High School Crush [1a/?]
anonymous
February 9 2010, 04:23:37 UTC
Norway sat on the bleachers, her legs crossed coquettishly and popped her bubble gum.
“Come on baby, you’re so hot, let’s go out.” The jock grinned at her, showing his shiny white teeth.
“I don’t care for you, go away.” She tossed her hair.
The jock got angry. “But I am awesome! You come to my every game to see me play. You’ve seen me kick those pussies’ asses all over the court!” He started to reach for her, only to have his hand slapped away.
“Prussia! What are you doing harassing Norway like that!” A girl stood with her hands on her hips glaring down at the football player.
“Poland! What would you know? Mind your own business for once!” The jock angrily retorted.
“I know better than to hang around with you.” Poland sniffed. “You smell.” She stepped in between her friend and Prussia.
“You better run away now, cuz Liet is coming to pick me up now. If he finds out you’ve been pestering me, you’ll just get beat up again.”
Prussia growled and made a fist with his hand. He pointed his finger at the two of them as he backed away.
“I’ll get you one day! You better remember that! I’ll be back, then you’ll be mine, chickie!” He turned and ran away to meet up with his buddies who stood looking on at the entry-way of the gym.
“Hey, thanks Poland. But you don’t need to stand up for me like that, I can handle him myself.”
“Yea, well. I just don’t like to see bullies like him picking on other kids. Besides, you’re my friend and friends stick together.” Poland smiled and sat down next to the other girl.
“So are you waiting for someone? The game’s over and most everyone is leaving.” Poland asked her curiously.
“Not in particular.” Norway re-crossed her legs neatly as her eyes scanned the gym.
The door to the locker rooms opened and another group of boys piled out, high-fiving their friends for a game well played.
“All right guys! That was a great game! See you tomorrow at practice!” The spiky-haired couch called to the group, waving. Everyone was in high spirits.
A brown-haired boy ran up to the two girls sitting on the bleachers. He spun Poland around in an energetic hug, both laughing and smiling. Norway watched the two lovebirds, a small tinge in her heart wanting the same kind of relationship.
“Liet! You were like, so cool!” Poland gushed.
“You were watching me, Poland?”
“Of course I was, dummy! You’re my boyfriend!” Poland kissed him on the cheek and he blushed.
“Come on baby, you’re so hot, let’s go out.” The jock grinned at her, showing his shiny white teeth.
“I don’t care for you, go away.” She tossed her hair.
The jock got angry. “But I am awesome! You come to my every game to see me play. You’ve seen me kick those pussies’ asses all over the court!” He started to reach for her, only to have his hand slapped away.
“Prussia! What are you doing harassing Norway like that!” A girl stood with her hands on her hips glaring down at the football player.
“Poland! What would you know? Mind your own business for once!” The jock angrily retorted.
“I know better than to hang around with you.” Poland sniffed. “You smell.” She stepped in between her friend and Prussia.
“You better run away now, cuz Liet is coming to pick me up now. If he finds out you’ve been pestering me, you’ll just get beat up again.”
Prussia growled and made a fist with his hand. He pointed his finger at the two of them as he backed away.
“I’ll get you one day! You better remember that! I’ll be back, then you’ll be mine, chickie!” He turned and ran away to meet up with his buddies who stood looking on at the entry-way of the gym.
“Hey, thanks Poland. But you don’t need to stand up for me like that, I can handle him myself.”
“Yea, well. I just don’t like to see bullies like him picking on other kids. Besides, you’re my friend and friends stick together.” Poland smiled and sat down next to the other girl.
“So are you waiting for someone? The game’s over and most everyone is leaving.” Poland asked her curiously.
“Not in particular.” Norway re-crossed her legs neatly as her eyes scanned the gym.
The door to the locker rooms opened and another group of boys piled out, high-fiving their friends for a game well played.
“All right guys! That was a great game! See you tomorrow at practice!” The spiky-haired couch called to the group, waving. Everyone was in high spirits.
A brown-haired boy ran up to the two girls sitting on the bleachers. He spun Poland around in an energetic hug, both laughing and smiling. Norway watched the two lovebirds, a small tinge in her heart wanting the same kind of relationship.
“Liet! You were like, so cool!” Poland gushed.
“You were watching me, Poland?”
“Of course I was, dummy! You’re my boyfriend!” Poland kissed him on the cheek and he blushed.
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Even though, it some time since you wrote the "start" ;D
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