The Substitute (part 2)
2.
Jennifer Jareau, JJ for her friends, was a busy girl. She had classes to attend, tests to study for, essays to write, homework to do, and soccer. Always soccer. Soccer games, soccer parties, and soccer practice. Which she was late for, right now.
She ran over the field, passing her teammates who were already busy warming up, and entered the locker room in a hurry. She got dressed in record time, and luckily, she was on the field right before her coach joined them. She shot a look in the sky and thanked whoever might be up there that her coach was also late.
Coach Winters, a woman in her mid-thirties with a personality as cold as her name suggests, did not care at what time you arrived, as long as it was before her. If you were later, she could be vicious, and JJ shuddered when she remembered the last time she was late.
“Girl, you are so lucky,” her friend Amy whispered to her.
“I know,” JJ muttered back.
They finished warming up and took their places on the field. They had a routine for practice, so every girl knew what was expected from her. Practice went by without a hitch, which was unusual. The coach normally found something to complain about in her players, but not today. Coach must be in a good mood, JJ thought.
After taking a quick shower, JJ left the locker room talking animatedly with Amy, one of her closest friends who was also on the team.
“You know, I like this new training schedule way better,” JJ said.
For some reason, coach Winters had changed the evening practices to mornings. Some of the players were happy with that change. Most, however, hated getting up at the crack of dawn, especially during winter.
“Really? I hate it. I liked the old schedule way better.”
“That’s only because you can’t get out of bed before noon,” JJ teased, nudging her friend in the shoulder.
“True,” Amy agreed good-heartedly. “So, wanna get some coffee?”
“I can’t, I have Spanish class,” JJ declined.
“Oh, right. You’ll have to explain to me why you take that class again. It’s not even in your course.”
“I like it,” JJ defended her choice for the extra class. “And besides, you never know when you might need it.”
They headed in the direction of the school building. JJ’s class started soon, and she didn’t want to be late for the second time that day.
“Yeah, right. As if you’ll ever learn something useful from ‘Wicked Wendy’,” Amy snickered.
“Yeah, so far classes haven’t been really useful,” JJ admitted.
They had entered the building now, but someone they hadn’t seen on campus before stopped them.
“Excuse me? I’m looking for room 10B, do you know where I can find that?” she asked them.
JJ couldn’t answer. Room 10B happened to be the room she was heading for, but looking at the gorgeous brunette standing in front of her, she seemed to have forgotten how to form words.
Amy saw that JJ was going to be of no use at all, so she directed the woman to the right room.
“Thank you,” the woman smiled, and she went on her way.
Wow, JJ thought, as she watched the retreating form of the hot new girl. Then Amy snapped her fingers in front of JJ’s face.
“Close your mouth, it’s not attractive.”
JJ looked up.
“Who is she? Is she new here?” she asked.
Riverdale was a fairly small university, and JJ thought she knew most of the students. The pretty girls, at least, and this one definitely fell into that category.
“I don’t know, but judging by the look on your face, you’ll find out soon enough. God, you’re practically drooling.”
“Hey, I do not drool!” JJ objected. “And I appreciate beauty when I see it, is that so wrong?”
“No, but it’s a good thing you only make a fool of yourself the first time you ‘see beauty’, otherwise you’d never get laid.”
“That, my friend, is very true,” JJ grinned. “Now come on, I don’t wanna be late for class.”
“You’re only saying that because your black beauty will be in your class,” Amy said laughing.
“Again, very true,” JJ smiled back.
“Okay, I’m heading back to my dorm, see you later,” Amy announced.
“Bye.”
Walking towards her classroom, she passed the brunette again, and saw she was talking on her phone. Trying not to stare too much, she went inside, looking for her friend who was supposed to save her a seat. She scanned the room for bright colors and groaned when she spotted her friend. She was sitting in the front row, of which she wasn’t a fan, especially if she’d had to spend the entire class looking at Wicked Wendy up close. She dropped down on her chair, and greeted her friend.
“Hi, Garcia.”
“Oh, hi, my sparkling furry gummibear.”
