Author: Vix
Email: Vix_Chic@hotmail.com FEED ME!
Rating: PG-13
Category: Future Children
Disclaimers: I own everyone except for the main characters from the actual show ‘Roswell’
Nicole watched with Thomas as more and more students accumulated at the front office.
“What’d I miss?’ Nicole asked as she kept walking towards their homeroom.
“I have no clue.” Thomas said as he walked with her.
“East Roswell burned down so over half the students transferred here.” Eddie said as he joined them.
A guy walked up wearing a letterman jacket, “Can you tell me where the front office is?”
“Can’t you read a map?” Nicole asked before walking off.
Thomas and Eddie pointed him in the right direction before catching up with the shrew herself.
“Great that’s all we need less room and more jocks.” Nicole said as they joined her once more.
“You need to work on your social skills.” Thomas said looking down at her.
“What social skills?” Eddie asked with a smirk.
His smirk was quickly removed as Nicole elbowed him hard in the stomach.
The bell rang as they found their homeroom seats.
“Class, as many of you know we have several new students,” The teacher began gesturing to the nine new kids standing in the back of the room, “East Roswell High has unfortunately burned down and they are going to be here for the rest of the school year. Please step forward when I call your name.”
Once all the new students were introduced class finally officially began.
Second hour went by like a snail going up a heel. Math had never really interested anyone into a frenzy though.
“I’m telling you it’s a conspiracy.” Nicole raved as she walked off to her lab table away from her cousins.
Josh and Thomas just shook their heads as they too found their seats.
“Hi. You’re that spitfire I met earlier aren’t you? Name’s Rick.” The smug jock from the hallway said as he plopped down in the empty seat beside her.
“Don’t call me spitfire and that seat is taken.” She said as she turned to look at him.
“Sorry girlie. Who’s sitting here? Your boyfriend?” He asked still smiling.
“Don’t you ever call me Girlie unless you want a broken nose, and no my boyfriend doesn’t sit there.” She said in almost a growling tone.
“Oh, so what do I call you and where does your boyfriend sit?” He asked still not taking the hint.
“You don’t call me and I don’t have a boyfriend.” She said watching the door praying to whatever alien god existed that a certain jock would walk through it and put her out of her misery.
“I find it hard to believe that such a pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend.” He said still sitting there calmly.
“Well believe it. Most say I’m a bit hostile.” She said as her eyes went over to her cousins.
Josh was sitting and talking quietly with his girl friend, Amanda, and Eddie was looking from his textbook then to some chick in a letterman jacket and then back again trying to act inconspicuous.
‘A lot of help you two are.’ She thought as Rick started to talk again.
“Since you don’t have a boyfriend, how would you like going out this weekend?” He asked raising his eyebrows in invitation.
“How about I…” Nicole began but was cut off by a much lower voice.
“This is my seat.” Randy almost barked out at Rick.
“Sorry buddy. I was just talking to this beautiful lady, so how about it? This Friday?” He asked practically ignoring Randy.
“Get out of my seat Gordon.” Randy said looking as though he wanted to lounge at the boy in front of him.
“Hold on Jackson. What’s the big deal? Class doesn’t start for two minutes. Is this your chick or something?” He asked proceeding to piss him off even more.
“Listen Rick. You should go, Randy and I have some things to look over for an assignment.” She said mustering up a fake smile.
“OK, so you’ll get back to me about this Friday?” He asked beginning to stand.
“Sure.” She said swallowing the bile in her throat.
“Bye girlie.” He said before he could catch himself.
Randy was ready to swing but barely stopped himself as Rick walked off.
“I hate that guy.” He said bitterly as he tossed his books on the table.
“You and me both. Hey, you joining the dark side or what?” She asked finally smiling for real.
“Come again?” He asked a bit confused.
“So far you hate two jocks Rick and Allan. At this rate by the end of the year you’ll be like me, you know, anti-jock.” She said seriously.
“No. I just don’t like scum bags that’s all.” He said glaring to where Rick was now sitting with a couple of East football players.
“Oh, so what’d this one do? Each jock I meet makes me wish I could just obliterate their kind you know?” She asked searching for a pencil.
“So that go for the good jocks too?” He asked bring out his own pencil.
“What good jocks?” She asked looking up from her pencil bag.
“Ha ha, very funny. Seriously though, what about Eddie?” He asked.
“He’s not the only good jock I can think of.” She said evenly not looking at him.
“Really?” He asked softly.
“I can’t find my pencil.” She said frustrated avoiding the question.
“Here.” He said as he handed an already sharpened one covered with sparkly glittering alien heads.
“Nice.” She said sarcastically, as she looked it over.
“Would you rather write with your fingers?” He asked not amused.
“Do you believe in aliens?” She asked cautiously.
“Yeah, but I don’t think they look like that.” He said pointing to the alien head closes to her fingers gently brushing them with his own.
“Why not?” She asked still a little nervous of his answer.
“Well when you live in Roswell like we do you get to see the stars a lot, right?” He asked looking into her eyes.
“Yeah.” She said.
“Well if aliens do exist and they come from those stars there is no way they can be gross or disgusting. They have to be… beautiful.” He said turning around in his seat quickly as Mrs. Burg walked into the room.
