I Dare You..., chapter 2
*Alright, we're going to skip back a couple of months for a short moment. This part is going to take part in May. Billie, Mike, Tre, and Allie are still in their junior year. We're going to be in this month for just a little back, then we'll go back to the present. Half of the stuff that happened in the last part didn't happen at this point. The end-of-the-year sleepover hasn't happened yet. Remember, we're in the month of May.)*
"So guys," Allie said one time at lunch. Lunch is basically the only time they get to see each other during school. "You know what the color guard is, right?"
"The what?" asked Tre with a full mouth of his sandwich or whatever he was eating. I couldn't help but laugh a little at Tre's weirdness. He's so weird, in a good way, and sweet; how could anyone not fall for him?
"Tre, don't talk with your mouth full," Mike said. He seemed a little tense today. "What is the color guard?"
"Well," I started. I turned from facing Mike to Tre. Then I realized Billie had his beautiful emerald green eyes on me; he has the prettiest eyes ever. When he's in the right light, his eyes shimmer and sparkle; it's like they're trying to cast a spell that will make you never turn away or something. I think they do cast a spell because I was getting lost in his eyes. "The color guard are the people who spin the flags in the half time show at football games. I tried out for it on the first three days of May and I made it! I made the team. And I know I'm going to like everyone in there because even at try-outs everyone was making fun of the cheerleaders and those sluts, who used to be my friends, are all cheerleaders."
All the guys didn't seem that interested, but they were really happy that I made it. "Were you ever a cheerleader?" Tre asked with no food in his mouth.
"No." Once Tre said something, I started thinking about it. All of my friends were cheerleaders, but me. Oh well, who cares now. "How often are you busy with your guy's band?"
"We mainly practice on the weekends, but occasionally on some weekdays," replied Billie, looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. Why am I staring at Billie's eyes; I should be staring into Tre's ocean blue eyes.
"That sucks, then you can't come see me in our competitions," I replied a little disappointed.
"When are your competitions?"
"The band and guard have practice on Tuesday and Thursday, football games on Friday, and competitions on Saturday."
"You're going to be a busy girl," Mike said sweetly. He's such a sweetheart. All three of these guys are the best thing to ever happen to me. I don't know what I would ever do if I didn't have these guys.
"Yeah, but I don't start any practice or anything until the summer, so still got a while 'til I start. But you have to come and see at least one of our performances."
"I'm sure we could," said Billie, giving me a wink, causing me to blush a little. Wait a second! I'm into Tre, not Billie. Or am I into Billie?
*Ok, so we're back to the present. It's the summer, all four have become seniors, and school has just started. Billie, Mike, and Tre are busy with their band, while Allie is busy with the marching band. The second Friday of the new school year is Allie's first show; the football season is starting. The color guard has been having their practices and so have the cheerleaders; and what sucks is their at the same time and Allie always seems to run into her old friends. Anyway, it's the first football game of the season. The cheerleaders do their cheers, while the guard gets ready for the half-time show. Allie has a good first show, and all three guys are there to watch her and the game. The guys leave right after the game. The band goes in and out the back door of the school; they are the only one who are back there. Allie was the last one to leave the band room where everyone had to meet before they left. She walked out of the school, carrying her bag, and she was alone, or so she thought.*
"So," said a familiar voice from the dark. Allie jumped; she wasn't expecting anyone to be back here. Rachael and all of the rest of the cheerleaders walked out of the shadows. "Hello, Allie." They all circled around me. I had to face them; I couldn't break away from them if I tried.
"Hey slut."
"What the hell did you call me?" said Rachael, coming closer and pushing me. I barely moved; she wasn't all that strong.
"You heard me whore."
Sydney stepped inside the circle and started to circle me. "We've heard all the shit you've been saying about us." She paused for a moment. "And we don't like it."
At this point I was getting irritated. I decided that I would try to barge through them, and it worked. While walking away, I said "I don't have time for this and I know you don't either."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" one of them asked. I couldn't tell who it was.
I stopped walking and turned toward them. "It means that I should be at home and so should you cause your guys are tired of doing themselves and they want you to spread your legs, like you do every night."
"Oh, you're going to get it now you little bitch!" They all charged at me. I just stood there and took my bag off and when they got close enough, I swung it at them, knocking half of them down. That's when the rest started to beat the living shit out of me. Even though, they were cheerleaders, they were pretty strong. And never underestimate the little sissy slap; they did it to me enough and it just distracted me while one of them cam up and soccer punched me. It knocked me down and that's when they all pilled on me. They punched me, kicked me, bit me, spit on me, and so many more things that hurt like hell. I'm pretty strong, don't think I'm a sissy, but I'm not strong enough to take on 15 people at once, by myself.
