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AN: Thanks so much for the awesome reviews. Well, here's chapter three. Enjoy.
Four good looking boys trudged out of the auditorium. They were hoping that the assembly would last longer so they could waste more class time. Much to their displeasure, the assembly ended ahead of schedule, so they were to proceed to their bell two class. Cam Fisher veered to the left with Chris Plovert; taking the long way to their Government class. They claimed they needed to stop at their lockers, but the real reason was so they could avoid the complaints of their leader, leaving Josh Hotz to deal with him.
Josh lifted off his navy New York Yankees hat, shook his head, and then settled the cap back in its regular position. Removing his hat had created a minor distraction for Derek, who looked at him for a moment, but then continued to badger about what had annoyed him this time. He was so sick of hearing Derek go on and on about how this personality test thing was stupid, and that so many girls would be upset when they didn't get matched up with him. The sad part was that they had just found out about the test about four minutes ago. Derek was his best friend, but come on; talking about how great you and how many girls wants you are gets old. Fast.
"Why should I have to take a stupid test like this?" Derek muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, "I can get a date, like that!" and snapped his fingers. His eyes set on the classroom that was just a few steps away, occasionally drifting to the bodies of the cheerleaders who were gawking at him. He smirked in victory, and waited for Josh to reply.
"I don't know, but you have to take it if you want to go to the dance," Josh reminded him. Josh personally didn't mind having to do the test. Finding someone who shared the same interests as him could be fun; he was sick of getting bunched with Alicia when Massie and Derrick wanted to double. Just because they looked alike didn't mean that they would hit it off, which they didn't. The girl could also try to make her obvious crush on him a little more subtle. Girls- especially ones like Alicia Rivera- falling all over him really gets annoying sometimes.
"The dances aren't even fun. I'm just not even going to take this gay test," Derek decided as he strode into the abnormally cold classroom, taking his usual seat in the back. Defying the school and not taking the quiz would totally up his rep as school 'bad boy.'
"I would strongly suggest that you take it," his best friend commented while following him into the room.
"Why would you say something like that?" Derek was obviously annoyed that Josh hadn't backed him up and agreed on his decision to not take the test. Like most popular people, Derek didn't like being singled out.
"First this is the Winter Formal, and the another reason is that Massie would kill you if you didn't go. She'd be scared it'd kill her reputation or something. I think she'd think that it'd look like you were standing her up even though you weren't her date. Yeah, that was it," Josh rolled his mocha colored eyes; acting like it was blatantly obvious, which it pretty much was. Derek sat down while he processed this information.
"Oh, yeah, forgot about her for a second," he paused, as if weighing the pros and cons, "Whatever, I'll take the stupid quiz," Derek sighed. He got out a green mechanical pencil
and began tapping it on the desk. He started thinking, and then stopped the tapping, when a crooked grin was plastered on his face.
"D, what are you thinking?"
"I might as well give some random chick the dream of getting to attend the dance with me. I hope she just doesn't scream when she finds out," Derek continued smiling. If his ego got any bigger, his head would probably explode. His grin faded when the teacher finally walked in. He could spot her gray, secretary bun and yellow glasses from a mile away. Ms. Conrad wasn't exactly Derek's favorite teacher, or anyone's for that matter.
"Now class," her unusually raspy voice started, "I'm sure you all know that the school is requiring all of the students who would like to be present at this formal occasion to complete an online personality quiz. I have been instructed by your Principal to ask all of you to partake the quiz this bell," she finished and lifted her eyes up to look around, just in case anyone had any questions. She raised a frail arm and pointed to a short, auburn haired kid in the front. "Yes, Karla?"
"Um... uh, never mind," the girl stuttered.
"Okay. Now, in an orderly fashion please come forward and take a laptop. As you can see the web address is up on the board," she was soon stampeded by a mob of teenagers, each searching for a computer. Derek easily glided to the front of the line, thanks to a few girls who allowed him to cut in front of them, and got out a silver HP Pavilion laptop with the number seven on it. He always got number seven; it was his soccer number. He winked at one of the girls who allowed him to cut on the way to the back of the room, which caused her to gasp and begin fanning her face. He chuckled, secretly loving the effect he had on most girls.
Derek reached his desk, powered on the computer, signed on, and typed in the URL.
Name: Derek Harrington
Grade: 10
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and ripped muscles. 5'8". Basically, I'm hot.
Hobbies: Soccer, paintball, video games, girls, and partying.
What is your opinion on popularity? He craned his neck to see what Josh had put, but he couldn't see. Josh was pounding away at the keys quickly, and he had positioned the laptop so Derrick couldn't possibly glimpse at it. Hmm, my opinion on popularity? A few moments passed. Oh! I got it. That's an easy one.
What is your opinion on popularity?: Dude, I am the definition of popularity. If you look up popularity in the dictionary you'll see a picture of me.
Favorite Food: Pizza
Derek sped through all of the questions, and he was overcome with relief when he clicked the send button. A loud noise pealed from his computer, which sounded like wind chimes. The whole class turned to him. Guess he was the first one finished. Before his face could redden, he smacked Josh on the arm, and 'scolded' him. Josh turned at Derek with annoyed eyes, but then returned them to the bright, LCD screen.
Name: Joshua Hotz
Grade: 10
Appearance: 5'9. Brown eyes, darkish brown hair, and tan skin.
Hobbies: Soccer, hanging with friends, rock climbing, and listening to music.
Josh scrolled through his answers one last time; too make sure he answered them all. After confirming that he did, he placed the cursor on the send button and pressed send, but not before turning the volume down on mute. Before ex-ing out, he noticed that the 'code' that Burns had talked about wasn't going to be revealed until the day of the dance. He assumed it was so no one could back out when they found out who their dates were. stifled a chuckle when he noticed Derrick playing some childish game on his computer.
"Ms. Conrad, how come we don't get our code thingies until the night of the dance?"
"Ah, Heather, the school doesn't want anyone refusing to attend if they are unhappy with the turnout of the quiz," Ms. Conrad replied flatly. Heather nodded her head in thanks and went on chatting with Layne.
After putting his laptop away, the bell rang, signaling the class to leave the room and go to lunch. He jammed his books under his arms and followed Derrick out.
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