quick peck on Tom’s cheek and jumped out of the car, noting that Wes was there…again with his shirt off? Lucy closed the door in Tom’s face before he could yell out some highly inappropriate comment. She was almost inside when Wes asked, “What’s in the bag?”
“None of your business.”
“Is that your new boyfriend?”
“Way too personal a question, buddy.”
Wes said flirtatiously, “How am I supposed to get on your good side if you never talk to me?”
Lucy was about to walk inside, when she turned around and said, “Seriously, prove that you want to learn something about me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You seem smart enough, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” With that, ponytail swinging, she shut the door in his face. Wes cringed, but then smiled. Unlike the obviously available cheerleaders, Lucy was making the “hard to get” thing a lot of fun.
You need to do something big.
Like what?
What’s the most important thing to her?
Marching band? Drumline?
So, check out the halftime show.
I can’t. Coach will kill me!
Do you like the girl or not?
Excellent point.
* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT: Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing)
Lucy picked up Bronwyn before the second home game of the season. It was a perfect late summer evening and Bronwyn was bursting with excitement at how far the show had come in the past couple of weeks. The senior Fluegers would be attending and she was pumped that her parents could see how far things had come since band camp. Lucy seemed distracted as she drove and Bronwyn didn’t want to push things with her new upperclassman friend by questioning the senior’s personal life. Bronwyn still thought that any day Lucy would wake up and realize she was just some dorky freshman and stop having anything to do with her. Bronwyn had heard rumors in the past week that Lucy’s relationship with former rival school Drum Captain, Sam, was over, but didn’t feel like bringing up that particular subject with her favorite bass drummer. Together, the girls walked into the school. Lucy looked at Bronwyn and said, “I’ll have to catch you in there. I forgot something at my car.”
Bronwyn shrugged and hurried over to the band room, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Drew. Ever since he talked to her during the game, they had been exchanging stupid jokes and one-liners at inappropriate times during the show. Bronwyn didn’t realize how much she was coming to really look forward to those little moments.
Watching Bronwyn scurry down the hall, Lucy took a deep breath; suddenly second guessing her and Tom’s stunt.
What are you worried about?
Uh, hello? We’re not exactly Mr. Izzo’s favorite section, you know?
What’s the worst that could happen?
He could kick you both out. Take away your Lieutenant Braid?
Lucy frowned at that thought. She really liked wearing the shiny silver braid on her uniform.
No. We’ve come too far. Plus, this will live in infamy. I’m doing it.
Lucy went back to her car and grabbed the bag with her “other uniform.” Walking into the school, she went directly to a girl’s bathroom in the freshman hall and put on her recently purchased garments under her uniform. She and Tom had taped up her shoes the night before so she could easily remove the black tape on the far side of the field.
Whistling the tune of the opener as she walked, Lucy smiled to herself; no one has a clue…
At the same time Lucy was getting ready for the game, across the school’s campus in the locker room, Wes nervously tied his shoes. Sean, one of his teammates, clapped him on the shoulder pad, “What’s up, dude? There’s no reason to be nervous. We’re going to totally stomp East Hemingway.”
Wes smiled at his teammate’s confidence. He wasn’t nervous about the game, and knew that the Flyers probably wouldn’t even need his extra points or field goals. The British transfer student was worried about what the Coach was going to do after he
“None of your business.”
“Is that your new boyfriend?”
“Way too personal a question, buddy.”
Wes said flirtatiously, “How am I supposed to get on your good side if you never talk to me?”
Lucy was about to walk inside, when she turned around and said, “Seriously, prove that you want to learn something about me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You seem smart enough, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” With that, ponytail swinging, she shut the door in his face. Wes cringed, but then smiled. Unlike the obviously available cheerleaders, Lucy was making the “hard to get” thing a lot of fun.
You need to do something big.
Like what?
What’s the most important thing to her?
Marching band? Drumline?
So, check out the halftime show.
I can’t. Coach will kill me!
Do you like the girl or not?
Excellent point.
* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT: Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing)
Lucy picked up Bronwyn before the second home game of the season. It was a perfect late summer evening and Bronwyn was bursting with excitement at how far the show had come in the past couple of weeks. The senior Fluegers would be attending and she was pumped that her parents could see how far things had come since band camp. Lucy seemed distracted as she drove and Bronwyn didn’t want to push things with her new upperclassman friend by questioning the senior’s personal life. Bronwyn still thought that any day Lucy would wake up and realize she was just some dorky freshman and stop having anything to do with her. Bronwyn had heard rumors in the past week that Lucy’s relationship with former rival school Drum Captain, Sam, was over, but didn’t feel like bringing up that particular subject with her favorite bass drummer. Together, the girls walked into the school. Lucy looked at Bronwyn and said, “I’ll have to catch you in there. I forgot something at my car.”
Bronwyn shrugged and hurried over to the band room, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Drew. Ever since he talked to her during the game, they had been exchanging stupid jokes and one-liners at inappropriate times during the show. Bronwyn didn’t realize how much she was coming to really look forward to those little moments.
Watching Bronwyn scurry down the hall, Lucy took a deep breath; suddenly second guessing her and Tom’s stunt.
What are you worried about?
Uh, hello? We’re not exactly Mr. Izzo’s favorite section, you know?
What’s the worst that could happen?
He could kick you both out. Take away your Lieutenant Braid?
Lucy frowned at that thought. She really liked wearing the shiny silver braid on her uniform.
No. We’ve come too far. Plus, this will live in infamy. I’m doing it.
Lucy went back to her car and grabbed the bag with her “other uniform.” Walking into the school, she went directly to a girl’s bathroom in the freshman hall and put on her recently purchased garments under her uniform. She and Tom had taped up her shoes the night before so she could easily remove the black tape on the far side of the field.
Whistling the tune of the opener as she walked, Lucy smiled to herself; no one has a clue…
At the same time Lucy was getting ready for the game, across the school’s campus in the locker room, Wes nervously tied his shoes. Sean, one of his teammates, clapped him on the shoulder pad, “What’s up, dude? There’s no reason to be nervous. We’re going to totally stomp East Hemingway.”
Wes smiled at his teammate’s confidence. He wasn’t nervous about the game, and knew that the Flyers probably wouldn’t even need his extra points or field goals. The British transfer student was worried about what the Coach was going to do after he
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