WOW. I REALLY DO NEED TO WORK ON MY TIMEKEEPING SKILLS.
KAY, LAST CHAPTER. FOR A WHILE. I THINK. DON'T HOLD ME TO THAT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I CAN'T KEEP PROMISES ON WHEN THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT.
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Saturday, September 11, 2038
12:35 P.M.
OCD
Basketball Courts
Brooklyn ran and jumped into a group hug of her bestest friends.
"We won!" she screamed.
They congratulated her on an the awesome game-winning-basket and she smiled a hundred-watt-smile.
Her best friends were her life.
Abby Barton, though she hated sports, was at Brooklyn's game to support her. The five foot four blonde green eyed beauty whipped her phone out and quickly blasted 'Low'
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the floor
Next thing you know
Shawty got…
"LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW!" they shouted, smiling and being carefree.
They finished the dance, clutching their jeans and pointing at their feet, twisting and spinning and crouching down. Boys whoop-ed when they turned and leaned forward, smacking their butts.
Abby replayed the song and the B-OCD Signals quickly joined in, dancing around.
The guys stood there, grinning and filming the once-in-a-lifetime dance.
"So. Hot." Jacob Zador grinned and leaned back on the wall.
"Dude! I know!" his buddy, Jamie Kang smacked his arm.
Brooklyn wiped her forehead and walked towards the water cooler, laughing.
Jamie pushed Jacob toward her. "Talk to her, man!"
He frowned, eyes wide. "Nu uh!"
Jamie gave him another shove and Jacob smashed right into her. The plastic cup flew out of her hands, drenching the floor in water.
"Oops!" he apologized. "I'm sorry!"
"It's okay," she laughed. "I'm Brooklyn."
"Yeah, I know."
Jamie rolled his eyes at his best friend and elbowed him in the back.
"I mean, uh, I'm Jamie."
She rolled her eyes happily. "Yeah, I know. I mean, uh…" she mimicked.
He pushed her lightly. "Oh, shut up."
They both laughed and Jamie smiled.
"Job well done," he congratulated himself.
Then he jumped into the group of girls dancing and whooped with delight.
Shawn Ty grabbed his hands and danced with him, spinning and twirling. Her platinum hair wiped a boy across the face and she didn't apologize. She blinked her purple-eyes (courtesy of Tinsley Carmichael Color Contacts) and then pushed him away, reaching for her crush Sean instead. The tan swimmer picked her up and spun her in the air. He caught her effortlessly (must be thanks to those toned arms and six pack!) and swung her up to sit on his shoulders.
Jamie frowned and then turned to Katey White, who's large boobs were shimming with the rest of her body. Her platinum blonde hair fanned out and he caught her by the shoulders. She twirled around, uncaring that her crush Chase Long was staring straight at her. She may like him, yes, but that doesn't mean she can't have fun with other guys while he plucked up courage to ask her out! Jamie reached to pick her up, but Chase stood between them suddenly and was dancing with the gorgeous beauty.
Jamie stomped his foot in frustration when Abby Barton grabbed him. She was dancing with both him and her boyfriend, Noah. Noah grimaced at the new boy and begun dancing even harder to impress his girl.
"Whatever," Jamie stated, walking away.
That's when he spotted her.
Gorgeous. Amazing.
Her tan skin was standing out amongst a gang of pale boys and she beckoned him over with a cocked finger. Her nails were Frenched but with navy blue instead of a pale pink. She was barefoot, and he noticed her toenails painted the same way. A navy sailors outfit, adapted to a dress hung tightly to her body. She wore a navy beret on her head and silver bangles adorned her arms. On her neck hung silver dog tags, which slammed into her body every time she twisted.
Jamie walked over confidently and stepped inside the circle. Her eyes (navy blue, of course, and he couldn't help wondering if they were that way with contacts) scanned him over quickly and she smiled.
His tight Diesel jeans moved perfectly with his legs, and an old belt buckle from the 90s Nintendo gleamed. He wore a long sleeved white tee, which flexed with his arms. His black hair shook slightly when Jamie danced, and his dark brown eyes (so dark they almost looked black) smiled.
She grabbed his arms and they moved quickly and fast to the new song, and the now slinking away boys glared at them.
"So what's your number," Jacob asked her when the dancing started to wind down and they could speak without yelling.
"718-738-9724"
He tapped it in lightly, grinning when he pressed "Enter."
"Thanks!"
He looked up to see her being pulled away.
"Sorry!" she frowned. "Guess my friends want to celebrate. Text me later!"
Jamie approached when he saw his friend looking down.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nuttin. Who was Ms. Sailor over there?"
"That's K."
"K… what?"
"I don't know. She just told me to call her K. But look!" he cried, flaunting his phone in his buddies face. "I got the number!"
"I bet it's fake."
"Nu uh!"
Jacob dialed in the number in his phone and pressed send.
Rinng..
"Hello." Jamie's face lit up. "This is not the person you were trying to call. This is the Rejection Hotline."
Jacob burst out laughing.
"Dude, she so dogged you."
"Oh shut up!" he punched the Zador kid in the shoulder and red-faced, walked away.