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It is Tuesday now. I didn’t want to talk about Monday because I don’t have to, and absolutely nothing of interest happened! I have now written a week of my life down here. Did you notice this is like a journal kind of…a diary in girl terms…ooooooo you’re reading my diarrryyyy!!! Then again it might be like a story…
Anyway, Monday passed by with bleak boringness which led to an equally bleak boring afternoon alone. Bleakly. So I continue on with my tale starting on TUESDAY! Yay! Okay, now the first thing that happened on Tuesday… get ready for it, I woke up. Yes indeed, I climbed right on out of my bed and trudged tiredly towards the cleansing unit, also known as the shower. Upon completion of my private shower time, I retreated back to my room to partake in the menial task of getting dressed. I decided to wear my new pants with one of my older shirts that I hardly ever wore. In fact, it still had the price tag on it that I had to remove. When I had finished that great endeavor, I moved on to satisfying my need for sustenance with a nice juicy apple.
Now that I was clean, clothed, and fed, I moved on to the next delightful part of my day, going to Sarah’s house! Yeah, I bet by now you can tell that I had a sneaky suspicion that today was going to be a boring day filled with meaningless paragraphs about menial tasks that have no relevance to the actual story, BUT YOU’RE WRONG! Oh today was interesting… I’ll tell you! It all started as I was standing at my locker, pleasantly invisible. Well I didn’t really think I was invisible, but Sarah and my other friends didn’t appear to notice I was within earshot of their conversation.
“What do you think of Greg and V?” That would be Sarah, my so called best friend talking about me and Greg when she thought I couldn’t hear her. Oh, but I could.
“Greg totally has feelings for Preston, but he is hiding them ‘cause he is stupid and scared.” Not that I didn’t love to hear those first few words, but that was Stacy for you, she was very blunt.
“You can tell that Greg has feelings for Preston because of the way he watches Preston so intently when he talks and the way he laughs at all of his jokes. Greg doesn’t love Victoria anymore and he doesn’t want to be around her, but he stays attached to her in order to protect himself from what he doesn’t know and the thinks he is afraid of.”
I stood stock still. That was the most I had ever heard Molly say in my entire life. And not only that, but what she said was shell shocking. Could Greg really like me that much? Could he really want to leave Victoria? What if he didn’t…love me? What if he liked someone else and I was only his so called best friend? Then I would be extremely disappointed.
I quietly closed my locker door and walked down the hall, not really noticing anything in particular. I definitely didn’t notice that I was about to walk into the biggest football player in the school. Trust me when I tell you that the last person to walk into this guy ended up in the hospital. Thankfully some kind person grabbed my sleeve and pulled me out of the brute’s path. I blinked as I ended up leaning against the person’s chest being held up mostly by the hand that was now wrapped around my arm.
“Watch it, Pres! I don’t want to have to drive you to the hospital again.” I gulped and looked up to see Greg’s face mere inches from my own.
“GREG!” I attempted to pull away and stand up, but of course, with my amazing coordination, I only ended up throwing my books across the hall and sliding down so Greg really was supporting me by my arm.
“Whoa, Pres, watch it! You really want to fall, don’t you?” He pulled me up so I am safely on two feet then he dropped down to pick up the books I had thrown across the hallway. I blinked as he stood up holding my books out to me.
“Come on, Pres; you can walk to gym with me.” He flashed that amazing smile and I felt my face warm up. I nodded briefly, grabbing my books before I started to follow him down the hallway towards the gym.
What if Molly was right? What if he really did like me? I mean how else would one of the best soccer players in the entire school want to walk with me to gym? It’s not like I’m cool, in fact I am probably one of the most invisible people around. Well, maybe not… I do tend to get picked on a lot.
Anyway, back to the event at hand: me walking with Greg to the gym.
“They have opened the indoor pool. We get to start the swimming session today.” I blinked sadly as I am suddenly made aware of the fact that I would have to swim in front of people…in front of Greg. In front of people who saw that picture of me…In front of GREG! I sighed as we reached the door and he pushed it open, letting me walk in first. I made a beeline for the changing room and to my gym locker.
Once I was at my own tiny square of lockerdom, I threw my stuff down and opened the lock as fast as I possibly could. My clothes stared at me and I smiled. My locker was the only one that didn’t smell like some kind of dying creature. That was because I placed a lovely little air freshener in it. That is odd, I know…and definitely gay, whatever. At least I smell good.
I grabbed my clothes and ran for the toilet stalls to change and hide. The locker room is my least favorite place in the school. You know why? Because I may ‘love’ Greg and think he and his body are both perfect in every single way, but there are a lot of other guys in the locker room that aren’t half bad to look at.
I changed and waited a few more minutes before going out and back to my locker to secure my position. Before you ask, I did remember to put on the regulation swimming trunks instead of my gym shorts.
