Inviting the Virgin: Dealing With the Aftermath (Old Version)

Eight :The Opposition:

A/N: Thanks for being patient over November when I was doing the nanowrite. Either way here is the next chapter. I admit that it isn't my best. I've deleted it an rewritten in so many times. I'll post likely be rewriting it in the future but for now this will have to do. 

-Thanks. 

"There is high tension in the crowd as the Barbie Malibu SUV silently heads towards Nancy bitch face's house. The only thing keeping the group from tearing each other apart is this announcer's commentary. Her gentle voice soothing them and encouraging them." Jordan continued to be the only one breaking the silence between these four wheels. Even if her replying to herself was getting annoying, she was telling the truth.

The tension between everyone was electric. People kept their elbows tuck in not wanting to touch each other. Even the silence spoke volumes. Each of us hated each other in one way or another.  

"Is that really necessary?" Stella, spat as she rounded a corner sharply. I watched as everyone slouched grabbing onto the vehicle to avoid being tossed around like a rag doll. Stella and Sandra drive rather a like. I guess I have two girls suited for being getaway drivers.

"I believe we have some static over this transmission. Pardon, ladies and gentle for the interruption. The only thing keeping the group from tearing each other apart is this announcer's necessary commentary," she clarified her statement. I felt the corner of my lip raise.

Throwing my head back I let it relax against the head rest. It felt too heavy for my shoulders to support at this moment. I watched from behind as Stella calmed her shoulders, ignoring Jordan and letting her commentary continue... it was better than sitting in silence.

"We have an unusual group of misfits here today." She was speaking like a forty year old man, throwing her voice; making it deeper.

"We have our evil ring leader, Stella Wells. Doug, what is Wells' batting average?" Jordan asked holding out a pretend microphone towards Holly, who was fully prepared to jump into Jordan's reality.

"Well, Jim," she cleared her voice. "Wells' has played a good seasons. She tends to clear the hallways with just a single glance. It's almost as if people slap their books out of their own hands." I couldn't help but let the smile grow across my face.

"Riding shot gun in Sandra McCoy. Her and Wells' used to play on the same team but there was some mishap, although it seems like tonight might be their last play together." Looking across the aisle I could see the smirk spreading across Zack's face. It was an expression that unfamiliar to me now.

"It seems like McCoy and Quinn have gotten together recently though doesn't it?" Holly yammered on as everyone listen in.

I felt like Jordan and Holly's babbling was our war song as we headed down the road towards a night that would make or break us... again.

"It certainly appears that way doesn't it, Doug." Jordan was more than eager to grab the pretend mic away from Holly.