THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN RE-WRITTEN.
IT USED TO BE DIFFERENT.
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Jamie, Angelica, and Kori walked down the long hall leading away from their lockers. School had started not 3 hours ago, and the girls were ready for lunch. Unfortunately, they had one class left. They finished their conversation, parted, and went their separate ways. Jamie to chemistry, Angelica to English, and Kori to art.
As Kori traveled down another hallway, she saw a goth-ish looking, dark haired girl on her knees next to a small plastic bowl next to something that looked like either white-meat jello, or a piece of perfectly square, frozen gravy. That moved.
"Gar," the girl growled, looking up at a blondish-green haired lanky boy standing beside her. "Help me clean up your stupid mess!"
The boy looked down, away from his conversation with a dark, buff guy who was probably on the football team, and another guy that had ebony hair and dark sunglasses. The blonde boy started shaking his head violently.
"I can't clean," he said, scrunching up his nose. "That's women's work!"
At this, the raven haired girl looked up in utter shock and distaste, and Kori felt herself do the same. The girl reached up, grabbed 'Gar's' ear, and pulled him down to the mess.
"You. Clean this up. I'm not going to," she said, and she stood up, pushing his head closer to the mess
"Aw, c'mon Rae," 'Gar' began, trying to glance up at 'Rae'. "I hate to clean, and you know I'm no good at it either!"
"Sure," 'Rae' said sarcastically.
"Name one reason I should believe you"
"Okay," 'Gar' said, smacking away 'Rae's' hand and turning his head towards her. "Remember last year, at Bruce's Christmas party? Karen and Roy brought that huge salad and it got spilled everywhere? I had to stay behind and clean up, and you KNOW it just made a bigger mess!" The two boys, who were standing off to the side, began to chuckle.
"Well that's a half-ass excuse," 'Rae' said calmly.
"What do you mean that's a half-ass..."
Kori subconsciously tuned the arguing out, and before she knew it, she had handed her pink shoulder-bag to the black haired boy, and sat down on her knees. He and the other boy looked at her with disbelieving eyes.
"It is quite simple," she heard herself say. "All you do is pick it up," she grabbed the piece of white... meat-like stuff (it felt disgusting even though she was only using two fingers) and dropped it into the plastic case "And put it in the box." she snapped the lid on and held it out for the first person to grab it.
Well, that was gross.
The buff guy slowly grabbed it from her hand, and held it as if it had some sort of disease. The corner of the black-haired-boy's lip turned upward.
"Just because you don't know HOW to clean, doesn't mean you CANT!" Kori heard. The three looked over at 'Rae', who had just shouted the previous statement at 'Gar'.
Before 'Gar' could retaliate, he glanced over at Kori, and his eyes widened.
"You..." he began. Kori was ready to apologize and walk away, but 'Gar' enveloped her in a huge bear hug. "You touched the Tofu!" 'Gar' shouted, smiling brightly as the other three just stared.
Kori giggled. "Is he going to let go of me?" she asked, pointing a perfectly pink manicured finger at the boy hugging her.
"Yeah..." the probable-football-player said. He looked down at the ebony haired boy, his eyes got wide, and he smirked. The buff guy leaned down and whispered something into the blacked-haired boy's ear. The boy blushed and grabbed the plastic container from Vic.
Kori looked back at 'Gar', and she saw something blue fly at him. He toppled over, clutching his head and blinking like mad.
"Thanks, I needed that," he said.
The buff guy walked over to Kori. "Anyways, little lady, what's your name?" he said to her, as Gar picked up the plastic Tupperware off the floor.
"Kori. Kori Anders." she said, grinning.
"Hmm..." the tall boy said, seemingly deep in thought. "Didn't see you last year. You new?"
"Yes," Kori replied, nodding. "I just transferred here."
"Well, Kori, don't worry about Gar and his attack, he's just glad someone besides him finally touched that crap he eats," the strong guy said. This got a death glare from Gar. The 'football player' went on. "I'm Victor. Call me Vic. That little vegan bush of green hair over there is Garfield," Victor smirked at the name. "But you can call him Gar, everybody else does. That's Rachel, and as you have obviously seen, you shouldn't call her Rae. Don't see why you would, Gar only calls her that because he has a cru-"
"And he's Richard," Gar said, cutting off Vic and gesturing to the ebony-haired boy. When Kori looked, the boy was scowling at Gar, but you couldn't really tell what he was feeling because his sunglasses were covering his eyes. What is he thinking?
That is very confusing, did you know that?
Why? If I could only see his eyes...
*AHEM* I thought you already liked someone.
"Call him 'Dick'," said Victor, smirking and whisking Kori out of her own thoughts
Kori giggled. "Nice to meet you, Vic, Gar, Rachel, and Richard," she smiled to herself before getting lost in her thoughts again
Poor Richard. That nickname is horrible.
It probably reflects his personality.
It can't possibly, he seems like he's too shy to talk at all.
Kori looked up as Gar shot out of no where and stalked up to Vic. Gar glared up at the boy with an attempted intimidating look.
"What are you doing?" Rachel drawled.
