Last subject period of the day, Evans High.
The same girl who took pictures of Bonnie and Octavio is at the gym's basketball court with her friends, more like minions. They're watching the jocks sweat it out in their rigorous training.
"Hey!" She calls out to a guy on the team, smiling and waving, signaling him to meet them. He walks up to them. There's 'freshman' written all over his behavior.
"I'm sure you know who I am" She rearranges her stance, separating her legs like a flag girl who is about to trigger the start of a car race. One hand is one her hip while the other is massaging her long black silky hair.
She has dark eyes, slight cheek bones and dimples, a perfect skin and long legs which give her more height advantage compared to other regular females. She's the leader of the COYOTES, Evans High School's cheerleading squad, and she has the looks and attitude that fits the stereotypical description of a highschool mean girl.
"Of course, who doesn't? You're Matilda, one of the popular girls in Evans High"
MATILDA: Wrong!
"About what?"
MATILDA: I'm not one of the popular girls in Evans High. I am... the most popular girl in Evans High.
"My bad"
MATILDA: I have a proposal for you.
"Shoot"
MATILDA: Do you have a problem? Is there something bothering you?
"Uhm... Nope, why?"
MATILDA: That doesn't sound convincing.
"Well, yeah. I guess I do. Why do you care anyway?" (Puzzled)
MATILDA: I have a problem and it's something you can help me with. So how about you help me with mine and I'll help you with yours?
"In biology it's called symbiosis" (One of her minions adds)
MATILDA: No one asked you. (She snaps at her, continuing with the guy) Hey, I'm also willing to pay.
"Hmm" (considering the offer)
MATILDA: Alright, I'll cut to the chase. A freshman girl is trying to steal my boyfriend and I wanna make her suffer without getting my hands dirty, you're just gonna be my instrument with which I carry out my plans. Now you tell me, what's your trouble?
"Uhm... I'm having errr... a hard time with History class, and there's a test coming up tomorrow, I dunno how it's gonna turn out"
MATILDA: Hit the nail on the head, boy! Do you want an A+ in History?
"Huh? Can you actually make that happen?" (Surprised and excited)
"We make things happen" (Matilda's second minion answers)
MATILDA: What she said.
"Whoa! In that case, we have a deal"
MATILDA: You won't regret this, son. (She smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder)
The guy admires her well manicured nails, trailing off to her wrist adorned by Cartier bracelets, to her elbow, to her shoulders, down to the rest of her body and then finally looking at her face again. She snaps her fingers at him.
MATILDA: Lost in thoughts or something? You're too young to be hitting on me.
"Uhm... right!" (Clears throat) "Sorry"
MATILDA: Eww, you're still sweaty. (Looking at her palm disgustedly and cleaning it on one of her minions clothes)
"Sorry again" (a little embarrassed) "So.. how do you plan on helping me with my subject?"
MATILDA: Let me worry about that. First thing tomorrow morning, meet me at the senior library, I'd give you the answers to your test.
"Just like that?"
MATILDA: Yeah, just like that. And then I'd tell you how to go about my plan to teach that brat a lesson.
"Who's the girl that's got you so worked up?"
MATILDA: Her name is irrelevant.
"Who the hell names their child 'Irrelevant'?... Oh, I get it now"
MATILDA: Freshmen. (She scoffs and rolls her eyes)
"I gotta go, been with you long enough"
MATILDA: So I don't deserve your time? Is that what you're saying? (Flashing him a glare)
"Hey heyy, no! Don't misquote me. What I meant was that I've taken enough break from training and it's high time I got back. I don't want trouble with my coach, I'm sorry if that sounded disrespectful, I didn't mean to..."
MATILDA: Relax, I'm just messing with you. You haven't told me your name.
"Oh, it's Tyler... Tyler Holmes"
MATILDA: Tyler... I've always liked that name (she nods) but do you have a nickname?
TYLER: You can call me 69.
MATILDA: 69? (She chuckles, glancing at her minions and they chuckle along) Is that your favorite position or something?
TYLER: Position? I'm a center, and sometimes a shooting guard. 69 is not a posi—- ohh... I get it now. (He laughs) 69 is my jersey number as you can see (turning around and showing them) so my coach calls me that. He calls most of the teammates by their jersey numbers.
MATILDA: I really don't give a shit if he calls y'all by your dick sizes. Just meet me at the senior library first thing tomorrow.
TYLER: It's a date!
She gives him a deadly stare.
TYLER: I mean uhm... I'll see you there.
Matilda catwalks out of the basketball court with her minions following behind while Tyler goes back to his training.