Marriage
Daze
Chapter
31: Freaks and Geeks
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. Right now it’s hot outside, and I leave for work in about an... Crap, I’m already late as it is. Anyway, this chapter hasn’t been spell-checked, because that sort of luxury wasn’t installed on my laptop. I hope this chapter doesn’t suck all that much. It’s so hot! I can’t think straight. Oh, right, I have to get to work!
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Notes: From Scott’s point of view.
And so they were back at the motel. They’d been two hours late for the game when they’d finally reached the bus again. Coach Bombay had been close to call for a search and rescue. While yelling at the three team-captains for their lack of resonsibility and the inability to tell time, the rest of the team had convieneintly pattered off to the nearest gas-station.
“Can I borrow some money from you?” Julie asked.
“You mean borrow as in ‘returning later’, or borrow as in ‘I say borrow but I actually mean stealing’?” Scott replied.
“It’s a matter of how you want to interpret things,” she smiled and extended her hand. “I mean borrow as ‘does it matter, you’re richer then God’.”
“Last time I checked, you had money too,” Scott answered and went past her towards the candy section. Goldberg had already went through every shelf possible, spending his whole fortune on ‘grub’.
Julie gazed at him while he was picking together a selection of candy-bags. “Take one of these too,” she suggested and gave him a bag of gummy-bears. “And some of that.”
“Excuse me, did I say that I could pay for your stuff?”
“No, but would you rather let me starve to death? I bet you don’t.”
“I dare you,” Scott said and opened the door to the fridge with soda. “Pepsi?”
“No thank you, I’m not thirsty,” Julie wrinkled her nose.
Scott took everything he supposedly was going to pay for, wondering how Julie went from spoiled to poor in less then five minutes. She followed in his footsteps all the way back to the bus, where she grabbed the things she’d picked out and went in through the door. “Thanks, Scott. You’re a real gentleman.”
“You wanna know what you are?”
“No,” she said slowly and pushed the button inside the bus, which closed the door. Scott wrinkled his nose too, and threw a bunch of salty fishes into his mouth, causing him to caugh. Julie was such a pain.
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Notes: From Guy’s point of view.
Julie sat down in the seat across the aisle. “So, what did you do while we were out in the forest?” she asked and took a bite of her chocolate-bar. “You want?”
Guy shook his head. “No. We stayed here and looked around. I heard you almost killed the two most annoying people on the team,” he laughed. “Why the hell did you go climbing when it was raining?”
“It was actually Sarah’s bright idea, you know how she can be,” Julie said pointedly.
“Yeah, I do. But I still wouldn’t kill her.”
“Like you haven’t thought about it,” Julie continued. “And no one died.”
Julie got up from her seat and walked back into the bus, searching for someone else to bug for a while. Guy moved over to the seat closest to the window, watching Charlie and Cecilia argue, just like they always did after getting yelled at by the coaches. Travis walked a few steps behind, doing his best to stay out of it. More people should be as passive as him, Guy figured.
He went through the notes he’d written down earlier, while waiting for the team to come back, Connie thought they should work on the assignment. Guy had been so confused by then, not knowing what group he’d actually been in.
“We’ve lost our rank in the tournament,” Connie announced, showing up out of nowhere. “Charlie is not happy.”
“So, we’re out of the tournament?”
“Well, after Mike patched up Cecilia and Charlie, he told them that there was no chance of them playing any game in a couple of days. So they got mad. None of the line-ups in our group are complete, and Marcus is missing among the goalies.”
Guy shrugged. “We’re out?”
“We’re out.”
Dwayne turned his head away from the window and gazed at them. Guy nodded at him. “What’s so interesting out there? You’re not looking at a girl, are you? Or cattle? You’re not looking at cattle again, are you?”
Connie giggled and climbed over to Dawyne’s seat. “Don’t listen to him. He had a weird obsession about Kermit the Frog in junior high.”
