To Deal With It

chapter two {pic of Ethan>}

Two

It was just one more night before my plan was to commerce and the cult's boost. I felt completely giddy with excitement on this Friday. I barely noticed my friends talking to me, and they had to keep snapping my attention back to them when I had been in my little off-this-planet-fantasies. I practically sprinted when the final bell rung out through the school, and I was at my locker when one of the coaches, Mr. Barr, suddenly pops out. "Hello Jay."

"Oh, uh...hi Coach Barr?" I replied as I stuffed things out of my locker and took things out as well. Barr pestered, "You know, I saw you running in the morning last weekend. You're really fast. How would you like to join the track team?"

I froze and stared at his hopeful eyes. Geez, he looked ready to offer me anything to get me to join. Hmm...what harm could it do? I shrugged. "I don't know, Coach Barr. I'll think about it."

"Well, if you do, I need to speak with your parent or legal guardian."

Crap. I too quickly said, "Uncle Cal can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Um...he's sick." Yeah, mentally sick. "Sorry, have to go."

That was a close one. I went straight home then went up to my room to ready myself. First, homework; finished that in an hour. Second, my new look.

Okay, I was going to dress like a dude, and I sure hoped it would be convincing. I slip on the loosest guys' dark wash jean pants that would fit somewhat, still I had to have a black belt to keep it on, and then a really loose guys' grey long sleeve shirt along with a white tee underneath; I put on a good pair of black skater sneakers, and they felt pretty good. Now came my hidden face. I wore this awesome face bandana or whatever that I saw some anime character, Kakashi from Naurto I think, that would cover most of my face, and then I added a black beanie that I could tuck my long hair, which was in a messy bun, in; my hands were kind of skinny to be a guys, so I bought cool light smoky colored mechanic gloves. I took a look in the tiny mirror I had. Whoa... I. Look. Like. A. Freakin'. Dude! A pretty good-lookin' dude at that.

Now the real test. I slipped down from my window then went into the park and, to my luck, found some giggling girls. If I could convince them I was a guy, using my knowledge of them, I was a sure fire to convince some guys not too far away. I swaggered almost normally like I saw a lot of guys do with my hands in my pockets, and I was getting near the girls. God this felt weird. Just so you know, I am NOT in any way a lesbian; only interested in the hot guys.

I noticed some of them kept glancing at me then giggling with their friends as they started to take notice in me too. One girl was pushing another's shoulder as I got nearer to their group, but the girl that was getting pushed was protesting and arguing about something; from me being a girl, I could tell what was happening. The girl who was getting pushed was supposed to go up to me because the girl who was doing the pushing wanted to talk to me. Classic.

I go as casual and guy like as I can and pretend they're not there, but then the girl who had been pushing came in front of my path and flashed a smile. "Hey there stud, I'm Gina. And you are?"

I wanted to burst out laughing or yell in triumph. She actually thought I was a dude! A stud at that! Oh, this was too good! But at the same time, I felt completely weirded and crept out. Calm yourself, I told myself. I rolled my eyes at the girl and walked on as I told her in a husky voice, "Not interested, slut."

Damn, that was awesome! My first bastard move...as a dude! This was so much fun. I held back the laughing fit as I saw the girl's jaw drop and eyes pop while I strode on. The guys that had been nearby shook their heads at me, and I held out my arms to say, what? I called in my guy voice, "What's got you shaking your head?"