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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 4, 2007 18:00:24 GMT -5
This place was the only thing familiar to her. She had left everything she knew behind....cattle, horses, fences, open range, grass, ranch hands....to come to a city full of rich kids. She missed Texas and she missed her ranch. This city, where so many people thrived, held no appeal for her. She would die here, choked by everything.
The familiar look of the soccer field brought her comfort. It was here that everything just went away. Soccer had been the only sport she'd ever been truley in love with and ever good at. There was a lot of natural talent in it for her, but she worked her butt off to be better. It was the love of the sport that drove her, not the competitive paretns. Her mother didn't care.
She tossed the soccer ball a little ways away and set down her cowboy hat carefully on the bench. She had forgotten her shorts in her hurry to get away from her mother and their argument. Jeans were better than nothing. She took a deep breath and began to play against the shadows.
Nikki dribbled the ball a little ways down the field before performing a spin that took her around a defender. She turned and took it the other way, dodging more enemies as she went. Sweat began to bead on her forehead and lace her upper arms as her body worked. The net loomed ahead of her. She spun one more time, dug her toe under the ball, and let it fly. It sailed into the net, a victory against everything she hated.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 5, 2007 0:28:22 GMT -5
Lissa was on her way back to her dorm after working herself out in the dance room. She was wearing flip flops, a pair of tights rolled up to her shins, short blue shorts, and a purple tank top over a black sportsbra. The ensemble appeared strange, but it was just a normal dance outfit for Lissa.
As she walked along, she dug around in her bag for a hairband to hold back her sweaty bangs. Because she wasn't paying attention to her route, she ran right into the fence surrounding the soccer field. She cursed under her breath, then noticed that someone was playing by themselves. At first, she thought it was Derek, then she saw the ponytail. This was more a comment about Derek's slight frame than a remark about the girl.
Lissa found the hairband that she was looking for and put it on. She leaned against the fence, partly relaxing from her practice, partly watching the girl. As she watched, she tried to identify the girl, but found that she couldn't. Must be someone new, she ultimately decided.
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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 5, 2007 15:16:16 GMT -5
The longer she played, the calmer she got. Her world had reduced itself to contain only herself and the soccerball. The tank top clung to her torso and her jeans were making her legs heavy. AS the tension and anger fell away from her, her world expanded. Soon, Nikki became aware of the girl leaning on the fence. She was watching, and Nikki hated it. She put her foot on top of the ball, executing a neat stop. Kicking it over to the fence, she walked to where she had put her stuff.
"Hey."
Nikki's deep southern drawl broke the silence. She put the ball in her bag and picked up her cowboy hat. Running her finger over the surface, she let herself remember Jack for just a minute.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 5, 2007 15:56:02 GMT -5
Lissa gave the new girl a once-over as she approached. She looked nice enough, and she had been playing soccer by herself wearing jeans, so she was definately not a Prep.
"Hey."
Lissa arched an eyebrow as the girl donned a cowboy hat. Was this chick for real? Sure, Virginia was a little more country than Lissa's home state, New Jersey, but this was the first time she had seen someone wearing a cowboy hat in a not idiotic manner.
Lissa gave the girl a cockeyed grin. She couldn't help herself: "Howdy."
She shifted her weight to one hip and adjusted the strap of her dance bag.
"You must be new."
The flatness of Lissa's Jersey-trained words contrasted sharply with the warm southern feel of the other girl's voice.
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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 6, 2007 7:00:35 GMT -5
Yep, the girl was measuring her up. What sort of test had she passed? For the short week she'd been here, all she'd noticed were the clicks. This must've been what the girl was looking for. Nikki's eyes cooled a bit as she noticed the girl studying her cowboy hat, but at the grin she relaxed. Normally, she would've taken offense at the girl's mockery, but it was meant good-naturedly.
"Yep. Just moved here last week from Texas. I'm Nicole LaHaye, or Nikki."
the mention of Texas made a pang of homesickness hit her sharply. Virginia had rural areas, but it was all trees and mountains. She missed the wide open ranges of Texas, the heat, the sun, the smell of animals...everything. It had all been taken away because of her mother. Shaking herself loose of the past, Nikki hoisted her bag to her shoulder and watched the girl, yet to learn a name.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 6, 2007 14:22:17 GMT -5
"Texas, really?"
Lissa thought about this for a second, then smiled again.
"I'm Lissa. What year are you? You don't look like a freshman."
Lissa was subconsciously judging the girl, trying to figure out what group Nikki would fit into. Not Preps, for damn sure. She was obviously athletic, but she hadn't been playing with that dedicated fanaticism that was the trademark of RPA Jocks. She was probably not a Rocker/Rebel, but Lissa wouldn't hold that against her. Yet, anyway.
