Jokes on You || Eli

[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Deciding to cut her strength training for football season short for the day, Ella was in the locker room, changing into normal clothes. She could hear some of the cheers and laughs from the boys locker room next door, but shook it off. She had heard enough of what the boys talked about during football season on their trips to rival academies. She didn’t really care to hear more. She hated how stuck up and perfect they all thought they were. She knew differently of a lot of them, but didn’t care enough to blab their secrets. To her, all jocks were the same. They picked on the weaker human, only to make themselves ‘look’ better. Well the joke was on them, to her friends and herself, it made them look like the weaker people. She was having a blast playing jokes on them with her roommate Posey. Most of the pranks that she had been involved with thus far had been Posey’s idea, and she just followed along. She wanted to show Posey and prove that she could be just as good, and pull her own prank. After much debating she decided to try something on the basketball boys. She knew she didn’t stand a chance against the football or even wrestling team, so she figured a good starting point would be basketball. They weren’t as intimidating. Waiting until the locker room sounded like it was empty, Ella figured the team was out on the court beginning practice, she quietly snuck inside. Plugging her nose, she tried to move as quickly as she could, without inhaling any of the stinky air. Equipped with gloves she moved into the showers and began to take off the shower heads. She loved when Posey and her put hard candies inside, allowing the boys to be covered in the sticky water, this time she had a more ‘smelly’ idea. Sticking a few chicken bouillon cubes inside, she wondered how long it would take them notice the smell. After placing a few in each of the shower heads, she found the bars of soap and pulled out her white nail polish. She sat down on the ground and began to ‘paint’ the bars, while smirking at the thought of them trying to scrub each other. She knew her pranks were amateur, but she was still learning the ropes, and really just wanted to annoy the boys than do any damage. She had originally thought of adding dye to the shower heads, but she wanted to wait for Posey for that one, plus she was saving that for the wrestling team. Setting the bars of soap back, she heard footsteps coming toward the locker room. Quickly looking for an escape, the only thing she saw was an air duct running above the room. Climbing on lockers she squeezed through a vent and sat above the locker room waiting for reactions, too scared to move. She didn’t want them to hear her moving up top, or worst of all, fall through the duct. That would be her luck. Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: I’m thinking maybe they could react somehow or not really notice the chicken boullion smell, and then like clear out, but he hangs back and she ends up falling through?

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli watched as the last of the boys’ basketball team disappeared into the locker room. He had “offered” to stay behind and clean up the gym a bit. He returned all of the stray balls to the rack and disposed of the various water bottles and papers into the trash can. He walked towards the locker room, and just as he pushed the door open, a stream of sweaty teenage boys in various states of undress (but all, thankfully, with the decency to keep everything covered) came flooding out and back into the gym. One of the freshmen saw Eli’s confused expression and explain – “Something in there smells terrible, and for once, it isn’t us.” A few of the stilly mostly dressed walked off to find one or more of the coaches. The rest either stood in a small huddle or sat on the bleachers in resignation.

Deciding to be brave, Eli held his breath and stepped into the silent locker room. Several of the shower heads were still pouring out water. He let out the stale breath, and quickly discovered what the other boy had been talking about. His face screwed up in disgust against the smell, he reached to turn off the shower heads. The smell grew stronger the closer he got to the water. He turned off all the faucets, then started one that hadn’t previously been on. He alternated for a minute or so between putting his face practically in the water and pulling it away. He cupped his hand once or twice, letting a bit of water pool in it. He turned that shower head off, and moved to another. He ran it for a shorter amount of time. Out of curiosity, he unscrewed the shower cap, where he found the remnants of something. He had no idea what it was, so he simply replaced the shower cap and turned away. He cracked the small windows lining one wall about three-quarters of the way up the wall, hoping it would let some of the smell out.

