"Oh yeah? Then why did she kiss me in biology?" He spat, no longer caring about the threats Sherrie had laid out in detention. Lex's eyes widened at that last statement,

'What!?' he thought as he turned around to face his two friends,

"You're a fucking liar! She did not!" Trip argued, banging his fist down on the desk. Hawk smirked, ready to refute Trip's statement when he was interrupted by Lex,

"What do you mean she kissed you in biology?" Lex asked, he didn't believe him either, Sherrie and Hawk's aversion to one another was so intense, that whenever they were together they always ended up fighting. They usually butted heads like a couple of raging bulls, something that made him seriously doubt that Hawk was telling the truth. Hawk smirked,

"It's exactly what it sounds like." He simply said and Trip shook his head angrily. Lex narrowed his eyes at him, wondering if he'd have to defend Sherrie's reputation from the arrogant burnout,

"She kissed you huh?" Hawk cleared his throat, starting to feel uncomfortable under Lex's penetrating gaze,

"Well, it didn't happen exactly that way, I actually kissed her..."

"You kissed her?" Lex asked and Hawk shrugged, feeling like he was under interrogation. Trip nodded laughing,

"Yeah, and she probably smacked him pretty hard afterwards too..." He said, laughing. Hawk glared back at him,

"Shut the fuck up, Trip! She might have smacked me but I could tell she liked it!" Hawk pouted. Lex and Trip started laughing at him as he turned back around and continued to rigorously carve his name into his desk in an attempt to block the other two out. Lex shook his head and turned back around, it was as he thought, when it came to Sherrie and Hawk, he had nothing to worry about.

Sherrie sighed as she waited out in the parking lot for Carlton, the chauffeur, to show up with the Bentley. Her last class, home economics, had passed without incident. She shared the class with Sherry Vanhoften, whom without missing a beat had volunteered to be her cooking partner. She still obviously thought that Sherrie knew Farrah Fawcett and had gabbed on and on about Farrah's antics in the latest Charlie's Angels episode. Sherrie was unable to get a word in edgewise, let alone explain to the girl that she and the actress had never met. The bell hadn't rung soon enough and Sherrie was out the door faster than the cheerleader could blink.

She kicked a stray pebble into the street as she thought about her day. It could have gone better, that's for sure, but it was still pretty great having all of the popular boys who avoided her in middle school think that they had a chance with her. And on top of that, she finally gave that spoiled diva, Lacey Wright, a piece of her mind. She began to dwell on the less desirable parts of her day and was wondering if this one detention would get her deported when she saw Lex coming her way. Her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly brushed her fingers through her hair and checked her breath for any unpleasantness. She halted in her actions when she realized what she was doing and shook her head.

'What are you doing idiot? This is your best friend remember? Do you really think he cares if your hair is messed up or if you have bad breath?' She cleared her throat as he came closer and she turned to face him, forcing herself to put on a smile. He looked up as she turned around, scratching the back of his neck nervously. She smiled shyly at him,

"Hi Lex." She said. He smiled back at her, his soulful brown eyes gazing at her fondly,

"Hi Sherrie." He replied. An awkward silence settled over them and Lex forgot the reason why he'd come over there in the first place.

"Ahem." Sherrie prompted when he said nothing, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She teased, her eyes full of mischief. He stared listlessly at the playful expression before he was rudely tugged out of his reverie by her knuckles knocking on his forehead, "Hello? Anybody home?" She giggled at his startled expression,

"Oh! Um, so I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier..."

"You wanted to apologize for copping a feel?" She laughed and he flushed crimson red in embarrassment.

"Yeah, about that-"

"It's fine, I forgive you, I know it was an accident." She bit her lips to keep herself from laughing as he sighed in relief. "Now come here." She said, surprising him as she leaned in and hugged him around the waist. He wrapped his long arms around her small form in response, breathing in deeply as he caught a whiff of her perfume,

'Is that jasmine?' he thought, the smell reminding him of the incense candles his mom sometimes burned when she was feeling emotionally distressed.

"I missed you." She whispered into his chest, her arms still tight around him. He gulped when he realized he could feel all of the intimate curves of her body, he had to remind himself that he had a girlfriend and that looking down his best friend's cleavage was inappropriate. He felt himself getting excited again and reluctantly broke the embrace, startling her,

"I missed you too, Sherrie." He said huskily, trying to cover up the reason why he had hurriedly pushed her away. She looked at him with an expression akin to hurt and he felt incredibly guilty. He covered himself with one of his books, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. "So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He said, beginning to walk away when he saw something that looked like disappointment on her face.

"Yeah, I guess..." She replied, looking down at the ground again. He halted in his movements when he noticed how letdown she looked,

'You have a girlfriend, you have a girlfriend, walk away Lexy boy!' His conscience screamed. Yet at that moment, he couldn't even remember what Christine looked like, let alone imagine what she would have thought of him if she was there right now. In fact, he and Christine rarely got chances to go out seeing as they lived in different counties and neither of them owned their own car, it was an affair created on the spur of the moment and Lex was starting to doubt the resilience of such a relationship.