“Must be why I like you so much,” Guy muttered back, but Connie pretended not to hear. Guy went back to looking out the window of the other side, thinking about something clever to say. He saw the rest of the players leave the gas-station, throwing amused glimpses at the three captains, still being yelled at over by the end of the bus.
“He got a lot to say,” Connie pointed out. “I almost fell bad for them. It wasn’t their fault completely.”
“Just look how much he’s shouting at Cecilia and Charlie, but not nearly as much at Travis. Why’s that?” Dwayne said and leaned his head against the window. “Look, he’s done. Does that mean that we’re leaving now?”
“Probably not. He’s all fired up now. He’s going to make us stand in a row, while yelling at us one by one,” Charlie growled when he came climbing up the stairs.
Guy decided to not pay attention to Charlie and his grumpy manners. Instead he looked out to see what the others where doing. Luis was standing next to Sarah, showing her how the compass was used, or maybe it was the other way around. Ken was eating popcorn the hard way, throwing them up one by one in the air so he could catch them in his mouth on the way down. There were a huge pile of popcorn around him.
“You lost the bet!”
“Well, I’m still not doing that!”
Guy sighed when he heard Cecilia’s voice. Why? Why?! He saw her walk along the bus below his window, Nish walking next to her. Cecilia looked over to where Coach Bombay where standing, then she turned to Nish. “What’s up with you? I loose a bet, and you want me to taste your stupid soda? What kind of stupid challenge is that?”
“It’s my challenge, don’t question it. Are you going to do it, or what?”
Guy watched patiently. Nish had probably done something with the soda, so this might become fun, he figured. Cecilia looked puzzled, but grabbed the bottle anyway. “What did you do with it?” she asked before taking a sip.
Nish shrugged. “I just bought it in the store. It’s not even opened yet.”
“What’s going on?” Connie asked. Guy looked at her.
“Oh, just the usual idiocy among those two. It’s about the stupid bet again. I still don’t get what the big deal is with drinking a soda.” Guy sat down and began searching for his CD-players instead. Connie kept staring at him until he lost his patience. “What?”
“It depends on what flavour it is,” she said. “What flavour is it?”
“Does it matter? I don’t care. That green bottle. I think it’s lime or some other green fruit. Avocado? Grape? Green pepper?”
Connie leaned over him to look outside. “Maybe he’s being nice for once.”
Guy decided not to answer, but he had feeling that there were no such thing as nice in Nish’s vocabulary. Fast-food and hockey was probably the main-words for that guy. Suddenly he heard a laugh from outside.
“I knew you were lying!” Nish barked and took his soda back.
“About what?”
“You with your bragging and stupid cries for attention.”
“What? So what was it? It tastes funny.” Cecilia smacked her tongue a few times and swallowed again. “Really funny.”
Nish gave up a short laugh. “You don’t know what kiwi tastes like? I thought you said you’d tasted it before.”
“Yeah, but I’m still not familiar with the taste, maybe because I really AM allergic to it!” Cecilia howled. “You stupid ass!”
“I still don’t believe you. Taste some more,” Nish suggested. “Maybe you’re not allergic anymore, huh?”
Cecilia knocked the bottle out of his hand. “You want me dead, don’t you? First the mountain, and now the soda. Murderer!” she yelled furiously. “I’m telling Coach Bombay.”
“Baby.”
Connie knocked on the window. “Are you really allergic?”
“Yeah! And Nish tricked me to drink his stupid soda...” Cecilia’s sentence got an abrupt ending when she gasped for air. “I can’t breath!”
“That’s so not my fault,” Nish said worriedly. “I thought you were lying!”
Cecilia took a menacingly step towards him, but decided to keep trying to breath instead. Connie jumped down from the seat to get Mike, and Nish tried his best to hide the bottle under the bus, while Cecilia sat down on the grass and gasped for air.
Guy just rolled his eyes. That girl just had to visit the emergency room every freakin’ day, hadn’t she?
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