His hands were grimy, so he grabbed one of the bars of soap and walked over to the sink. It didn’t take long for him to realize that that was also a mistake. He looked down at the white residue on his hands and closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip to keep from saying anything he’d rather not have somebody overhear. He turned away from the sink, grabbing a clean towel and wiping his hands on it. He managed to get most of it, but there were still highly visible white specks. He sighed, tossing the towel in its designated bin and walked over to the lockers. He examined them closely, checking for any obvious damage. The coaches would already be pretty pissed over the shower heads and the soap, but if anyone’s personal belongings had been touched, all hell would more than likely break loose. Satisfied that the lockers were untouched, he turned around to examine the room. Eli really just wanted to know who had done it. Either someone did it before practice, or they were highly stealthy and had snuck in while they were practicing. He shrugged and took a seat on the bench, pulling his shoes and socks off. With the water off and the windows open, the smell was slowly beginning to be replaced by fresh air.

NOTES: It's a bit ramblesome, but...meh.

[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ella was loving the sight of the guys coming into the locker room and stepping into the showers. She of course wasn’t looking at them in the showers though, she found that to be disgusting, embarrassing, and shuddered at the thought. The part she was enjoying was listening to them gag and freak at the smell the chicken bouillon was making as it mixed with the water. Covering her mouth she was trying her best to not breathe in the smell herself or bust out laughing from the sight. Once the guys had all run out of the locker back to the gym, Ella thought it was safe to try and escape. She figured that the safest route would be to take the duct straight through until it was no longer over the locker room. Crawling toward a safe escape, she came to a quick halt when she heard someone enter the locker room once again. She wasn’t able to see who or how many there were, this time she was only able to hear the showers being turned off and the faucet being turned on. She was hoping that whoever it was would be leaving soon, but it didn’t sound like it. Trying to figure out if she should just make a mad dash, or wait it out, she caught a scent of the smell and quickly covered her mouth. For some reason this sniff was wanting to send a sneeze out. She held her breath, looked upward, and tried to think of anything else. She knew that sneezing would be a very idea. She just wished she could hold it in. Unable to hold it in any longer, Ella sneezed and soon found herself falling out of the duct and downward toward the locker room floor. Luckily for her she had moved further into the locker room and almost directly over the dirty towel bin. Falling into the towels, she allowed the towels to cover her, secretly wishing that no one saw that. She laid as still as she could, she knew that within a few seconds she would either be pulled out by a whole team of angry chicken basketball players, a very angry coach, or something else, something she couldn’t even imagine. Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: they go here

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli heard a couple of faint but strange sounds coming overhead. He looked up once before trying to ignore it and go about his business. Moments later a loud crash came from behind him. He jumped up with a start, looking around wildly for the source of the noise. It didn’t take long for him to find it – there was a gaping hole in the ductwork above the towel bin. “What the-?” he started, dropping his shoes and crossing the locker room in four long, loping steps. He looked in the bin, seeing bits of a small human sticking out from underneath the towels. He pushed aside sweaty towels until his digging revealed a dark-haired girl. His mouth opened slightly as he stared at her through somewhat narrowed eyes, entirely confused as to what was going on. First the shower heads, then the soap, and now girls were falling out of the ceiling. What next?

He shook his head and turned away, too annoyed and confused to offer her help out of the bin as he normally would. He turned back almost immediately. “Why were you in the vents above the boys bathroom?” he began, trailing off as his brain processed the information he had, making connections. “What the hell was that in the shower heads? And on the soap?” he asked a split second later, not even giving her time to answer his original question. He let out a frustrated sigh and walked back over to the bench, picking up his shoes from their place on the ground.

He rested his forehead on the cool metal of his locker for a moment before pushing away. This is what he got for being the curious one. Now he’d be even more involved in what was left of the investigation process – which there would certainly be because of the broken duct work. It wasn’t so much the prank itself that bothered him – it was the perpetrator. A girl had done this. Eli wasn’t sexist, but it was still a considerable blow to his ego (which honestly wasn’t very big in the first place). The entire boys’ basketball team being run out of their locker room by one girl – yeah, that’d get around the school like wild fire. He currently didn’t want to have any patience for this girl, whoever she was, but he figured he shouldn’t give her much to use against him. Whatever. He still wasn’t going to help her out. She got herself into the mess; she could get herself out.

