Young Writers Society

Here comes the third chapter (sorry I couldn't get it on before. First I got logged out by mistake, then I didn't have enough money,...) so get ready for my best chapter yet:

Alicia raced through the cafeteria doors and turned the corner. That was so stupid of me! Why'd I have to be that shy? she thought angrily to herself as she came to the deserted hallway where her locker was. He probably hates me now! She reached her locker, grabbed her com and opened it. She checked the marked up schedule. The next class was... gym with Dylan. She groaned loudly and looked around to see that, fortunately, nobody had heard her utter that huge groan. She grabbed her gym clothes and zipped into the girls' locker room.

She got dressed for gym slowly, pondering on what to say to Dylan once she got there. When the other girls came in, chatting and laughing, Alicia had barely gotten changed into a gym shirt. She hurriedly checked the clock. She still had almost five minutes. She dawdled getting the rest of her clothes on just so that she didn't have to spend more time in the gym than necessary.

Finally, as she was taking off her sandals and putting on sockes and black Converses, she glanced at the clock, thinking that she had maybe a minute and a half left, and did a double take. Gym was about to start in thirty secounds! Nobody else was in the locker room either. Another bad sign. She ignored the dangling laces on her shoes and jammed her regular clothes into her changing locker.

She ran down the hall to the other side of the school were the gymnasium was like she had never run before. The hallways were so quiet and empty you could hear a pin drop. She skidded to a stop just before the gym doors and came in pretending to have been walking the whole time.

Everybody had started warm-ups and stared at her. It was obvious that she had been running full-blast down the hall. Her ponytail had little bits of her caramel colored hair flying, her face was bright red and her breathing was hard and heavy. She glanced around and seeing that the coach was barking at another student and hadn't seen her come in late, she quickly sat behind a tall girl with short blonde hair and did warm-ups with the whole class.

She held her breath as the coach told the boy to sit in his office until gym was over and stomped back over to them. "That young man was late and thought he wouldn't get caught running down the halls. WELL HE DID!" He yelled, showering the kids up front with flecks of spittle. "And don't let me ever catch anyone else doing tat either," he warned, his face reddening, his veins throbbing, and his voice lowering dangerously.

"But let's not dwell on that rule-breaker right now. Today we're playing dodgeball!" Most of the kids whooped and cheered. A few of them groaned. Alicia didn't say anything. She didn't know anything about dodgeball. She tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of her.

The girl turned around and smiled at her and said, "Oh hi! I'm Mallory Stillwell! You must be new here because I know most of the kids in 8th grade and I've never seen you before. What did you want to ask me?" "Hi, my name's Alicia Corosey. I haven't been to school since kindergarten and I don't know dodgeball so can you give me the rules," Alicia asked, feeling abot 5 years old. "Okay split into two teams. This side versus that side," the coach bellowed.

Mallory whispered all the rules into Alicia's ear as t a kid started to roll out the balls. "Got it all down?" Alicia nodded. "Good then get ready to play some dodgeball!" Mallory said as the stretched a little to loosen up before playing. "Ready..." the coach barked. Kids ran up front and others ran back against the wall. Alicia grabbed a ball that was bouncing towards her. "Set..." More kids had a change of mind and ran to the back. Alicia held her ball before her face and squeezed her eyes shut.

"THROW!" the coach yelled blowing his whistle. Balls were thrown at random, hoping to hit someone, anyone. They flew in every direction and kids scattered. "Okay, so I throw like this?" Alicia asked Mallory, whipping a ball at an oblivious fat kid and hitting him with a loud smack in the stomach. Mallory winced for him as he doubled over and crawled on his hands and knees over to the benches. "Did I hit him too hard?" Alicia gasped, shocked at how hard it had hit him. "No, just keep doing that," Mallory said, dumbfounded.

Together Alicia and Mallory wworked as a well-oiled machine. Alicia threw the balls at anyone that wasn't paying attention and almost always hit her target. Mallory mostly caught balls and told her about incoming balls because, although she was pretty good at dodgeball, she wasn't as good as Alicia.

