We sat on the branch of an old tree whose shadow casted upon the football field where the jocks were doing their usual sprints and drills. This was the day when Kirby was first placed in to Varsity. He loathed his position as wide receiver and protested by slacking off and lounging around the field rather than the work at hand. He mocked and defied the coach and caused annoyance among the team.
"I can give you a real poundcake!" He threated to the coach as he popped m&ms into his mouth.
"Olsen, damn it! Shut your fucking trap. No food on the field." The coach demanded.
"Ha!." He said. The team members ran passed him as they yelled.
Ted shoved him. "Shut up Kirby. You're fucking annoying get off the field."
"You call yourself a freakin' football player?! You're not even doing anything and you want to be quarterback!" yelled Bo from afar.
"Yeah right." Said Juri.
"Shut up." Kirby irritably mumbled.
The team continued to make fun of him as he spat words back. Ineffective, the team disliked him.
From the tree, "Hey check this out." I aimed the nozzle of the airsoft gun that carried full ammunition of Styrofoam covered plastic pellets. I aimed towards Casey who had his back towards Kirby. His back was my target, chaos was my goal.
Hit.
I quickly aimed towards the quarterback.
Hit.
Casey quickly spun around and snarled in anger.
"Olsen. You freaking' bastard!" Yelled Casey.
Ted rubbed his head as he spun around to face Kirby who was still eating from the large bag of m&ms. "What the hell, man! You think you're so tough, huh?! Well, fuck you!"
The two charged at Kirby as the rest of the team followed.
"Hey-hey! Knock it off boys!" The coach attempted to break the fight up but none of them listened. He then tried pulling the oversized men out of the pile; instead he was violently pushed out of the way.
"I didn't do none'." Kirby whined. The team continued to pummel him. We uncontrollably laughed at Kirby's humiliation. It was perfect.
"Ooh man, that was perfect!" Yelled Gary.
"Hey! You two up there! You're in big trouble, hand in those weapons. Violence like that will put you behind bars!" Yelled Max from bellow us.
"Shit." We mumbled.
"Hey, Eli.." Gary scooted toward the trunk of tree and took his hands out.
"Hand me the gun and I'll tell you when to go down." He said with a chuckle. I handed him the gun. He jumped off the tree and yelled, "Ah, fuck!" from the pain of gravity. He tried muffling the groan as he hid from the oblivious prefect who took no notice of the head boy. He began limping towards the bleachers where a few greasers stood in and began aiming towards the prefect.
"Hey. What-what are you doing here Shorty!" Questioned Peanut.
Hit.
"Hey! To the principle's office!" The prefect pointed towards the Greasers. The adults in this school were clueless.
"Huh? What the hell, we didn't do nothin'? Aw man, you suck Gary! Johnny and I are gettin' you later!" Peanut and the other two Greasers scurried off as the prefect followed.
Gary started running towards me, "Come on down."
He sat against the trunk. I climbed down and sat beside him.
"You're not bad for a girl." He admitted. I didn't answered.
"In fact, you're kinda' cute." He admitted with a smirk.
He threw his arms in the air and continued, " Oh, Bullworth! Home of the female skanks! Featuring, Lola the whore, Mandy the bitch, Beatrice the helpless romantic loser, Eunice the ugly fat ass, and the rest who are just plain weird!" I laughed at his statement.
"The guys aren't that great either." I admitted. He glanced over me with a cocked eyebrow.
"Lesbian." He joked with a chuckle as he turned away.
His glance was imprinted in to mind and caused some sort of eruption in me. It let out something I was content with being confined. The looks in his eyes turned me in to one of those giggly boy-crazy schoolgirls who drools over bad boys. The fluttery feeling in my gut was a mixture of anxiousness and excitement.
I was in denial and unwilling to give in to having feelings for him. I yearned to keep his presence and love was only a disadvantage.