Opposites Attract || Hazel Callahan

♥ 02. Who the Fuck is David Fincher? ♥

The next day, Cristina walked into History, giving Hazel a small wave and smile, which the short haired brunette returned before taking her seat behind Brittany.

"Alright, kiddos, welcome back to class," Mr. G said to the class, leaning on his desk. "All right, check it out. Today I got a special lesson for all of you," he announced. Just then, Jeff barged into the class, panting and using crutches.

"What the hell," Cristina muttered as he hobbled his way to his seat, glaring at Josie and PJ. Cristina rolled her eyes as he tried to pass her desk, hopping on both legs instead of using one. Only Jeff could use crutches incorrectly, she thought to herself.

"Shouldn't you be limping? Like on one leg?" she remarked.

The quarterback paused and turned to her, hitting his head dramatically. "I should, shouldn't I," he said. "Thanks, Christy."

"It's Cristina," she replied.

"You're a real one," he added, poking her cheek.

"Stop touching me," she groaned, smacking his hand.

He chuckled in the arrogant way that he did. "Really, Christy, you're the best," he said, patting her on the head. She smacked his hand a second time, and he continued to his seat, this time hobbling much more believably on one leg.

"I heard it was those two untalented gays that beat Jeff up," Brittany said nonchalantly, looking at her and Isabel.

"I don't think he's actually hurt, but they did go to juvie, so who knows," Cristina shrugged. Brittany and Isabel looked at each other in surprise before turning back to Cristina.

"Wait, they were in juvie?" Isabel asked.

Cristina nodded, leaning her chin on her hand. "Yeah, over the summer they went to juvie and like ate shit and stuff... they're really fuckin' weird." The other two were just as taken aback by this information as Cristina was when Hazel first told her.

She turned around at the sound of glass breaking, seeing Jeff with a broken beaker in hand, using it to insinuate Josie was dead. "God damn it, Jeff. What the fuck," Mr. G called out. "Hey, you couldn't make that analogy with your fists?" he asked.

The PA chimed, "Hello, this is Principal Meyers with an important Huntington update. So listen to this, girl," the principal said. "Last night, outside the fair, a Huntington player followed me home, pinned me against my car, and punched me in the face. And now my face is totally fucked." Cristina grimaced as the girl recounted her attack. "We haven't faced the violence of Huntington for 20 years. They think they can get in our heads by picking on our weak and defenseless. Well, we can't let them break our spirit, folks. Keep your head in the game."

As Principal Meyers finished the announcements, the class went into a panic.

"Ugh. We're fucked," Cristina groaned, leaning her head on her desk.

"They're gonna pork us," Sylvia cried out from the back.

"I'm screwed," Hazel said anxiously.

Mr. G tried to calm the class to no avail. "Hey, hey, calm down just a little bit."

"Oh great, more violence. Just what this school needs," Tim said sarcastically as the bell rang.

Cristina lifted her head from her desk and packed her bag. As she stood, she dropped her stuff as a force fell on her, almost knocking her completely over. She looked to see Hazel leaning on her as Jeff walked past, crutch-free. She rolled her eyes; Jeff must have shoved Hazel out of his way. She looked at Hazel, whose body weight was almost completely on hers. Cristina's breath hitched as their faces were inches apart.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Hazel nodded, words seeming to be caught in her throat, her face reddening at the distance between them. The two stared into each other's eyes, Cristina's momentarily flickering down to Hazel's lips. She cleared her throat as Hazel pushed herself off Cristina with an awkward chuckle.

"Um, thanks for, you know, catching me," Hazel thanked.

"Yeah... yeah, no problem," Cristina replied. The two lingered for a second longer before Hazel began to leave.

"Okay, well... yeah," she said awkwardly before rushing out of the room.

Cristina took a deep breath and walked up to her friends, who were standing in front of Josie and PJ. "Excuse me," Cristina heard over the intercom. "Could the ugly untalented gays please report to the principal's office," Principal Meyers continued.

"Guess that's you guys," Brittany smiled before walking away with Isabel and Cristina in tow.

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Cristina stood at her locker, grabbing her books, when Hazel approached.

"Hey," Hazel greeted shyly.

"Hi," Cristina greeted back with a wide grin that seemed to only form around the girl.

"Um, so... would you be interested in joining this new club we're starting?" Hazel asked.

"Depends. What is it?" Cristina asked, closing her locker and leaning against it.

"Well, it's this self-defense club. With everything happening with Huntington, you know, we—well, I—figured this could be a great opportunity for us to build some female solidarity at the school," Hazel explained nervously.

Cristina looked at the girl in surprise. "That's actually really cool," she said.

"So, you're in?" Hazel asked hopefully.

"Yeah, count me in," Cristina confirmed, making Hazel smile.

"Perfect! Meet after school today in the gym. It's gonna be really fun, like David Fincher fun," Hazel said happily, beginning to walk away while still facing Cristina.

Cristina scrunched her brows in confusion before nodding along. "Totally, I love David Fincher," she agreed.

"Me too," Hazel replied brightly before turning the corner.

Once Hazel was out of sight, Cristina smiled at the spot where the short-haired girl had been, then furrowed her brows. "Who the fuck is David Fincher?" she mumbled to herself, making her way to her next class.