Post by Russell Cloy on Feb 13, 2010 23:01:53 GMT -5
Lucas Grant was standing against the wall, looking forlorn despite the girls lingering nearby in the hopes of snagging his attention. All were eager to be the one that the mysterious and inaccessible Lucas asked to dance; he was popular and good-looking and the star member of Silver's football team and so far had shown favor to nobody in particular.
Russell was just as interested as any of the girls, though he'd spent the dance on the far side of the gym, watching wistfully while trying to gather up his courage. He kept telling himself there was no reason not to ask -- what was the worst that could happen? But then his mind helpfully supplied all sorts of worst case scenarios, the nicest being laughed out of the dance, and his courage wavered once more. He couldn't even ask his friends for support -- Wynn and Emily were making out in a dark corner, and Liz had flatly refused to attend a stupid school dance.
Calvin Harris' song Dance Wiv Me began to play, and Russ took that as a sign. He would regret it if he didn't ask Lucas, so he might as well just do it.
He made his way across the dance floor, keeping his focus determinedly upon the boy of his dreams; if he allowed his focus to waver he was sure he'd end up fleeing instead of fulfilling his mission.
"Excuse me." A shrill female voice stopped him in his tracks and a hand with nails like claws reached out to shove him in the chest.
Russ stumbled backwards, his attention arrested by Trixie Michaels, who was the leader of what looked to be the entire cheer-leading squad, wearing their sexy, entirely too revealing uniforms and red heels. He looked along the line of faces, picking out all the girls he was most terrified of -- Reese Butler, Sarah Brody, Jonell Estes, Kate Walker, Candy Witherspoon, Julia Warner (she'd rejected Wynn because her cheerleader friends didn't like him) and Varina McIntosh (she'd somehow snared his older brother, but that didn't mean she got along with him) all stared at him grimly. "Umm...hi?" He offered, wondering what he'd done to piss off the entire squad. "Can I...can I get through?"
Trixie folded her arms across her formidable bosom, seeming to grow taller as she did so. "No, you can't. We know what you're planning, and we won't allow it. We'll never allow him to go out with someone like you." She invested this word with all the loathing she could muster, making it apparent he was scum as far as she was concerned. The other girls echoed this sentiment, sneering and nodding in agreement with their leader.
"It...it's none of your business who he goes out with! So what if he's gay!" He protested heatedly, but the girls merely laughed.
"Not gay, stupid. A nerd." Trixie shuddered, repulsed by the idea of a football player dating someone such low standing as Russ. "I've taken the liberty of...calling for some back-up." She smirked, motioning toward the shadows.
Russ took a step back, nervous now; his anxiety only increased when out of the shadows stepped a massive bear of a man, over a foot taller than Russ himself was and with arms about as big around.
"Nothing personal. Lucas is just too good for you." DJ explained good naturedly as he easily swung his victim over his shoulders, strolling over to the nearest trash can -- Russell hadn't noticed it there before, but it was certainly there now -- and dumping Russ inside head first. "Sorry, kid."
Russell sighed, but regretted that as he immediately breathed in what smelled like his grandmother's compost pile. He hadn't even had a chance to get close to Lucas; apparently the cheerleaders and football players were adamantly opposed to the very idea of the two of them together, so Lucas probably felt the same way. He choked back disappointment; he should have known when Julia rejected Wynn that there was no way their social circles could mix.
"Hey, is there a problem here?" Someone asked, and suddenly a hand had reached into the trash can and was grabbing his, pulling him out -- along with quite a bit of trash, which seemed to want to cling to him. A very concerned Lucas appeared at the other end of the hand, causing Russ to nearly drop the hand and thus back into the trash.
"Umm....thanks." He mumbled, turning red. This wasn't exactly how he'd imagined asking Lucas to dance, covered in vegetable peelings and wet paper, but he was sure he'd never get the opportunity again. "Hey! Umm. Do you....do you wanna dance?" He blurted out before he could change his mind, and was rewarded with a pleased and shocked smile.
