A/N - Okay, right now, I don't care that I have literally seven hours of homework awaiting me, most of it being late, I need to write a fucking chapter. I'm so sorry for the wait, but I've had like, such a busy week, so much homework. Honors History has like, four essays. Research paper on Galileo. A kajillion flash cards for Spanish. Homework from Honors Science that takes over an hour to do. Oh yeah, I switched homerooms due to me being in Orchestra and the office thought that I skipped school yesterday, when I didn't! My entire family thought I got kidnapped cuz the office called them and told them I was absent. I'm talking aunts and uncles and cousins, and I've mentioned before that my family's huge.
And today, I found my locker to be broken. I couldn't open it cuz the thing that the lock locks on, it wouldn't push up to open my locker. Somebody took something, put gash marks in it and twisted it. I don't know how they did that, but I managed to get it open several minutes later, took me just as long to just close it. I had to whack my lock from the inside. Then I missed my bus. But I got another one to come get me. HORRIBLE WEEK!!
BTW, we didn't break the record L
The crowd cheered as the final quarter ended, Green Oak beating Lakewood 40-28. "Yes, we won! We fucking won!" I cover my ears to block out the sounds of Nicole's squealing. She was way too overly excited. "And we are so going to the after party!"
Whoa, wait, what after party? "I thought that after that fiasco last week, there'd be no more parties."
"Psh, Green Oak's demand of the Grey parties are never ending. They can't just end it like that. So yeah, there's an after party, just no alcohol. Instead, it's a pool party." Nicole goes back to cheering for the win.
"How come I didn't hear any of this?" I ask her. Seriously, I should've known instead of just right now. "Look, I know I was out of it for a couple days, but you could've told me beforehand so I could've at least brought my bathing suit."
"Well, they bought you a new one. From Juicy Couture, actually. They also bought you a cover-up for it, too. I just brought over my pink one-piece." I'm getting sick of these guys buying me things. I didn't want to use them for that. I just wanted us to be like, I don't know, friends? Things would be so much simpler if everyone's feelings were totally platonic. Unfortunately, nothing can go the way I plan, can it?
"I'm happy about the cover-up. How much do I owe them? I can't just let them buy all of that for me." Nicole swats at my shoulder.
"Jenny, knowing that it's Juicy Couture, you should be able to estimate the price. Aren't you a math genius? Besides, you don't owe them anything. This is part of their apology for the.. Accident." She says, putting emphasis on the last word.
"I thought the apology was that song. I mean, they did a pretty awesome job."
"That was half of the apology since both guys hurt you. Just think of it like that. Let's head into the locker room to meet the guys!" She grabs my hand and drags me towards the open doors of the front gym, which led to the locker rooms.
"Wait, it's a guys' locker room! We can't just go in! What if some guys are like, showering or something? Does the phrase 'My poor innocent eyes' mean anything to you?" She knew all about me not being able to stand sights like that. And Shane trying to flash me three weeks ago didn't help it at all.
"That's the fun of it! We'll get to cause a riot, and it'll be hilarious. Then we'll be the talk of the whole school. Okay, I'm just really excited. This night has been awesome so far, and Jason's so sweet, and Nate and Shane did that for you, and we creamed Lakewood, and I really want to have some hardcore fun tonight. So I'm thinking; BOYS' LOCKER ROOM!" She runs inside, heading to that very destination. I run after her, having very little choice to this situation. Besides, I could try stopping her.
"We're already the talk of the school! I mean, freshmen haven't caused this much ruckus, like, ever!" I yell as I try catching up. She ran track last year, and trust me when I say she's fast. Really, really fast. I just have to be slow and physically unfit. I lost my breath within a minute. "Still not a good idea!"
"Come on, Jenny. You have to make up for the loss of drama from the past two days." She walks inside the locker room as I stand there, paralyzed with shock. Hell no am I going in there. I am so not going in there! She walks out with an annoyed expression, grabs my arm, and forcefully drags me inside. I immediately feel steam on my skin once I was fully in there.
