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"DID I OR did i not tell you it was pointless? everyone knows they could never score a date with her." michael said, not noticing how cameron's eyes wandered over to two certain people behind him.
"patrick, i swear to god!" juliet exclaimed, trying to grasp the butterfly knife out of his hands. "let me have a go!"
"no, cherry, you'll hurt yourself." he told her with a playful smirk.
"ok, and?" she giggled, still trying to pry the weapon out of his hands, only for him to lightly slap her wrist and have the same gesture returned.
"hey, hey, what about him?" cameron pointed out to the boy sat on the next desk. michael turned his head to see, then sharply snapped it back round to face his new friend.
"him? no, don't...don't look at him, ok? he's a criminal. i heard he lit a state trooper on fire. he just did a year in san quentin."
"well, at least he's horny." cameron laughed.
"i'm serious, man. he's whacked. he sold his own liver on the black market for a new set of speakers."
"doesn't matter, they look like they'd be good together."
"yeah, and it's fucking weird. the psychopath and everyone's favourite girl being smitten with each other — couple of the fucking year." the new boy looked back towards patrick and juliet. the 'psychopath' (as michael said) had now lit a cigarette using the bunsen burner, only for it to be snatched off him by the brunette girl sat next to him, and put out in his dissection tray.
"he's our guy." patrick looked in their direction, making the two kids look away in fear. he started to play with the fire on the bunsen burner to intimidate him, causing cherry to let out a snicker.
the sound of the bell echoed throughout the building, signalling for the students to go to their next lesson. the two boys watched as juliet bid goodbye to patrick before heading to her next lesson.
"we have wood tech with him now, we'll ask him then." and so the pair followed the scary boy to their classroom, wandering over to their desks and devising a plan as to who would to all to him.
that plan being who won the game of rock, paper, scissors.
"shit." the new boy cursed as he realised he had lost. he took a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves. he walked over to patrick, grasping his french book tightly in his sweaty palms. "hi. how you doin'? listen, i..."
his speech is suddenly cut off by the sound of a drill, and the shaggy, raven-haired boy's intimidating glare. cameron looks down, only to see that patrick was drilling a hole in his french textbook, the one that he bought specifically for bianca. "okay. later, then."
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michael stuck his eye through the large hole in his friend's french textbook, before pulling away from it and sighing. "how do we get him to date cherry?"
"well, they're already friends, so it can't be that hard. i mean, uh, we could pay him, but we don't have any money." cameron sat down as he took a sudden interest in his fingernails.
"yeah, well, what we need is a backer."
"what's that?"
"someone with money who's stupid." the two boys begin to think, snapping their gaze onto the school's biggest idiot.
"your turn." cameron ushers out, smirking once he sees michael's look of defeat. he saunters over to the 'popular' table, sitting down next to joey, who was drawing breasts on his lunch tray.
a poor diagram, really.
"is that a peach fruit roll-up? because you don't see many..." he went to reach for it, only to be stopped by one of joey's friends. "oh, ok. yeah. alright."
"are you lost?" joey asked bitterly, disgusted that someone like michael would even think of breathing the same air as him, let alone sitting on his table.
"no. actually, i just came by to chat."
the jock looked around at his friends in disbelief. "we don't chat."
"well, actually, i thought that i'd run an idea by you, just to see if you're interested."
"i'm not."
"well, hear me out!" michael exclaimed in desperation. "now, you want bianca, right?" joey grasps the boy's face and starts to draw on it. "but, uh, she can't go out with you because her sister is this insane head case, and no one will go out with her, and juliet never really dates guys because she's much rather sleep with them, right?"
"does this conversation have a purpose?" joey questioned, focusing intently on his artwork on michael's face.
"what i think you need to do, is you need to hire a guy who'll go out with cherry. someone who knows her well enough and who she trusts." he points over to patrick who had just spat out a grape onto the floor.
"that guy?" joey paused "i heard he ate a live duck once."
"everything but the beak and feet." the nerdy boy agreed. "clearly, he's a solid investment." he then gestures to the boy again, who was now talking with the brunette girl, and looked extremely interested and happy in their conversation. "oh, and don't worry about kat, we already have her covered."
"what's in it for you?" now this is where michael knew that he had him where he wanted him.
"hey. i'm walking down the hall and i say hello to you, you say hello to me." he uses his hand to gesture between the two of them.
"yeah, yeah, i get it. you're cool by association." joey cleared his throat. "i'll think about it." michael then smiled and started to get more comfortable, only to jump at joey's glare. "we're done now."
"yeah!" he held his hand out to shake, only to put his thumbs up in awkwardness when no one shook it.
cameron immediately stood up and walked over to his friend. "what are you doing getting him involved?"
"relax, now. relax. we let him pretend he's calling the shots. whilst he's busy setting things up, you have time with bianca."
"that is a good idea."
michael begins to chuckle, but is quick to stop. "i have a dick on my face, don't i?"
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well, would you look at that? i updated!
also, update from what i mentioned in my authors note last chapter: i found out my friend kissed the boy and now he doesn't talk to either of us because "she ruined it"
was i actually that bothered? eh, not really, besides, i've got better things to worry about
