I feel bad to say it….but I think this group is pretty much dead….
“Gwen, huh? It’s a nice name! I’m Phillip.” the brunette grinned, telling her his own name in a, most likely useless, attempt to make her stop with the nickname. Though when she mentioned ‘stable’ the boy’s smile faltered slightly; “Ah, a-a deal’s a deal so…” Phillip started; only now realizing what he had gotten himself into. Stable equaled horses, right? It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, he had to admit they had a charm most animals didn’t, but he had heard some pretty nasty stories about them and the injuries they could cause and getting hurt wasn’t exactly part of his plan.
“…They’re not dangerous, are they? I can’t afford to get injured at this time so… I-It’s not like I don’t want to help! But…” he hesitated, a bit worried that the blonde would take his words in the wrong way or in worst case not even understand what he was talking about.
“Mm. Thanks, Snowball. Hm… I like Snowball better than Phillip~.” Gwen stretched her arms above her head, feeling her back pop and crack. As they trudged through the snow, she thought about the things she would have him do. Probably muck out the stalls or brush the horses. Something easy for his feeble mind to do.
She looked back at him, frowning. “Dangerous? Horses aren’t dangerous. They’re quite tame.” Some of them anyway. That didn’t mean that she would have to tell him that. Some of them were a bit rough around the edges but not all of them.
“I-it’s ok! Don’t…worry about it,” Phillip replied, a smile grazing his lips once again. He was still a bit taken aback because of the yelling, but she apologized, so he didn’t really have the right to continue feeling bad because of it. After all it felt like she was uncomfortable about having to tell him she was sorry about it and for all he knew that was enough to change the subject.
Looking at her for a few seconds while deciding what to say he realized that he hadn’t even gotten her name, most likely due to his excitement to play in the snow. “Ah, sorry but, what was your name?” he smiled sheepishly only to open his mouth to speak again. “I should do my part of the deal now, shouldn’t I? Let’s go to the…uh…” …what was he supposed to do again? Blaming his excitement Phillip couldn’t do anything but laugh embarrassingly, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t get mad, again, because of him.
Rolling her eyes. she huffed. Goddess. Why did she have to apologize? All because he cried? She should have left him crying and walked away. At least, then wouldn’t have to deal with him. She could always come back and take care of what he had to do later. Regardless of how little they did, she still planned on getting what he owed her.
Oh right. She never did say her name, did she? She could have sworn she did. “It’s Gwen…” Running her fingers through her hair, she looked away from him. Well, that was out of the way. At least now, he was ready to do what she asked of him. “You’re going to help me with the stables. You’re still willing to?” She hoped he did. She didn’t want things to get ugly yet.
She yelled. Oh god, she yelled at him. Not only that, she cursed at him. She cursed at him. Immediately regretting being born Phillip froze, not being brave enough to move a single inch in case that would, somehow, annoy her. He was quick to realize that he couldn’t stay like that forever though, so after just a few seconds he rose up to sitting, looking up at her like a puppy that just got told off.
“I’m sorry…” Phillip started and stood up, awkwardly fixing his beanie so that it wouldn’t fall off. “…Please, don’t get mad…” it came out as a whisper, barely audible and he looked up at blonde to try to figure out if he should run for it or if it was safe to stay.
Oh Goddess, look at him. He looked so…sad. For once in a long time, she felt bad about yelling at someone. When was the last time she felt that? She didn’t even know. Gwen grimaced and looked away as he straightened himself out. Goddess, what was she to do? Apologize? Probably. Could she even do that?”
“Uh… I’m not mad and…” The blonde bit her lip, trying to get the words together. “I’m uh… sorry for yelling at you…” There! She said it. And it was hard. She couldn’t even remember the last time she apologized to someone. It was harder than she thought.
Karaoke night was one of he favorite things to attend. It had started out small last week but now it seemed to have escalated with a lot of others joining the fray. It excited her! Now, everyone can join in and have fun.
Or get into a fight. Selphia saw the fight start out of the corner of her eye. It figured that Gwen would be one of the fighters. That girl had to learn to keep her hands to herself. She quickly rushed over and grabbed Gwen’s arm before she could punch Muffy anymore than she already had. “That’s enough. From both of you.”
Muffy’s nose was bloody and there was a black and blue on her cheek. She turned to the older woman, still being held up by Gwen. Red ran down her chin and dripped down into her cleavage. Once she was put down the blonde wiped her under her nose and cringed at the pain. The hussy gave Gwen a dirty look before acknowledging the the woman with words.
“Aha… Yes…” This wasn’t the best way to meet someone that was obviously an authority figure. “I’m Muffy I don’t think I’ve had the honor of meeting you yet, ma’am.” She went to put her hand out but saw that both of them were covered in her own blood and nodded at her instead.
Gwen leered at the guidance counselor. She always showed up a the worse times. Oh well. At least not beating the girl even worse wouldn’t result in her suspension. She let Muffy go and nodded to Selphia. “Well, I’ll let you decide on what to do. Suspend me. Give me detention. I don’t care.”
She leered down at Muffy and grinned. “Besides, I think we all learned a lesson today~. See you around.” She turned on her heel and walked off, touching her cheek and stomach from the hits she received. At least she got some hits in. Gwen had to give her that.
Selena clucked her tongue. Truth be told, she was used to that sort of reaction when she told people she was a cheerleader. Most people didn’t see it as a.. worthwhile pursuit, it was just a bunch of girls in skimpy outfits, right? Except… it wasn’t. It was a lot of hard work and athleticism and… well. She gave Blondie a disapproving stare before allowing herself to let it drop.
“It’s.. good exercise,” she said finally, with a flip of her hair, before reeling back in her bravado, “A teacher…? I can understand that,” she peeked behind Blondie briefly, checking for any sign of said teacher. Nothing.
“What did you do?”
“Mm… I…guess I can understand that.” And she could. She understood the need for good exercise. She was in the equestrian and boxing club. One strengthen her lower body and the other strengthen her upper body. To tell the truth, she would join more clubs for exercise but there was only so much she could do. Besides, cheerleading wouldn’t be for her. Props for anyone who could handle those outfits.
Out of habit, Gwen looked over her shoulder and at the door. “Ah, I think I called her a fat cow. Or maybe I insulted her teaching. Or both. I can hardly remember now. Maybe your baton knocked more screws lose.”
Even though she said it didn’t work Phillip continued to pout a bit more before finally giving up, realizing that it somehow didn’t affect the blonde at all. Guess it didn’t work on all girls, huh? Lesson learned. Not a whole lesson sadly since he proceeded to fall backwards again and kicked with his legs and arms, behaving more and more like a five year old who didn’t get his way.
“But it’s not manlyyyyyy, the others will laugh at meeee,” he whined, not caring at all about the last bit of dignity that left his body to the heaven’s above. Why should he though, he already threw away his sanity earlier, might as well throw everything away while you’re at it.
Gwen finally grinned when he stopped pouting. Success. She had won. …Until he traded in for acting like a child throwing a temper tantrum. She looked around the campus, finding the others staring at them. “H-hey, cut that out! You’re worried about the name not being manly? Look at what you’re doing!”
It was pathetic in Gwen’s book. Some manly man. Maybe she should smother him in the snow and run. Or just run and sneak up on him later. Of course she would call him Snowball. She had to. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be happy with herself. “Damn, shut up!”