A/N: I hope that by the end of this chapter you don't think Sheila's a complete bitch! She's a strong girl, what can I say?! P.S. I nipped a little bit of a conversation from the movie... but only slightly... Because I don't own it! And I know my chapter titles are a bit crazy, but I love them!
CHAPTER 6:
Saggy Tits
(That night)
Entering the cafeteria, Caleb could already sense her presence before he even looked for her.
'Not that I was planning on looking for her… I was just going to see…' He told himself.
He found her sitting at a corner table, cross legged, with Kate, laughing and making huge gestures with her arms, like she were telling a story. It caused a giggle to burst from Kate who dropped her ketchup stained French fry back onto her tray. Pogue, who had his arms wrapped around her waist as she sat in his lap, snatched the fry from the plate and popped it into his mouth, ketchup staining the corner of his lips. Kate leaned down and licked it off.
"Gross!" Sheila said, laughing, and took a sip of her soda.
Caleb approached the table, Sheila's back to him, and raised a finger to his lips when Pogue saw him. The hairs on Sheila's neck prickled and she turned her head slightly in Caleb's direction just as he leaned over her chair, his cheek brushing lightly against hers. He snatched a potato chip from her plate and casually slid into the seat next to her. "You should see them when their drunk."
Surprised, Sheila jumped slightly, choking on her soda. She blushed, wiping the dribble from her chin. "Hey." She smiled. "How's the face?"
He turned his cheek towards her. "Merely a scratch."
She gave him a small smile. "I want to thank you again for helping me." She paused. "And I am sorry that I hit you in the face with my bra..." She attempted to keep a straight face but failed, Pogue and Kate joining in on her laughter. Caleb stuck his tongue out at her. She shrugged. "What?! I told you not to open that box and then next thing I knew Reid is waving one of my bras in the air." She sipped her soda. "I had to save it from his perverted, little clutches and it hitting you in the face is further proof that you should've listened to me." She gave him a sidelong glance and started laughing again.
Pogue took a bite out of his hamburger, chewing thoughtfully. "See, that's why I encourage women not to wear bras."
"Ugh." Sheila said, still laughing. "Yeah, Pogue, I'm sure those old ladies look really hot with their breasts down to their stomachs. You hear that, Kate, no more bras! Ever!"
Kate giggled, her eyes lighting up. "Bra burning!" She pointed at Sheila. "We should do a bra burning!"
Pogue sat back in his chair, blushing. "Ok, ha ha, guys, that's not what I meant..."
Caleb smirked. "Sure it wasn't, Pogue." He lifted an invisible glass. "Ladies, let us toast to saggy tits."
Sheila and Kate raised their styrofoam cups in the air. "To saggy tits!" They said, giggling, in unison.
Pogue was now looking around the cafeteria, trying to complete ignore them, his face a deep shade of red. "Very funny..." He grumbled, sitting up a little as he spotted Reid and Tyler who had just entered the cafeteria, hair wet and jostling each other playfully. He patted Kate's hips. "Babe, get up for a sec. I'm gonna go get TweedleDee and TweedleDumb."
She nodded, sliding off his lap in a graceful movement. "Oh honey, don't be a sore sport just because we finally have one on you." Pogue shrugged, his stony expression breaking when Caleb shimmied at him.
"Oh you like that, don't you?" Caleb licked his finger and used it to circle an area on his shirt where his nipple would be. "You naughty boy..." He blew Pogue a kiss.
Pogue, laughed, shaking his head. "That's messed up, Cay..." That got him another round of laughter from the table. He ran a hand through his chestnut hair as he slowly approached Tyler and Reid, resting a hand on their shoulders. "What's up, fellas?" Reid and Tyler looked at each other, grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats sharing some private, inside joke. Pogue shrugged. "What?"
Tyler shook his head. "Nothing, man, just snuck some practice in at the pool. What's going on with you?"
"The usual. Caleb's here." He pointed at the table in the corner. "Kate and Sheila, too."
Reid smiled, throwing a plate of fried chicken and mashed potatoes onto his tray. "Alright, we'll join you in a minute."
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"Who is that?" Aaron craned his neck around his latest conquest, Keira, for a better look. "Nice..."
Keira turned, looking in the same direction. "Oh..." She rolled her eyes. "That's Sheila. The one the Provost supposedly adopted."
"What do you mean 'supposedly'?"
Keira shrugged away from him, his heavy arm falling from her shoulders. "I say that because she just "supposedly"appeared out of nowhere over the summer and somehow ended up at the Provost's house." She sighed, giving her perfectly manicured nails a nonchalant once over. "Nobody knows where she's from. Where her parents are. Her real last name..."
