Cedar Hills High
I strolled into my house. I had an insane giddy feeling. But that giddy feeling was lost when I saw Blade and Dallas sitting on the sea green couch. Dallas gave me a small wave. Blade stood up and sauntered over to me.
"Hello, Scout! Dallas has been waiting here for you all day." Blade said after he gave me a hug.
My godfather resembled Gary Oldman when he played Sirius Black in the Harry Potter movies. Long, untidy black hair. Gruff appearance. But was lovable all the same. Blade opened his heart to anyone who gave him reason too. He was excepting of me being best friends with two boys. He was fine when Fabian slept over. He always broke up the fights between me and Sage.
"Has he?" I said coolly.
Blade nodded and left the room. Dallas stood up now. We stared at each other for a little while. I was still mad at him. But my anger began to falter. If he never gave me a reason to storm off I would never have had a great day with Lance. So I should thank him for making me angry.
"Scout, I'm sorry about today. It's just that you don't act like brainless cheerleaders and that's the kind of girls that usually surround me. Even at home I'm surrounded by brain dead lipstick zombies!" Dallas said.
I let out a laugh that I was trying to suppress. Dallas and I had a certain rule. If one of us was mad at the other then the only way that we were ever going to make up was if we laughed at each other's jokes. It was a great system if I do say so myself. It kept us from breaking up as friends.
"I forgive you." I said and walked toward him.
We hugged each other and sat down on the couch. I plugged in my Play Station 2 and we battled each other in our favorite video game. Dead Or Alive 2: Hardcore. He played as the big muscly, brown haired character and I played as the short, purple haired girl. We fought each other on a snowy mountain.
"Ha! I beat you! Again!" I cheered.
"No way! You cheat!" Dallas yelled back.
This was one topic we always seemed to get on when we played DOA2: Hardcore. Every time I beat him he claims that I cheated. But I never cheat. Well, sometimes. But only when he plays as the busty, orange haired girl in the short blue dress. He knew that she was the best player in the game and that he could beat me with her if my guard was down. That is why I used a special kick that pushed his character away and then my character would shoot purple and red sparks out of her fingers.
Our little debate stopped when Sage walked in. He obviously had just been on a date since he had a fresh hickey on his neck. He smirked at us. Something he normally did. He was under the impression that Dallas and I were much more than best friends. It really annoyed me that he thought I was dating Dallas.
"Well, well, well. Scout, I'm pretty sure Lance wouldn't like you hanging out with other boys." Sage taunted.
I picked up a throw pillow and chucked it at him. He ducked just in time. His grin grew wider.
"Now, now, sister. Aggressiveness is not an attractive quality in girls." Sage teased and walked out of the room.
"Who's Lance?" Asked Dallas.
"Lance Quinn." I said casually.
Dallas's jaw dropped in surprise. Is it really so hard to believe that Lance Quinn hanged out with me? I mean I know he is the most popular boy in my school district but that does not mean he will not be my friend.
"Lance Quinn? The Lance Quinn?!" Dallas asked amazed.
"Just because he's like super mega-popular it doesn't mean he won't be my friend." I said and started the game back up.
Dallas was obviously not paying attention since I beat him with just five easy punches. I could feel his eyes on me. I knew he was still staring at me amazed. I seriously do not get why this is so amazing.
"I can't believe you're friends with Lance Quinn! Do you know what this means?! You can get into all the good parties. Which means I can too!" Dallas cheered.
"It's funny you mention parties because Lance actually invited me to one on friday. He said I could bring you and Fabian." I informed my friend.
His face lit up. Like he was a little kid and I just told him I was taking him to Disney Land. I knew Dallas always wanted to live the party lifestyle. He had told me billions of times. He wanted to have fun and feel free. He wanted to party with cheerleaders and popular kids and not hanging out in my room with Fabian and me. Too bad he is too awkward for parties.
"Scout, can I please, please, please come with you!?!?!" Dallas asked.
"Of course you're coming with me! I can't go to a party by myself. The last party I went to was Mallory Vincent's in the third grade." I said.
