Chapter 9

Pre-note: Here's the next section. This part is a little odd. Notice the gender norms that they conform to (guys are outgoing, girls are more passive). lol. 

Chapter nine, or eight in my version, section one and only:

“We have something to show you, New Wings,” Amy said, taking my arm and beginning to lead me through the garden. The bell had just rung on my second day of school, and as I’d walked out of the school building towards the residence, Chantel, Amy and Cara had caught up with me.

Chantel hooked my other arm as we headed towards the school building. “Typically we don’t spend lunch in the caf or the garden, but I wanted to save this for today.”

“You’re going to love it,” added in Cara.

They led me towards the school building, but instead of going inside we circled around it so we ended up in front. There was a large green space between the school and the street, and if you looked straight across, a mirror image of another school, the guy’s school. Their school building was exactly the same as ours, with the same sign out front, except theirs was “boys” instead of “girls.”

Obviously it wasn’t the architecture that the girls wanted to show me, though. Instead it was what was spread out across the lawn: boys. They were mostly dressed in uniforms, black pants and white collared shirts, and were sprawled in the grass reading and talking.

On our side, the girl’s side, there were even more students. They talked, giggled and glanced across the street every once and a while, obviously not there for the lack-of seating or lush grass.

It was some sort of odd courting dance.

“Isn’t this great?” Chantel laughed, leading us to an open patch of green close to the street.

“Do you come here all the time?” I asked.

“We typically spend lunch here, most girls do. They’re lunch is at the same time as us.” Cara said as we settled into a half circled facing the guys.

“Do you go across and talk to them?”

“No,” Amy explained, “They stay there and we stay here. We aren’t allowed to cross over during lunch, and even now, when we are allowed to leave school property, we aren’t allowed on the boy’s school property without permission.”

“But,” Chantel pointed out, “We make eyes at them, and every once and awhile, two will start to notice one another. Eventually, if they want to go out, the guy will come across to our side and risk getting caught by a teacher to ask a girl out.”

“Oh!” Amy giggled in a high pitched voice only a girly-girl could manage, “Look! There they are!”

I glanced across the street to see a pack of four boys walking across the lawn. They seemed to be all seniors, with varying lengths and styles of brown hair and muscular builds.

“They’re football players.” Cara leaned close to me, “When they have games, we are allowed over to go watch. We even have a cheer squad that go over and dance. They are quarterbacks and defence players. We don’t know their names, but the tall one is number 56, and the one with the black book bag is number 68. Those two we have decided are the hottest.”

“And available!” Amy giggled.

“Amy has eyes for 68.”

As Chantel said this, I saw number 68 look up. Amy smiled, and then looked at her feet.

“And he totally has eyes for her, too,” Cara said with a grin.

“Why hasn’t he come over, then?” I wondered aloud.

“He will. He just needs some time.” Amy said confidently.

I looked back at the guys. They were all very handsome for high school seniors and especially hot because of their build from playing football, but I couldn’t help notice they weren’t as charmingly handsome as Jake.