Chapter 17
The perfect guy walked into English class. Well not the perfect guy but the perfect-for-her-plan guy. Even better he was a new student so he was cloaked in mystery. He swaggered into class accompanied by her mother, being the guidance counsellor and all that. He had a thin wiry frame, wore ratty jeans, a Sex Pistols t-shirt with holes in it and one of those porcupine hats that were perhaps in for a millisecond in the early nineties. He was introduced as a transfer from California (even better) and his name Toby Green. He was a throw back and everything that her father despised, he would be perfect.
Julie felt her plan coming together and couldn't contain her glee, a little chuckle sounded out across the classroom. Her mother's gaze whipped to her.
"Julie Taylor, how about you have the honour of escorting Mr Green around Dillon High this week?" Tami suggested. Julie knew her mother was attempted to address her rudeness but this made her plan so much easier to accomplish.
Julie flashed a big grin at Toby and said "sure, I would love to." In the corner of her eye she saw her mother blanch. Tami immediately realised she had done something that she probably shouldn't have but she couldn't figire out why.
After class Julie sauntered up to Toby and introduced herself. "Hey, I'm Julie," she purred, she had decided to lay it on thick. She also placed her hands on his desk and leaned forward. "Wanna take the tour with me?" Toby sat their, eyes slits in his face trying to evaluate the situation. She immediately realised that he was not a dumb ass.
"What's in it for me?" he snarked. He also took the opportunity to peruse her figure, his eyes travelling up and down her body. Yep, he was no Tim. She had no reaction to this guy at all. Tim just had to be in the vicinity to make goose bumps pop up all over her body.
"The pleasure of my company. That should be enough," Julie straightened, turned around and walked to the door ensuring her hips swayed while she moved. She heard a screech of wood against flooring and knew that he took the bait. As they got to the door she paused, waiting for him to catch up. As he stood next to her she linked her arm with his and entered the busy school corridor.
"Where would you like to go first?" she asked him, leaning in to his body and making sure her hair swung across their joined arms. They walked languidly through the maze of students. Eyes drifted towards them when students realised 1) that there was a new student, who didn't look anything like someone from Dillon and 2) the Coach's daughter seemed quite enamoured with him. From his place at his locker, Matt watched with interest. What the hell was going on with her?
"How about the cafeteria, I'm starved," he replied not all that interested in her. He was trying to extricate him arm from hers with not a lot of luck. He wasn't all that strong.
Entering the cafeteria was interesting as many eyes turned toward them also. Julie's blonde hair and bronzed limbs quite a contrast to the black clad guy next to her. Julie knew with certainty that Tim would hear about this before the day was out. They collected their food and sat together smack-bang in the centre of the room. She supposed she should try and make some conversation with him. He wasn't givng her a lot to work with, time to change tact.
"So what are you interested in? What do you do for fun?" she asked. He ate his food not once looking at her.
"Punk," he said through his food. See-food really wasn't her thing. She struggled to contain her look of disgust.
"Okay, well there aren't a lot of bands around. There is a speed metal, Christian band though, they are...alright I suppose," she wasn't all that convincing and he looked at her in horror.
"Nah uh, not my thing at all. What about you?" he seemed momentarily interested.
"Reading, dancing, hanging out. Nothing all that exciting. Movies I guess," she looked at him trying to get a glimpse of any interest.
"Read anything good lately?" Success! His interest had been peaked.
"Well last year we read Moby Dick in class and I thought it was pretty good, you know? The idea that fate can be a tricky thing, I didn't mind it," she was excited just talking about it. Her eyes had started to sparkle and Toby was beginning to see the real Julie not her slut-bag-whore version. He was interested now.
"Melville really isn't my thing, neither were the whales," he responded.
"Finally we're having a conversation. I say something and then you say something" she was moving her hands back and forth between the two of them demonstrating the flow "and wouldn't you know it, we have something in common."
"What?" he asked perplexed.
"We're both anti-whale," she laughed. Toby looked at her blankly and then chuckled.
"So what is really up? Which one is the real you" she looked shocked at his question. She was obviously not good at acting 'cause she hadn't fooled him for a second. She pulled up her tank slightly to cover some of her cleavage.
"The reader," she stated simply.
His head cocked to the side and he said "Oh good, I liked her." Julie was unsure as how to take what he had said. She decided to take it as a compliment. She smiled at him. A smile that turned a few heads and garnered some attention. Including the fullback just entering the room. He turned around immediately, leaving the room, unnoticed by Toby or by Julie who were engrossed in conversation.
Julie shared her next class with Toby and realised they actually had a lot in common. Sure he wore weird clothes, at least for Dillon, but he was an alright guy. He wasn't the dirt bag she wanted to offer up to her father though. Neither her father or Tim had seen her with Toby and her plan was already stalling. That class ended and she moved off to her next one, one she didn't share with Toby. She waved goodbye and proceeded down the hall. There she saw her father, standing cross armed and quite possibly flammable from the fumes exiting his head.
Julie walked up to him "Hey Dad, how's your day been? I can't be long I have class." She smiled up at him.
"Julie-bell, I have heard some things from some people..." he was horrible at subtletly.
"You mean Mom?" she giggled, he really was dense at times.
He shrugged uncomfortably. "Well her and some others. You seem to be helping that boy out," he observed.
"Toby?"
"If by Toby, you mean that weedy little stalker-type then sure, Toby."
"Okay Dad that's being a little unfair. Toby's a perfectly nice guy. He may look a little different but anyone who doesn't wear blue every day looks different to you. I really like him. I think we're going to spend a lot of time together." Coach's eyes crinkled as he tried to work out what was going on. "In fact, I have invited Toby to come over to catch up on some school stuff after school. Okay now I really have to get to class." As she turned and made her way down the hall, her father called out
"How are you going to get home?" He had asked knowing that she no longer had the advantage of a Riggins chauffer service. She spun around nonchalantly.
"Oh don't worry Dad, Toby's going to give me a lift," she paused; he already looked concerned, "on his motorbike." With that she left her spluttering father in the hallway. Coach was close to having a coronary and she couldn't believe how well her plan was going. At least it was going well on the Coach front. Tim had been a no show all day. She sighed. Find the positive? She was making progress and she'd made a new friend. Progress was good.
Author's Note – Well thanks for the suggestions. Most of them were pertaining to different places where Tim and Julie could make out next though lol. Thanks for the laughs. My favourites would be the janitor's closet and an empty classroom, I was leaning toward the library stacks but maybe I could do all three. I am currently lmao.