After about a 15 minute beating, they decided I had enough. They all left and I was lying on the ground, hardly able to move. I was able to look around to make sure they were all gone; once I was able to do this, I cried for a good amount of time. I was finally able to get the strength to get and go to my car to drive home.
"So guys," Allie said one time at lunch. Lunch is basically the only time they get to see each other during school. "You know what the color guard is, right?"
"The what?" asked Tre with a full mouth of his sandwich or whatever he was eating. I couldn't help but laugh a little at Tre's weirdness. He's so weird, in a good way, and sweet; how could anyone not fall for him?
"Tre, don't talk with your mouth full," Mike said. He seemed a little tense today. "What is the color guard?"
"Well," I started. I turned from facing Mike to Tre. Then I realized Billie had his beautiful emerald green eyes on me; he has the prettiest eyes ever. When he's in the right light, his eyes shimmer and sparkle; it's like they're trying to cast a spell that will make you never turn away or something. I think they do cast a spell because I was getting lost in his eyes. "The color guard are the people who spin the flags in the half time show at football games. I tried out for it on the first three days of May and I made it! I made the team. And I know I'm going to like everyone in there because even at try-outs everyone was making fun of the cheerleaders and those sluts, who used to be my friends, are all cheerleaders."
All the guys didn't seem that interested, but they were really happy that I made it. "Were you ever a cheerleader?" Tre asked with no food in his mouth.
"No." Once Tre said something, I started thinking about it. All of my friends were cheerleaders, but me. Oh well, who cares now. "How often are you busy with your guy's band?"
"We mainly practice on the weekends, but occasionally on some weekdays," replied Billie, looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. Why am I staring at Billie's eyes; I should be staring into Tre's ocean blue eyes.
"That sucks, then you can't come see me in our competitions," I replied a little disappointed.
"When are your competitions?"
"The band and guard have practice on Tuesday and Thursday, football games on Friday, and competitions on Saturday."
"You're going to be a busy girl," Mike said sweetly. He's such a sweetheart. All three of these guys are the best thing to ever happen to me. I don't know what I would ever do if I didn't have these guys.
"Yeah, but I don't start any practice or anything until the summer, so still got a while 'til I start. But you have to come and see at least one of our performances."
"I'm sure we could," said Billie, giving me a wink, causing me to blush a little. Wait a second! I'm into Tre, not Billie. Or am I into Billie?
*Ok, so we're back to the present. It's the summer, all four have become seniors, and school has just started. Billie, Mike, and Tre are busy with their band, while Allie is busy with the marching band. The second Friday of the new school year is Allie's first show; the football season is starting. The color guard has been having their practices and so have the cheerleaders; and what sucks is their at the same time and Allie always seems to run into her old friends. Anyway, it's the first football game of the season. The cheerleaders do their cheers, while the guard gets ready for the half-time show. Allie has a good first show, and all three guys are there to watch her and the game. The guys leave right after the game. The band goes in and out the back door of the school; they are the only one who are back there. Allie was the last one to leave the band room where everyone had to meet before they left. She walked out of the school, carrying her bag, and she was alone, or so she thought.*
"So," said a familiar voice from the dark. Allie jumped; she wasn't expecting anyone to be back here. Rachael and all of the rest of the cheerleaders walked out of the shadows. "Hello, Allie." They all circled around me. I had to face them; I couldn't break away from them if I tried.
"Hey slut."
"What the hell did you call me?" said Rachael, coming closer and pushing me. I barely moved; she wasn't all that strong.
"You heard me whore."
Sydney stepped inside the circle and started to circle me. "We've heard all the shit you've been saying about us." She paused for a moment. "And we don't like it."
At this point I was getting irritated. I decided that I would try to barge through them, and it worked. While walking away, I said "I don't have time for this and I know you don't either."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" one of them asked. I couldn't tell who it was.
I stopped walking and turned toward them. "It means that I should be at home and so should you cause your guys are tired of doing themselves and they want you to spread your legs, like you do every night."
"Oh, you're going to get it now you little bitch!" They all charged at me. I just stood there and took my bag off and when they got close enough, I swung it at them, knocking half of them down. That's when the rest started to beat the living shit out of me. Even though, they were cheerleaders, they were pretty strong. And never underestimate the little sissy slap; they did it to me enough and it just distracted me while one of them cam up and soccer punched me. It knocked me down and that's when they all pilled on me. They punched me, kicked me, bit me, spit on me, and so many more things that hurt like hell. I'm pretty strong, don't think I'm a sissy, but I'm not strong enough to take on 15 people at once, by myself.
After about a 15 minute beating, they decided I had enough. They all left and I was lying on the ground, hardly able to move. I was able to look around to make sure they were all gone; once I was able to do this, I cried for a good amount of time. I was finally able to get the strength to get and go to my car to drive home.