"Good thing all the guys are showering. It doesn't smell so bad," Nicole comments as she walks along the lockers, simply looking around. I follow her, scared of being alone. I take my sweatshirt off and drape it over my arm. Man, the steam's making things really hot. I see one guy walk out with a towel around his waist. I pull Nicole with me to hide behind some lockers.
"Okay, we're not spies. Why are we sneaking around?" she asks.
"He was in a fucking towel, man. I don't want any of them to see us!" I angrily whisper.
"But that's the point! We're trying to make up for the loss of drama."
"Didn't people hear about my concussion? And dude, I really don't need anymore drama."
"Nobody found out, we kept our lips sealed about it. School isn't fun without the drama."
"Whatever. We can leave now 'cause I see Jason's almost done." He was changing into a t-shirt and some shorts. Nate and Shane were doing the same thing, too. They were still a bit wet from their showers. I hadn't noticed Nicole leave my side since I was staring off into space. I look around trying to find her, and see that she's laughing at something that Jason said. Nate and Shane were also laughing.
"What's the joke?" I ask when I finally reach them.
"Oh, Jason just made the funniest pirate joke!" Nicole says before laughing again.
"Yeah, it's not even crappy," Shane agrees.
"I would like to sink my anchor into your lagoon," Jason says in a deep pirate voice. I couldn't help it, I double over laughing. That was probably the sickest pirate joke I ever heard, but it was so funny. Everyone else starts laughing again.
"Damn, that was hilarious," I manage to say through my laughs.
"Alrighty, enough with dirty pirate jokes. Let's go home," Nate suggests.
"To the Ferrari!" Shane exclaims as he literally skips out the doors to the parking lot.
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"Wow, Denise, you've really outdone yourself." Nicole and the guys were getting ready for the pool party while I was walking around the pool, staring in awe at the decorations. Denise was cooking burgers and hot dogs on the two grills, and she had a Green Oak Football sign hung up by the entrance. There were chairs and recliners around, and a whole table of munchies and refreshments. She even had balloons.
"So, about one hundred kids are coming, right?" she makes sure as she flips some more burgers. "A lot of kids are fans of the team, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Your sons ARE the stars. Even though Nate's a freshman, he's still on Varsity. I'm not sure if that's ever been done. The other partiers should be here in about twenty minutes."
"I'm so proud of them, really. Oh, please cook the burgers while I get to the hot dogs," she says, handing me her spatula before grabbing some tongs and heading to the other grill. I use the spatula to put fresh patties on the grill as I flipped the other ones. Once they were cooked well, I put them on that silver container next to the grill. This process went on for another five minutes before Nicole and the guys came into the pool area.
"Yum, I'd like my burger well done please!" Nicole squeals as she sits down in a chair.
"Trust me, they're all gonna be well done. After reading the book Peeps by Scott Westerfeld, I'm never letting anyone eat anything medium or medium rare."
"Wow, you're paranoid even when it comes to your meat," Shane jokes. I ignore him as I continue flipping the burgers.
"Why are you cooking them now? They're just gonna get cold," Nicole points out.
"I'll just reheat them on here if anyone wants one," I simply say. I'm only gonna make about forty since most people like hot dogs, and because not a lot of people would want to eat anyways. We have enough beef for about 60, but I'll just wait and see what happens.
Pretty soon, some of the Varsity team members were hanging in the back of the pool wearing some under armor with their swim trunks. I didn't really know their names or anything, so I just went right on with cooking. Denise shoos me away and takes over the grill.
"Hey, Jenny, lemme introduce you to one of my buds," Shane says, dragging me to the only guy wearing a speedo. I try stifling my laugh, and was fortunately successful. When he turns around, I recognize him as the guy making out with that chick on my bus on the first day.
"Hey, I'm Brad," he introduces himself. He awkwardly holds out his hand, and I stiffly shake it. I'm not sure if he knows that I view him as some guy who randomly kisses random chicks. Yup, random. "Yeah, I'm Jenny."