That is another thing I don’t like about my school; instead of having normal swim trunks, they have those odd ones that go halfway down your thighs and are skin tight. They leave very little to imagination. Not so great.
Anyway I followed the rest of my class to the hallway that leads to our indoor swimming pool, or my personal torture chamber, which ever you wish to call it. So we finally get there and the gym teacher says that today we are just going to let ourselves get ‘reacquainted with the pool’ meaning he was too lazy to make us do drills and we had a free swim. Fun.
This ‘free swim’ was what led me to be standing on the edge of the pool at the deep end, looking down longingly at the water, just wishing I could jump in. Did I tell you I was wearing my shirt still? No? Really, well I was because I don’t like being topless in the slightest! Anyway, so I was looking at the pool when I glanced around and saw Greg standing near the deep end finishing a swim. He walked over to some of his friends and they started to joke around.
God, Greg was amazing; he looked extremely hot with the water dripping from his hair down his body and over his perfectly sculpted muscles. I was turning red and I knew it, but thankfully I was unpleasantly distracted from my daydreams of Greg and me in the pool…alone…without the swim trunks.
“Hey, Fieldings! Don’t fall in!” I glared over at the stupid jock that seemed to think he was being funny. Well of course he thought he was being funny, anything with only one brain cell would think humiliating me in front of the entire gym class (and Greg) was funny.
“Shut up…I was only falling because someone ran past me and I slipped.” The jocks laughed at me again.
“Righhhht, you keep telling yourself that. I bet it helps you sleep at night.”
“Hey, leave him alone!” I glanced over and saw Greg starting to walk towards us, and I smiled at him, my own knight in shining armor. Well, no, I guess not; my knight in glistening perfect muscles? I think that works better in this situation; or maybe my knight in swim trunks. Either way, he was coming over to defend me.
“Make us!” I blinked as I felt two hands push against my chest, sending me straight for the water. I managed to hear Greg scream my name before I was engulfed in the water.
The annoying thing about being pushed in the water is that you never really expect it. So your mouth is always open in shock and it always gets filled with water. And when you finally manage to make it to the surface again you’re sputtering water and splashing around like a 3 year old who lost his wingy. This is exactly what happened to me and when I came up from under the surface, I was greeted by shouting.
My face burned red as I swam over to the edge of the pool. I looked up and saw Greg standing over the boy who pushed me and unless I am mistaken, he looked exactly like someone who had just punched said boy lying on the ground. The jerk on the ground’s nose was bleeding. When Greg heard me splashing in the water he glanced over before dashing to the side of the pool and bending over to help me out.
“You okay, Pres?” I blinked and looked at him as I coughed and looked exceedingly miserable with water dripping from every inch of my body.
“I’m okay…did you really just punch him?” I looked around him to the now sitting boy who was glaring venomously at the both of us.
Greg turned and looked at him too. “Uh…yeah I guess I did…I was just pissed at him I probably should have jumped in the pool and gotten you out first…”I blinked and then stared at him.
“Um, it’s okay I am just fine with you punching him in the face instead.” He smiled and I blushed again.
“Yeah okay, come on; we can go back into the locker room and you can dry off before the gym teacher shows up and finds out what happened.” I nodded and followed him out of the pool area, glancing back to see the wounded boy’s two friends helping him off the floor, much to his displeasure and I couldn’t help but smile. I mean it’s not every day that the guy you have a crush on punches a kid who pushes you into a pool.
I realized soon after that we were going to be in the locker room alone. That was a particularly scary thought for me because…I really don’t know but I was just scared. Once we got into the locker room, Greg wandered off and found a towel. He came over and threw it on my head.
“There you go, Pres.” I peeked out from under the fuzzy towel, saw his ever-smiling face, and pushed the towel down so it was covering my face again.
“Thank you, Greg…you’re … a really good friend.” I still had the towel covering my face but I felt him get closer and slowly lift the corner up so he could see my red face. When I glanced up at him he had on a different smile; a gentle one that was hiding all his secrets just beyond my grasp.
“You don’t have to thank me, Pres… I really like you.” I blushed even more and I could feel my ears starting to burn. So I grabbed the towel letting it drop into my face again and began to dry my hair vigorously.
We stayed in the locker room until the end of gym and when it was finally over, we ended up walking with each other to lunch again.
I looked at Greg and began to speak. “Are you buying lunch? Maybe we can wait in line to-”
“GREG! Baby, I missed you. We haven’t gotten to hang out in so long!” I looked up at the she-devil herself, Victoria.
“Come over and sit with me today, baby!”
Greg looked at her awkwardly and then back at me. “Actually Vickie, I was going to go get lunch with Pres and sit with him…”
He calls her ‘Vickie’ that sounds like Icky…which she is…HA!
“Aw but, baby, you sat with him on Friday and you were helping Mrs. Mayler during lunch yesterday…”
“I know…I’ll sit with you tomorrow…I promise.” She pouted and nodded.
