Operation: No Quarter-Back [ON HOLD :/ ]

Who says that the head cheerleader has to date the quarterback?
Well I'm not following it.
That's why I'm breaking de trend nd going out with any guy. Any guy but the quarterback.
Any guy but Ian Rodgers.
Navigate with Skylar Khrest as she tries desperately to avoid Ian.
Then new guy, or so she thinks, Zac DeJavier, comes along and things might just get better.
Or a lot worser.
READ PLZZ ND U WON'T REGRET IT :)
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2. Senior Year

 

3 years later…

 

I walked down the hallway.

The so familiar halls of Iyllar High. It seemed… unusual… different as my feet took its solemn march down it. No one was about. The long hallway was deserted.  My breath quickened as I walked cautiously down it as if waiting for someone to jump out of a dark corner and scare me.   

The lockers on each side of the corridor was plastered with flyers for the upcoming senior prom that was still months away. A poster pasted on a red locker caught my eye. It had a picture of me and the jerk for ‘Prom King and Queen’. Ian Rodgers. The name I despised the most. I would most likely vomit if I was forced to stand next to him for a night. Glued to his side. Like a love struck teenager, which I most certainly wasn’t.

“Skylar,” a familiar voice said from somewhere in front of me. I was too focused on the poster that I hadn’t even noticed the boy standing or kneeling in front of the Biology Lab.

It was a terrible nightmare that seemed to come out of a horror movie.

With a grin plastered on his annoying and cocky face, Ian reminded me of someone I had once thought him to be. Someone that was sweet, charming and loving. Someone different from the Ian that I had come to know.

 “Hey Sky,” he greeted nervously. That was weird. Ian was the king of cool. Why would he be nervous and why the heck did something seem to flutter inside of me? Was that my heart? Or was that what everyone meant when they said ‘butterflies in my stomach’?

“Ian,” I acknowledged him in a single word as I gritted my teeth together.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, again in that nervous tone.

“Tell me what Ian?” I snapped.

“Chill Sky. Chill.”

“Don’t tell me to chill Ian. Just tell me what it is or I’m gone.”

“Okay,” he mumbled out as he pulled a case out of his pocket before continuing, “See, Sky… We’ve known each other for a while now and well… I just want to tell you that you’re just the most amazing girl ever.”

“Uh… are you kidding me?” I asked bewildered.

“No, Sky. I’m in love with you. You’re just amazing,” he replied.

I was stunned. Did he just say what I think he said? I love you? He must be going mental?

Ian and I are what many people call enemies. He’s my nemesis. We don’t tolerate each others existence. Each others well being wasn’t high on our list. So it didn’t make sense for him to love me. No way would Ian Rodgers love Skylar Khrest. It’s like Demi Lovato loving Niall Horan back. Impossible. But he loves me? Me? Him love me? This is not happening? Or was it? He stared at me with those same eyes that star-crossed lovers stared at each other in movies while I still stared at him eyes wide open in pure, undefined confusion.

As I thought it over, Ian opened the case in his hand, revealing a 14-carat diamond ring. Mesmerisingly beautiful.

“Will you marry me Skylar Rosie Khrest?” he asked as I watched him, eyes wide open, stunned

Before wondering how he knew my middle name, a reflex took action and I screamed, “No!” as I woke up from my dreadful and scary nightmare. In my alarmed state, I had fallen out of my king-sized bed and hit the carpet face first.

Getting up, I tucked my disgruntled brown hair behind my ear and paused, giving my heart a chance to restart since it had stopped working due to the nightmare. Slowly my thumping heart went back to its normal pace.

Taking in my fairly sized room, my eyes settled on a picture plastered onto my crème wall. I detested that picture but kept it around because it reminded me of my goal.

Ian was smiling back at me or really at the camera as the photographer took a picture of that face of his. Clearly capturing the man behind the jerky grin. Absorbed in himself. Cocky. Self-conceited and basically annoying.

It had been taken last year after he ran the winning touchdown for the Iyllar Panthers, making him the quarterback this year.

I was positive that half of the school population had this picture plastered in their rooms, having made a shrine for it.

Mine was different. Instead of having hearts all over the picture and writing Mrs. Ian Rodgers near his jerky face, I had thrown darts all over it.

