Post by CHARLIE IRVING on Mar 6, 2012 7:48:36 GMT -6
Charlie eagerly snatched his bottle of water from the table where Becky Jackson was distributing drinks to the exhausted Cheerios. The benefits of being a captain of the squad meant that, on unseasonably hot days like this with the sun blazing down on them during an outdoor practice on the football field, Charlie got a full bottle of water instead of the Newly Improved Sue Sylvester Master Cleanse like the rest of those mindless peons. He hungrily eyed the other bottle of water that was reserved for Santana, his co-captain who (along with Brittany) was suspiciously absent from the practice that day. Perhaps they were off somewhere ‘secretly’ getting their t.A.T.u on.
“Take five guys” Charlie barked as Sue became lost in conversation with Becky. The cheerleading coach had been pushing the team extra hard for the upcoming sectionals competition, going so far as to manipulate Figgins into getting a small army of nerds to take their academic classes for them on a Monday so they had a day devoted to Cheerio practice, and making sure one period (thankfully, not Glee) each day was open for them to practice their routines. While the Glee Cheerios were handling it pretty well, many of the freshmen and sophomore girls looked like they were starting to suffer from the intense practice and long hours in the heat and the senior girls who had more than four brain cells were starting to get stressed at the pressure that was coming at them from all sides.
It was while Charlie was watching the girls try to catch their breath (one of them having actually dropped to the ground and stopped moving, being fanned by two of her friends) that he noticed the Skanks. They were always on the periphery of his vision during Cheerio practice, as it was usually in a free period, where they three girls would sit under the bleachers and smoke. Today, however, Charlie couldn’t help but notice a fourth, pink haired edition to their little group.
“Oh my god, is that Quinn?” someone snickered.
“Hey!” Charlie barked, rounding on the two senior girls who were trying not to stare at Fatbray and her drastic change of style. “Less bitching, more stretching!”
“You don’t scare us, junior boy. one off the girls sneered.
“Like we’d let a homo boss us around” the other one sniffed.
Charlie could only see red as he did what he could not to punch those girls square in the jaw. It was just a good thing Santana wasn’t present.
“Here are your options” Charlie growled. “You can either go to the track and do ten laps or you can take off those uniforms right now and kiss goodbye to any potential scholarship you were hoping to earn and let’s be honest, you’re both looking for those because neither of you will be getting anywhere with your academics!” the two girls grumbled but made their way over to the track. Smirking, Charlie turned and headed to the wired fence that separated the field from the bleachers, kicking at it a few times to get the four girls’ attention.
“My, my, Stretch Marks.” He said loudly. “How the mighty have fallen indeed.”
“Take five guys” Charlie barked as Sue became lost in conversation with Becky. The cheerleading coach had been pushing the team extra hard for the upcoming sectionals competition, going so far as to manipulate Figgins into getting a small army of nerds to take their academic classes for them on a Monday so they had a day devoted to Cheerio practice, and making sure one period (thankfully, not Glee) each day was open for them to practice their routines. While the Glee Cheerios were handling it pretty well, many of the freshmen and sophomore girls looked like they were starting to suffer from the intense practice and long hours in the heat and the senior girls who had more than four brain cells were starting to get stressed at the pressure that was coming at them from all sides.
It was while Charlie was watching the girls try to catch their breath (one of them having actually dropped to the ground and stopped moving, being fanned by two of her friends) that he noticed the Skanks. They were always on the periphery of his vision during Cheerio practice, as it was usually in a free period, where they three girls would sit under the bleachers and smoke. Today, however, Charlie couldn’t help but notice a fourth, pink haired edition to their little group.
“Oh my god, is that Quinn?” someone snickered.
“Hey!” Charlie barked, rounding on the two senior girls who were trying not to stare at Fatbray and her drastic change of style. “Less bitching, more stretching!”
“You don’t scare us, junior boy. one off the girls sneered.
“Like we’d let a homo boss us around” the other one sniffed.
Charlie could only see red as he did what he could not to punch those girls square in the jaw. It was just a good thing Santana wasn’t present.
“Here are your options” Charlie growled. “You can either go to the track and do ten laps or you can take off those uniforms right now and kiss goodbye to any potential scholarship you were hoping to earn and let’s be honest, you’re both looking for those because neither of you will be getting anywhere with your academics!” the two girls grumbled but made their way over to the track. Smirking, Charlie turned and headed to the wired fence that separated the field from the bleachers, kicking at it a few times to get the four girls’ attention.
“My, my, Stretch Marks.” He said loudly. “How the mighty have fallen indeed.”