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[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ella laid motionless as she looked up at the boy that had just uncovered her. She wished that she had an invisibility cloak at the moment, something that would allow her to slip out, unseen. When he started to ramble off questions, she opened up her mouth to quickly retort smartass remarks, but he kept cutting her off, not allowing words to escape. Finally he left, allowing her to figure out what she was going to do. If she moved quickly, she might be able to make a mad dash for the exit and slip out, but if she got caught, she knew she’d be dead. But at the same time, here she was alone in the locker room with a jock, and no one would hear her scream. She could be locked away in a locker for weeks without anyone realizing. She had no idea of who she was dealing with, she only knew that he was a jock, and for her, jocks couldn’t be trusted. Attempting to climb out of the bin, Ella swung one leg over, but soon found herself flying forward, when the bin overturned. Covered in the smelly towels once again, she looked over at the shower room floor. Luckily it was still wet with the chicken water. Tossing a dirty towel into a puddle, she scurried over and soaked up as much as she could. If she wanted to be left alone from the jocks, she would have to teach them not to mess with her. Walking up to the other boy she stood up straight, all 4 feet and 8 inches of her, as she chucked the wet towel at his head. ”How dare you question me. I can do whatever I want, whenever and wherever I want. And its none of your business what I put in the shower heads or on the soap…plus, you can’t prove that I did it. So there.” She didn’t really know what else to say to him, so instead her inner five year old came out and ended her sentence with a good old fashion tongue stick-out. Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: they go here

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli tensed as he felt a wet mass hit him in the back of the head. He turned around slowly, chewing on his cheek to stop himself from lashing out at her. She was already working on his nerves like most people could only dream of doing. If there was one thing people knew about Eli, it was how well he treated girls. However, in this case, he had had about as much as he could take of her. Her smart-aleck answer wasn’t helping any, either. He picked the towel up from the floor, looking at it for a moment in disgust before chucking it with all of his force at the lockers. He turned back just in time to see her stick her tongue out at him.

“And please, do tell me,” he paused for a moment, “how you intend to explain off why you were in the ductwork around the same time that our locker room was being rigged? Sounds awfully suspicious to me,” he said, momentarily resenting his twangy Southern accent. It was quite blatant when he was distressed, and it took away from his serious. If she dared laugh at it…she was probably going to find herself under the overturned bin of used towels. In the shower. With every single one of the spiked shower heads turned onto full blast. It would be more than worth the subsequent punishment he would no doubt receive, especially if she kept on like she was now.

He shoved his fists into his pockets to keep himself from throwing other things (including her). He was well over a foot taller than her and lifting her would probably be rather easy. “Oh, and another thing – you forfeited all rights to not being questioned when you entered the boys’ locker room. So, yes, actually, it is my business what you were doing in here.” He let out a deep breath, trying to keep his temper under control. The worse-than-usual mess in the room wasn’t helping. It was actually causing him to be even more anxious, and therefore, more aggressive. He blocked her pathway to the door, dashing all hopes she may have had of getting out of there. Her only other options were the windows, which were hardly tall enough for the average human head to fit through, sideways. That was, if she could even find a way to get that high on the wall.