Gar growled. "It's. Not. My. Fault. My. Hair. Is. Green," he scoffed at Vic, making each word into its own sentence
Vic and Richard began laughing intensely, and even Rachel sported a slight grin.
"May someone please explain to me what is so-" Kori was interrupted by the bell signaling 4th period.
Victor shut his locker. "Oh, so you wanna know the Green Hair Story, eh Kori? We can tell it to you at lunch. That is, unless you don't wanna sit with us," He grinned.
"Oh, of course I'll sit with you guys!" Kori blurted with a huge smile. She had plans to sit with Jamie and Angelica to discuss the first day of school, but she was sure they wouldn't mind sitting somewhere else.
The five parted and went separate directions. After about 30 seconds, a hand on Kori's shoulder stopped her. She turned around and saw Richard blushing.
"You forgot this," he muttered, sliding the pink bag off his shoulder and sliding it on to Kori's.
"Oh, thank you!" She smiled, and gave him a light hug. "See you at lunch, Richard!" She called, waving over her shoulder as the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward. He waved back.
Did you feel that?
Stop thinking about him!
But that feeling. Strange...
What feeling? No! Pretend there is no feeling! You always do this, Kori!
Kori shook herself out of her thoughts, out of the argument, but the feeling she had still lingered a bit longer than it should have.
Richard stood by his three best friends in the whole world, Rachel, Gar, and Vic, as a crowd of students trailed by. A new school year, and they were all sophomores.
The four of them all opened their lockers spontaneously. Suspiciously, all at the same time, too. Richard reached inside for his history book, Rachel for her journal, Vic for his gym clothes, and Gar for his... lunch.
If you could call it that. Is tofu really considered edible? Richard thought, eyeing the container of jiggly, white, fake-meat.
It slipped out of Gar's hand, popped open, and everyone groaned.
"Hey, dudes!" He said. "Not my fault!"
"Yes it was, you idiot," Rachel said as she looked down to the floor.
The boys gave her a look, and since she didn't want the four of them to get in trouble, Rachel sat down on her knees and began mopping up the...um... Tofu juice (A/N ...eww...) with one of Gar's stray math papers that had fallen to the floor.
"I'll clean up this spill, but i'm not touching that thing," she said calmly, eyeing the tofu on the floor.
"Aww, c'mon Rae, you'd so like it, if you just tried it..." Gar said.
"I respect that you don't eat meat. Please respect that I don't eat fake meat,"
Richard zoned out as he noticed a pretty redhead walking down the hallway with two other girls, which he knew from classes he'd had earlier in the day. Jamie and.... something with an A. But he'd never seen this other girl before. They all conversed briefly, and then separated. The redhead began to walk towards the group. Her hair swayed, and she never stumbled, lost a paper, looked around, nothing. She walked confidently.
Vic looked over at Richard and stared.
Richard became uncomfortable. "What?" he asked, turning his head towards Vic.
"Just checking for drool, man," said Vic, smiling slightly.
Gar looked up from Rachel and the Tofu. "Who's drooling?" he said.
"Oh, no one. Just Dick"
The three boys began chattering
"Gar!" Rachel said, annoyed. "Help me clean up your stupid mess."
Gar looked down in shock. "I can't clean," he said. "That's women's work"
Rachel looked up at Gar in disgust.
"Ooo..." said victor covering his O-shaped mouth with his hand.
Rachel reached up and grabbed Gar's ear, pulling him down to the mess.
"You. Clean this up. I'm not going to," she said, and she stood up, pushing Gar down so his face was inches from the mess
"Aw, c'mon Rae," Gar began, trying to turn his head to look up at Rachel. "I hate to clean, and you know I'm no good at it either!"
"Sure," Rachel said sarcastically.
"Name one reason I should believe you"
"Okay," Gar said, smacking away Rachel's hand and turning his head towards her. "Remember last year, at Bruce's Christmas party? Karen and Roy brought that huge salad and it got spilled everywhere? I had to stay behind and clean up, and you KNOW it just made a bigger mess!" Richard started to chuckle at the memory. He could hear Vic laughing quietly, too.
"Well that's a half-ass excuse," 'Rae' said calmly.
"What do you mean that's a half-ass excuse? That's legit, dude!" Gar shouted, getting into Rachel's face. Richard and Vic were laughing hysterically.
Well, it WAS a half-ass excuse, you've gotta admit that!
Richard tuned back into the current setting, but all he saw was the pretty redhead getting closer. She really was gorgeous.
What is that? Auburn? Something like that...
What are you talking about?
Her hair! It should be in a Pantene commercial.
Auburn? Jeez. Bruce has somehow got you watching too much TV.
Richard noticed that the girl he was thinking of was handing him her bag. He took it and slid it on his shoulder. She began to pick up the tofu, and Richard felt his eyes get huge. Not that anyone could see them.
"It is quite simple," she said, picking up the tofu with two fingers. "You pick it up, and put it in the box," she dropped it into the container, snapped on the lid, and held it out for someone to grab.
Victor took it, seeing as Richard was lost in his own world.
You don't even know her!
I'd like to.