Dallas leapt to his feet and hugged me. I struggled to get free from his grasp.
"Geez! Don't kill me!" I exclaimed.
Dallas's grin did not falter one bit. He did some kind of dorky victory dance. I laughed at his attempt of looking cool. Eventually Dallas headed home. I went to bed. I could not stop thinking about Lance. What made him want to hang out with me anyway? Am I that interesting? Is he planning on playing some sick joke on me at the party?
I undressed myself. I got into a nice warm pear of teddy bear pajamas. I snuggled into bed and fell asleep. That night I dreamed of friday night. Dallas, Fabian, and I arrived at the party together. I was dressed in my normal attire. Dark skinny jeans, tee shirt, and my leather jacket. Dallas looked as if he was trying to hard to be cool. Fabian looked normal.
We entered Lance's house to a bunch of puzzled stares. Everyone was either in a football or cheerleading uniform. Then Lance appeared. He was dressed in all black. He was holding a purple guitar. He handed it to me and I totally shredded it. I have never played like that before.
Before I knew it my alarm clock sounded. I sat up right in my bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. It was a bright a shining tuesday morning. I pulled myself out of bed. I examined my appearance in my full length mirror that Blade had bought me right after my parents died and I moved in with him.
My hair stood out in different directions. I had to take a shower to wet it down. I was in luck. Sage had not yet gotten up. I sauntered into the bathroom and took a nice warm shower. I took my sweet time getting dressed.
I let the time drift by in my room. I just kind of stared out the window. Finally Sage was ready to go. I hiked my school bag up and left my room. I met Blade and Sage down stairs. Blade was handing Sage his lunch. Blade handed me my lunch and kissed me on the cheek. Sage and I drove to school together. Actually, he drove. I sat in the passenger's seat and stared out the window.
He never let me put a song I liked on the radio. It was always some new wave, mainstream music that got on my nerves. Today is was Lady Gaga's Born This Way. When we got to school Sage made his way to his girlfriend of the week, Sierra Silverman. I found Dallas and Fabian standing outside the doors talking about Florence. We greeted each other normally.
The school bell rang and all the students headed in. Most of the day passed by like normal. Mrs. Carl made me read my speculative writing paper aloud to the class. I got an A+. Fabian and I got pelted with dodge balls in P.E. Dallas and I almost burned down the chemistry lab. By lunch I was exhausted. Of course Dallas, Fabian and I ate lunch together.
"Today, Florence stared at me for a whole two seconds!" Dallas cheered.
I rolled my eyes at this.
"H-hey Florence!" Dallas shouted.
I looked behind me and there she stood. Florence Quinn. Her blond hair rippled down. Her eyes shined a bit. She made a face like she smelled something bad. Her eyes passed from Fabian. To Dallas. To me. She smirked at me.
"Yes?" She said.
"I-I just w-w-wanted to say hi." Dallas said weakly.
"Hmm. Well, here's a lesson for you. Don't talk to me." She said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
Then it happened. Florence Quinn picked up Fabian's carton of milk and spilled it over my head. The whole cafeteria burst out in laughter. I looked around me. The football players and cheerleaders were laughing the hardest. I looked over at the skateboarders. Sage was holding his stomach while tears of joy spilled down his face. Even the tech nerds were laughing at me.
I looked at Dallas and Fabian. Fabian looked pitiful. Dallas looked guilty. Like it was all his fault. And it was. If he had not said anything to Florence she would have passed by and not noticed me. I stood up and ran out of the cafeteria.
I skipped the rest of my classes that day. I waited until the hallway was entirely empty. Then I trotted out the door. When I got outside I found Dallas and Fabian waiting for me.
"Scout. I'm so sorry that happened. It's all my fault." Dallas said and looked down at his feet.
"I picked up your homework for you." Fabian said and handed me a stack of books.
I took my books and headed home. I had not said one word to wither of them for the rest of the day. I had to get my revenge on Florence. If it was the last thing I did. I will get revenge.