Chapter Six Part 2: The Rest of the Very Very Long Day
Thanks to Chase’s very slow driving and the large amount of traffic caused by an stuck truck, we are late for school. Turns out that a big truck can’t fit through a bridge, who would have thought? Anyway, when we all arrive into the dim and dreary office we have missed half of first period.
Guess what class that is? If you guessed Mrs. Nelson then congratulations, you win nothing except the knowledge that my life sucks. In that office Chase, Jax and I are met by the rest of the guys and we each receive our own late pass before we are ushered towards our class room.
“Well, look who decided to show up. I will see the four of you at detention. Take your seats.” Jax, Brendan, Chase and I take our seats. I slide into my seat next to Skylar who looks like she is about to pass out. I want to slide her a note and ask what is wrong, but we all know how note passing worked out last time.
Ms. Nelson has to be one of the most boring teachers in the world. Throughout class today she would just drone on and on about the British colonies and how we weren’t part of it. We happened to be parts of the Spanish colonies or something like that. But I could not focus the entire time. Part of me believes that it is because she is boring as fuck but another part knows that I am afraid to see Charlie. I can’t believe how I reacted yesterday! It was straight out of a movie. Ever since I went threw this “transformation” I have become more dramatic and it kind of pisses me off.
“Sawyer. Sawyer. Ms. Hensick!” Ms. Nelson screeches at me. My head raises up from my desk and I look around to see the entire class staring at me.
“Answer please?” she cackles. Shit, she asked me a question while I was in Sawyertopia. I look at the front board and see all of the notes that I haven’t even bothered taking. I try to absorb all the information to come up with a question but I come up with nothing. Shit. Shit. Shit. I am in deep doggy dodo.
“Um, I’m sorry Ms. Nelson. I don’t know what the question was. Do you mind repeating it?”
“Ms. Hensick, I do not have any tolerance for students who do not take my class seriously. Unless you want another week of detention I would suggest paying attention from now on. Mr. Hensick can you answer the question.”
While Jax spurt out the answer I tuned back into Sawyertopia and remained there for the rest of that horrible class. When the bell rings I don’t think I could have gotten out of there any faster. I have no clue how people can be historians, it just makes me want to fall asleep.
“Sawyer! Hey wait up! Stop walking so fast!” someone calls my name. I turn around and see Hope booking down the hallway towards me.
“Hey Hope, what’s u-“ I start to talk.
“Sawyer, shut up and come with me now. Chase and Charlie are going at it in front of the science rooms.” Shit. What is going on this time? Not a second after Hope told me this new information, she is pulling me down the hallway. Halfway to the science rooms I can hear people chanting ‘FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!’. Could people be anymore juvenile?
Turning the corner I see I huge pack of people surrounding what I assume is the debacle going on. Amidst the crowd I see Jax and the rest of his deliquent friends. Why are they just standing there looking smug? Why aren’t they breaking the fight up. I push my way through the growing crowd, possibly knocking over a couple of freshman, when I see Chase shove Charlie into the lockers. That’s got to hurt. Charlie comes back by tackling Chase to the ground. After they roll around on the ground trying to find opportunities to punch the other one, I’ve had enough. I shove my way through the rest of the crowd until I am standing next to where Chase is now straddling Charlie and is trying to punch him in the face.
I grab Chase’s ear and start to pull. He relunctantly gets up, thank god he did because if he had not, he might not have been able to make any babies. When I finally successfully separate them, I let go of Chase’s ear and shoot him a disappointed look. Let just say his reaction looked like those puppies in the Sarah McLachlan commercial. It was actually very depressing.
“What the hell is going on here?” I question as the crowd starts to break up. I guess people just take pleasure in seeing others in pain.
“He started it.” Charlie accuses pointing at Chase. If you compare the two right now, let’s just say Charlie go his ass kicked.
“What are you, five?” Chase sneers.
“Atleast I’m not a pretty little rich boy who-“
“Enough! Both of you! Can you both grow up and realize that you are both acting like freaking five year old? God I feel like I am a mom trying to solve the horrible issue of who stole the last cookie from the cookie car.” I snap.By now Charlie is off of the floor and the only people left in the hallway are Jax, Hope and Ethan.
“Now the two of you better go to the bathroom, separate ones, and clean yourselves up. You both look like some animal attacked you. Leave, go, disperse. Get out of my sight so I can go to my next class.” Chase shoots me one last apologetic look before retreating down the hallway with the rest of his “gang”. Hope and I go back into the other direction, hoping to get to Spanish on time.
Chase’s POV
“That stupid sonuvabitch. Who the hell does he think he is, talking trash about us?” I declare as I march into the men’s bathroom, followed by Jax and Ethan. I turn towards the skin and see that my bloody nose is starting to dry and that I can see a bruise start to form on the bottom of my jaw. All in all, I don’t look so bad. I mean, trust me, I put all of my strength in to every punch delivered to that dipshit.