Richard looked over at Vic, and Vic was eyeing the tofu with a look that just screamed "Ew". Richard smirked.
"Just because you don't know HOW to clean, doesn't mean you CAN'T!" Vic, Richard, and the mystery girl turned to look at Rachel as she jabbed a finger at Gar's chest.
Before Gar could think of a comeback, he glanced over, saw the container, and his eyes got huge.
"You..." Gar said, and Richard was sure he was talking to Vic, ready to make fun of him for holding tofu, not meat. But Gar hugged the redheaded girl. Richard was astonished.
WHAT IS HE DOING?
Calm down, Dick. It's just a hug.
He's gonna think he has a claim on her now!
Relax, it's okay, it's just a hug. What are you so worked up about? It's not like you had a claim on her.
"Is he going to let go of me?" The redhead said, pointing at Gar.
I'll make him if he doesn't...
"Yeah..." Richard heard Vic say. Then he felt a whisper in his ear and a plastic box in his hand.
"You know," Vic said quietly into Richard's ear. "If you really want him to let go of your future gilfriend, then throw this at his head."
Richard blushed like mad and looked over to where Gar was hugging the redhead. She was looking down at him quite uncomfortably. "She's not going to be my girlfriend," Richard hissed as he chucked the plastic container at Gar's head.
"Thanks, I needed that," said Gar, rubbing his head.
Vic looked down at Richard and rolled his eyes when he realized that Richard was staring again.
"Anyways, little lady, what's your name?" he said to the pretty girl.
"Kori," she said. "Kori Anders." she grinned
"Hmm..." Vic said, seemingly deep in thought. "Didn't see you last year. You new?"
"Yes," Kori replied, nodding. "I just transferred here."
"Well, Kori, don't worry about gar and his attack, he's just glad someone besides him finally touched that crap he eats," this got a death glare from Gar. Vic went on. "I'm Victor. Call me Vic. That little vegan bush of green hair over there is Garfield," Victor smirked. "But you can call him Gar, everyone else does. That's Rachel, but don't call her Rae. Don't see why you would, Gar only calls her that because he has a cru-"
"And he's Richard," Gar said, cutting off Vic before he could finish his scentence. Richard, after glancing over at Gar when hearing his name, looked back at the girls eyes.
What are you staring at, idiot?
Her eyes are pretty.
It's just green.
"Call him 'Dick'," Vic said, elbowing Richard in the side.
Kori giggled. "Nice to meet you, Vic, Gar, Rachel, and Richard," She said with another perfect smile. Richard caught himself before he began staring again, lucky that no one could see his eyes.
"Itsnotmyfaultmyhairisgreen..." Gar mumbled.
"What?" Vic asked loudly, placing a hand to his ear (as if to enhance his hearing,) even though he heard exactly what Gar was saying. A wide smile was plastered on his face.
Richard had a hard time keeping a smile off his face.
Gar slid up to Vic and tried to look as intimidating as he could. It was very amusing.
"It's. Not. My. Fault. My. Hair. Is. Green." Gar scoffed. Vic and Richard doubled over in laughter, and even Rachel was smiling.
Kori looked confused. "May someone please explain to me what is so-" she began, getting interrupted by the bell signaling 4th period.
Vic shut his locker. "Oh, so you wanna know the Green Hair Story, eh Kori? We can tell it to you at lunch. That is, unless you don't wanna sit with us," He grinned and looked down at Richard. He shot a death glare Vic's way.
He's doing this to torture me. She's gonna say no...
"Oh, of course I'll sit with you guys!" Kori said excitedly with a huge smile.
I just died.
Get a grip. You're a playboy, not a fanboy.
The five separated and set out to each individual class. Richard got a few stares and chuckles.
"Hey, nice fashion statement, dude!" someone shouted.
What is he talking about?
A girl brushed against him on her way pass. "Nice bag," she whispered.
What the? Richard looked down and noticed Kori's bag still on his shoulder. Then he noticed something else.
It was pink.
Damn me! Stupid! You idiot! You just made yourself the laughing stock of Jump City High. It's the first day of school, and you already find a way to embarrass yourself!
Richard searched frantically in the direction Kori had set off in, and finally found her about to enter the art room. He put his hand on her shoulder and his heart faltered as she spun around effortlessly.
Richard tried to grin. "You forgot this," he muttered, sliding the bag off his own shoulder and on to Kori's.
"Oh, thank you!" she said enthusiastically. She lightly hugged Richard. He hugged back.
About 2 seconds later, Kori released Richard and turned back towards the art room.
"See you at lunch, Richard!" she called, waving.
Richard couldn't restrain his smile from appearing all together, but he did manage not to let it become a huge, goofy grin. He waved back.
You CAN NOT seriously be affected by this girl!
I shouldn't be, but can you blame me? She's gorgeous.
Yes, we've established that.
Can you believe her?
Oh, for the love of god, stop thinking about her!
Yeah, I need to stop.
Richard slowly smiled as he realized that nothing had really changed within him. He was still the same old player he had always been.
But he had to admit, there was some tiny feeling in the back of his skull that just wouldn't go away.
As you read before, this chapter has been rewritten