Hayloft Kids
8: The Girl and the Fury
Cricket took one look at Maggie, squinted, sizing her up. I froze. "You're not even hot!" Cricket screeched, seeing Maggie's barrette and suit. "Those clothes of yours are for sports freaks! What would Johnny wanna do with you? You're a girl; you're not supposed to be an adventure person. You're weird, and I don't like it. Did you hypnotise Johnny or something?"
Maggie and I were still standing a bit close, and I whispered, "Did I mention she's the daughter of the richest farmer in town? She's a bit spoiled."
Maggie scowled at me. "So I noticed. And no, you didn't even give a hint." I knew you didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know Cricket was a brat.
"You don't even know how to kiss right!" yelled Cricket. "You were just standing there! Like fools! Don't you know what the tongue is for, you idiot?" she was stepping closer to Maggie, ad I didn't I like it.
"Speak up, you common farm brat!" it was Maggie now. Uh-oh. She'd ignited. I'd better prepare for a cat fight.
Cricket sniffed. "I'm not even close. I bet you'd be horrible in a dress."
Maggie sneered, "Oh, you want a dress? If you wore one, you'd probably be so fed up with it you'd cut it up to your thongs –"I'd never known Maggie could talk like that! "– just to get all the guys!"
Cricket laughed. "Do you wear thongs, Jet hotshot? I bet you've never even slept with someone!"
"Of course I haven't! Unlike you, I'm not a slu -" that was when Cricket rammed into her and sent her flying. I knew Maggie was a pro fighter and was a little worried it wouldn't be a fair fight. I needn't have worried. A cat fight is very different from a battle between good and evil.
In the next few minutes, I heard names I'd never envy known to exist in the male world. I was still standing shell-shocked. Actually, on the inside, I was smiling. It was oh so nice to have girls fighting over you!
All the commotion drew Noah, Amy, Zak, and Trey to the scene.
"Where's Aunt Louise?" I asked.
"Inside," said Trey.
"What happened?" Zak asked, even though it was obvious.
"Matches and Gasoline met," I replied.
Amy scrunched her nose. "Is that Cricket? That little popular fake?" I nodded.
Noah shook his head.