Nicole sat there looking straight ahead practically dumbfounded. She coughed trying to un-jam her heart that was permanently stuck in her throat.
Randy looked over to her concerned almost. She tried to smile but ended up coughing again. She swallowed and placed both hands on the table before taking a deep breath. She watched as Randy reached for a piece of paper that had landed on her desk.
Her small hand snaked out in just enough time to recover the football shaped note before Randy could. She drug out her notebook opening it and placing the now unfolded note in it. She began to read it, as did Randy:
‘Hey girlie,
I know you don’t want me to call you that but till you surrender your name that’s what I’m going to have to call you.
Are you thinking about Friday? It’ll be fun. I promise.
Later,
Rick’
Randy reached out for the note and crumpled it up before shooting for the trash can by the back door.
“Jealous Golden Toy?” She asked smiling.
“Not at all, Girlie.” He said relieved, “He’s like Allan. Only from East.” He said.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter.” She said quietly.
“Why doesn’t it?” Randy asked confused.
“Cause he’s a jock, and unless you forgot my dating rules strictly prohibit dating a jock.” She said copying down what the teacher was writing on the board.
She looked down at the pencil he had let her borrow and what he had said about aliens and that they had to be beautiful resounded in her head.
She leaned over towards him before whispering, “That is unless he’s special.”
With that they both went back to their notes, a simple smile at their face.
*
Nicole carefully climbed the latter sticking the books in their proper order.
She couldn’t believe she still had library duty during lunch. No matter how many times she explained or begged they still wouldn’t let her and her partner in crime, as they had put it, off the hook.
“Randy, hand me those.” She called down pointing to the stack of books on his left.
“I’ll be right back. I have to find the N’s.” He said as he handed her the rest of the ‘M’ books one by one.
“OK.” She said trying to figure out who would want to read, ‘Math Today, Future Tomorrow.’
As Randy left to find the forgotten stack of books Rick quietly crept up.
“Hey Girlie.” He said from behind her.
“Listen buddy, I wasn’t joking about the broken nose thing No one, and I mean absolutely no one calls me Girlie.” Nicole said not turning around.
“Well if you told me your name I could call you that.” He said as he tried to ‘help’ her down.
“Get your grubby jock hands off my hips… Now!” She hissed menacingly.
Once he removed his hands she jumped off quickly. He instantly started to advance on her.
“Come on, there’s no reason to be scared.” He said as she began to back up.
“I’m not scared. I’m just not interested.” She said trying to get herself out of a corner she had subconsciously been backed into.
“You know you’re interested.” He said as he leaned down to kiss her.
She spit in his face enraging him.
“You little whore.” He said intensely as he readied his hand to smack her, and she knew she was going to be slapped.
She stood up a little more bracing herself for the pain and the backlash, but before his hand could make contact he was whirled around by a very angry Randy.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Rick asked seething.
Randy didn’t say a word as his fist came crashing into Rick’s face. Rick hollowed in pain as he hit the bookcase. He lunged for Randy, but Nicole’s word stopped him.
“Do it and I tell. Sexual harassment is still a big thing here in the land of the brave and the free. If you hit him you’ll not only get suspended but probably get jail time too.” She said walking over to stand in front of Randy.
“You’re 17 Gordon, they’ll try you as an adult. That’s definite jail time.” Randy said his hands still clenched in fists.
“And if I don’t, we let it all go right?” Rick asked still in a fighting position.
“Right. I won’t even tell my diary.” Nicole said with a fake smile.
Randy on the other hand just nodded. Rick looked from one to the other then back again before walking off completely.
“Are you OK?” Randy asked as he spun her around to look her over for damage.
“I’m fine. Thanks to you and your jock strength.” She said as she brought his still closed fist up to her mouth kissing each knuckle softly.
“Thank you… I mean I don’t know what he would have done to me.” She said looking into his jade eyes.
“Same thing Allan would have.” He said solemnly while looking into her deep steal eyes that now had a blue tint.
“You’re happy.” He said quietly to himself.
“What?” She asked confused.
“When you’re happy your eyes get just this tiny hint of blue to them.” He said bring up his free hand and cupping her cheek with it. Nicole stopped breathing as he wet his lips and started to lean in…
“Are you two all right?” The Liberian asked as she began to turn the corner.
Nicole and Randy jumped a part right before she came into view.
“Yes ma’am we’re fine.” Nicole said plastering a smile on her face.
“Are you sure I heard screaming?” She said looking around.
“Yeah, being the clumsy person I am I fell off the latter and lucky for me Randy caught me before I hit the ground.” She said the first thing that came to mind.
“Well you’re quite the hero aren’t you?” The Liberian asked.
‘You have no idea.’ Nicole thought as the lady walked off.
“Where were we?” Randy asked as he came up behind Nicole nearly touching her.
“We were getting ready to…” The bell rang shocking them both, “go to class.” She finished disappointedly.
As she went to grab her backpack she felt someone run their hand over her arm briefly, “Bye Girlie.”
She looked up and found a smiling Randy walking out of the door to the library, “Bye Golden Toy.” With that he was gone
The End