“Chase, man, you need to calm down ok? Thank god it was Sawyer hwo broke it up and not a teacher! Imagine what would have happened…You would have been expelled. You still can be if some freshman decides to snitch.” Jax reasons. I hate this school and their no fighting policy. One punch and some one can be kicked out of school. It’s so stupid.
That stupid prick needs to watch his mouth! Who the hell does he think he is? Any aspect of our friendship is gone after he trash talked about my friends and I! I mean it’s one thing trash talking about me… That I can handle but when you bring in my best friends and Sawyer, I will not stand for it. That’s right! That stupid sonuvabitch was trash-talking Sawyer. I don’t get what she sees in him! Sure in front of the ladies he’s all smooth but around the team he’s a complete asshole who hates people in the upper class because his dad doesn’t make enough money to even get him a car. That’s right Charlie, the “hot god” as some girls claim, takes the bus everywhere. Ok I guess that was a low blow but still that jackass still deserves it. The way he was describing what he wanted to do with her just makes me want to. UGH! I can’t even describe what I am feeling.
“Chase, buddy…what are you thinking about.” Ethan asks clapping his hand on my shoulder cautiously. I let out a deep breath and try to control the anger coursing throughout my body before responding.
“I’m thinking about how nice practice is going to be today when I kick that little shits ass. Come on, we’re going to be late for class.” I brush off Ethan’s hand and walk out the bathroom and fight the erge to slam the door and stomp off like the five year old that Sawyer pegs me to be. God it’s only the third day of school and I’ve managed to get into a fight and landed myself in detention and I haven’t even screwed a single girl. What has this world become?
Sawyer’s POV
Spanish was boring. The teacher only managed to make three sexual comments. It’s his new record. He’s that kind of teacher. You know the type. The teacher who creeps on all the girls and turn everything sexual and always uses the preterite (past tense) of to put and to bother (molestar) in every single sentence. And if you don’t know what that is…it’s puse. How many thing did I put something somewhere that bothered someone. Oh not to mention every single advertisement on his computer is either bras or condoms and ads are based on what you search. I know, creepy.
During the entire class, however, one thing bothered me. The fight. Yes I know that Charlie and Chase aren’t the best of friends but I always assumed that they were close enough not to rip each other apart in the middle of the hallway. I wonder what the fight was about. Probably because of something Chase said. It’s always something like that. Even through the walk down the dark dreary hallway towards the lunch detention room that one question haunted me. Why?
When arriving at the lunch time detention, the room is empty. I trudge my way to the back of the old math room that forever smells like rotten fish because the last teacher whose room this was would bring fish, beans and some type of rice every day for lunch and would eat it and then breath it in your face when answering your questions. Let’s just say that this certain teacher did not come back the next year. I think she ended up dying of mercury poisoning. At least that’s what the rumors were. I never had here because she was the regular math teacher and I have always been in honors everything.
It is a full ten minutes before anyone comes in. And that would be the teacher, Mr. Kline, who was the old librarian who is partly blind in his left eye and totally deaf in his right ear. He shuffles towards the teachers desk at the front in his brown slacks that are belted up above his big gut which starts in the middle of his torso. Tucked into his pants is a short -sleeved green and white-plaid button down shirt. He reminds me of my Grandpoppy who passed away three years ago.
“Alright kids. Settle down. It’s time for detention to begin. Do whatever the hell you want just don’t bother me. I will be taking a nap.” he groans before closing his eyes.
“Um, Mr. Kline, sir. I’m the only one here.” I start to say but I am droned out by his heavy snoring. Ok, I guess lunch detention is just a joke. No wonder no one is here.
Right as I thought that the door to the room opened and light poured in. Following the light is Jax, Chase and Brendan. Chase doesn’t look bad. Charlie had most of the damage, no doubt. The funny thing is that Brendan slams the door and Mr. Kline doesn’t even flinch. I wish that I could sleep like that.
Of course, being the annoying shit heads that they are, my brother and his dumbass friends come over and sit around me. Brendan and Jax on my sides and Chase in front of me, like they are my secret service agents. Weird. All at once they turn an stare at me. Again weird. I know that there is only an amount of time before one of them open their mouths and say something but this time I am on mission.
“So, Chase. I didn’t know you liked pounding peoples faces in for no reason. Unless there is a reason. So tell me. What was so bad that made you slam Charlie against the lockers and beat him to a pulp?”
“Wow, way to beat around the bush Saw.” Brendan laughs. Normally I would respond to him with some quirky response but as I stated before. I am on a mission. Chase has yet to respond and is glaring at a spot on the floor. Must be something bad.
“So Chase, are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to find it out from some freshman, who caught the entire thing on camera? Please just tell me before I have to ask some creepy child who probably uses his camera to sneak into the girl’s locker room and take videos of us showering. Trust me, they have before.”
Chase lets out a sigh and looks up at me, his light blue eyes now look like a storm.