What a b***h. He is free to make his own choices, b***h!
“Fine, then give me a kiss!”
Greg looked at me awkwardly before leaning forward and kissing her quickly. “Bye, Vickie. I’ll call you or something…” She smiled and walked away swishing her hips in a thoroughly slutty fashion.
“Come on, Pres, we can go get lunch now.” He smiled at me before walking towards the line.
I had to run to catch up to him. “You know…if you don’t want to sit with me, you don’t have to.”
He looked down at me because yes, I am shorter than him. “Of course I wanna sit with you, Pres! Besides all she ever wants to talk about is girl gossip…not exactly my idea of intellectual conversation.” I smiled and chuckled a little in response.
We finally reach the food counter and I get a salad, while Greg gets a chicken patty sandwich. I don’t understand how people can eat those. They are like giant gross chicken nuggets, yet you see more people buying the stupid chicken patty sandwiches than you do the actual lunch of the day. Whatever, I will not question the average teenage mind, and I suppose I won’t hold it against Greg.
Once we were both satisfied with our lunch choices, we walked over to my table, where I sat in my usual seat; Greg sat down next to me. I noticed the table was quiet and they were all staring at us, Brian even had a fry hanging out of his mouth.
“Greg has decided to sit with us again.” They all nodded and slowly went back to whatever they were talking about before Greg and I arrived.
“Sorry about them, I guess they thought you sitting here on Friday was a fluke of nature.”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, I would definitely rather sit here than over there, but you know how it is, ‘you’re on a team, you sit with the team.’” I smiled in response.
I suppose it is kind of like what I read in books, seeing as I have never been on a sports team my entire life.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” I glanced over at Sarah, still feeling a little alienated since she was talking about me and Greg behind my back.
“V, I haven’t seen you since this morning. How was gym?” I groaned. Of course she wanted to know all about the class I have with Greg.
“Oh, you know, started swimming… got mocked by some jock who then pushed me in the pool but who got punched in the face by Greg for doing it; the usual.”
She blinked at me. “Greg punched someone in the face for you!” She looked over at Greg and grinned. “Well, Mr. Gregory, you have officially made it onto my list of people who have at least half a brain!”
I glared at her. “Sarah, please… he has a whole brain.”
She smiled at me. “Oh no, most definitely not. He still plays a sport. That means he automatically loses half of his brain.”
“Yes, but he is in drama which brings back at least another quarter of his brain.”
She glared at me. “Fine, he has 75 percent of a brain.” I grinned at my success.
“Uh…do I want to know how I have been judged into my brain size?”
I smiled and glanced at him. “Forget it, The Brain Game is an inside joke between me and Sarah. We are constantly trying to figure out who has a whole brain or not, I have 95 percent of a brain.”
He blinked, looking a little confused. “And she has?”
I grinned and looked over at Sarah as she pouted and sank lower in her seat. “She has 76 percent of her brain. You know why? Because she has committed herself to becoming the most unoriginal thing in the country, a police officer.” He looked at the both of us, then the rest of the table who just shook their heads in response to his silent question.
“No matter how hard we try we have yet to discover the rules of this ‘game’”
Greg nodded. “Well then I won’t even begin to try and fathom how to play it.” Everyone nodded and we continued on with our eating.
So that was lunch, and such a fascinating lunch it was. The rest of the day dragged on and seemed completely boring. I mean, I finished my classes, I went home, I did my homework, and I thought about Greg. Yeah so…oh god, my life has become so consumed with Greg that nothing else interests me anymore! Oh NO! Whatever shall I do? Well I will definitely think about Greg some more… that is for sure. Anyway, so I am going to leave you there because I have told you all that is interesting that happened to me on this day of Tuesday.
A/N: Ritnou would like to sincerly apologize for the tardiness of this chapter. Blame it upon her two research papers and huge four hour test she has had. (or you could blame it on the three season of Smallville she has been watching) Ritnou wishes there is someway she couldmake it up to everyone.
Ritnou would also like to say that she has a book. In this book are all her notes on the story and ideas about people in the story and note character drawings and sections from the story that may not have made it into the story. Ritnou's book only starts from this chapter though but will be upheld to the end.
The point of Ritnou telling you this is Ritnou is going to make exactly 2 copies of her book (because she wants to keep the original) once the story is done. These copies will exact replicas and look very cool. Anyways Ritnou is going to hold a contest for each of these exact replicas for anyone who is intrested. At the current moment in time she has not decided upon the details or if she should (depends on readers intrest levels)
Anyways so tell Ritnou your thoughts on her plans :]
Here’s a link to a picture of Vontell if anyone is interested: Put periods where the underscores are and take out the spaces.
Ritnou_deviantart_com/art/Vontell–Preston–Fieldings–121798083
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:11pm · 0 Comments |
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