Paramount Activity
Author: Sega Parks

Chapter 30
Freshman Football Game

Holly smiled sweetly as she saw Damien approach her. His hair was slightly ruffled and he was wearing his Paramount football shirt. They were getting ready to go to the Freshman football game. Holly and her friends had wished him and Carter the best of luck. She hoped their team would win. Of course, it's always rare when they lose. Damien kissed her on her lip, making a tingling sensation go down her spine. She knew Damien would be the one she would like. They have been only going out for a day and a half, but it still made Holly giddy just thinking about it.

Maris and Courtney stood outside the football stadium, talking. They were doing just fine. Not fighting, arguing, or posting pictures of each other on a donkey. Maris seemed happier than ever. She was no longer crying or sniveling about every problem she had. Courtney was pretty happy with her herself.

"Hi, love!" greeted Courtney, hugging Holly. "I saw you and Damien."

Holly chuckled. "Yeah, I'm excited about it myself."

Maris smiled. "You and Damien make a cute couple. I'm excited for you."

"Thanks, bear." beamed Holly. "Where's the rest."

"Sitting in the football stadium." answered Courtney. "Let's go find them."

 The yellow sun beamed down on their faces, casting a shadow underneath them. Their friends were already sitting on the stands. Reese and Savannah were in a deep discussion about something and Andy and Palma were cuddling underneath a blanket. Palma's hair was put into two pigtails, making her look younger.

"Hey, Marty-Mart-Mart!" exclaimed Holly, seeing Martin talking to Carter.

"Hey, little H." he greeted, hugging her.

Holly thought he was the nicest person she had ever met. Why Savannah disliked her, she didn't know.  She saw Savannah rolling her eyes behind Martin's back. This was getting out of hand. Savannah needed to be nice to Martin. He wasn't bad and she just wasn't giving him a chance. As they pulled apart, Savannah walked over to them.

"Savannah, can we talk." she asked softly.

"Sure," Savannah smiled, happy to be lured away from Martin.

They found a secluded spot over by the parking lot. Holly sat down on the concrete with her legs spread. Savannah did the same thing, straightening out her bangs. Holly smiled at Savannah sympathetically. She adored her, but she wished Savannah would stop being a bitch to Martin. It just wasn't fair.

"I know what your problem is." said Holly.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. You're jealous of Martin."

Savannah's mouth gaped open. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jealous? There was nothing to be jealous of. Martin was a douchebag just like every other douchebag in the world. Why would she be jealous of a loser like him? He was mean and didn't have any manners. Sure he was charming, but he was still rude. Why wouldn't anyone listen to her?

"Okay...Holly." she finally said, looking at her with a confused look on her face.

"I will always be your friend." Holly went on. "But Martin can be my friend, too."

Savannah gave up. There was no way she could convince her friends that Martin was the one who hated her. So she just sat there nodding and agreeing at everything Holly said.

When they got back to the stadium, Carter, Damien, and the other football players were already out on the field. Savannah stood on top of the bleachers, waving a cardboard with Carter's number on it. Number thirty-six. If there was one thing she could look forward to, it was Carter. Earlier that they she had personally told him to win the game for her. He kissed her and promised her he would. Elisha grabbed her by the arm and jumped up and down with her. Savannah noticed that Elisha was a pretty loud screamer. She remembered the time when Savannah had been announced as Homecoming Princess and Elisha had nearly screamed so loud that people in China could hear her.

"Go, Kites!" shouted Elisha. "Yeah, mother-fuckers!"

Savannah had never heard Elisha cuss like that before. It almost made her laugh. Andy came over with a cup full of lemonade, handing it to her.

"Thanks," she smiled, taking a sip from it.

"What's wrong with you and Martin?" he asked concernedly. "Is he the guy who was giving you a hard time?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he's just been so mean to me."

Andy scowled. "Well, any enemy of my friend is my enemy, too."

Savannah felt better. Finally Andy got the point. He now realized how much of a jerk Martin was. She hugged and thanked him. Now she could go on with her life. Savannah cheered as Damien made the first score. Standing next to her, Holly screamed uproariously, stomping her feet on the bleachers. Her cropped top was blue and had the number forty-two on it. That was Damien's number. Carter ran across the field with ball, making sure that the other team wouldn't catch him.

