Dakota Season (On Hold)

Chapter one, 9-1-1

  Ever wonder what that sound you hear when you fall asleep at night? Boy I sure wish I knew what it is. I can tell you though that I am more confused and concerned about what I saw one morning in my room. Wait better words to describe it is who was in my room. Hi I am Mona Patterson and this is my story. Ok maybe I should start at the beginning.
It all started about a month ago. A very long month. Mainly the day that Dakota Moons broke up with his girlfriend. You see I never back out of a dare or bet. You might see where this is going.
As I walked into the dull light of the high school cafeteria, my mind wasn't in place as I walked past a group of high heeled juniors making their way to the bathroom. Probably to gossip about who knows what and to put on even more makeup. Even though I'm a girl and I'm a senior in high school I never really cared for that stuff. Guess you can just call me a tomboy.
I finished making my way to the lunch line to be meet up with my best friend Cameron Flynn. I looked at him up and down. He has a new look each day. Today he was dressed in a baggy black shirt and black ripped jeans.
"Going for the goth look?" I ask him as he turns around to face me. He shakes his head. "Oh I know," I say while snapping my fingers. "You're bringing back that straight edge look from freshmen year!"
He shivers at the memory of him protesting against students eating smarties. "Uh no. I was going for the I don't care how I dress look." That might explain the unpleasant aroma coming from his shaggy auburn hair. "So what are you going to eat for lunch? It doesn't look like there is anything eatable."
Cameron moved here back in middle school. He liked my nerdy tomboyish ways, and I liked his silly weird ways. We have been friends ever since. He made those days when I just wanted to lock myself in my bedroom with a book, into happy days filled with video games and talks about baseball.
Today was one of those days minis the video games. I let out a groan as I smell the stench of meatloaf and pumpkin spice. I looked at a blob on my tray and sure right there was what looked liked meatloaf with a crusted surface.
Cameron and I walked over to our normal seats. The cafeteria started to fill up fast. Too fast! I looked around the table to see my normal group of friends. Well as normal as we can get. Which is not really normal.
To my right was my second best friend Mason Link. He was wearing his usual school hoodie. To my left sat Cameron, and the rest of the table was filled with my other friends. I looked around the cafeteria to see the school stereotypes. The jocks, the preps, nerds, drama geeks, populars, the usual loner, and then there was us a group of teens that was a mix of each group.
"Hello?" I hear a female voice coming from Mason's pants pocket. "Hello sir what's your emergency?"
"Uh Mason your phone..." I tried to say, but I was cut off.
"Oops I think I might have butt called 9-1-1." Mason spoke softly. Mason really? "Um hello?" Silence "yes well I actually didn't mean to call... I just." Silence again. "Yes Ma'am. I know." He moved the phone away from his ear. You could hear the lady scream at the other end of the line. "Yes ma'am." He turns off his phone and faced us. "Guess what?" He asks sarcastically.
"Hey it was Steven Spielberg in the gym with a musket." Everyone turned over to look at the only blonde guy in the group. Even though he was a blonde he was pretty smart... And hot.
His name is Evan Night. His sky blue eyes is what gets him a lot of girls. I guess you could call him the popular in the group, but like me he is also a film geek.
"Uh Evan I don't think that was it." A girl with long neon blue hair stated as she sat down next to him. Her name is Jasmine Conners, but we all call her Jazz. "Who knows it could have been Donald Trump. Right Mason?"
"Well yeah, but.." His voice started to trail off. "She told me to never call unless it was a real emergency."
"Hold on just a sec." Everyone faced Evan once more. "Jazz says it could be Trump and I'm the crazy one?"
Suddenly one of the boys in the group stood up. It was a brown haired guy with dark crimson bangs. His name? Joshua Holder. "Ladies and gents of the Storm Greene High School (SGHS) cafeteria. The president of the United States of America should not be President Trump." Silence rains over the group. Mainly for Joshua to have drama into the conversation. "But indeed it should be.. Snoopy! Why you may ask?"
"Yes why?" We all say to him to let him know we we're growing annoyed. This is what get from Joshua being in the drama club.
"Yes the reason why.. The reason why?" He tries to find an answer. His eyes light up so we know he had found one. "Because he can get a point across with out even speaking. I'm Joshua Holder and I approve this message.
