At the Library, chapter 3
After literally having to sneak out the back door of the building, you walked to the fence that surrounded the football field, and there was a hole in it. You watched as everyone climbed through, and you followed suit. Once through the whole, you walked for a good 15 minutes until you reached the outskirts of town. It was all grassy, and houseless, and there were lots of hills, but you noticed one was a bit taller than the rest, and had several kids sitting on it, clearly just hanging around. "So this is the infamous Tight Wad Hill..."
Amy smirked at you. "Way to state the obvious." You looked at her with faux hurt on your face, and she rolled her eyes. "Not gonna work on me, you know." You laughed a bit.
"Last one there has to suck my dick!" Tre yelled, before turning back to Amy, winking, and then running off, Billie Joe and Mike not far behind him. You chose not to run, as you were being lazy, and Amy fell into step beside you.
"Soo..." She stated. You just looked at her strangely.
"So?" You asked.
"Right, leave it to me to have to say something first." You smiled, and she rolled her eyes. "Right, so you cheerlead, this has been established by that disgustingly preppy group of people you talk to, so care to explain the hanging out with the 'social outcasts' and the 'stoners?" She asked you, not sounding mean, more or less curious.
"Ever have a mom on your case for everything you do, and making your life miserable if you dont do exactly what she wants?" Amy just looked at you, waiting for you to go on. "Well, the thing my mother wants so badly is for me to cheerlead, fuck knows why. And so I do, and it keeps her off my case for the most part. As for why I'm here? Billie Joe asked me to, and from what it seems, I have alot more in common with him than I do with Allie and everyone."
"You like him then?" She asked, smirking.
"Sure, why not?" You then realized what she had meant, and frowned. "No, I don't like him like that. I dont even know him. I'm here, because...well I'm not really sure why, but it's got to be better than sitting around staring at the school lunch meat."
"Suuuuure," she mocked, and you rolled your eyes. You finally made it up the hill, and Billie Joe and Tre were arguing about the fact that he was the last one to the hill.
"Tre dude, the bet was that the last one to the hill had to suck your dick, YOU were the last one to the hill, so that means you have to suck your own!" Mike laughed.
"Yeah, man. You always say how you can suck your own, prove it!" Billie Joe added.
"I CAN suck my own, but technically THEY were here last, so I don't have to!" Tre stated, pointing to you and Amy.
You looked at Amy, an eyebrow raised. "He can...suck...his...own?" She just shrugged.
"He likes to think he can. Now who has the MJ?" She asked, looking at the three boys.
*********Back at school later on*********
You sat in your class, staring at the clock. You could have sworn it was laughing in your face. It seemed that the time just wouldnt go by, and you couldn't concentrate on, well anything. You glared at the clock and muttered something to yourself, before a note went whizzing in front of your face, and landing on your desk. You yelped. The teacher looked at you, and narrowed her eyes. "Fallyn, is there something wrong?" You shook your head, and looked down at the note. Opening it, you read it:
Hey Fallyn,
You okay? You were late to class, and now your acting really weird. I swear, if I didn't know better, I would totally think you were high. But yeah, that's just seriously gross, kinda like that Billie Joe kid. Why WERE you talking to him anyway? Anyway, we decided to move practice up to Study Hall next period, instead of after school today, because I have to go get my manicure.
<3 Allie
You frowned at the words. They seemed to keep switching randomly, making it very hard for you to read. Pouting, you folded the note up, and went back to staring at the clock, which still appeared as though it hadn't changed. You raised your hand, and the teacher looked at you. "Yes, Fallyn?"
"Uh...I forgot." You stated very simply. The teacher frowned at you, and you busted out laughing.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" the teacher asked you.
"I remembered. I think your clock is broken..." You nodded, proud of yourself for remembering.
"Thank you, can I please continue my lesson now?"
"Okie doke." You giggled, just as the bell rang. Wait...hadn't that note said something about cheerleading practice right now? There was no way in hell you could practice, not in that state of mind. You frowned, and stood up, but lost your balance, and ended up sitting right back down. Laughing once again, you got up and headed towards the gym to go and attempt to learn the routine, and then you changed your mind, and turned away, heading the opposite direction. You weren't really sure where you intended to go, but as long as it didn't involve screaming and pom-poms, you were okay with that.