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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 7, 2007 10:37:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, big secret right?"
Nikki grinned, indicating her hat.
"I'm a junior, but I'm supposed to be a senior. SOme of my stuff didn't transfer."
One of the many aggravations she now had to deal wtih. She'd spent an hour arguing with the principal about it, and then her class advisor. They were useless. Now she had to take much of the same stuff over again, and they were all classes she hated. Lissa was watching her, judging her. Probably trying to figure out the clique. Nikki really didn't have one yet. Lissa was the first person that had even talked to her since she'd been here.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 7, 2007 13:07:21 GMT -5
This confused Lissa. RPA was notorious for having a complicated credits system. Transfers had to fight tooth and nail to get placed into their proper grade level. And it was more trouble than it was worth to try and get RPA credits transferred to another school. Why would Nikki come here and have to stay an extra year in highschool? Lissa decided that was a question for another day. She played with the ends of her tangled ponytail and asked
"So who all have you met yet? You on the soccer team?"
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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 8, 2007 8:21:24 GMT -5
"WEll, I've met you. That's about it."
Nikki answered honestly. No one else had really even noticed her, although she did kind of stand out. She leaned against the fence slightly and dropped her head.
"Yeah, I'm on the soccer team. And basketball. I even dance a little bit."
Nikki grinned wryly. She would probably be labeled as a jock, but it wasn't true. Soccer and basketball and dance weren't her passion. She loved them, but she didn't let them consume her.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 8, 2007 13:03:34 GMT -5
Lissa half-nodded.
"Yeah, I'm on the soccer team. And basketball. I even dance a little bit."
At the mention of dance, Lissa's hips turned out on their own accord. As a member of the dance group on campus, it was impossible that Lissa missed a new member. It was possible that Nikki wasn't coming to practices, being new and all.
"You're not on the dance team here, tho. Unless you've been blending in with the wall at practice."
Lissa wasn't that interested in Nikki as a dancer. The girl was obviously not a bunhead. No serious ballerina would be caught dead on a soccer field or basketball court. Having been professionally trained in classical ballet from a young age, Lissa was something of a ballet snob.
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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 9, 2007 14:02:48 GMT -5
"It's not really my thing. Dad always wanted me to take dance, so I'm trying it here. And no, I haven't been to any practices. I've been running in circles with the advisor and principal trying to straighten shit out. I finally left today and came out here to blow of some steam. It didn't help much."
Nikki dropped her head, resting it against her forearm. The mention of her father brought another flash of homesickness. She groaned and took her hat off, running her fingers through her hair. She knew what she needed.
"I need a drink and some music, maybe a guy. Know any good parties going on or any good clubs tonight?"
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 9, 2007 14:39:10 GMT -5
Lissa made a sympathetic face. The administration here was a little rediculous. Again, it was just a huge hassle for anyone who hadn't been there since freshman year. And even then, the admins liked the kids who had been attending the school since 7th grade better.
"I need a drink and some music, maybe a guy. Know any good parties going on or any good clubs tonight?"
Lissa stopped thinking about the stupid administration and also stopped trying to place Nikki in a clique. She had said the 5 magic words: drink, music, guy, party, club. Lissa genuinely smiled at Nikki.
"Then you are talking to the right girl, Nikki."
Lissa and her friends were notorious for partying like rock stars wherever and whenever they got the chance.
"Let me get your cell number, I gotta shower and round up some people, but I'll give you a call for sure."
Lissa dug through her bag, trying to unearth her own phone.
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Post by Nikki Lahaye on Jul 10, 2007 13:05:39 GMT -5
She liked this girl already. It had been a horrible day, but stuff was taking a turn for the better. the party had the promise of being a good one. All she needed was a place to get wasted and a guy to entertain her. Everything else would be forgotten instantly. She waited till Lissa got her phone out.
"It's 363-5781. Lissa, you're my savior."
Nikki's smile grew in width and she replaced her cowboy hat with a new happiness. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all. She'd found her first friend and was now invited to Lissa's party. Yep, things were looking good now.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 11, 2007 15:00:58 GMT -5
Lissa typed in Nikki's number. She flipped her phone shut with a flick of her wrist. She had a thought, and said
"Before we go out, we usually do a little pregaming in my dorm room. You should come to that, so you have a chance to meet people before we go out. Okay?"
Lissa looked at her phone and raised her eyebrows at the time, it was later than she though. She as turned and started walking away, she called over her shoulder
"It's on the third floor. I'll call you"
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