“It’s nothing. It was just a misunderstanding about football.” He shrugs as if it is no big deal, but I know other wise. You see, it’s his tell. You know, the one thing that happens to a person when they are lying. Chase’s is that his eyes become stormy. Jax’s is when he scratches the back of his neck. To be a great liar you have to know your tell. For me, me tell is that I a. avoid eye contact, which I have been able to correct and b. crack my knuckles. This one is harder to master, but most of the time, I have it under control.
This time, I will let this lie slide, so I can do some digging myself. One thing that you should know about me is that I hate when people don’t tell me the truth or don’t even tell me everything. I absolutely hate it! Jax does it to me all the time when it comes to things about social activities. He is one of the main reasons that I wanted to change. Before the big T (transformation) he and his friends were the talk of the school. Every girl wanted to bang them and every guy wanted to be them. All I ever wanted was for someone besides m closest friends to recognize me as Sawyer Hensick, a pretty rad girl who loves superhero movies and playing volleyball and not Sawyer Hensick, isn’t she somehow related to the Jax Hensick.
Most of my friends in freshman year, used me to be with my brother and his friends. One example is Sophia Whitbeck, Grade- A hoe bag now. We were best friends all through lower school and middle school, but over the summer after 8th grade, Sophia decided to trade in her overalls for short skirts and decided to bang her way to the top. Let’s just say our friendship ended when I found her in my brother’s room. Not a pretty sight.
I shiver as I think about that horrific event. “Sawyer, are you cold? I have a sweatshirt in my bag if your want it. I don’t even know why I even let you out of the house this morning in those clothes. They look like they barely even cover anything.” Jax says rifling through his bag and throwing me a maroon sweatshirt that says ‘Overbrook Football’ with his number on the back.
“Um..thanks I guess?” I respond and pull it over my head, as my stomach grumbles. God, I am so hungry, I could really go for a nice piece of pepperoni pizza.
“Let me guess. You were in such a rush to get here on time that you forgot to buy lunch.” Chase guesses. “Lucky for you, I bought a hamburger and then decided that I wanted pizza. So here you go.” He goes through his North Face bag until he pulls out his lunch and throws the hamburger at my face. I pull the burger out of the plastic wrapping and gobble down the dry piece of meat that is in need of being drowned in ketchup.
“Thanks Chase, you’re the bomb dot com.” For the rest of the forty minute detention session, the guys and I talked about everything from the weird snorting noise that Mr. Kline makes every three breaths to how they think Cara Delevingne looks super sexy in her new Victoria Secret Magazine spread. That was the one conversation that I had no part in. All in all I had fun. Who would’ve thought detention would be fun?
“Come on Sawyer, if we leave any later than now we will be late for you next class.” Jax says as he slings his back onto his shoulder and starts to walk out of the classroom, five minutes before detention is over. I follow his pursuit. Look at me, I’m so badass.
My afternoon class concluded of science and math. Both were pretty interesting. Thank god it didn’t have Home Ec today because I don’t know if I could have dealt with sitting in between Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee when there are knives involved. Finally it was time for volleyball.
Taylor and I make our way from our math room to the girls locker room. When arriving we are greeted by the sweet smell of Secret deodorants and Pink perfumes, unlike the boys’ locker room which smells of sweat and dying animals. I turn the knob on my locker and trade my clothes from today for my black Nike Pro spandex and my volleyball jersey from freshman year, surprisingly it still fits.
“Ok ladies, give me fifteen sets of suicides on the court and then set up the nets. Come on ladies, I don’t have all day!” Coach Dempsey shouts at us. After our fifteen suicides are done I am feeling warmed up and a tad bit tired. Taylor and I grab the polls to start putting up the nets and within 2 minutes we are ready to play.
The rest of practice consists of a lot of diving on my part and countless amounts of butterfly drills and I think I had to explain to the freshman girls how not to carry at least five times in the past five minutes.
“Nice job ladies! Practice is over! Get some sleep, drink plenty of water and bring more energy to next practice because you’ll need it. Sawyer may I please talk to you.” Coach Dempsey announced at the end of practice. Yup, I knew this talk was inevitable. The rest of the girls leave and soon it is just me and Coach on the court.
“Sawyer, I told you this before. You are the captain of this team. I will not tolerate you missing practice just for a party. I heard from the principal that you have detention for the next week due to inappropriate treatment towards Ms. Nelson. Sawyer, what happened to you, last year you would even step within 50 feet radius of that class room and now you willingly let yourself take responsibilities for other’s actions? I hope your transformation was worth you’re reliable record. I hope that this will not affect anymore of your academic or sports related commitments. That’s all that I have to say. Now go shower, you did good today.” She lectures as she ushers me towards the locker room.
After my shower, I meet my brother at the car and we go home. What a long and tiring day and I haven’t even started my double amount of homework yet. Not to mention that my dad and I have plans to watch and strategize about the volleyball game on tonight. Damn, Just my luck.
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Hey guys, sorry for the long wait! i've been so bust with camp and my job and summer homework and sports! I hope you enjoy this.
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