"I was hoping you would ask."
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Russ pulled the comforter up around his shoulders with one hand before wrapping himself around Lucas, smiling in his sleep. Nobody could keep them apart now.
Russell was just as interested as any of the girls, though he'd spent the dance on the far side of the gym, watching wistfully while trying to gather up his courage. He kept telling himself there was no reason not to ask -- what was the worst that could happen? But then his mind helpfully supplied all sorts of worst case scenarios, the nicest being laughed out of the dance, and his courage wavered once more. He couldn't even ask his friends for support -- Wynn and Emily were making out in a dark corner, and Liz had flatly refused to attend a stupid school dance.
Calvin Harris' song Dance Wiv Me began to play, and Russ took that as a sign. He would regret it if he didn't ask Lucas, so he might as well just do it.
He made his way across the dance floor, keeping his focus determinedly upon the boy of his dreams; if he allowed his focus to waver he was sure he'd end up fleeing instead of fulfilling his mission.
"Excuse me." A shrill female voice stopped him in his tracks and a hand with nails like claws reached out to shove him in the chest.
Russ stumbled backwards, his attention arrested by Trixie Michaels, who was the leader of what looked to be the entire cheer-leading squad, wearing their sexy, entirely too revealing uniforms and red heels. He looked along the line of faces, picking out all the girls he was most terrified of -- Reese Butler, Sarah Brody, Jonell Estes, Kate Walker, Candy Witherspoon, Julia Warner (she'd rejected Wynn because her cheerleader friends didn't like him) and Varina McIntosh (she'd somehow snared his older brother, but that didn't mean she got along with him) all stared at him grimly. "Umm...hi?" He offered, wondering what he'd done to piss off the entire squad. "Can I...can I get through?"
Trixie folded her arms across her formidable bosom, seeming to grow taller as she did so. "No, you can't. We know what you're planning, and we won't allow it. We'll never allow him to go out with someone like you." She invested this word with all the loathing she could muster, making it apparent he was scum as far as she was concerned. The other girls echoed this sentiment, sneering and nodding in agreement with their leader.
"It...it's none of your business who he goes out with! So what if he's gay!" He protested heatedly, but the girls merely laughed.
"Not gay, stupid. A nerd." Trixie shuddered, repulsed by the idea of a football player dating someone such low standing as Russ. "I've taken the liberty of...calling for some back-up." She smirked, motioning toward the shadows.
Russ took a step back, nervous now; his anxiety only increased when out of the shadows stepped a massive bear of a man, over a foot taller than Russ himself was and with arms about as big around.
"Nothing personal. Lucas is just too good for you." DJ explained good naturedly as he easily swung his victim over his shoulders, strolling over to the nearest trash can -- Russell hadn't noticed it there before, but it was certainly there now -- and dumping Russ inside head first. "Sorry, kid."
Russell sighed, but regretted that as he immediately breathed in what smelled like his grandmother's compost pile. He hadn't even had a chance to get close to Lucas; apparently the cheerleaders and football players were adamantly opposed to the very idea of the two of them together, so Lucas probably felt the same way. He choked back disappointment; he should have known when Julia rejected Wynn that there was no way their social circles could mix.
"Hey, is there a problem here?" Someone asked, and suddenly a hand had reached into the trash can and was grabbing his, pulling him out -- along with quite a bit of trash, which seemed to want to cling to him. A very concerned Lucas appeared at the other end of the hand, causing Russ to nearly drop the hand and thus back into the trash.
"Umm....thanks." He mumbled, turning red. This wasn't exactly how he'd imagined asking Lucas to dance, covered in vegetable peelings and wet paper, but he was sure he'd never get the opportunity again. "Hey! Umm. Do you....do you wanna dance?" He blurted out before he could change his mind, and was rewarded with a pleased and shocked smile.
"I was hoping you would ask."
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Russ pulled the comforter up around his shoulders with one hand before wrapping himself around Lucas, smiling in his sleep. Nobody could keep them apart now.
