Here is Chapter 7, even though technically its eight. Whatevs. For the readers I have (though I have a doubt that I have many) I'm going to put a poll up in my profile giving me insight on whether my writing is good or not. Please vote, I really want to know how I'm doing.
StrawberryTigress: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Yeah, I liked that line as well. For every comedy, when there's a really tense moment, somebody ruins it with comic relief. I love those parts!
Chapter 7
Bridgette and Geoff, as previously mentioned, were in the pool making out, much to their neighbor's annoyance and disgust.
Bridgette had never met someone as perfect as Geoff before…he was kind, and sweet, and had a very laid back personality. And let's face, this guy could seriously make out! She, no matter whatever faults Geoff had (though she couldn't think of any at the moment), loved him to the end of the earth. She pressed harder into Geoff's face.
Geoff felt the same way towards Bridgette. She's cool, smart, and completely gorgeous…She's the only one I will ever have eyes for…ever! Those girls at those parties that I threw, those are just 'stupid stick figures with poofy lips'. Bridgette's got more then looks, and I won't ever let her go.
As if to contradict Geoff, an odd taste was starting to build up in his mouth. Geoff, stupidly, ignored it and continued to kiss Bridgette. Her lips were so soft, like velvet…and then suddenly the taste got stronger.
Geoff, sighing in is mind, pulled away from Bridgette and smiled before giving a little swallow of the saliva in his mouth.
He gagged instantly and, much to his girlfriends horror, turned ashy white and threw up in the pool.
Bridgette screamed, but her rational surfing mind kicked in, and she started to drag Geoff's shaking body out of the pool water. Katie and Sadie, who were at the pool juice bar, instantly pulled their dangling legs out from the water to escape Geoff's'Technicolor yawn'. Tyler and Justin, who had been swimming in the pool, also joined Katie and Sadie to get out of the water. Meanwhile, the various people surrounding the pool hurried over to the side that Bridgette was swimming towards.
When the female surfer got to the edge, Leshawna and DJ helped pull Geoff out, then dragged him a few feet away from the pool. Bridgette then hoisted herself out of the water and hurried over to her boyfriend. She pushed her way through the crowd that had formed around Geoff, and almost screamed again when she saw Geoff lying there. He was paler then Gwen and his eyes were closed tightly, though Bridgette could barely look at his face for fear of crying. He was convulsing in a very scary manner, and was obviously in extreme pain. Bridgette could see he had goose bumps all over his body, even though it was a warm day, when she crouched down next to him.
"What the hell happened?!" Leshawna asked her blonde friend, but Bridgette didn't answer her. Without taking her eyes off of Geoff, she yelled, "All right! Stand back! He needs air!"
As people shuffled back, Bridgette pushed her wet hair out of her face before examining the shaking Geoff.
She muttered, "Trembling…erratic breathing…pale skin…This looks like…" She tapered off and just stared at his trembling body, as if by staring it could stop his suffering.
Beth, who just joined the group, said "What happenth?! And why isth Geoff's mouth all red?!"
Bridgette snapped back into focus when she heard that and looked, along with the crowd who just noticed that as well, at Geoff's red lips and mouth area. Bridgette's eyes widened and she finally did scream.
Harold's eyes widened as well as he realized what all this meant, "He was poisoned!" The terrible truth was ended by Courtney screaming, "OH MY GOD!"
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Oh Crap!
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Heather?
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Heeeeeeeather?
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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaathhhhhherrrrrrrr?
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Heather?
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Hello?
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Are you awake now?
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I guess not…Crap.
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WAKE UP!
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Jeez you're a heavy sleeper…
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Maybe if I used the symbols…
CRAAASSSSHHhhhhhhh…
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Wow, she's a log when it comes to sleeping…
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Well, this is certainly taking longer then expected…I mean, you'd think I would just end this now…but I guess I'm not exactly the professor when it comes to waking up a bald witchy-poo…and I like to drag things out long…I hope I'm not like that now…Great, Now I'm confusing myself!
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I need to stop saying 'witchy-poo'…sounds really dumb…
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WAIT! I KNOW WHAT TO DO!
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Did that sound a little too 'kid show'-like to anyone else?…Crap, I'm talking to myself again! Anyways…
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Heather?...Justin's here.
Heathers eyes instantly fluttered open, expecting to see a, to say the least, gorgeous model standing in front of her.
She, to say the least, was disappointed.
To say the most…eesh.