“Not again,” I muttered as remembered my untimely wakening.

Remembering my dream last week, I rubbed the drowsiness out of my eyes.

It had been more like a nightmare since a dream certified something…well…pleasurable.

The dream had been of the very same guy. Ian. Same place. In front of the accursed bio lab. But in the other dream, instead of asking me to marry him, he had pulled out a diamond heart pendant that must’ve been worth a lot and asked me to be his girl. That would never happen in a million years.

Ian freaking Rodgers was a cocky jerk that played girls and discarded of them like they were yesterday’s mushu pork. I did not want to be another forgotten face in the sea of girls that he went through in his miserable existence.

Other than the photo of him, my room was covered with snap shots of my two besties, Gianna and Lisha and many of my sister, Rynna who I missed terribly after she moved to Harvard Law.

A knock on the wooden door brought me out of my thoughts.

“Who is it?” I called out, staring at my refection in my mirror.

“It’s me, Sky,” mom answered. “I hope you’re getting ready for school.”

“Yeah, mom. I’ll be down in a minute,” I called out as I headed for the bathroom. Glaring at the picture, I quickly retrieved a dart from my drawer at aimed it at him. My eyes locked onto his, calculating as I threw the dart and it landed on one of his eyes.

Bulls’ eye.

 

       v     v     v

 

“Sky, you had better have eaten something before you leave this house,” dad said in a stern voice, worry written all over his handsome face.

“Already did dad,” I replied as I showed him the half eaten lightly buttered toast in my hand.

“A single toast isn’t a full breakfast, Sky. At least grab a fruit and a coffee to go with it, honey,” mom insisted as they both badgered me about my health.

“Fine, but I’ll grab a latte or something at Starbucks on the way,” I muttered as I grumbled and picked an apple form the top of the fruit basket.

“Bye honey,” they called out as I rushed out the door.

“Bye. Love yous.”

 

       v     v     v

 

“Finally! Our chariot has arrived,” Gianna said as I pulled up in front of them. Lisha was standing next to her, in deep thought as they got in. Picking them up was always easy as they were neighbours.

“Well, hello to you too,” I said in a feigned anger-filled tone.

“Ha-ha.”

“What’s up with Ms. Doom-n-Gloom?” I asked, seeing Lisha in the rear view mirror with a sad expression on her face.

“Nothing,” Lee insisted as she forced a smile on her face.

“It’s not nothing, Lee,” Gee said, sitting on my right. “The thing is, Lee doesn’t think that Blake likes her even though he stares at her during Calculus. You’ve seen it, eh Sky? Since you’re sitting next to her.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I agreed, as I focused my eyes onto the road ahead and not looking at Gee or Lee at all. I wasn’t lying; I was just keeping the truth from her as a good friend. That excuses it, right?

“See, Lee? You’ve got Blake hooked for sure,” Gianna insisted as she looked at Lisha, who had seemed to brighten up after that. “Now I just need to get Drew to glance at me,”

“You’ll get him for sure Gianna. Have faith,” I added encouragingly.

“Hope so. Anyways,” she paused, as she contemplated what to say next.

“You had better not start talking about what I think you’re gonna say, Gee. Choose your next words carefully or you’ll be hiking to school,” I warned.

“Oh come on Sky. You still haven’t told us why you’ve not only sworn off Ian but the whole quarterback population,” Lisha persisted.

“It’s nothing. I just find them annoying.”

“Please Sky,” they both begged. “There’s more to it than that,”

“Okay, fine,” I said as tears streamed down my face. “Two years ago Rynna dated the QB for Rally High. Steve Clark. He was all she ever talked about. How nice he was. What a gentleman he was. She made him sound perfect. Y’all know Rynna. So trusting. She had changed her whole life plan for him, going to Phoenix College, where Steve was going. Well, a month before graduation she walked into him and her best friend going at it in his bedroom. They hadn’t even noticed her until she started screaming profanities at them. He was bloody two-timing her. And with her best friend too,” I said then paused as I remembered Ry telling me, tears streaming down her face as it reddened. “After that she applied to other colleges and luckily Harvard still accepted her. Steve came around later on and said that he loved and all that bull that teenage boys feed you and how it didn’t mean anything. Well, luckily, she didn’t believe him,” I finished off, and then looked on at the road at the passing scenery.

