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A/N: I feel like I haven't updated this in a while, so I hope some of you are still reading. I know a while is a few days to me, but I'm so used to updating, it's kind of hard to break the habit. Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter, it brings in some possible future drama. Thanks for the past reviews, and please, keep reviews coming! I wanna know what you guys think of it.
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"Hm, split-ends," I mumbled to myself, in me and Connie's dorm. The phone rang, and I threw myself across the bed, falling with a thud. "Hello?" I asked, brushing my hair away from my face.
"Hey," I threw myself onto my back, and grinned. "How's it going?"
"Good, good. When are you guys coming to school?" I asked, a little too eager. So much for being that rock, Gaffney.
"I'm not sure yet, Charlie and Fulton are skating by soon, " He said, before lowering his voice into something quite sexy. "Why? Do you miss me already?"
"Banks, shut up," I said jokingly, which was a dead give away that I did miss him, when I just saw him yesterday.
"Okay, so when I come, you can't laugh at my clothes," He said, sounding totally serious.
"Why? Are you wearing a pink bunny suit or something?" I asked, staring at my nails. Connie said I should color them. Connie's too girly for me.
"No, but there is a reason they call me Preppy," He said, and I gave a laugh.
"You haven't seen the preppies in this school, Banks. I think I'll be fine with your look," I said, and heard a knock on my door. I sat up to see Russ, and signaled that I would come out soon. "Banksie, I gotta go. I'll see you guys when you come."
"Bye pumpkin," He said, and I laughed, before hanging up. He knew it always killed me when he called me that.
Jumping off the bed, and running towards the door, I walked backwards, making it quicker for me to lock it. But of course, I would run right into someone when I got out, "Sorry Russ." I said, before looking up at the face which was clearly not Russ's. He stared at me for a few seconds, before giving me a polite smile. I swear it was Gunnar Stahl from the Iceland game. "Oh, sorry, not Russ." I locked my door, and he seemed to be waiting for me to turn around again. "Uh, hi?"
"Hi, I'm Scooter," He held a hand out to me, and I shook it, to be polite. Truth be told, the kid standing there gave me an eerie feeling.
"Hi, I'm Julie," I replied, leaving us in the engulfing silence again. "Uh, I gotta go meet my friends, I'll see you later, uh… Scooter." What a weird ass name.
I walked down the hallway to find Russ, Ken, Dwayne, and Luis waiting for me. "Hey, why didn't you guys wait for me outside of the dorm? Some weird kid named after a scooter started talking to me." I complained as we walked out into the sun, in the direction of the school auditorium.
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"Luis, that's him!" I whispered to Luis, who was walking behind me, as Russ told Ken and Dwayne to sit in the isle right in front of Scooter, and his posse of red and white.
"Who's he?" Luis asked. Kid never listened to me.
"Scooter, the guy who was talking to me outside of my dorm," I said, agitated at the lost and confused look on his face.
"Scooter? Like that thing you ride on? Why would you name your kid that?" Luis asked, and I shrugged.
"I hope it's a nickname though," I sat down in my seat, knowing Mr. Scoot's eyes were on me.
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"This is gonna be a great year," Luis mumbled to me, as eye lids were falling, and heads were bobbing from the head masters speech. "We probably have teachers who talk like him, and plus we already have drama with Varsity. It's gonna be a great year."
"Calm down, there are hot girls, and that's all you need," I said, and he gave a nod. "See, you'll be fine." I said before voices, extremely familiar, and bodies began to tear the curtain down on stage. Duck heads popped out, with smiles of embarrassment, and I smiled at Banks, whose eyes already found mine. It was like magic. His smile soon faded, looking around at the eruption they had caused; the students laughing, and teachers regretting they gave the "Disruptive Ducks" free scholarships.
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"Why is that guy smiling at you?" Adam asked me, as I smiled politely, in return. Scooter, who seemed to me eyeing me, without realizing the glare Adam, was sending.
"I don't know. He just talked to me when I got out of my dorm. His name is Scooter," I shrugged, and Adam looked down at me, and then looked back at Scooter.
He put his arm around me, and mumbled, "He looks like a girl when he smiles."
I smiled and looked up at him. That's my man. I looked down at his outfit, "Banks. Oh my goodness." I made a face, and he shrugged, giving me an innocent smile.