Over her fainted head was a pale boy that looked about sixteen, with green eyes that had a covering of matching green glasses, and dark brown hair with a blond streak running down one side of his thin bangs. He had a black shirt with Asian writing on it, with the translation below each word. But Heather only saw that out of the corner of her eye, so she didn't see exactly what the words said. After staring for a few moments at each other, Heather pushed herself off the ground. The guy just stood up and watched silently, his arms put behind his back.
Heather gave him a dirty look as she got up. She was thinking how rude it was that he wasn't helping her to her feet, and was about to snap that at him before he said calmly,
"You would've pushed my hand away or yelled at me wondering who I was. And honestly, after seeing what you've done with the various cast photos strewn about your room, I'm not exactly your biggest fan." He gestured to, as he had said, the pictures of the cast of TDI that were thrown about Heathers room, all of them having some sort of rude or cruel demise drawn on them with red marker.
Heather just stared, however. "H…H…How did…" She started, but was cut off again by the strange stranger in her room.
"Because I know you, Heather. I know," He paused, "well, I can't say I know everything about you, but I do know a lot." He started circling Heather, who was glaring at him and watching him like a shark. But unlike a shark, anyone could see the glint of fear in her eyes.
"I know what you looked like back in junior high…" Heather cringed at this, "I know your little brother Damien puts glue in your conditioner, which, by the way, you should be using more of…" Heather glared harder then ever at her unknown opponent after that last comment, "And I know who you have a crush on here…"
Heather snapped at the last comment. She whirled around to face the guy, who was behind her at the moment, and grabbed his shirt in her fist. He looked unfazed as he was just inches taller then Heather, but that didn't stop the mad bald girl in front of him.
She snarled in his face, "OK, smart guy, you know a lot about me, but anybody could have gotten those first two pieces of information. The third could have been gotten from my brother who obviously watches the show and knows me, so thus he would be able to guess who I liked. But I don't care about that. I want to know who the hell you are!"
Before her captive could answer, a scream was heard from the open window, and Heather turned her head for only a few seconds before turning back to the guy. To her shock, her hands were grabbing empty air.
Heather was startled by the guy's voice saying, "You want my name?" She turned to find him standing in her open doorway. She just nodded, dumbstruck. How did he move so fast?
"Then go down to the pool and find out what was with the scream." He replied nonchalantly. He then starting humming as he walked into the hallway. He hadn't smiled the whole time.
Heather just stared, wondering, and I quote, Who was that?
After several minutes of her stupor, she silently and stupidly walked out of her room and down to the pool area. As she walked down the halls, Heather didn't see hide nor hair of the strange guy in her room.
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Duncan and Courtney were making out on the veranda area, on a surprisingly comfy wicker couch, when Bridgette screamed for the first time. Their heads immediately snapped up, but they didn't move beyond that.
Duncan and Courtney's eyes then met, and they silently conversed about whether they should go see what's going on or continue kissing. While doing this, Duncan gently and slowly rubbed his honeys back with his left hand, and then worked his way up to Courtney's hair. Courtney tried to stop the giggles that were working their way up her throat, but a short snort came out anyways. Courtney blushed, but Duncan just smiled.
In the end, however, romantic moment lost to the worry of why Bridgette was screaming bloody murder. That didn't stop the sighs that were both mental and physical coming from both the Dame and the Outlaw.
They both hurried to the hot tub, where they last saw Bridgette. As they neared the hot tub, they both saw the surfer chick and her boyfriend were no where to be seen.
"Ok…not here…" mumbled Courtney, and looked around. She then saw the crowd surrounding the pool. "Duncan, look! She must be over there!"
Duncan, however, was looking hard at the hot water. He grabbed Courtney's arm and said, "Court…is that Ezekiel down there?" His tone was strained, as if he couldn't get the words out. As if to accent that horrifying question, Bridgette screamed again.
Though she had a bitter grudge against Ezekiel and was severely worried about Bridgette, Courtney quickly ran right up to the side of the hot tub. She pushed away the gathering foam on the surface of the water and saw, much to her horror, the still body of the prairie kid, Ezekiel at the bottom of the tub.
"OH MY GOD!" Courtney screamed, much like her blond friend had moments ago.
You got to love (well, you dont, but I digress) screams that accent scary stuff. You know, like lightning and thunder, or the dramatic music. Or both, I love both. It was Ms White in the Spa with the Trophy! DUN DUN! *KRASSSSHHHH!* SCREAM! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
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