His hand was still tightly gripping mine, and he only lets go when I dig one of my nails sharply into his palm. That always gets guy to let go of you. He scowls at me when Shane goes to attend to some more guests. Looks like the brothers are being more hospitable tonight. Also, making sure nobody sneaks in booze.
"What the hell was that for?" Brad asks me. I have to crane my neck to look at him since he's so tall.
"Sorry, your grip was a tad bit tight," I apologize in my sarcastic voice.
"What's with the attitude, babe?" He didn't just say babe. Oh no he didn't.
"Shut up, dick face." He was a dick face. Seeing the way he publicly made out with that girl, he's probably more of a whore than Shane is.
"Aw, come on, give me a little break here," he says in his arrogant tone.
"Sorry, guys who make out with girls while I'm on their bus kind of turn me off." With that last word, I speed walk into the house.
Shane grabs my shoulder as I pass by and whispers, "The suit's in my room." I nod and go inside. Once I reach Shane's room, I see a shopping bag on his bed. Pulling out the two piece, my face flushes. It was like a white and light blue striped bandeau top with matching string bottoms. I pull out the cover up, and it's just a short white dress, also with a bandeau top. After five minutes, I study my reflection in one of Shane's mirrors. It looks like I've lost some weight due to the concussion. I didn't really eat that much, and when my body stops consuming food for two days, I can lose up to eight pounds. It's a dangerous weight loss, but it's not my fault.
I walk downstairs barefoot and go sit down by Nicole. Her one-piece was semi conservative. "So, what'd you think about it?" she asks. I could sense that she was laughing on the inside.
"God, if Shane picked that out, he's a huge perv," I huff. She laughs and shakes her head.
"We all know he is, but Nate picked all of that, actually. He chose blue because Shane told him it was your favorite color."
"Wow, Nate? That's so, well, unlike him." I'm bewildered that Nate would've picked something that revealing. Like I said, I'm not taking off the cover-up.
"Seems like the innocent dude's got that hormonally charged side!" she jokes. I lightly punch her arm, telling her in our own language to stop it. It was an uncomfortable subject. "Alright, fine, fine."
"Well, I'm gonna go talk to Nate," I tell her as I get up.
"I'll go look for Jason then," she replies.
I find him pretty quickly, and he was talking to this girl that I didn't recognize. It seemed friendly enough, so I wasn't suspicious. He sees me and motions me over to them. The girl looked really nervous.
"Jenny, this is Christie. She's new here, and she's in my science class." I smile as Christie says hi and I shake her hand. Her slightly wavy brunette hair just passed her shoulders, and she had the biggest green eyes that I'd ever seen. I could tell that she was legitimately nice.
"How's Green Oak treating you?" I ask her.
"It's pretty good so far. Some of the guys are strange, but other than that, it's awesome." She give me a small smile. I guess she doesn't smile big.
"Well, if you need to get around anywhere, just look for me since my classes are all over the place."
"I haven't seen you in school this week. It's pretty small, so I guessed that I would've recognized you," she ponders.
"I've been out sick for the past three days, but I'll be back on Monday." I look at Nate in the corner of my eye and see that he's tense. Just mentioning that accident makes him feel guilty.
"Whoo, pool party!" Fauzul jumps in out of nowhere.
"Yeah, let's go eat some hot dogs!" Caroline says with him.
"Uh, bye?" I say to the air after they disappeared.
"That was, uh, weird," Christie stutters.
"The return of Fauzul and Caroline," Nate mutters as he shakes his head. "Get used to it, Christie." Nate and I laugh at Christie's dumbfounded expression, but she soon joins in the laugh, too. We hear a splash and see that Shane, Brad and some other guys were in the pool. They were dragging girls down by their feet.
"Hey, Jenny, let's jump in!" Christie suggests. I stutter, thinking of a response. I can't jump in. The make-up would come off and everyone would see my bruise again.