“That’s why you don’t date quarterbacks?” Gianna asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah. You could say that,” I answered.

“But if Ian wasn’t a QB would you date him?” Lisha inquired.

“No point of that happening. I’m not his type. He said so himself.”

“You’re everyone’s type Sky, especially Ian’s. Have you ever seen the way that he looks at you?” Lisha asked pointedly. “Have you?”

“Yeah, with disgust and loathing,” I replied with an isn’t-it-obvious tone.

“No!” Gianna said. “That’s what it may seem like, but you should look beneath the surface. Look beneath what he is showing, Sky,”

“Oh really? Like that saying, don’t judge a book by its cover. That only happens in books and movies.”

“Just listen to what we are saying Sky,” Lisha insisted. “Somewhere deep inside you, you know we’re telling you the truth.”

“I certainly do not,” I snapped, my eyes still trained on the road ahead.

“No good denying it, Sky. But I’ll just say what we’re thinking out loud,” Gianna said, her chocolate eyes staring at me. “Ian the so-called jerk tends to really care about you, no denying it. When he looks at you, it’s with longing and of wanting to kiss you. Everyone sees it. Lee does. Me too. Sometimes I wanna gag with disgust.”

“Kiss me?” I asked.

“Yeah. Kiss you like hell.”

“Oh!” I muttered. Kissing him would be hell. Hell of a great time.

Where did that come from?

 

         v     v     v

 

First period Bio class was awful. Gianna and Lisha had dropped bio for the year while I was stuck having it alone with the entire jerk force attending it.

 My partner was none other than Blake Flynn who had repeatedly brought up his proposal of us going out sometime.

“So what do you think?” he asked as I remained focused on the dead frog, on the tabletop, that we were both supposed to be dissecting.

He must be delusional. Why would I date him?

“How about you help me first then I’ll think about it, eh?” I snapped.

“Uh… okay,” he said in a rather glad tone, not seeming to get my snappy tone as he grabbed the other scalpel and started cutting.

Fifty minutes later, with the frog dissected, diagrams drawn, lab handed in and everything cleaned up, I was left with no other excuse in order to avoid Blake.

“So have you thought about it?” Blake asked as he dried his clean hand with a clean towel.

“Yes,” I replied.

“And?”

“Uh… no.”

“No you won’t go out with me?”

“Yes, I won’t,” I said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to see Grey about a pest thing I seem to be having.”

My feet moved involuntarily towards Grey’s lab table. Grey was the captain for the Iyllar High soccer team. He had unusually dark hair that brought out his attractive green eyes. He was very skilled at everything. Soccer, school, girls and all.

He was unfortunately stuck with Ian Rodgers as his lab partner, who was ranting on and on about Saturday’s party at his house.

“Ian, am I invited?” I asked as I remained standing at their table.

“Yeah, Sky. Wouldn’t be a party without you and the squad there,” Ian said as he put on that cocky grin that made me want to beat his face in.

“Pervert,” I muttered under my breath. “Thanks for the invite,” I added dryly as I glanced over at Grey who was staring at his note-pad and not saying a word at all. “So Grey, wanna go with me?”

Grey looked around the room as if there was another Grey that I was addressing.

“M-Me?” he stuttered out.

“Uh…well yeah.”

“Uh… sure Sky. I’d be delighted,” he said with sincerity.

Ian’s smile seemed to be dampened then rose up slightly.

“What?” I asked. “Don’t tell me that you actually thought we were going together.”

“I was just trying to piece together what your dead frog ever did to deserve having its leg hacked off repeatedly. Pissed aren’t we?” Ian said in a British accent, trying desperately to copy Alex Pettyfer’s accent but failing miserably.

He had become even more annoying ever since senior year started.

“What were you doing staring at my table for? Scared I’d kill your friend over there. And by the way I didn’t mean to hack its leg off. My scalpel slipped when Blake kept on trying to ask me out on a freaking date. Tell him I’m not interested and to back off, will you?” I said as I walked away, enjoying the look of fury on his face, that resembled a mad bull on a rampage.

I had got him good.


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