NOTES: It's coming; I promise! As long as she keeps up the sass, it'll happen! (:

[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ella knew it was rude to laugh at people, her parents had taught her some manners, but, she had learned that it was so much fun. She loved laughing, she couldn’t wait until she was old and wrinkly with a million laugh lines. To her it showed people that she lived. It was even better when someone else gave her a reason to laugh, otherwise she just stood there laughing for no obvious reason. The boy standing in front of her was giving her a reason to laugh. She could tell that she was upsetting him and it seemed to bring out a southern accent, which to her was freaking hilarious. She listened to his questions…again, rolled her eyes at him, and snapped back, mocking his southern accent. ”Well Billy Bob Joe Dirt, I don’t see how none of this is any of yer business. I don’t gots to explain myself to you.” Crossing her arms, she stood in front of him defiantly, knowing very well that she was stuck. There was no way she’d be able to sneak out, and the windows were way to high for her to jump out, she’d be caught trying to climb out. She was going to have to take her chances with the jock. Pursing her lips, trying to make herself more intimidating looking, she snapped, knowing that she was going to be dead meat. ”Do you kiss your cousins with those lips? Or just your sisters?” Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: Oh feel free to do whatever you want with her, she deserves whatever you want to give her. Run her up a flagpole by her disney princess undiees lol she’s just asking for it now.

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Elijah could feel his hands beginning to shake, and the burning in his face meant that he was probably red enough to put most stop signs to shame. He dug his fingernails into his palms, fighting the urge to say forget it to all morals that he held towards hitting girls. Now she was simply doing anything she could to provoke him, and unfortunately for him, it was working. He ignored her next comments; he’d deal with the obvious jabs at his background later. It was the comment about kissing his family that truly set him off. He grabbed her around the biceps with much more force than he actually needed.

“You shut the fuck up about my family, you hear me?” he snarled, leaning in close to her face. All traces of the kind, lovable Eli were gone. He could’ve gotten over it if she had pulled the prank and moved on with her life. But no, she just had to stick around and watch, and now she was going to be a smartass with him. Dragging his family into it only made things worse. People didn’t talk about his sisters, especially his sisters and get away with it. Eli was highly protective of his them, both older and younger. He didn’t care if someone was only joking with him; anyone who knew him well enough to be able to make those jokes also knew that that was a line best left uncrossed. This girl on the other hand – he had no idea who the hell she even was. She had just decided she could waltz in there like she owned the place. He couldn’t stand people like that – in his eyes, they made some of the most egotistical of jocks look humble, even monk-like.

He pushed her away from him in disgust, turning away before he did something to her that he would later regret. If she kept it up, however, all bets were off. Never had he wanted to hit a girl so badly in his life. Several knuckles popped from the sudden release of pressure as he uncurled them. He took a step back, trying to put as much distance between himself and the girl without turning his back on her. If there was one thing he had learned about her so far, it was that he certainly couldn’t expect her not to try something, anything to get out of there.

NOTES: Just a bit more.

[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ella could see that she had struck a nerve with this boy. He looked as if he wanted to punch her in the face, a look that she was quite use to. It was until she found herself being lifted off the ground and yelled at that she knew it was the family comment that got him going. “You shut the fuck up about my family, you hear me?” She had froze solid as he lifted her up, she was scared of him at this point, and she didn’t want to show any emotion. Stiff as a board, she remained motionless until he set her down and pushed her away. She was tired of letting the jocks scare her and push her around (literally), she wanted it to end, now. Balling up her little fists, she began to breathe heavy. In one explosive motion she ran over to the boy, kicking him as hard as she could in the right shin. Standing on her tip toes she tried to get into his face. ”You can’t talk to me like that! No dirty language is allowed. Im so tired of all you jocks. Your all the same. Go suck a..oh just go away.” She was so upset at this point she didn’t care what the boy did to her. She figured that he would dump her in a trash can, run her up the flagpole, flush her head down the toilet, it didn’t matter to her at this point, she had lived through it all already, what was one more time? She wasn’t going to give up who she was, she would never retreat, never stop fighting, and most importantly, never be unseen or heard. She didn’t care how many shins she had to kick or ankles she had to bite. Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: they go here

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli looked away for a split second after backing away, thinking he had heard the door open, and almost immediately felt a sharp pain in his right shin. His head whipped back around to find whoever this little girl was trying to get in his face to complain about jocks. “Well, quite frankly, you’re acting quite like most jocks yourself, if not worse, right now – what with all the whining, sarcasm, and self-righteousness coming out of you!” He shook his right leg out, wincing slightly. This girl definitely knew how to kick – not that he’d ever admit it. This girl reminded him of one of those gremlin things from fairytales, always causing trouble when you weren’t looking. As far as he could tell, that was all this girl did.

