Chapter 7 –The Mislead leading the Mislead.
Tim walked out of the showers, a slightly damp towel firmly attached to his slightly damp body, and into the locker room which smelled strongly of sweat. When he got to his locker, two down from Smash's, Smash was spraying Brute cologne under his armpits in place of deodorant (like any normal person.)
"So you and Garrity, huh?" Tim said casually, putting on deodorant.
"She needs a man." Smash stated. Tim rolled his eyes at this one, the 'I'm a bigger man then you' jab Smash used as a 'diss' him every time was beyond old.
"Right." Tim replied easily, removing the towel and getting dressed.
A second-string tenth grader came through the doors and remarked to Tim, "I hear you're going out with that Lois girl." Inwardly, Tim laughed at the thought. Lois? And... him? Never he liked his balls where they were. Lois and him? It was the general opinion of Dillon High.
So he smiled and said, "Yep, isn't she great?" He put on a shirt, and ran a brush through his hair, for the first time in over a week. Most of the tangles stayed the way they were, but he looked a little better.
After most of the guys drained from the locker room Tim approached Smash, "The bet is over."
Smash laughed, "I don't think so." he smirked, laughing.
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When Tim was walking to class Julie cut in front of him, walking backwards she had a huge grin on her face, "Hey." She was wearing a t-shirt that said - Blonde's do It Better (which agreed with) -and a pair of jeans. Her hair was pulled back from her face. She looked cute, but not just cute. Beautiful.
Don't think like that. You need to end this. You can't hurt her.
"So I hear you and Lois had a good time...?" Julie asked the grin on her face only seeming to grow. The poker face on Tim's grew to a frown.
"We did." he looked away. They were both conveniently brushing past Lois' hasty departure. Was this code?
"Do you think you might want to hang with Lo again sometime soon?" .
He wanted to. He wanted to say yes. But you didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve to get hurt. "Your dad's my coach..." he finally said. Lame excuse, almost as lame as the diss Smash used on you earlier.
Her eyebrows shot up, but she left. He did what he should have. He did the right thing.
Right?
It sure didn't feel like it.
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So, he turned you down. Julie Taylor hadn't ever been turned down by a boy, she was always pursued. Matt tried to win her, and eventually he did. Then Tim asked her out, not the other way around. She'd never been rejected. It hurt.
Matt came up to her in Science, asking her if she wanted to be lab partners. She agreed, she had nobody else anyway. Matt looked like he had something to say, and as they were burning the Magnesium he kept stuttering. Jeez, why was Matt always like that? It wasn't exactly cool.
Why did she like Tim? It would've been better if she just stayed the hell away from him, like her dad would've wanted.
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"Lyla!" Smash called out, one hand up, the other in his pocket. The brunette turned around and smiled at him through big white (Hillary Duff-esque) teeth.
"Hey Smash," she said, her hand still on the lock. She'd be lying if she said she didn't think about him. At night. Her hands automatically turned the dial of the lock. The locker opened, and one of her text books fell out.
Smash picked it up, passing it to her. "So... I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?" Smash asked, why the hell did Lyla make him so nervous? Smash held his breath. He was genuinely shocked when she said,
"I'd love too." And then they set a date (Friday), a time (7:30), and a location (Applebee's). It was easier than he thought, he wondered if she would be? He chuckled to himself.
Author's Note – Big cheers to Lilly for doing more than her fair share of writing over the last couple of days. Aren't you people lucky? Two chapters in 30 minutes.