She thought he was the fastest person she had ever seen. She wished she could run like that. Unfortunately she always ended up passing out at the third lap. She took a picture of him with her digital camera as he passed the ball to the quarterback. Every Paramount student was screaming now. She could feel the energy come over her as they made the second score. They were the best football team in the state. There was no doubt about it. And she belonged there. People were surprised when she had told them that she wasn't from Paramount. A lot of them had told her she looked like she was from there. Savannah didn't understand what that meant, but she was flattered anyway.

Andy walked over to where Martin was sitting at. Darnell Williams and Alfie Hendricks were by his side as well. Alfie tapped Martin on his shoulder. They were ready to tell Marin off on how he was treating Savannah. Every time someone insulted Andy's friend, he would feel offended. He didn't believe in stooping down to their level, but he needed to give the person a talking to.

"Hey," he said coolly. "I heard you've been talking about Savannah, asshole."

Martin looked at him flatly. "Yeah, so. I don't like her."
"Why?" Darnell asked. "What has she ever done to you?"

"She's annoying and asks to many questions in class."
"It's called being smart." snarled Andy.

"Yeah, and I don't see how anyone can hate her." continued Darnell. "You're one of our good friends, but we don't appreciate it when you talk about our other friends."

Martin shrugged. "So what?"
"Just leave her alone, okay?" said Andy. "She's really stressed out because of you."

"Alright, man, sorry." he said apathetically. "I'll leave her alone."

That was good enough for Andy. He hoped that Martin understood that he was serious. If he didn't, there would be a problem. He walked back to Savannah, who was eating a hotdog.

"I talked to Martin for you." he said, smiling kindly at her.

"What he say?" she asked.

"He said he'll leave you alone. I told him to."

Savannah grinned sweetly. "Thanks, Andy! You're the best."

"Aww... you really mean it?"

"Yes!" she enthused, wrapping her arms around him.

They sat back down and continued to watch the game. The sky turned several shades of different colors as it started to reveal that the day would soon end. Savannah looked indirectly at the sun, smiling at the blazing ball of orange. The rays had disappeared and the sun was now descending over the horizing. A day like this made her feel good. There was no longer any problems for her. The popular kids in Paramount couldn't hurt her, the boy she liked couldn't hurt her, and the people in general certainly couldn't hurt her. She was specifically safe. She had a chance with Carter because she was popular. Her last crush had told her that he didn't want to date her because she wasn't popular. That had deeply hurt her. She had tried to be popular just to get chance with him, but never worked. Now she had a second chance with a guy who was better than her old crush. Now she was someone. She was accepted and liked by a lot of people. Graysville just brought back old, bad memories for her. It was depressing.

She looked at Andy and thought of him as a nice version of Scott Phillips. They did kind of look alike. They both had braces and were cute. But Andy had a better personality than Scott. She smiled and leaned her head against his shoulders, he patted her gingerly. The Darling Twins, Alyssa and Clarissa came over to them. They were both wearing identical camoflauge dresses and hats. They weren't exactly popular girls. Which Savannah didn't understand why because they were extremely pretty. She wondered why Judy, Justin, and Vinnie weren't popular either. They weren't bad looking people.

"Hi," Clarissa said, in her distinct surfer-Valley Girl accent.

They were in Savannah's resource class and they irritated her. She liked them ,but she thought there voice was extremely annoying. She smiled and waved at them.

"How are you?"

"I'm good." Clarissa trilled, sitting down next to Andy. "I had to do a lot of chores, but I ended up finishing them."

"That's good." he said, not really caring.

"Can you believe that we're winning?" Alyssa asked, eying the football players on the field.

"Yes, Lyss, we always win." corrected Clarissa, rolling her blue eyes.

Alyssa grimaced. "I'm just happy for our team."

"Whatever." Clarissa sighed, running her fingers through her wheat-blond hair. "ANyways, I read your article, Savannah. It was really good. I have two copies of it at my house."

"Thank you." said Savannah. "I'm actually surprised how much of a huge hit it has become."

"You shouldn't." said Alyssa. "It was a page turner."

  Savannah was actually succeeding in something. Mr. Simpson had given her a perfect hundred for her assignment. Everyone had congratulated her. For the first time in her life she felt important. Andy patted her back, obviously congratulating her. All of her friends were on her side. School was no longer hell to her. It was her safe haven.

 

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