Part 3
Jennifer Jareau, JJ for her friends, was a busy girl. She had classes to attend, tests to study for, essays to write, homework to do, and soccer. Always soccer. Soccer games, soccer parties, and soccer practice. Which she was late for, right now.
She ran over the field, passing her teammates who were already busy warming up, and entered the locker room in a hurry. She got dressed in record time, and luckily, she was on the field right before her coach joined them. She shot a look in the sky and thanked whoever might be up there that her coach was also late.
Coach Winters, a woman in her mid-thirties with a personality as cold as her name suggests, did not care at what time you arrived, as long as it was before her. If you were later, she could be vicious, and JJ shuddered when she remembered the last time she was late.
“Girl, you are so lucky,” her friend Amy whispered to her.
“I know,” JJ muttered back.
They finished warming up and took their places on the field. They had a routine for practice, so every girl knew what was expected from her. Practice went by without a hitch, which was unusual. The coach normally found something to complain about in her players, but not today. Coach must be in a good mood, JJ thought.
After taking a quick shower, JJ left the locker room talking animatedly with Amy, one of her closest friends who was also on the team.
“You know, I like this new training schedule way better,” JJ said.
For some reason, coach Winters had changed the evening practices to mornings. Some of the players were happy with that change. Most, however, hated getting up at the crack of dawn, especially during winter.
“Really? I hate it. I liked the old schedule way better.”
“That’s only because you can’t get out of bed before noon,” JJ teased, nudging her friend in the shoulder.
“True,” Amy agreed good-heartedly. “So, wanna get some coffee?”
“I can’t, I have Spanish class,” JJ declined.
“Oh, right. You’ll have to explain to me why you take that class again. It’s not even in your course.”
“I like it,” JJ defended her choice for the extra class. “And besides, you never know when you might need it.”
They headed in the direction of the school building. JJ’s class started soon, and she didn’t want to be late for the second time that day.
“Yeah, right. As if you’ll ever learn something useful from ‘Wicked Wendy’,” Amy snickered.
“Yeah, so far classes haven’t been really useful,” JJ admitted.
They had entered the building now, but someone they hadn’t seen on campus before stopped them.
“Excuse me? I’m looking for room 10B, do you know where I can find that?” she asked them.
JJ couldn’t answer. Room 10B happened to be the room she was heading for, but looking at the gorgeous brunette standing in front of her, she seemed to have forgotten how to form words.
Amy saw that JJ was going to be of no use at all, so she directed the woman to the right room.
“Thank you,” the woman smiled, and she went on her way.
Wow, JJ thought, as she watched the retreating form of the hot new girl. Then Amy snapped her fingers in front of JJ’s face.
“Close your mouth, it’s not attractive.”
JJ looked up.
“Who is she? Is she new here?” she asked.
Riverdale was a fairly small university, and JJ thought she knew most of the students. The pretty girls, at least, and this one definitely fell into that category.
“I don’t know, but judging by the look on your face, you’ll find out soon enough. God, you’re practically drooling.”
“Hey, I do not drool!” JJ objected. “And I appreciate beauty when I see it, is that so wrong?”
“No, but it’s a good thing you only make a fool of yourself the first time you ‘see beauty’, otherwise you’d never get laid.”
“That, my friend, is very true,” JJ grinned. “Now come on, I don’t wanna be late for class.”
“You’re only saying that because your black beauty will be in your class,” Amy said laughing.
“Again, very true,” JJ smiled back.
“Okay, I’m heading back to my dorm, see you later,” Amy announced.
“Bye.”
Walking towards her classroom, she passed the brunette again, and saw she was talking on her phone. Trying not to stare too much, she went inside, looking for her friend who was supposed to save her a seat. She scanned the room for bright colors and groaned when she spotted her friend. She was sitting in the front row, of which she wasn’t a fan, especially if she’d had to spend the entire class looking at Wicked Wendy up close. She dropped down on her chair, and greeted her friend.
“Hi, Garcia.”
“Oh, hi, my sparkling furry gummibear.”
Part 3