“Duckies,”
Daniel shouted.
Jackie was taken
back by his tone. Daniel never raised his voice. She had counted on his
easy-going personality to make the reaction of her betrayal less traumatic. Or
was that – dramatic?
“You wrote
that I have duckies on my underwear.”
“Actually,”
said Jackie. “I told them your boxers had ducks.”
“And how
does that make a difference? People still think I have ducks on my underwear.”
“There’s
nothing wrong with ducks,” said Jackie. “I like ducks.”
“Well then,
that changes everything. Doesn’t it? You told the entire school that my blue
boxers have cute yellow ducks on them.”
“If you’re
going to put it that way, of course it’s going to sound bad.”
“What other
way is there to put it?”
“Come on,
Daniel. Work with me here. I had to come up with something to tell the jocks or
they were going to find out I knew about the drugs. Ducks were just the first
thing that came to mind. Get over it.”
Daniel
crossed his arms and glared at her. At least he wasn’t yelling any more.
“Be mad at
me later,” said Jackie. “We have to follow up on this while we still have the
chance. Now that we know Tyler is
involved we just have to find out who he sells his drugs to on campus. But in
order to do that I need to get past his sports goons.”
“No problem
there,” snarked Daniel. “I can distract them with my duckie underwear.”
“Don’t be
silly. You don’t have any duck underwear.”
Daniel
threw his arms up in the air and screamed, “Now you tell the truth. When no one
is around to hear it. For the rest of the time I’m still in school everyone is
going to call me Duck Boy, or Duckie, or maybe even Quackers. In one fell swoop
you have ruined what remains of my high school experience.”
“Don’t you
think you are over reacting just a little bit?”
Daniel
answered clear and loud. “No!”
“You watch
and see. By next week no one will even remember this.” Jackie waved her hands
to dismiss the matter. “Let’s get back to MY problem.”
“Which one
would that be? The stabbing your friends in the back problem? Or maybe the
totally self-absorbed problem that prevents ninety percent of the school from
liking you?”
“Please,
stop. I’m talking about how I need to find a way to crack open this drug ring
in school and write a column that will accepted into the Journalism curriculum
at ASU.”
“Yea. The
whole self-absorbed thing just went right over your head, didn’t it?”
“Daniel.”
Jackie grabbed her friend by both shoulders and shook him. “Focus!”
“Why don’t
you just join the Tyler Dunhurst fan club and then you can follow him around
all you like. Then you can share your self-absorption with the snobs on the
cheer squad.”
“Yes. That
– is – it.”
“You’re
going to become a cheerleader?”
“No. I’m
going to write a series of columns about them” Jackie grabbed a pen and her
steno-pad from out of her purse.
Daniel reached
out and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I can see that you’ve gone over to the
darkside. Vanity pieces. Fad fashion reviews. Who knows what will come after
that.”
“Get real,”
said Jackie. “Tyler is surrounded by cheerleaders every minute of the day. I
don’t need to find a way to follow him, I just need to figure out how I can get
the information I want from those jumping, bleached bunnies.”
“Hmm. That
might work.”
Then Jackie
was out the door, leaving Daniel alone in her bedroom. She sped down the stairs.
Like a gust of wind she tore through the living room. Faster than
Speedy-Gonzales, she bolted out the front door and ran smack into Amanda Groat.
Both of
them tumbled to the ground.
What a
lousy time to encounter her arch rival.
Nice, I liked it.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I like ducks too. ;)
DeleteThanks. This has been a busy week with all the preparations for Christmas. I was worried it would reflect in the quality of the story-telling.
DeleteSpeaking of Holidays - Merry Christmas to you and everyone else.
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