Southern Charm [✓]

Chapter Three

Hello my lovelies!
I need to talk about three things this Author's Note, so this may be slightly long. My apologies.

1) I may not update at the usual time (half a week to a week from now) since I have stories on fanfiction that I haven't updated in a couple months, and I have readers on there too.
Plus, I'm a ninja and even though I can round-house most things, I can't kick Spanish conjugations. I'm resuming my Spanish class in a couple weeks and I need to do some serious reviewing.

2) Thank you to all my new fans! I know almost all of you are from Shelfari, so welcome to my slightly sadist mind workings! If you could recommend this story to your friends, I'll love you forever! =)

3) Only one commenter could figure out how they deal with jocks, so I am thinking you aren't as evil as I am. This could be good or bad...I have mixed feelings.
For one thing, you aren't planning on taking over the world (at least, I hope not) but for another thing, you can't possibly imagine what I'm planning.
Actually, on second thought, maybe it's a good thing you guys aren't evil...

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We ended up sitting right next to the jocks, per request of me and Jess. Dad gave us a frightened look before sitting down and vaguely warned Jimwhich I know was because of last time we saw some jocks. I've never seen them again. 

We definatly got the attention of the table over.
All part of the plan, I thought.
"Oh, hi Coach!"
Coach? My mind ran through all sorts of possible candidates, which didn't take long considering there were only two possibilities sitting nearby.
I bet Jim is the Coach. Well, I guess that makes sense.
"Hi boys," Aha! My suspicions were confirmed.
"So, what are you ladies doing here?"
Ha, seems as though they just noticed us.
But, we completely ignored them.

One thing I think just about everyone has noticed is that jocks hate to be ignored. In fact, some may loath the feeling, which is exactally why we're doing it.

"Are they deaf?" I heard someone whisper, and I smirked, glancing at Jess, who I noticed was smirking too.
I pretended to sign, but it looked like I was flapping my arms all around. Jess nodded enthusiastically and made flapping motions with her hands.
"Nah," someone whispered back. "They're retarded."
I raised my eyebrow at Jess, who nodded back. I glanced at Jim and Dad, who were looking at both of us in a "are you alright in the head?" way. I just smiled widely at them and me and Jess crounched down in the seat so no one could see us.
Jess counted down with her hands from three to one as we laughed silently. When all her fingers were in a fist, we popped up, earning a couple yelps from unsuspecting jocks sitting right in front of where our heads popped up and weird looks from the ones on the wall seat.
"We are not deaf or retarted, you tools." I whisper-yelled, not wanting to risk gaining the attention of anyone else around us.

One of the jocks right in front of us tipped a non-exsistant hat and in a British accent, apologised. "My apologies, m'ladies." I guess I brought this on with my British insult.
I smiled; maybe jocks don't have to be ecogistical jerks. "You are fogiven." then I glared at the rest of them, even Drew, "You, on the other hand, are not."
Drew smiled. "Aw, come on Em. You know you like me."
I gave him a flat look, even though I totally did. "Yeah, you keep thinking that, Jerky McJerkface."
The fake British guy snorted. "Ah, Governer, I believe you've been burned."

I smiled at him again. "You're growing on me." I put my hand off of the seat by my thigh and stuck it out. "I'm Emalie Jackobson, but you can call me Em."
He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it like a true English guy. "Logan Stevens. Nice to meet ya, Em."
Jess brought her hand out as well. "Jessica Smith, Jess to my friends."
Logan kissed her hand too. "Nice to meet you, Jess."
She grinned at the nickname. "You too, Loge."
I looked at her. "Totally stealing the nickname, Jess."
She looked appaled. "You wouldn't dare." She put a hand to her heart dramatically.
I smirked. "Oh, I would."
"Are ya'll fighting over lil ol' me?" Logan asked.
We both turned to him. "Nope, Loge." I said, popping the 'p' and smirking as the nickname left my mouth.
Jess opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by a super-chipper voice that quite frankly hurt my ears. "Hi, ya'll! I'm Sandy and I'll be serving you today. Are ya'll read to order?"
I turned my head to glare at the waitress, who looked like a prep. Aw great. A prep. I hate them with a burning passion.
I don't think the jocks, excluding Logan, liked our ignoring game, so I think they'll try to get our attention later. But right now, I'm ordering my deliciously nutritious meal.
"Hi, I'll take a bacon cheeseburger and a medium lemonade, please." Ah, bacon: the world's most delicious substance. You know, I bet I could live off of bacon. I'd weigh like four hundred pounds, but it could happen.

Everyone else ordered and, thank the lord, Sandy left without any complications.
"I don't like her." Jess announced. My Jess, always the optimpist.
I laughed at her bluntness. "I don't like the prep either, but maybe she's a nice person."
"Yeah, no. You're just too nice for your own good."
I gave her a blank look. "Since when am I "too good for my own good"?"
She mimicked my expression. "Have you noticed that you always say "please", even to the prep? Or that you must ask your Dad before you do anything?"
I scoffed at her, but couldn't come up with anything to say back. I actually did do all that stuff. Maybe I was too good for my own good?
I heard the jocks, Jim and Dad start up a conversation about, you guessed it, football. Turns out, Dad was the quarterback on his high school team. I guess you learn something new everyday.

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Comment Challenge:
What's the weirdest thing you and your bestie have done?

The weirdest thing me and my bestie have done is had a dance party by ourselves in the backyard around midnight while she was over for a sleepover.