"Beat 'em up?" Nic asked, incredulous but also grinning giddily at the prospect. He wondered if Norah could beat up his brother Mel whenever he was mean and ate the last of Nic's favorite cereal. "Okay, we can help each other." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Nicodemus Davies had grown up to be a hot headed boy. Though he was often perceived as the quiet and "loner" type, what with only having one friend at school, anyone who knew about him knew that he was quick and easy to ruffle. He wasn't afraid to get into yelling matches and he was even less afraid to get into full blown scuffling matches, all of which is older brothers, Artie, Theo, and Percy eagerly took bets on and profited from frequently.
Though often a fighter, Nic was hardly a mean boy. He was often the loudest to laugh during family movie night, he was also the quickest to snuggle up with his mother on the couch. He liked hanging out with his self-decided packmate and friend Norah, going to arcades and drinking themselves sick with Italian sodas at their favorite deli. He even liked going and volunteering at the animal shelter in his neighborhood when he could, because he'd always had a soft spot for animals.
But still, people at school knew him to be that mean, quiet kid who liked to fight, so Nic decided to play along and joined the wrestling team at the end of his freshman year. He did this mostly so he could go on athletics trips with Norah since she played field hockey, but it was also nice to "have an outlet" and a means to "fight" that was at least rewarding and fun.
Nic and Norah were currently on their way to some athletics summer camp that the fancy pants school was hosting for some of the lower income school districts and though Nic would admittedly prefer to be spending his limited days of summer goofing off somewhere else with Norah, this was what he'd agreed to.
"Do you think they'll at least provide us a good lunch? Since they're all fancy or whatever." Nic asked Norah as their bus bumped along the road. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I don’t know if I’ll want it, it’ll probably be like crudités or something.” Norah snorted, her foot up on the bus seat as she tightened the laces on her cleats.
Norah and Nic were forever pack mates and partners in crime, they went everywhere together and more often than not shared hard opinions on things such as private schools, Nic’s older brothers, and the best flavor of Italian soda. Being that they were often glued at the hip, it was a good thing they could go to these hosted sports camps together. Norah for field hockey, wrestling for Nic.
“Is wrestling going to finish around the same time as field hockey, do you know?” She asked him as the bus stalled outside of a massive cathedral like building, that was no doubt the private school they were visiting.
One the other side of the coin, sort of, was Olive.
Olive Nikitin was quite different than Nic, or even Norah. She didn’t delight in roughhousing, though if she did she would certainly injure someone critically. Olive took after her Dad in stature, built like a brick house; with broad shoulders and muscular arms, long toned legs that allowed her to reach easily over six feet tall. Being so tall, the normal girl’s uniform for the school didn’t fit her, when class was in session she ended up wearing boys slacks and tailored button ups. Not that Olive minded, she wasn’t particularly concerned with how she looked or preserving femininity. Olive was unremarkable in the most casual of ways, she didn’t participate in sports or or clubs, or even hanging out with friends. She valued her alone time, and the time spent with other people she liked it to be with her family, the apple of her parents eye.
She did look like her mother though, in spite of inheriting her father’s unabashed height and clumsiness. Like her mother, Olive had...Well, olive skin and thick brows. Her face was more round, with a small chin and dark almond eyes; a little mole near the corner of her left eye. Her lips were a plump heart shape with a defined Cupid’s bow, paired on either side with little dimples on the outer corners of her mouth. Olive kept her hair short like Bertie did when she was in high school (though it’s since grown out), short layers in the same dark brown to her eyes.
Being that she didn’t participate in sports, she wouldn’t have a reason to be at the school during the summer for the summer sport camp that her school hosted. That being said, she wasn’t a good student and struggled to maintain passing grades. Not or lack of trying though, that’s why she was here. The PE teacher also taught government and Economics, and offered credits if Olive came and helped set up for the camp. So there she was, in her civilian clothes, which she was thankful for. She couldn’t imagine rolling out wrestling mats and setting up tables for water in her school uniform. Instead she wore her normal get up, which Mr. Flack didn’t seem to mind as he didn’t remark on it. That included one of her Dad’s t shirts, the sleeves rolled up as she wouldn’t dare cut it into a tank top, and a pair of torn up Levi denim shorts and beat up white converses that hadn’t been white in a long time.
"I don't even know what a cruddy tea is." Nic joked, though he certainly didn't know what it was nonetheless. "I think we're done a little before you guys. I'm not really sure. I left my schedule at home." He admitted as he stood up along with the rest of the student athletes. He reached up on the overhead rack and grabbed Norah's field hockey gear for her, though it was a bit of a stretch.
"Look, little Nicky Mouse is getting his girlfriend's stuff." A boy jeered, earning several mocking swoons from other boys on the bus.
Nic looked up quickly to see who had spoken up and went to lunge at the tall redheaded boy, only to be caught by the arm by the wrestling captain, Lewis.
"Hey, you'll see him on the mat. Dial it back." He warned, followed by a firm pat on Nic's back.
