Motorcycle Girl

Chapter 2

"So are you ready for your tryout today?" Grant asks as we enter the guidance office.

I nod. Smirking, I add," Let's see how badly I kick your ass though." He only chuckles. "We'll see about that, newbie." I roll my eyes.

"Newbie, here, has a name."

Immediately, Mrs. Peterson,the guidance lady, spots us and waves us over.

"Hello, darling! Welcome to our wonderful school. I'm assuming you are," she rustles some papers on her desk," Blithe Lampel?" Mrs. Peterson smiles. I smile and nod.

"Yes ma'am. That's me." She hands me a medium Manila envelope which I take.

"In that envelope you will find your schedule, lunch information, student I.D, a map of the school, a list of the various clubs, and your volleyball information.

Coach Marks wanted me to remind you that your tryout is today right after school. You are to head into the locker room and wear the appropriate jersey assigned at your previous school. Do you still have it?"

I nod and she continues. "You will wear that and the appropriate shorts. I believe you have those as well. At two-fifteen, Coach Marks will start your tryout. Do be on time, dear. You have fifteen minutes to change and get yourself ready." Mrs. Peterson clasps her hands together. "Well, best of luck and I hope you have a wonderful day sweetie! It was nice meeting you!"

After we leave Guidance, I open the envelope and take out my schedule. Before I can take a good look at it, Grabt snatches it from my hands and analyzes it. I see him smile.

"Well, newbie, we have first through lunch together. So first through fourth period. And then we have seventh period and volleyball,if you make it, together." He hands me my schedule.

"You want a tour?"

The first thing I hear in my seventh period is a wolf whistle. The second,"Hey babe. You need a tutor 'cause I can teach you a few things." I roll my eyes and head towards, Ms. Vallard. She's my "new" creative writing teacher. She turns to me with a smile.

"Hey! You must be Blithe! I'm Ms. Vallard. Would you like to introduce yourself?" She is sitting on a metal stool behind her teacher's podium.

I nod."Sure," I walk to the front of the room where everyone can see me." Obviously I'm Blithe. Uh, I can already tell you," I pointed to Tutor Question Dude,"Are a douche bag." The class erupts in laughter and snickers and the boy shrinks in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. "Whatever," he mutters.

"Any questions?" A few hands go up.

I point to a petite girl with light brown hair and she lowers her hand.

"Who showed you around school?"

"Grant Stevens. He's okay but if his head gets any larger I think it'll pop." She giggles as I whisper the last part. I notice a few girls have narrowed their eyes at me. Hey sorry for taking your dream man honey! I didn't ask for him so don't get your thong in a twist. It's already shoved up your fat ass.

The next question is from a boy near Tutor Question Dude.

"What made you transfer?" I'd give him about an eight on the attractive scale. Let's call him Josh for right now.

"Volleyball. My old team got cut so Coach Marks offered me a tryout for the guys' team." I smirk as his eyes, along with his little buddies,(including T.Q. Dude) widen.

"So are you any good?" He cocks his head slightly.

"I'd would think so. But I have a question for you." I take a step forward. "You know where the gym is?"