Amy smirked at you. "Way to state the obvious." You looked at her with faux hurt on your face, and she rolled her eyes. "Not gonna work on me, you know." You laughed a bit.
"Last one there has to suck my dick!" Tre yelled, before turning back to Amy, winking, and then running off, Billie Joe and Mike not far behind him. You chose not to run, as you were being lazy, and Amy fell into step beside you.
"Soo..." She stated. You just looked at her strangely.
"So?" You asked.
"Right, leave it to me to have to say something first." You smiled, and she rolled her eyes. "Right, so you cheerlead, this has been established by that disgustingly preppy group of people you talk to, so care to explain the hanging out with the 'social outcasts' and the 'stoners?" She asked you, not sounding mean, more or less curious.
"Ever have a mom on your case for everything you do, and making your life miserable if you dont do exactly what she wants?" Amy just looked at you, waiting for you to go on. "Well, the thing my mother wants so badly is for me to cheerlead, fuck knows why. And so I do, and it keeps her off my case for the most part. As for why I'm here? Billie Joe asked me to, and from what it seems, I have alot more in common with him than I do with Allie and everyone."
"You like him then?" She asked, smirking.
"Sure, why not?" You then realized what she had meant, and frowned. "No, I don't like him like that. I dont even know him. I'm here, because...well I'm not really sure why, but it's got to be better than sitting around staring at the school lunch meat."
"Suuuuure," she mocked, and you rolled your eyes. You finally made it up the hill, and Billie Joe and Tre were arguing about the fact that he was the last one to the hill.
"Tre dude, the bet was that the last one to the hill had to suck your dick, YOU were the last one to the hill, so that means you have to suck your own!" Mike laughed.
"Yeah, man. You always say how you can suck your own, prove it!" Billie Joe added.
"I CAN suck my own, but technically THEY were here last, so I don't have to!" Tre stated, pointing to you and Amy.
You looked at Amy, an eyebrow raised. "He can...suck...his...own?" She just shrugged.
"He likes to think he can. Now who has the MJ?" She asked, looking at the three boys.
*********Back at school later on*********
You sat in your class, staring at the clock. You could have sworn it was laughing in your face. It seemed that the time just wouldnt go by, and you couldn't concentrate on, well anything. You glared at the clock and muttered something to yourself, before a note went whizzing in front of your face, and landing on your desk. You yelped. The teacher looked at you, and narrowed her eyes. "Fallyn, is there something wrong?" You shook your head, and looked down at the note. Opening it, you read it:
Hey Fallyn,
You okay? You were late to class, and now your acting really weird. I swear, if I didn't know better, I would totally think you were high. But yeah, that's just seriously gross, kinda like that Billie Joe kid. Why WERE you talking to him anyway? Anyway, we decided to move practice up to Study Hall next period, instead of after school today, because I have to go get my manicure.
<3 Allie
You frowned at the words. They seemed to keep switching randomly, making it very hard for you to read. Pouting, you folded the note up, and went back to staring at the clock, which still appeared as though it hadn't changed. You raised your hand, and the teacher looked at you. "Yes, Fallyn?"
"Uh...I forgot." You stated very simply. The teacher frowned at you, and you busted out laughing.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" the teacher asked you.
"I remembered. I think your clock is broken..." You nodded, proud of yourself for remembering.
"Thank you, can I please continue my lesson now?"
"Okie doke." You giggled, just as the bell rang. Wait...hadn't that note said something about cheerleading practice right now? There was no way in hell you could practice, not in that state of mind. You frowned, and stood up, but lost your balance, and ended up sitting right back down. Laughing once again, you got up and headed towards the gym to go and attempt to learn the routine, and then you changed your mind, and turned away, heading the opposite direction. You weren't really sure where you intended to go, but as long as it didn't involve screaming and pom-poms, you were okay with that.
