Chapstick Boi

9 - Talentless Lesbian

Nearby fabric shifts behind me, "I don't know..." a soothing voice continues in correct key, their breath smelling of mint.

Adjusting my head to better accommodate the dancer I recognised earlier for her feather light walking style. Leaning over my shoulder her cheekbones a mere inch from mine, her ginger plait tickles my exposed collarbone.

"...can you repeat, the, ques-tion?" I add attempting to sing my best. She returns my ecstatic smile, butterflies alive in my abdomen. Together in a faint whisper we sing the rest energetically playing invisible drums.

"You're not the boss of me now, you're not the boss of me now, you're not the boss of me now and you're not so big." We aren't star quality however, my heart skips a beat wondering if I should stop then deciding against it, luckily.

"...you're not the boss of me now and you're not so big. Dunnnnn. Life, is, un-fair." She takes the higher octave while I dive deeper. It was the perfectest moment of the day.

Ms Smith's babbling is white noise, Jayden's head pivots on my shoulder when I turn as if his temples are bolted to my skin. The dancer's half smirk makes me swoon, glorious freckles spot her pale skin.

"You're a Malcolm in the Middle fan?" I ask pleasantly surprised. I learned long ago never to judge a book by it's cover, no matter how appealing it is.

She had essence of Rhea Maguire but eyes an amber brown shade and softer features that appear less bitchy. "Of course I am, that show is my childhood. I try to record all the reruns I can." Oh God she has a pure Irish accent.

"Same here, I feel like the 'Dewey' of my family all the time." I say avoiding direct eye contact. It's a problem of mine, when someone is so stunning to behold I'm too scared to look them in the eyes. Jayden pokes fun at this all the time.

"I always had a soft spot for the idjit brother Reese, compare my sister Rhea, to 'im alot, but Hal's gotta be my favourite." Rhea?

"I know." I respond far too quickly and chirpy. I am despicable.

"You girls alright back there?" Ms Smith circles a lasso in the air around us from where she stood five paces away. "Sorry Nickel." The Irish dancer holds up a hand in apology after speaking.

Hang on, the way she said that, I think we've met before at student, teacher meetings and other school events. She had said, as I recall, "I don't understand the hate everyone has for Nickleback, what the hell did they do that was so bad?"

Yes, I remember.

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Hang on, Ms Smith's name is Nickel? Nickel Smith? If only her parents decided to name her Lockie or Lock for short... Black would've been hilarious.

Nickel averts her gaze continuing to drone on. What's her name again? Dani? Temy? "Psst, Jordan." Tracing the sounds to a disapproving Rhea who passes a notepad my way transffered among several hands.

"Careful with Demi, if she's bothering you, feel free to tell her to piss off." Undeniably her cursive handwriting the blunt delivery astounds me even if she didn't say it to my face.

Yeesh, sibling rivalry I'm guessing. Stuffing the paper in my pocket before anyone caught sight of it, "Sorry 'bout that, womans got ears better than a falcon." Demi's warm breath fans my ear to which I grin lopsided, "S'okay, at least now I have a song in my head to pass the time."

I steal the quickest of glances, our eyes meet for a second but breaks when Jayden snort chokes himself conscious, eyelids drugged and sclera red rimmed. "Did I miss anything important?" He asks groggily.

"Nah, but you got a boner while you slept." Hands whip to his fly zipper as if he was zapped, reeling a pissed off expression my way once he realises my lie, "Made you look." The words leave the side of my mouth as I contain a quivering smile.

"...alright that's about everything, you should all be well informed now, so," Another silence cutting clap, "whose ready to interchange between Dance, Drama and Music?" She cups her ears awaiting a never arriving response.

Interchange? How is that supposed to work, I dance like I have two backwards right feet worse than someone with two left feet and my singing would earn complaints from the dead.

"Is this a prank?" I ask, a content Jayden nodding to answer Nickel's question.

"Of course not, weren't you listening? Two weeks Drama, then for two weeks we dabble in Music before spending the last two in Dance or however they organise the roster."

He's been asleep for the last seventy minutes how has he caught on so quick? "Fat chance in hell." I exclaim in a strained whisper. He asks inclining his head in idle curiousity, "Why d'you say that?" 

"Because I'm a talentless Lesbian, why else do you think I've been single for so long?"