Thread: 1989 Best Year Ever (Darkangel76 &Casketslinger)

Kiki seethed all through the following period, her nerves a bit rattled that she had to make a deal with the likes of someone such as Greg. Every time she blinked she could see his smiling face and that afro. They way he'd looked at her when she'd given her word and he his in return. They even shook on ita true deal, set in stone. Well, it was the best she was going to get since there weren't any contracts or papers or anything else she could go from. It would have to do and she'd make it work. She supposed she'd have to make nice with the guy until the damned thing went down. Suddenly, Kiki wondered if she'd actually have to hang out with Greg at the party or if she'd be able to just show up and ditch him. Hrm, that option had possibilities. She'd just have to wait and see. In the mean time, she needed to find Parker the school gossip and newspaper editor. He lived and breathed all the news in the school. If anyone could get to the bottom of things...it was him. And, like her, he had high goals and aspirations. He'd understand her worry and fears. She was sure if it! Lucy wiped at her eyes, sore and red from crying. Fortunately, she'd gotten what she wantedtime alone. She wasn't sure why she was getting so worked up. It was just Nate Essex. Honestly, what did she expect? She was well aware of the guy's reputation, the things he did. She'd overheard him talk with Stevie enough times that there was very little she didn't know. But it didn't stop the hurt, that ache Lucy felt deep inside at the thought of him being exactly what everyone claimed he was. Somehow, she knew...or, at the very least, had to believe...that they were all wrong. They just didn't know him. But then, did she? Sometimes she wondered. But it didn't change what she felt in her heart. Sniffling, Lucy wiped the tears off her cheeks and put her glasses back on. Slowly, she stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder. Setting her jaw, she made off to her next class, but thoughts of Nate Essex were the only thing on her mind. Jenny Rodriguez bit down on Mr. Chesbro's ear. She gave it a tiny tug with her teeth as his hands cupped her round bottom, the flimsy material that had been covering it, hoisted up around her waist. Come on, Miss Rodriguez whined. You're moving to slow. She jutted out her lower lip and bucked her hip against Chesbro's. Can't you see I'm already dripping? Come on! Her hands moved down along his chest and began to swiftly work at his belt. She gave him a sultry look as her fingers moved. When his pants were opened, she let out a soft growl and bit down on her lower lip. There he was, as usual, sitting by himself. Once again, Corinne silently applauded his slick move as he cut in front of the younger crowd. A part of her wished she'd had as much guts, but she only found her nerve when on stage. That was the nice thing about theater. You could be anyone you wanted and no one could get pissed because the personality was all a part of the script. God, she love getting lost in all of that. Corinne took a sip of her chocolate milk as she watched Stevie take his seat with his extra helpings of food. How he managed it, she didn't know. But it didn't matter either. For two years since she'd transferred, she'd been watching the guy. But he never seemed to look her way. She could get it though. He wanted a cheerleader or someone with pep and pizzazz. She...was hardly that and she knew she never would be. Even still, she couldn't help but eye the guy each day as he meandered to the same odd lunch hour that she did. As Corinne watched Stevie, she smoothed out her black skirt and adjusted the black rubber bracelets that worked their way up her arms. She licked her finger tips and smoothed out her dirty blonde hair and tucking the sides behind her ears. Now or never, she whispered, giving herself a pep talk that would make any cheerleader proud. She rolled her dark eyes at the thought of someone like Missy Matthews approving of her and suddenly laughed out loud. A couple of students looked her way, but were quick to dismiss her. Typical. She often scared people away. Most of the time, she liked that. But sometimes... Corinne set her bag down on the table and took a long draw on her chocolate milk before setting it down with a soft thud. She swung her legs over the bench and then propped her head up in both hands, her eyes fixed on Stevie as she sat directly across from him. Hi, Corinne said softly, yet confidently, though on the inside she was totally afraid she'd pass out!