Frames and the Rockette
Copyright 2012
Chapter 1: Delinquents Should Not Be Given Slushies
Dylan:
I remember exactly what I was wearing when I met JT. He would laugh if I told him, but there’s a good reason I do. I remember because my favorite skirt was ruined by flying objects from JT’s car.
Leah, Sienna, and I were coming out of a Youth Group meeting, waiting for Shane to pick us up so we could hit the movies before Xander and Liam got back from their three-week long lacrosse seminar. Shane was late, as usual. Sienna had just brought out her phone to call him when a dark red Mustang zoomed by us, and a slushy flew out the half-open passenger side window and exploded on the group by my feet, drenching my legs and skirt. The car skidded to halt, sending up dust and dirt that held tight to my already damaged clothes.
Leah stomped to the car and angrily tapped on the passenger side window. It lazily opened the rest of way to reveal a boy with dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes.
“Watch how hard you tap, girl,” the boy said. “I was coming out anyway.”
“You’d better had,” Leah growled. “And you’d better have been ready to apologize for running my best friend’s skirt.”
The boy stepped out of his car, and ran a tanned hand through his hair. “Which one did I ruin?”
“Mine!” I said angrily. “You threw a slushy at it!”
He seemed to study me. “I don’t see a difference,” he said, sounding bored.
“What you’re going to be seeing is the dry cleaning bill,” Sienna called from her phone conversation with her twin.
The boy held up his hands defensively. “What’s with all the hostility, firecrackers? It’s just a skirt.”
“It’s not just a skirt,” Leah huffed. “Her boyfriend is coming back from a lacrosse seminar tonight and she needs to look perfect.”
The boy rolled his dark eyes just as Shane pulled up in his black car. The windows were down, and Coldplay song blasted from the stereo.
“You guys wait inside,” I said. “I’ll take care of this.”
Leah and Sienna glared at the boy until they slid into Shane’s car and closed the windows. I faced the boy.
“Who are you, anyway? I’ve never seen you at youth group, or anywhere in this neighborhood.”
“That’s because I never go. Never been to church. I don’t live around here, nor do I want to.” I raised my eyebrows expectantly. “And my name’s JT. JT Rockette.”
“Dylan Mclean,” I replied, sticking out a hand. “And youth group is fun. You should stop by and—,"
“Well, Dylan,” he interrupted, ignoring my outstretched hand, “can you just tell me how much I ‘owe’ you for the skirt, ‘cause I have somewhere to be.”
I put my hands on my hips, about to make a retort, when I noticed how uncomfortable he looked being so close to the church. He kept shuffling his feet, and avoiding any eye contact with the church or me. “Forget about the skirt,” I said. “It’s fine.”
He didn’t respond as I walked to Shane’s car and slid into the front seat.
“I hope you let him have it,” Leah said as soon as I got into the car.
“Seriously, Dyl, delinquents should not be given slushies,” Sienna added, changing the radio station. Shane turned it back, and they proceeded to have a slap fest.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied, putting on my seatbelt. “Let’s just go to my house so I can change before Xander and Liam get back.” I ignored their looks of disbelief as Shane drove off from the curb.
JT:
I got in my Mustang and started the engine. I only realized I hadn’t moved from my makeshift parking spot when my loud phone started buzzing seven minutes later.
I fumbled for my phone and answered the call. “Hello?”
“Dude, where the hell are you?” Carson’s voice broke through my jumbled thought process. “We’re about to start the movie!”
“I’m on my way,” I said back, putting my car into drive.
“What’s taking you so damn long anyway?”
“I was ambushed by Dylan McLean’s crazy friends.”
“Why?”
“I think it involved a skirt, a slushy and a lacrosse seminar? I don’t even know. I’ll tell you when I get there.” I hung up and kicked my car into action.
As I zoomed to Carson’s house, I kept thinking about Dylan McLean. She wasn’t pushy about her religion, but I could tell already that she was being groomed that way. I hoped I never saw her and her insane friends again.
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