Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Two: The Bubblegum-ish Thing

            “Isn’t he the cutest?” Suzanne sighed as we sat on the bleachers together with the girls who was checking out the football players. “He’s soo great. By the way, he’s parents are out tonight! I am so going to stay on his place tonight.”

            “Are you sure about that?” I asked.

            “Duh. I’m his girlfriend!”

            Even Miranda looked at me, raising her eyebrow. “I think you’re the only virgin of the three of us, Victoria,” she said. “I am clearly not anymore. And Suzanne isn’t, too.”

            I blushed. “You got a problem with that?”

            “Well, you’re hot and pretty,” Suzanne said. “You should really look for a boyfriend now. See, there are eleven boys out there on the field. As far as I know, only one is taken—and that is Denim. The others are hopefully single.”

            Miranda rolled her eyes. “They are popular football guys, Suzanne. Of course they have a girlfriend! They wouldn’t be popular if they don’t have one.”

            “Some of them are single. Denim told me.”

            “Oh really? Give me the names.”

            “Well, there are Keith Smith, Peter Vang, Ian Jones, Ryan West, Nathaniel Brown,” Suzanne answered promptly. “There are a lot more—I just can’t remember.”

            Miranda smiled. “Well, there are a lot of guys. Maybe I should talk to one of them.” Then she suddenly frowned. “Wait. Isn’t James David single, too?”

            Suzanne shook her head. “Not anymore. When you refused him, he looked for another girl.”

            “Who?” I asked.

            “Hazelle Weston.”

            I gaped at Suzanne. “Are you kidding me?! James dating that bitch?” I nearly screamed.

            “You pipe down!” Miranda scolded, as she gave a sweet smile on the people who looked down at us with annoyance. “You just don’t scream that Hazelle is a bitch! I know she is, but she’s still a popular girl. If you don’t want your life hell in high school, you better keep to yourself that Hazelle is a bitch.”

            I was breathing heavily. I can’t believe James is that low to have Hazelle has a girlfriend! He should have proved himself more to Miranda. Miranda would like that—maybe.

            Suzanne clapped her hands in excitement. “Oh, oh! The practice is starting!”

            Sure enough, the football practice is starting. I saw Vince on his white pants and white top. He has a whistle hanging on his neck and he waved at the girls who were waving their hands to him. I frowned at them. Seriously, get a life, girls.

            Suzanne inhaled sharply beside me. “Those girls are so hopeless! Why are they trying their best to flirt on Vince? They already knew he’s taken by Ms. Gregg! It’s all over the school. Bitches.”

            I gaped at her in shock. I glanced at Miranda and was having the same expression like me. Suzanne rarely says bad words—and now, she’s using it to a bunch of girls who did nothing to her but just flirted on Vince. I suppressed a smile. Maybe she really does like him.

            I know nothing about football so I’m sorry to say that I can’t describe what the players were doing. They were running around, shouting orders to each other and, of course, waving to the girls on the bleachers. Vince caught my eye and gave me a grin. He mouthed, “I know you would come.”