**Samantha**
I panted, kicking my feet off the ground as I ran my second lap around the football field.
I was in P.E and today coach decided it would be a good idea to make the class run laps. Did I mention I hate Mondays?
"Rusty, PE sucks! Why did I let you talk me into taking this class again?" I shouted up at my best friend that was a few feet ahead of me.
She laugh and then turned to where she was looking at me but still running. She was running backwards.
Damn show-off.
"I made you pick this elective because you are the laziest skinny white girl I know and you need to get a workout." Rusty supplied. She was exaggerating about the skinny girl thing, I mean sure I'm thin but not sickly so. I'm curvy where it counts and thin where it looks good.
"I call bullshit on you Rusty."
"Alright fine. It's cause I didn't want to take this class by myself, happy?" Rusty snapped and stopped running. I grinned and stopped running too.
"Yes. Hey what's going on over there?" I asked pointing in the direction of the cheerleaders, who were all huddled together like hens, watching something on the football field.
"I don't know, let's go ask Melissa." Rusty suggested as we made over to the group.
"Hey Melissa, what's going on?" I asked the blonde Pom-Pom thrower when I reached her. She peered over her shoulder to see who had called her. When she noticed Rusty and I, she focused back on the football field.
"We're watching the new guy. We wanted to see if he would make the team." Melissa mused, pointing her manicured finger at Ren. The head football coach had the guys lines up in five lines preparing them to run what looked like relay suicides.
"You mean Ren?" I asked, watching Ren, Willard, Woody and Derek step up to the front of their lines.
"Yeah, him. He's a hottie, isn't he?" Melissa asked nudging me in the side.
"I know, right? He's cute." Rusty cooed. I rolled my eyes at her.
"You think everyone's cute." I teased.
"I know but he's cute." Rusty countered.
"He isn't bad to look at." I admitted and watched as the boys got into running position. When the coach blew the whistle Ren was the first to take off, easily pulling in front of the other boys. Touching the line, Ren was first to head back to the start line to tag the next person.
"Did you see that? He's good." Cindy, another cheerleader, observed.
"Yeah, he is. I'm going to tell him." I smirked.
"What?" Melissa and Rusty asked too late. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I took a deep breath.
"GOOD JOB REN!" I screamed. I fought back my laugh as not only Ren, but all the football boys turned to look at me. They turned back to Ren all nudging or teasing him. When Ren looked back at me I gave my best smile and winked at him. He laughed and smiled back.
From beside me the cheerleaders were all giggling.
"Sammy, I can't believe you did that!" Rusty exclaimed.
"Why not? I just thought he should know how good of a runner he is." I reasoned with a shit-eating grin on my face.
"In Sammy talk that means, "I think he's hot and I want to flirt with him."" Melissa supplied.
"That too." I acknowledged.
-LUNCH TIME-
"What's for lunch today?" I asked Rusty as we walked into the cafeteria.
"Well, it's Monday, so today's menu is hamburgers, pizza, salads and chicken strips." Rusty said as she got in like for hamburgers.
"Yummy. I'm going to get in a different line. Meet me by the soda machine outside!" I yelled to her then walked away to the line with the chicken and salad. After paying for my lunch I walked outside to the soda machine. When I didn't see Rusty there I assumed she was still inside. So after buying a tea from the machine I started to look for a place to sit. With all the tables taken inside I walked around the corner to check the courtyard. I spotted Willard sitting with Ren, luckily there were two seats open at their table.
"Hey, did you find a place to sit?" Rusty asked coming to my side.
"Yeah, we can sit with my cousin." I said motioning in his direction. Rusty looked at the table I pointed out and smiled.
"Sounds good to me. I get to sit next to my boyfriend and you can sit next you yours." Rusty teased seeing Ren also sitting at Willard's table.
"Just because I flirt with him doesn't mean he's my boyfriend." I argued, as we walked down the stairs into the courtyard and towards Willard's table.
"Yet." Rusty added.
"Yet." I agreed in a whisper just as I set my tray down next to Ren.
"Hey guys." Rusty greeted, bending down to greet her man with a kiss.
"Hey, Willard, what's up with your face? You look like someone ran over your dog." I ask sitting down. Shooting Ren a quick smile I turned back to my cousin who was glaring at the new kid.
"Ren was bullshitting me about a threesome with two Russian girls." Willard said. Curious I turned to look at the boy sitting next to me. Ren was looking down at his plate cutting a piece of his chicken trying to hide the smirk on his face.
I'm going to have to ask him to tell me that story some day.
"Anyway, are we going to the Drive-In next Friday?" Rusty asked.
"You already know I'm going. I wouldn't pass up a chance to dance. What about you cuz? Are you going to finally show us your dance skills?" I told Willard teasing him.
"I'm going." Willard said with a glare. I smirked at him then turned to look Ren, he looked a little confused with the conversation so I decided to clear things up for him.
"Do you dance Ren?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well I was thinking that since this is your first time here in hillbilly hell, why not give you a proper welcome to Bomont? Don't make plans next Friday, because you're going with us to the Drive-in." I told him taking a sip of my sweet tea.
"Oh really? What if I already have plans for Friday?" Ren asked with his brow arched.
"Cancel them. I don't know if you noticed but I'm not really giving you an option here." I said with a wicked smirk tugging at my lips. "I hope you're a good a dancer as you say you are." I added then stood up swinging my back pack on to my shoulder and walking away from the table just as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