"You are coming back tomorrow right?" He asked hurriedly, suddenly afraid that he might have influenced her decision to return to the east coast. She looked at him in surprise,

"Of course I am." He brightened at the response,

"Good." Her face lit up at the remark, and he stumbled over his words at the sight of her smile, "Well, you know, I haven't seen you in two years and that's like an eternity in friend years!" He winced at the stupidity of his last statement. '"Friend years"?' There was absolutely no blood going to his brain. She laughed at the strange statement,

"Yeah, I guess so!" She looked up at him as if she'd thought of something, "Hey, you know that old burger place where you and I used to hang out after school?" His eyes widened as he remembered,

"Archie's? Yeah of course!" She looked up at him bashfully, uncharacteristic for Sherrie,

"So I was wondering if friday after school..." She paused, afraid of rejection,

"You want to get bottomless fries right?" Lex finished, smiling knowingly. She laughed nervously,

"Well, only if you want to." Lex was taken aback, the old Sherrie would have said something like, "Yeah, and you'd better say yes unless you want my fist to connect with your groin!" This new Sherrie was considerate of others, it was weird to say the least. He felt like he was talking to a girl version of Jam...but it was a good thing. He nodded his head in agreement,

"Of course I want to." She beamed at his response,

"Okay..." Her smile disappeared as she realized something, "Oh and this isn't like a date or anything okay? It's just two friends catching up! Don't make it into anything it's not!" She pointed her finger at him threateningly, her blue eyes glaring back at him beneath a veil of luscious lashes. Yup, that was the Sherrie he knew. She turned back to the street when she noticed her grandmother's Bentley coming up the drive.

"Is this your ride?" Lex asked, sounding impressed. Sherrie was suddenly embarrassed by the extravagance of the vehicle,

"...yeah." she said simply, watching as a young chauffeur about twenty-eight years of age climbed out of the driver's side. Lex looked the young man up and down dubiously, he was a skinny ginger man though older, at the right angle, he looked to be about eighteen. He wore a smart, navy-blue uniform decorated with gold buttons and cufflinks and embroidered in what Lex suspected was thread crafted from the finest gold money could buy. The man's uniform was complete with a cap that reminded Lex of something a military officer would wear. The man smiled courteously at him before crossing to the other side of the car, his shiny, heeled boots making a clicking sound as he opened the second passenger side door and gestured for Sherrie to get in. He tipped his hat,

"Miss Winters, if you would be so kind as to tell your gentleman friend a swift goodbye, your grandmother awaits your presence back at the estate." He said with a slight cockneyed English accent, his eyes silently pleading with her to go along with his request. Sherrie nodded,

"I-I'll be right there." She stuttered, turning back to Lex who was staring at the scene, slack-jawed. She tried to ignore the sight, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then." She said, looking at him expectantly and hoping he wouldn't make fun of the chauffeur or shun her because of the extravagance of the automobile. He nodded slowly, still speechless and unsure of how to process the scene. On one hand, he wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness and the stuffiness of the driver, on the other, he felt like he should bow or kneel in respect as if he were in the presence of goddamn royalty! He suddenly became hyperaware of the class his family resided in as he looked down at what he himself was wearing, a brand new black and white Kiss t-shirt stained with milk and a pair of worn out bellbottom jeans. His shaggy, greasy black hair didn't help matters as he ran his fingers through it self-consciously. He cleared his throat, sincerely hoping that speaking to Sherrie Winters wouldn't get him beheaded, or worse, get Sherrie deported back to Massachusetts.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow Sherrie." He said hesitantly, eyeing the driver. She smiled, satisfied with his response,

"Bye Lex." She said simply as she got into the expensive ride, Lex wondered at the sad look that came over her face. The chauffeur closed the car door and then strode over to him as if he'd realized something,

"You must be Master Lex." He said. Lex narrowed his eyes at the man, cautiously assessing the situation, nobody had ever addressed him as 'master' before,

"Who wants to know?" Lex replied cautiously. The driver laughed, putting his hands up as if defending himself from a cornered tiger,

"I mean no harm, I know you're a good friend of Miss Winters, she's told me about you on more than one occasion and it's refreshing to finally meet you." He extended his hand in greeting, "The name's Carlton, Carlton Hemingsworth the third, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Master Lex." He finished as he shook Lex's hand. The man seemed genuinely happy to meet him, but Lex couldn't fathom why. Especially when said man worked for some of the richest people in America. Compared to Sherrie's family, Lex and his mom were poorer than dirt.

"Yeah, same here, but it's just Lex, no 'master'." He replied, uncomfortable with everything that was happening.

"I apologize sir, it's an old habit."

"...right." Carlton fixed the lapels on his jacket before turning back to the Bentley,

"Well then, I'd better be getting back to the estate, Madame Winters will be quite cross with me if I show up late." The man paused before tipping his hat, "Good day to you sir!" Lex, feeling awkward, and unsure of what to do in this situation, saluted him like an American soldier salutes their commanding officer. He shook his head at the action, feeling ridiculous as he watched the Bentley drive away, the silver fenders glinting in the fading sunlight. Sherrie turned around in her seat and waved at him from the back seat, a melancholy look on her face. He waved back, smiling wryly. He looked up at the sky in resentment, the powers that be had just made him realize how insignificant he was in her life now. Here he was thinking that he actually had a chance with her, when in reality, she was way out of his league.

I sincerely apologize for the Sherry/Sherrie thing. I realize it must have been confusing. I failed to realize that there was already a character called Sherry in the movie. The reason I included her here is because Lex mentioned in the movie that he'd had a crush on her since second grade, insinuating that he had known her since then or even before then. If Lex had known her then I figured Sherrie probably knew her too. I thought it would be strange if Sherrie never came in contact with the head cheerleader, especially if Sherrie was the topic of most conversations. Now that that's done, please leave me a review and tell me what you thought! I'll be awaiting your words with baited breath!