"Uh, Jenny can't swim for her life," Nate says to her.
"Oh, we can just go in the shallow end then."
"No, I'm still a little bit sick. I think I'll just sit back tonight and eat." I need to avoid moisture at all costs tonight. Sure, other people have seen the bruise, but not everybody. It's better to hide it.
"Aw, well, anyone else to ask?" She seems a little bit lonely. I really wish that I could go swimming with her, I really did.
"My friend Nicole's the other Asian in that pink one-piece. I'm pretty sure you guys will get along just fine." I point her towards Nicole and I watch her walk over. After two minutes of talking and some laughing, they both jump in at the shallow end together, and Jason does, too.
"To make you feel better, I'll stay dry tonight," Nate tries to cheer me up.
"I never said thanks for that song tonight. You and Shane were awesome. Oh yeah, look at what I'm wearing." I motion my hands down my upper body, emphasizing just how promiscuous it looked, even with a cover-up on.
"I simply couldn't resist." He was so cute, I couldn't possibly be mad at him. How'd he manage to act like Shane yet be innocent at the same time?
"Ha ha, anchor, lagoon," I laugh, remembering Jason's joke.
"Man, you're still laughing at that? Oh yeah, guess what?!" he suddenly gets excited.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"We just bought Rock Band 2. And we are so gonna play it right now since you can't swim. Race you upstairs!" he says before running inside.
"No fair!" I yell as I run after him, trying to catch up. I felt like a little kid again. Technically, I was, but it still felt nice. Next thing you know, Nate and I were having a vocals battle singing My Own Worst Enemy by Lit. After the song was over, I beat Nate by twenty thousand points. It was only on Hard, though.
"Man, I just totally whooped your ass."
"The lyrics were weird, okay? I don't sing songs with weird lyrics. Like, sleeping with clothes on. Who doesn't do that? He makes it seem like he sleeps naked or something." Nate was so making up excuses.
"Maybe he does. Some people do that. Don't blame it on the lyrics. Ever tried singing In Bloom by Nirvana? Yeah, that song's the shit."
"Yeah, they called nature a whore." He starts making those tsk tsk sounds.
"We should like, start coming up with ideas for the skit," I remind him. The project and the Geometry one was due really soon.
"Oh shit! I totally forgot about that!" he exclaims.
"We still have some time. I've already done a major part of the PowerPoint, you can do the report, and we'll work on that little play together. I'm thinking of a scene where you kill me."
"Wait, I'll kill you?!"
"I'll dress up as that maid that reminds you of your deceased lover that you hate, and you'll kill me, cook me, then feed me to your current wife." I read that somewhere in a book.
"Please tell me that's fictional." He was starting to become pale.
"Nate, Nero was really that messed up. Just like, grab some plastic knife and stab me, and talk about cooking me to your wife or something. Heck, I'll even dress up as a maid for added effect."
"I know, how about we have a modern twist? I think it'd be best with improv, though." He was right, the skit would be funnier if it was improvised.
"Okay, that sounds good. Just make sure you'll have the maid outfit in school on Monday," I say.
"Hmm, don't worry. I won't have trouble with that," he winks. I grab one of Shane's pillows and throw it at him.
"God, you're turning into Shane!" I tried to sound serious, but I couldn't help but laugh, still.
"Unlike Shane, I'm cute when I'm making those jokes." He was semi right. They were both cute when they joked like that, but I didn't say that. Instead, we went back to playing Rock Band 2 in peace.
A/N - Definitely not long enough for me. You guys deserved so much more. Don't forget about those awards! Please nominate this story, or Jenny. I really don't mean to sound desperate, but if I'm giving up studying time for you guys.. Yeah. I should update Saturday night or Sunday morning/night. I need to read the Question of Hu, Breaking Dawn, and TTYL.
Oh yeah, I'm also considering joining the Reading Olympics that my county's holding. I love reading THAT much, but I'm pretty sure it'll take up a lot of my time if I do join. Ha.
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