Soon their were only four people left in the game. It was Alicia and Mallory vs. Dylan and a girl named Amy, who was snobby and thought that she was popular. "Awww, crap!" Mallory whispered to Alicia. "What?" "Dylan's the best dodgeball player in the whole junior high! Nobody ever beats him!" Mallory said, a note of panic in her voice.

"Teams shake hands to show good sportsmanship," the coach said in a bored kind of way. Alicia shook hands first with Amy, who sneered at her, and then with Dylan. Dyaln leaned over and whispered in her ear, "May the best man win, and I intend to do so," he teased. "Good luck with that; you'll need it," Alicia teased back. "Ready.... Set.... THROW!"

For awhile they all threw balls and dodged without anything happening. But Amy broke a nail throwing a ball and turned away to examine it. Alicia quickly threw a ball at her and it hit her foot. Amy, being the natural-born drama queen, screamed and limped to the benches groaning and wailing, even though Alicia hadn't even thrown it very hard. Alicia and mallory turned and gave each other high-fives, when wham! a ball hit Mallory hard in the side and she fell backward. Now it was just Dylan and Alicia.

Dylan immediately backed up because he knew that if Alicia were to come up closer he would hit her and if she were to throw a ball from where she was he'd catch it because it wouldn't have the force it usually did. So Dylan would chuck the balls as hard as he could and Alicia would try to catch them, realize that she couldn't and just end up dodging them.

Mallory realized that her friend was in trouble so she and a couple of her friends started stomping their feet and cheering for her. It slowly spread and soon everyone on the bleachers started to scream and cheer for Alicia. Dylan looked up in the stands awestruck, but snapped out of it so he could focus on the game. Just as he was turning around a ball greeted his face with a loud smack! and the game was over. Alicia had won.

When Alicia and Mallory left the gym, people patted them on the back and congratulated them warmly. All day long the school was a buzz about it. "Did you hear that that new girl Alicia beat Dylan in dodgeball?" "... and then Alicia hit him right in the face!" "I still can't believe that a new girl that never played dodgeball before actually beat Dylan!"

At the end of the day when everyone went back to homeroom for ten minutes to talk and do a little homework. Alicia and Dylan talked and Alicia apoloigized for running off at lunch. "Yeah, that's okay," Dylan said, flashing his cute smile at her. "Hey um, where do you live?" "Oh, I live in the big brick house on Knox Drive. It's the first one." she said smiling back. "Oh, I know where that is. I live in the street across from it. Want to walk home together?" Dylan asked, his green eyes pleading. "Sure!" Alicia grinned even wider.

They walked and chatted the whole way. It was just so... comfortable to talk to him alone, Alicia thought. Her hand brushed his and he smiled at her while she blushed red. She looked deep into those grass green eyes and felt like she would absolutely melt under the sun's heat and look of those eyes.

They seemed to reach the empty driveway too soon, though. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Alicia whispered. Dylan didn't respond but he just walked closer to her. He kissed her and she felt herself drifting away on cloud nine as she kissed him back. It was utter bliss and there was nothing like the soft warmth of his lips on hers. He put his arms around her waist and she put on his shoulders. They kissed long and passionately and when they stopped, Alicia wanted to grab him and kiss him forever.

"Will you go out with me, Alicia?" Dylan murmured, looking as astonished as she felt but still pleased with the kiss. Alicia looked up into his face and saw that his face was pleading, ready to hang on to every word she would say. "You didn't even need to ask me that," she whispered softly, pulling him into a warm embrace. She breathed in his smell of nature and the dew on grass.

"My parents will be home soon so you have to leave," Alicia said sadly. Dylan nodded, pulled out his skate board and skating down the driveway, giving her a last fleeting glance as he waved and shouted goodbye. Alicia smiled and waved back. Today had been the best day Alicia could ask for and she knew that tomorrow would be even better.

Yeah, I know it's really long and you're all like 'Hey, when the nothing's fair part gonna come in the story?' Well, just wait and it'll happen. Please comment!