He honestly hated people who made assumptions about “jocks” or most other stereotypes, really. Eli was a jock by association – he played the sports, but he didn’t have the personality. People might have known that he was nice, but they still lumped him in with all the other sweaty Neanderthals. The way he was acting right now probably didn’t help dissolve that link, but she had simply chosen the wrong day to mess with him. Normally, Eli waited until he was alone to take out his frustrations from the day, but lately, he was stressed and worried around the clock. This little girl was simply the fly that landed on the wrong side of the Jenga tower, causing it to topple over. And topple it had.

His thoughts were flying as fast as the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his head pounding. Without even pausing to consider the consequences, he felt his hand drawing back momentarily before shooting forward in a slap. The worst part of Eli losing control was that he tended to become highly animalistic, not realzing how much force he may or may not have put behind something. In this case, it was much more than was necessary for someone of her size.

NOTES: Ack, sorry, it's slow - I didn't want to accidentally god-mode.

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[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ella was being her usual spitfire self, acting before thinking. She had so much pent up anger and frustration from everything that she was taking it out on whoever. She had never dealt with her father’s death, she wanted attention from her mother, and now she was constantly picked on by a large number of jocks. Football was one place she got to vent, but it just wasn’t enough at times, so she took it out on complete strangers. This caused her to have a lot of enemies, but she found a lot were afraid to fight back physically, they just cussed her out and called her ‘little’ names. “Well, quite frankly, you’re acting quite like most jocks yourself, if not worse, right now – what with all the whining, sarcasm, and self-righteousness coming out of you!” Listening to the words that came out of the boys mouth, she paused, thinking for a moment. He was actually right, she was being just like a jock, but she didn’t know what else to do. If she didn’t act like one and try and throw the first punch, she was always going to end up the punching bag. ”Well that’s because I am a jock, and I’m tired of being the punching bag, so the only thing is to throw the first punch. So suck it.” She had managed to get out some words before something that had never happened before did. She soon found herself flying backwards onto the ground she felt the hand across the face. Laying on the ground, everything was falling apart. She didn’t know if she wanted to pass out from the pain of the slap or the fall, the only thing she could do was cry. She felt the tears falling, and she couldn’t stop. She wasn’t use to that kind of standing up from people, she had no idea how to react. The only thing she could do was move away. She butt scooted back, trying to get away from him while holding the side of her face. She had a feeling that she was going to have some kind of mark. Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: All I can think of is Lauren Lopez from AVPM “Am I bleeding? Is that blood? Am I bleeding?”

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli turned away quickly after he felt his hand connect with her face. He didn’t want to see the damage he’d done. The slap had snapped him out of whatever rage he had been on, the pounding in his head beginning to fade as he came back down to earth. He turned around at the sound of crying behind him to find her scooting away from him, clutching the side of her face. His mouth dropped involuntarily at the sight before him. What had he just done? What kind of monster was he? He had just done the one thing that he had always sworn up and down he would never do – hit a girl. Being blinded by rage and annoyance was no excuse for his action, he should have better self-control than that.

He began backing away, wide-eyed with shock. The backs of his knees bumped the bench behind him. He glanced behind him, regaining his balance. “Oh my gosh…I am so sorry…I-I didn’t mean to…” he stammered, knowing his words were probably worthless to her. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to decide what the best way to handle this was. She’d probably try to kill him if he went near her, but he’d look like an even bigger douchebag if he ran now.