Aaron nodded, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. "Let's go and find out then, shall we?"
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"Oh look boys, here comes your favorite douche bag..." Kate said, a look of utter disgust on her face. She put on a fake grin. "And look, he brought his little slut puppy with him... How cute..." Everyone turned, inwardly groaning when they saw Aaron and Keira approaching their table.
As always, they looked like they were on a mission.
"Hey Caleb. How was your summer?"
Caleb clenched his hands into fists underneath the table and put on a small smile, looking at her. "Keira." He acknowledged. "It was great, thanks."
Aaron completely ignored the table and, instead, focused his gaze on Sheila. "And who is this?"
Sheila looked at him from under her lashes, trying to suppress a grin. 'What a dork!' She held out her hand. "Sheila." He accepted. "Hi." She didn't hear a single one of his thoughts. She quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow. 'Hmmm...'
Keira watched the exchange, growing furious. "Okay!" She slapped Aaron's hand away from Sheila's. "That's enough, Aaron." She straightened her Argyle sweater with a huff. The Sons and Kate looked at her, snickering. She looked at Sheila. "I'm Keira." Sheila held out her hand and Keira stepped back with an audible 'Ew'.
The table sat in silence for a beat, before Caleb spoke. "What do you want, Aaron?"
Aaron shrugged, still looking at Sheila. "Just wanted to meet the new girl."
Caleb stood. "Well you did-" He waved Aaron off. "-so be on your merry way now."
Aaron held up his hands, defensive. "Whoa, man, what's with the hostility?" He smiled at Sheila and, eyes flashing, she smiled back, taking a long, slow sip of her soda. Aaron watched her lips, mesmerized. "You don't have any claim over her..."
'Nobody does...' Sheila thought, her anger slowly rising.
"Is this seat taken?" Keira asked to no one in particular, but before Kate could kick the chair out from under her, Keira flopped into it, a superior look on her face. She held up her hand, right in Kate's face, to stop her protests. "So anyway-" She said, clearly annoyed. "-how does someone like you go about getting into Spenser Academy?"
Sheila looked at Kate over Keira's shoulder, her look saying 'Is this bitch serious?'. Kate shrugged. Sheila glanced at Keira. "Why? I'm sure you've already made up an assortment of lies as to where I came from..."
Keira tapped her nails leisurely on the tabletop. "The truth never can hurt." She flipped her curly hair over her shoulder. "Well, I mean, you're not rich..." She continued, giving Sheila's wardrobe a once over. "Obviously...So how did you get in? Scholarship? Private funding? Or did you just get out of prison or something? Because you do kind of look like a lowlife, especially hanging around this kind of crowd..." The table's attention was now tuned into their exchange. Eyes staring in disbelief, waiting for something to happen.
Sheila gave her a crocodile grin (a nice, big, dangerous, toothy one). "No, my father died. Just my luck, I guess, but thank you ever so much for bringing that up..." She slowly rolled up the sleeves to her pink sweater, her body temperature rising with her anger. The scar on her left forearm twisted as she moved.
Keira jumped back, disgusted. "Gross!" She pointed a finger at it and everyone looked. "What is that?"
Sheila didn't have to follow her gaze to know what Keira was talking about and her face flushed, annoyed. She held out her arm and waved it threateningly in front of Keira's face. "It's called a scar. Wanna touch it?"
Keira held up her hands, trying to ward Sheila off. "Ew! Get it away from me!" The group snickered and Sheila pulled her arm back, laughing. Keira fixed her ruffled hair, embarrassed. She got up, placing her chair between them, trying to put as much distance between herself and the dreaded scar. Sheila blinked, stretching, unimpressed by the girl's snarky attitude.
"You know my dad's a plastic surgeon. He could fix that for you, if you'd like." Keira paused, sneering. "He's not into doing a lot of charity work, but in extreme cases such as yours, I'm sure he can make an exception..."
Sheila let out a short, biting laugh, feeling her Power brimming just below the surface of her skin. The color of her eyes did not betray her, however, as she took a deep, controlled breath. 'She's brave, this one...'
Caleb spoke up. "I don't know, Keira. I think her body looks pretty good."
Keira rolled her eyes. "You can't be serious?"
He shrugged. "Why not? She looks almost like you-" 'Yeah, sure.' "-only I believe there's a bit more bitch written on your face."
Keira scoffed. "Whatever..."