The group starts to be filled with dramatic claps. Plus a few dog like yips coming from Mason and Evan. For them being my friends they sure are crazy. I wonder where they get it from. Hehehe!
"So Mona what class do you have next?" Joshua asks me when he started to sit down. Some people in the group calls him a stalker. The reason why is because he likes to know a lot of things about some girls and guys.
"Georgia Studies." Mason and I say in sync. We had the same class.. So it wasn't weird that he knew. "Also known as a way to start the zombie take over." I added as a French fry was thrown at my head.
I turned to look at the phyco who did it. Joshua was plain guilty. "Joshua Brennan Holder. Never ever waste food." I tell him sternly. There are two main things that I love in the world, and they are baseball and food.
Joshua gave me puppy dog eyes. "Aww Mona it was only one fry." I gave him my coldest glare. "C'mon Mona you know you love me." Everyone stared at him. He used the L word.
I placed my chin between my pointer finger and my thumb. Joshua smirked at me. He knew the answer. "Hmm. Do I?" I smirked myself as his grew into a smile. "I don't think so."
We kept starring at each other. He placed his elbows on the table, and so did I. We were in a full stare off. He stuck his bottom lip out, so did I.
We cut our stare off short as we hear someone cough. "Will you guys stop making goo-goo eyes at each other?" I then notice that the voice isn't coming from anyone at the table, but from behind me. "It's hard to see my girlfriend's brother make love sick eyes at some geek."
I turned around to see the worst. Dakota Moons. Also known and Raina Holder's 'boyfriend'. Raina and I used to be friends until the six grade. She's still nice and all, but we just went into two total different social groups. Dakota how ever is mean and is a big flirt. I guess you could say we never got along. And never will.
"Hello Dakota. What brings you here?" Jazz asks. Me and Cameron sends her too much of a death glare. "What?" Cam and I just shrug. Cameron, Joshua, and I are the only ones in the group who sees Dakota for what he really is.
Dakota shoves Cameron to the seat next to him. Pour Cameron. Wait pour me. If Dakota is any closer to me he would be in my lap. "You know just wanted to talk with Evan about something."
"And letting your ego mess with Joshua's and I's minds." I add, but then I shut my mouth knowing that I was in for a lot.
Dakota gave me a cold look. "Aww bite me." Joshua lets out a soft chuckle trying not to laugh. Me and Dakota both give him a dirty look. "So Evan can I talk to you?"
  Evan got up and both him and Dakota left. I may have forgotten to say this, but Dakota and Evan are best friends. You know the whole thing about you cry, I cry. You hurt I hurt. You laugh I laugh. You smile I smile. You jump of a bridge... I will meet you at the bottom in a paddle boat saving your stupid ass. Well that is basically talking about them.
  "You know what? I think they're gay together." Joshua says breaking the silencer hat I noticed that was over the group. A small fist then punched him in the arm. "Ouch!!!"
  Joshua faced the short girl that was next to him. "Joshua Evan is not gay." I looked at the girl her name was Clare I think. She just moved here and she already formed a crush on Evan. "They are just friends."
"Sure and I'm black mailing the tooth fairy." Joshua states right before I smack my hand over his mouth. This gave Clare sometime to make a point about Evan being homo or not.
"Shh Joshua. Let me tell you that's one fairy you don't want to mess with." I say to him. I could feel something brush against my hand. That weirdo licked me! I let go of him as I start to clean it off. "You psyhco."
"I'm the psyhco? After all we been through and I'm the psyhco? I took a marshmallow to the head for you." Joshua said making it sound he was hurt. He was a drama king alright. "If anything I'm a freaking weirdo..." Silence. "Or a lovable oddball." Oh I know a lovable weirdo.
"So guys I'm having a party tonight. Who's coming to it?" Cameron questions is as he picks at his meatloaf. Cameron has a party at the end of every month. So just think of how many drunk teens I had to help kick out of his house. You know before his parents (the cops) showed up.
  But of corse all of us raised our hands. We always help clean up after words. Well that's if we are sober at the time. I mainly get drunk by truth, dare, or drink. At least I'm the happy oddball drunk. Joshua on the other hand is the don't mess with me drunk, or the I want to get laid by every girl in the room drunk.
  "So who is going to get the word out?" Cameron and Mason say in unison. Beeps and chimes the filled the room.
  "Done." Jazz says with a forming grin. Jazz is the one that you can find on any kind of social media. So she was the one to get the word spread out through the school.

A/N
Sorry if it was a crappy chapter. This is my first story.