"I'll have a large coffee...decaf, and she'll have a low fat mocha frappe with a squirt of caramel and whipped cream on top." The cashier gave him an appraising look as he handed her a twenty dollar bill and muttered, "Keep the change."
"Okay, so you remembered my coffee order, brought me to some over priced shop, and just left a junkie cashier with a fifteen dollar tip. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a date."
"Who says it isn't?" he asked in such a way, that it brought a smile to her face, just to hear him say the words. He threw her for a loop there, but he came back to his normal self when the bell over the door rang and someone familiar walked in. He grinned from ear to ear and gave the other boy a wave, "Damian, over here!" he called, and he walked over to Lindsay and Cameron's table to see what was up.
"You alone?" Cameron asked suddely.
"Yeah, man. I haven't gotten to know many people yet. Keep in mind I've only been here a day. I haven't had the oppertunity to hit on girls yet." Damian joked.
"That would explain me seeing you in the hallway making out with one of the hottest girls in this school." Lindsay felt her heart sink as Damian and Cameron laughed in sync, "Hey, man, go get your coffee and come sit with us."
Damian dumped his backpack in the seat farthest away from Lindsay and then ran to get in line, "So, how do you know Damian?" she asked in an upset tone.
"Oh, we had biology together fourth period. We got to talking and we decided to petition the school for a soccer team."
"Do you think that'll work?" coming out of her funk quicker than ever she had expected, "I mean, evidently there has to be money in the budget for the Cheerios. They run a tight ship over in that neck of the woods."
"If the rumors are true, I heard Sue Sylvester went senile. Heck, even up in Washington County we heard of her." he joked. The whole awkwardness of the conversation made him almost laugh. He knew he shouldn't have invited Damian to sit in on their "date". Truth is, he probably felt more awkward being there than they did having him.
"Hey guys." Damian greeted, sitting down across from the two of them.
"Oh, yeah, Damian; this is Lindsay. She just transferred here from Carmel."
We both smiled awkwardly and I subconsciously put my hand out for our official introduction, "We've met actually."
"Yeah, sorry about all that before by the way. I really wasn't expecting her to do that. I can't imagine how embarrassing that was. Well, I mean, I can, because I was there, too, but -" she started rambling, and Damian and Cameron exchanged glances, "And I'm sorry I'm rambling." she laughed, finally stopping to take a breath, "I'm just going to go -to the restroom."
Once she was a good distance away, Damian let his "happy mask" drop into one of utter jealousy, "That is one lovely lady you've got there."
"Yeah, I know." he said, staring after her in an almost dream-esc. fashion. He couldn't even fathom by what breech of luck he had managed this. A date with THE prettiest, hottest, most perfect girl at school. He could tell it struck a nerve when he had called Brittney 'one of the prettiest girls'. Little did Lindsay know, Brittney was nothing in comparison.
It has been determined after one day of attempting the feat, that hitch hiking all the way to Washington Heights from Lima was no easy task. Samuel had been walking for nearly two hours by the time somebody finally pulled to the curb and rolled the window down on the passenger side. In the driver's seat was the guy Samuel knew to be the Quarterback of the football team, "Where you headed?" he asked.
"Complex outside Washington." he said in a breezy tone.
"Well, I was just heading toward the mall, but I could go a little further. Hop in." Samuel complied, flinging his guitar into the back of the truck, "So you're one of the new kids?" he nodded quietly. He was okay with some random stranger seeing his living conditions, but for somebody from the school he was going to spend the last two years of his education at, there was absolutely no way to keep this from spreading around the school by second period tomorrow, "Well, I'm Finn. And you're Sam, right?"
"Uh, Samuel, but yeah, that's me."
"I saw your name on the Glee sign-up sheet. I was kind of appointed to stalk the new competition for the club's lead - my girlfriend."
"Crazy chick?" Samuel asked, reclining the seat of the junk heap of a truck that Finn drove, to his liking.
"She has her moments. It used to be a lot worse. There was a lot of drama sophomore year. We all got roughed up a little. For the most part, though, she's the only one that manages to keep her cool. You're definitely going to like it, though. It has mellowed out a lot in two years."
Samuel pulled his dreadlocks back out of his face and into a pony tail of sorts, "I am a little worried about the auditions, though. There were a lot of names on that list before mine. How many new guys are they accepting?"
Finn rolled his eyes, "All of you are going to get in. Basically the audition is just to see how you perform on stage and how much more work you're going to have to do than somebody else."
Samuel nodded, and the rest of the trip there was taken in silence. Finn started to drive a bit slower as he hit a one-lane road that lead to the area's project, "That's it right there." Samuel pointed, in a way that made Finn think that he really didn't want to get out of the car, but he felt like he had too.
Finn didn't want to let the new kid go at a place he wasn't sure he was going to be safe, no matter how little he knew the guy. The little shack-like thing with slanted walls and a caving roofy didn't look like the most ideal place to leave Samuel, "Are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?"
"This is my house." he groaned in a melancholy tone as a man in a wife beater, a buldge of a belly, a bottle of liquor in one hand and a smoke in the other, wobbled out of the house and toward the car, "You might want to get out of here. He will throw that thing at your truck." he added, referring to the bottle of whiskey in the unshaven man's hand, "Good ole Dad." he chuckled in a sarcastic way, "I'll see you tomorrow, Man." he whispered, slamming the door to the truck, leaving Finn in shock, as he back-tracked all the way down the narrow road and toward the high way.