“A-are you all right?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly as he took a small step toward her. Eli wanted to punch himself for what he’d done – his actions were already tearing him up. He felt as though he could never make it up to her; no amount of apologizing would set things right in his mind. He’d still feel like a jerk, knowing that he could so easily become a danger to other people over such unimportant things. Eli had always thought that he had more control over himself than that, but that image had just been shattered in a split second of lapsed judgment.

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[ella dusty rose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] ELLA DUSTY ROSE "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Ella had deserved everything that she had gotten, and deep down she knew that. She was a brat, plain and simple, but she really didn’t know what else to do. Still holding the side of her face, Ella continued to scoot away from the boy, until she hit the wall. She tried to keep backing up, but had no where else to go. She was still a little dazed from the slap so she didn’t want to get up and run, knowing that she would probably just fall back down. Keeping her eyes away from the boy, she yelled out loud. ”Why would you do such a thing? I mean I know I can be a bit much, but I’d never do any actually physical harm, and no, kicking does not count, Coach tells me to practice kicking, so that counts.” She really didn’t have any logic behind anything she had just said, but she was running out of options. She was caught too long inside this prank, and she didn’t know if she was ever going to get out. She had heard the boys apology, and wondered if he really meant it. ”I’m sorry. I’d get up and leave now, but im still to jello-y legged to stand, so I’m just gonna sit here for a minute. I’m Ella by the way. Please don’t tell anyone about this.” Tags: Eli/Erin | Words: too lazy to count | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: they go here.

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli winced, shying away slightly when the girl started yelling. The first part practically broke his kind little heart, but he felt his anger flare up again slightly at her claim that kicking didn’t count as physical harm. He quickly put the bench between himself and the girl on the ground trying to get as far away from him as she could before allowing himself to speak. “I’m pretty sure if that kick has bruising capability, it counts as physical harm…wait, a minute, you mean to tell me you play a sport that involves you doing enough kicking that you need to practice it, and yet, you expect me to go easy on you for nearly breaking my shin?” He started to open his mouth again, then closed it – his confusion clearly written on his face. Women made absolutely no sense to him. One minute, this. The next minute, that.

Eli took a couple of deep breaths, massaging his temples with the heels of his hands. He didn’t know what was wrong with him lately; it must be the stress of schoolwork getting to him. It felt as though everything was beginning to eat him up inside. He turned around to face the girl again, just as she began to speak. He mustered all of the gentlemanliness within him that he could find before answering, slightly on the forcibly cordial side. “Nice to meet you, Ella. I’m Eli, and I’m truly sorry about our…rocky meeting. However, your secret is safe with me. If your face bruises, I’m sincerely sorry – please don’t tell anyone. I’m not usually like this.” He moved out from behind the bench, walking slowly toward her, his hand offered to help her up. He figured he could at least begin trying to make it up to her immediately. After all, Eli couldn’t bring himself to be a complete jerk even to girls who irritated the snot out of him.

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[ella dusty rose]

Ella looked down at the ground, unable to look upon the boy as he called her out on playing a sport. She didn't want to tell him about being the kicker for the football team, but she also was beginning to feel bad for how she was treating him. Most of the jocks by this point were already putting her inside a locker, trash can, or something equal. He had actually apologized, and that meant something to her. Speaking quietly, she continued to stare at the ground, "Im the kicker for the football team..."

Listening to the boy introduce himself and apologize once again, she decided to at least look over at him, she felt it was the least she could do. To her surprise, she was startled to see that he had moved near her and was offering her his hand to get up. She was shocked, but took it, and was now standing in front of him. She looked around the locker room, kind of nervous, not knowing what to say. She wasn't really use to talking to boys, but she, like him, didn't want word to spread. Half smiling at him she spoke. "I promise I won't tell if you won't."

Sticking her hand out to shake on it, she gathered some spit in her mouth, spitting on her hand, waiting to see how the boy would react.