Sheila listened intently to their exchange, but kept her gaze on Keira as she slowly, almost seductively, uncrossed her legs and unbuttoned her sweater. The boys paid rapt attention as she slid it from her shoulders, the shirt underneath clinging suggestively to the curves of her breasts. The peach colored tops of them peeked above the camisole and Caleb swallowed, averting his gaze. Sheila licked a fingertip and dragged it across her collarbone, her hand descending to her torso, then her thighs, her nails raking her jeans before her elbow came to rest casually on her knee. She leaned forward, her hair falling in her eyes passionately, the movement exposing more of her cleavage.
Sheila wet her lips. "Does this look like an extreme case to you?"
Keira took a few more steps back, stumbling on another chair that Kate 'accidentally' placed behind her. Sheila stood, following her, her movements slow, enticing.
"Well...?" She inquired.
She stepped carefully onto the chair that previously occupied Keira and looked down, towering over her. She fingered the edge of her shirt, biting her bottom lip as she slowly rolled it up her stomach, stopping the ascent just below her breasts. She moved her hands back down to the top of her jeans and teasingly unzipped them.
The whole cafeteria was watching now.
Sheila folded the top of her jeans down, exposing the baby blue cotton of her panties, (which got a loud 'Whoot' from Reid) and spanned a hand slowly across her flat stomach. "How about now, Keira?"
Everyone looked at Keira, waiting for an answer. Her mouth opened and closed slowly, unable to think. "Freak!" She sputtered. "My father should definitely take a look at you! Maybe he can perform a lobotomy!" She laughed at her own joke. Everyone else just stared.
Sheila stepped down from the plastic cafeteria chair and stepped right up to Keira, her face mere inches away. She could feel the other girl's heavy breathing against her neck. "Tell me, Keira, has your dad ever done any procedures on you?"
Keira stepped back. "No!" She placed a hand to her chest, offended. "He doesn't need to."
Sheila cocked her head to the side, eyes flashing. "You mean you've never even considered getting a nose job? I heard everyone does that at least once..."
Keira looked at her, horrified. "I don't have a reason to!"
Sheila looked down, then suddenly cocked her right arm back and punched Keira in the face. The crack of her nose was loud in the silent dining hall and Sheila could almost hear the collective gasp of everyone in it.
Keira stumbled back, surprised, unable to move.
"Look at that." Sheila snatched her sweater from the table, hastily putting it back on. "I just gave you one." She said as she zipped up her jeans. She made a beeline for an exit, any exit, the people in the cafeteria watching her, incredulous.
Caleb caught Sheila's elbow and she pulled it away with a firm shake of her head.
"Don't, Caleb." She ran a hand through her long hair, looking back at Keira, who was screaming and waving her hands in the air, blood pumping over her mouth from her broken nose. "I'll be fine." She sighed. "Just make sure the Princess is okay." Caleb looked at her, his eyes protesting. "For me? Please..." He finally nodded in defeat.
She smiled and grabbed his hand, leaning towards him, her hair tickling his nose. '...beautiful, pink sweater, soft hair, lips, kiss, lips...' He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. It smelled like peaches and Caleb fought the urge to run his hands through it. Her lips fluttered across his cheek, a motion that he barely felt, but made his body stiffen (in more ways than one...) nervously.
Sheila pulled away and gave his hand a light squeeze. '... peaches, taste, lips, sex, kiss...' "Thank you." She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Again..." She released his hand, turning and walked towards the nearest exit.
The whole student body stared as the cafeteria door clanged shut behind her, then they immediately exploded into fervent whispers.
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Chase followed her body with his eyes, the whole episode causing him to crack a devilish grin. 'I like her already...' He stood, pushing his tray of food to the middle of the table, not even bothering to throw it away, and pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket.
He lit it, taking a puff as he strode with blithe unconcern towards the same exit that Sheila went through.
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Sheila sat just outside the doors, breathing hard, angry tears sliding down the gentle slopes of her cheeks. She rested her head on her knees, her back grinding into the brick wall behind her. Her right hand was throbbing, the tips of her knuckles split open. She watched a drop of blood form, then fall to the tiled floor.
More tears fell and she wrapped her arms protectively around herself to stop the shaking. She was upset and, honestly, surprised at Keira and herself. She had never let her Power control her actions before. She mentally slapped herself for the near exposure.
She wiped her face roughly with the sleeves of her sweater and let out a chuckle. "I can't believe I just did that..."
"Everyone lets go once in a while." Sheila jumped, the stranger's voice deep and echoing in the empty hallway. She saw him smile. "I mean you can't bake cookies all day and not sample the raw dough, right?"
A/N: Who is it? Oh, come on! This one's easy! I hope the ending didn't suck as much I thought it did... I don't know what's up with the cookie line so don't ask...! Review please!