Gossip goes down in Math Class

Chapter 1.1 Monday

Intro: I wrote a different version of this a few months ago and this time I’m trying to rewrite it in story form. Anyway, the story’s format is made to show snapshots of the lives of various characters. (A lot of characters are going to be going on in the story. Just warning you now so you can be prepared lol! )  I guess to be really weird and vague; it’s about how things the characters do affect other characters (gossip/lying/plotting/ etc). Thus creating a huge web of delicious scandal and drama that is fun to write and hopefully read.  I’m just trying this rewrite out for the first time so I can’t guarantee its great but I hope you like it. Let me know if you do and any comments too. Cool, thanxs!

~~Amelia Stine~~

Amelia Stine walked through the doors of South Ridge High School once again feeling like she was on top. Which of course she was. Her picture smiled from various club, charity, and sports team photos hung along the school walls. And in each photo she wore the same generic smile, each time did the same exact pose, and every time proved to her family of prestigious surgeons, lawyers, and businessmen, that she deserved a place among them and was not a poorly calculated mistake. She was on every academic honor roll and was always one of the first to be called to receive her plaque. Amelia was driven and determined. She had her whole map to success carefully planned out, nothing could stop her with her perfect grades and spotless history. And then she bumped into him, the one little smudge on her otherwise pristine record. Amelia looked up and frowned.

~~Eric Teller~~

Eric Teller whipped around, ready to destroy whoever had dared to bump into him. He’d been on the verge of landing a deal with Max Allens, a shaggy haired lanky kid from his Economic’s class, just as some idiot had stumbled into him and nearly given them both a heart attack. Max had that “deer in headlights look” which Eric knew meant that he was ready to bolt. Eric figured he’d better deal with the bumbling klutz before his paying customer, who was already nervous to begin with, chickened out and fled. “You dumb son of a bitch,” Eric barked, all revved up to tear the poor S.O.B’s heart out. “Don’t you see I’m fucking working here? I...” Eric stopped mid sentence, completely surprised by the lovely brown eyes looking angrily up at him.

          “I see your vocabulary hasn’t changed one bit.”  

  “Amelia.” Eric said, a smile playing across his lips and seeping into his voice. His vicious anger was already draining out of him just at the sight of her. Amelia Stine was a 5 foot nine beauty. She had chocolate skin, shiny wavy black hair, and long, thick charcoal lashes that surrounded her perfectly seductive almond eyes. She had a killer body too, which he knew about from first hand experience  *wink* *wink*. Amelia was a beauty that anyone with eyes could not deny.

 In her other accomplishments, unbeknownst to her, was the honorary spot she held on the guys’ locker room list of the top ten hottest chicks in school. He remembered he had cast his vote for her very eagerly this year during second period gym. To Eric she could have been some sort of angel, if it wasn’t for the brainiac, control freak, psycho “claw your face off to succeed” over achiever part of her. 

 “Eric.” Amelia said, her frown deepening. 

 Eric’s smile broaden into one of those Cheshire cat smiles that made him look like he had fangs instead of teeth, which was something he often did when he was especially excited. A lot of people around school found this smile to be kind of intimidating and a little bit creepy, but dared not tell him that.  He was just about to say something to her when he remembered Max. “Excuse me for a minute,” He said, still smiling. “You caught me in the middle of a very important exchange.” Eric turned away from Amelia and back to address Max. However Max was already gone, running down the hallway at full speed, looking nervously at them over his shoulder. 

     “Allens!” Eric barked. “Where the hell are you going!? I thought we had a deal here!”

 “Sorry Eric,” Max called back, still hightailing it. “I can’t get busted again! My mom’ll send me to military school!” 

“Come on man,” Eric cried. “I got new stuff this week! Frickin 25% off, it’s a deal!”

But Max was already around the corner and then the 5 minute warning bell was ringing, alerting students to get to class. “Damn it Amelia!” Eric said turning back to her. 

However, she was already hurrying off in the other direction; no doubt to make sure her perfect attendance record was not tarnished by a tardy.

~Barney Smith~~

 Barney Quincy Smith slammed the door to Ms. Finkle’s classroom so hard that he was sure it must have rattled the teeth of everyone inside. “Good,” Barney thought. “Hope it knock every one of the broad’s teeth out.” 

Barney’s morning had started off well enough. He had woken up with his usual stale breath and hungry stomach. This wasn’t anything new, since Barney had almost never met a junk food he didn’t like, and brushing his teeth wasn’t something he did on the regular. Most moments of the day didn’t pass for Barney without images of French fries and Big Macs dancing through his head. Except this morning was slightly different than the ones that had come before it. Barney had awaken this morning to feel a hunger stronger then before. So when he went to the Walgreens on his way to school, he decided to steal three bean burritos in addition to his usual stuff.  

After he’d slipped out and started his long walk to South Ridge, Barney found that he was in a good mood.  During his walk, Barney had finished off two of the bags of Dorritos that he had stolen from the Walgreens, and all three of the burritos he had taken as well. The burrito’s brown bean goop had splattered across his face and fingers while he was devouring them, and he had tossed the wrappers over his shoulder as he went. He hadn’t been at the least surprised by his ferocious appetite. He was a bigger boy, 5 foot 9 and almost two hundred pounds. He couldn’t help if he needed more food than the average twiglet. 

When he finally arrived at school, he had just wiped the last of the bean grime from his mouth and fingers with a wet wipe from his pocket.  He’d gone inside and gave his usual greeting to his boys Jamal, Jarius, and Devon by their customary meeting spot near the Cafeteria doors. It was still early so they’d talked and walked around the school, staring other guys down and checking out girls who walked by. When all of a sudden Ms. Finkle was standing right in their path, demanding that Barney to follow her to her classroom. Barney had been sure it was about the stuff he’d been selling. Coach Slacker, his fifth period math teacher, had probably stopped honoring their arrangement and ratted him out or something.  But then he’d heard what Ms. Finkle  really had to tell him, and it had nothing to do with his deal with Coach Slacker at all.  

He was failing her literature class! Failing it! This would mean a third F on his report card and would almost certainly result in being kicked off the football team; the only thing he actually cared about when it came to school. Now he was trudging off to class, late as usual-wanting to skip- but knowing that Ms. Finkle had already buzzed ahead to his first period teacher that he would be on his way.  In a sudden boiling  fury he punched a locker full force, succeeding in denting the flimsy locker door inward and breaking it off its rusty hinges.

“Hey man.” 

A smooth voice disrupted Barney’s Ms. Finkle filled rage. He looked up and saw Eric Teller staring at him. Eric was at least six foot two or maybe three from what Barney could judge and seemed to tower over him. Eric was a white guy with blonde hair and deep green emerald eyes that many girls around their school found appealing. There was also a jagged white scar on the eyebrow above his left eye that gave him a vaguely intimidating appearance; which Barney couldn’t help but be creeped out by whenever he saw him. He was a lean guy but obviously muscular, and  one could see at least two tattoos on his right forearm arm. Barney didn’t hang out with any white guys, because he didn’t feel like he could relate to them, and many times he just felt like they were straight up lame. But Eric was an exception though, he wasn’t like the other Jonas Brother white guys Barney saw walking around the school, not even close. The guy was the real deal, tough, showed no fear, and seemed to have done, seen, and known things that even the supposedly hardest guys in school didn’t. To be truthful, Barney thought the guy was a little scary. Not because the guy had ever tried to do anything to him in specific, he wasn’t any punk himself, but just because he seemed like he had something wicked in his eyes.

“Hey.” Barney said, dropping his fist.

“Upset?” Eric asked him.