Nic let out an annoyed huff and turned back to Norah, deciding to heed his captains words. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Those virgins wished they could get a girlfriend.” Norah uttered to Nic, though she was also a virgin and as gay as they come. “You better destroy that tool on the mat.” She added before accepting her field hockey stuff from Nic before they filed off the bus.
“How’s it going out here, Olive?” Mr. Flack, asked, hollering at her from outside the gymnasium doors.
She was outside, dumping ice in the coolers when he called.
“Good, I’m just about done out here!” She called back.
“Great, when you’re finished I need you to roll out the wrestling mats inside and get towels ready for the wrestling teams.”
“No problem coach.” Olive nodded, throwing a quick thumbs up as she dumped the last of the ice into the final cooler.
"You can count on it." Nic said with a still very much annoyed huff, though he slung an arm around Norah's shoulders so they could exit the bus together. Forever two peas in one pod.
They headed up into the building, only to realize what they had seen from the outside was more or less just the entrance to the school grounds. There was a main office and what looked like storage and utility rooms with some rather official looking offices for teachers and staff. As they exited out of that building, they walked out into a large grass "courtyard" though it was large and sprawling that Nic would have almost would have mistaken it for a sports field if it hadn't been for a large water fountain and topiary garden at it's center. On either sides of the courtyard were large open breeze ways lined with lockers, none of which had graffiti or beat up locks like the ones at Nic and Norah's school. The buildings lining the courtyard housing the lockers were tall and looked as saintly as the main building did, though if one looked into the windows you could see very normal looking classes, save for nicer equipment and what have you.
At the other end of the courtyard was another large building that had a large portrait of a poor weeping woman painted on it's bricks with the name of the school, Saint Xenia's, both in English and what Nic guessed was Cyrillic.
"Wow, talk about grim." He uttered to Norah as their coaches and captains headed for the building. Nic suspected the sad woman's visage was painted on the gymnasium. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“It’s so weird how badly these places want to mourn.” Norah replied, eyeing their surroundings suspiciously.
Olive tried to work quickly, but Mr.Flack had to help out still. Rolling out and spacing the mats evenly so there was no threat of outside contact beyond one on one matches. Mr. Flack rolled out one more mat before leaving the rest to Olive as he hurried to great the coaches and captains who were arriving with their teams.
"That's what I'm saying." Nic agreed before hearing Norah's name being called by some other girls from the field hockey team. He reluctantly took his arm from her shoulders and nudged at her with his elbow. "I'll see you for lunch, yeah? We can eat our cruddy teas or whatever." He said to her. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“If we’re lucky enough.” Norah laughed, giving Nic a playful punch to his arm before running off to join her team. “Eat those fucking meat heads!” Norah yelled at Nic over her shoulder, earning a whistleblow and shout from her own couch as she joined them.
Olive looked up to see all the teams filing in, she kicked out the last mat before heading to the next task only to be stopped by Mr. Flack, giving her more to do, such as informing the teams and coaches where the locker rooms were and other supplies and facilities. She jogged over to the nearest team to her that had filed in, it appeared to be a boys wrestling team.
“Hey there, welcome to our school!” She greeted happily, as she was. Olive had a good heart, always happy to help and almost always positive. “So the boys locker room is just straight back at the other side of the gymnasium. It’s a long hall but just follow it all the way to the end, left side is restrooms, to the right is the locker room. There’s showers in there of course, so uh- Well my name is Olive, if you have any questions just yell at me and I’ll try to help.” She chirped.
Some of the boys gawked at Olive, almost unbelieving of this girl's stature. Was she even a girl? Some of them wondered and whispered. Others tried to puff up to make themselves look even the slightest bit taller, trying to stroke and preserve their own fragile egos. Then there was Nic who was gawking, but for another reason.
His cheeks were flush as he admired the tall girl standing in front of the team. He thought she was beautiful. Though she was certainly large in stature, especially compared to himself, Nic could tell just from one look that she was soft and sweet. Everything from her round face to her dimpled cheeks when she smiled, Nic thought she was something else to look at.
"Oh, thank you, uh, Olive." The coach said, a bit taken aback himself by the girl's height and broad shoulders. He cleared his throat. "Ah, boys, lets go get ready. I'll pair you up when you're finished dressing."
The boys went to follow the coach, though Nic was a bit preoccupied with a soft dopey smile as he looked at the girl, immediately smitten by her.[/list] _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Olive was used to being stared at, and boys in particular trying their hardest to appear taller than her. So it wasn’t anything new to her and didn’t make her any less pleasant and chipper. She did notice one boy who wasn’t immediately following his team, she smiled and took a couple steps closer to him.
It took Nic a moment to return to reality, and when he did, he realized the girl, Olive, was talking to him. He immediately went rigid in embarrassment, his cheeks heating up even more than before.
"I...uh...what grade are you in?" He spluttered, not sure what else to ask or what else to say really. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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