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InGen High p10
By CeratosPit
Later, Al, Ian and Billy finished playing games and had some pizza and pop. The montage music quieted down a little to hear what they were saying. “So let me, ah, get this straight.” Ian bagan while eating. “Nick left the cafeteria, then El came up to you, and asked you to get her drunk?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much how it all went down.” Al confirmed. “Except, everyone but me drank resPonsibly, and I was the only one noticeably intoxicated. Then she said she looked forward to seeing me at tonight’s game.”
“Alright!” Billy congratulated. “Chalk up one for the Grant-meister!”
Ian was still a tad skeptical. “Hey, ah, I-I dunno, Al. I mean, ah, did it occur to you that maybe she was just using you to get beer?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Al asked accusingly.
“Look Al, you’re a, ah, great guy and all, but I mean let’s face it. You’ve only known El for half a day, and you’re no Nick Van Owen.”
“That’s true, man.” Billy concurred. “That Nick Van Owen, he could get girls like he was Michael Jackson or somebody.”
Al raised his arms in disbelief. “You know, I can’t belive you guys. I mean, just because I’m not the organizer of the ‘Save the Feminists’ committee and I don’t have the buns of a Greek god, you think this girl can’t be interested in me for who I am? Shame on you.”
Ian sighed, because he knew his friend had a point. “Okay, then. Go for it, man. I mean, if she’s broken up with Nick and all, then you might as well, ah, go in for the rebound. I hope it works out.”
“Thank you.” Al said slowly and bluntly.
“Just remember, man. Make sure it ain’t a one way relationship. I’ve seen kids in this school so obsessed with the folks they were crushing on, that they turned themselves into completely different people just to please them. It’s freakin’ scary.”
Right about then, the 'new and improved' Sarah Harding, sPorting Rocawear gear came up to their booth and pulled some bizarre secret handshake on Ian. “Yo, Big M, what’s goin’ down, my brotha?”
“Ah, Sarah?” Ian asked confused.
“No doubt, Boy-eee!” Sarah jumped on the table. “I was just kickin’ it wiff mah posse down at the 711 when I thought I’d get da 411 on mah number one dawg! That‘s you. Dig?”
A man in a Rat costume walked over to the booth. “Excuse me, young lady,” he addressed in a rather scratchy voice, “I’m afraid I must ask you to step off the--”
“You betta step off, Rat-boy!” Sarah snapped. “You betta step off, I ain’t playin’! These Tims are new, I don’t wanna soil them when I stick my foot up yo’ behind! Step off, bitch!” The rat man ran off weeping beneath his large, grinning rodent face. Sarah just scoffed. “Tch. Stupid mama’s boy. So, M, I gonna see you at da game tonight? Shit is gonna off da hook for real, son!”
“Uh, I’m afraid not…Sarah.” Ian explained. “I find football completely boring in all honesty. In fact, the only thing I find less interesting is, ah, fashion. Or is that the other way around?”
Sarah found herself lost for a moment, only a moment. DesPite her façade, she almost drove Ian further away. She quickly regained her footing in their conversation though. “A’ight, True dat. True dat. Shoot, I was just playin’ dawg. Football is some serious whacked out shiznit. I ain’t feelin’ it myself, Boo. I was just playin’ see?”
“Sarah,” Ian inquired. “Have you been, ah, hanging around Eddie Carr’s High Hide?”
Sarah laughed at Ian’s question. “Malcolm, you a clown, boy! You just like dat one mofo in dat movie wit da crazy shit in there! You trippin’, son, straight trippin‘!”
The Rat-man came by with a couple of cops. “There she is, officers! That’s the girl that hurt my feelings!”
“Young lady.” one of the cops advised. “Please step off the table.”
Sarah complied, reluctantly. “Shoot, I’m out, Big-M. I’d stick ‘round, but da giant gerbil here brought da bacon patrol.” she pulled yet another bizarre handshake on him. “You and me tight, bro. I’m out. Peace.”
Sarah strutted to the exit in a very carefree manner. This came to an abrupt finish when she stopped to yell, “What!?” at an old lady looking at her. She then continued walking and stepped out. The boys, cops and the rat-man looked on, with little comprehension of the past events.
“Who exposed her to red kryptonite?” Billy asked. Nobody answered but one of the cops looked at them funny.
“Say…” the cop began. “Ain’t you those kids who drove off during that anime fan gang war?”
The boys sweated a little. Ian tried to answer as casually as he could. “Um…No. That was, ah… other kids.” The two policemen looked him in the eye. Ian blinked, twitched and swallowed what felt like a quart of saliva. Then just as suddenly, the cops backed off.
“Sorry to bother you kids.” the second officer apologized as they left. The boys all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Man.” Al said. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Hold up.” Billy asked. “I wanna try something.“ the 8-year old made a series of squeaking sounds and threw his last slice of pizza at the back of Rat-man’s vest. Within seconds, he was covered by a myriad of pizza loving rodents. The boys were gone. Outside of Ratty Cheeses, the trio walked over to Ian’s car.
2 B Continued...
2/23/2003 12:03:07 AM
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