Matt

Chapter 18- The Tournament part 1

This week was going way too slowly. That's all I had to say about that. I desperately wanted it to be Saturday already. Obviously, this meant that it was definitely not Saturday right now. Hell, it wasn't even Friday. It was only Tuesday! Dammit, I want this week to end!

Why did I want it to end so badly? Simple. I was still loathing the fact that not only did I have to help the barely sane Serena with the setting up and promoting of this Friday's fundraiser, I had to actually participate in it! I'm sure you remember by now that we're having a good old-fashioned mud wrestling tournament. Well, technically it's a mini-tournament, unless by some unholy summoning that Serena manages to convince more people to also take part in it.

Fortunately, most of the students in this school are entirely rational people and would never dare humiliate themselves for the sake of the club. Of course, it's perfectly within Serena's capability to try and blackmail some of them. I hope she doesn't do that.

I flung my pen into the air and tried to catch it, bored out of my mind. I was successful and decided to toss it in the air again. This time, I missed, and the pen bounced off my fingers and landed on my lap. I barely managed to catch it before it landed on the floor.

I felt a pen or pencil poke me from behind, a clear indication that a certain commander in chief wanted my attention. I leaned my head back as far as I could until her sharp, glowing orbs met my own. "What's up?"

She then poked my nose with her pen, making me wonder if it was being marked with ink. "Makes sure you talk to those other two during lunch."

"Yeah, yeah I know," I answered as I sat back up and rubbed my nose. I checked my finger to make sure that there was no ink on it. I didn't see any ink on my finger, so I had hoped that my nose went unmarked. Why couldn't she use her finger or something? I remembered a few times I've had to use a spot remover on my shirts because she got ink on them. It's so annoying.

When fourth period class was finished, I got together with Tony and Bobby for our daily ritual of eating lunch together. To be honest, since I already knew that Tony would freak out when I told him that we were going to have him judge a mostly all-girls mud wrestling contest, so I decided I was going to mess with him.

"Yo, Matt. How's life going for you?" asked Tony while opening the top to his lunch box. "Got any exciting adventures lined up between you and "you-know-who."

By now, I should be used to his teasing, but it still irks the hell out of me. Nevertheless, the answer to his question was, "Yes."

"Oh, I see," Tony said as he winked at me.

Just calm down. Soon enough I'll make him pay for his teasing.

"Where to?" Tony asked.

"The club is going to the city next weekend. Serena's hatched some insane plan to try and publicly humiliate a guy named Charlie Wilds."

"Who?" asked Tony stupidly. Figures he wouldn't know who he was.

"Never mind," I said in slight annoyance. "It's not important who he is or why she thinks he's such a threat to her. What matters now is the fact that we need money for the trip."

"How're you going to get the money for that?" asked Bobby.

"We're holding a fundraiser this Friday."

Tony gave an evil smile when he heard this. "Ah, fundraiser, huh? Are you guys going to sell revealing picks of Clara?"

"Nope."

"Are you going to have some kind of drawing where the winner gets a kiss right on the lips from Clara?"