Give Me That Pink Slip of Permission
A short little Final Destination 5 fanfic based off a role play I did!
Molly Harper screamed in shock when a baseball collided with her face.
Not a moment prior during gym class, she was up on the baseball diamond, bat at the ready. And a fucking baseball slammed into her nose.
None other than Jasmine Rose stood over her, a feigned look of concern on her face.
“Oh Mary, I’m soooooo sorry! I didn’t see that you were gonna use your bat! Lemme help you up hon,” she said, offering a hand to help the other girl.
Molly smacked her hand away, another hand on her bleeding nose.
“Fuck off bitch, you know what you’ve done! Eugh, I’m gonna kick your ass later you fucking dumbass!”
Before she could move to punch Jasmine, Coach Thompson stepped in between the two girls, blowing her whistle.
“Ay! Watch it, watch it! Jasmine, go to the principal’s office! Molly, go to the nurse. Everyone else,” she stopped to face the rest of the class, who stood around with bated breath. “Continue what you were doing! Go, now!” And they went back to practicing batting, catching and pitching.
Molly flashed a middle finger at Jasmine, who glared back at her. Both girls went to their respective places.
Storming into the hall where the nurse’s office was, the blonde girl grumbled to herself as she held her profusely bleeding nose. She stopped in front of the exit and grimaced.
“That stupid skank threw that ball at my face and she knows it! Damnit, I shouldn’t have dumped that spider into her pants during gym yesterday. I knew that was gonna bite me in the ass!”
“Well karma is a powerful force, and this is your punishment,” a calm voice said.
Molly was snapped out of her adrenaline-flushed fervor, and turned to look at who the hell was talking to her.
Perched on one of the cots in the nurse’s office was Sam Lawton, who was also in Clinton High School’s grey and blue gym uniform, a slight smile on his face.
What does this motherfucker have to be smiling about, Molly thought as she held her face.
“Eh? The hell are you going on about? Were you listening? It’s rude to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation you know, that’s not very ‘golden boy’ of you,” she blustered, but it came out as more of a muffled rant.
Sam bust out laughing, clutching his sides. He covered his mouth and tried to stifle his laughter, but you could still see him smiling behind his hand.
Molly removed her hand from her nose; not caring that blood was streaming down her face and onto her shirt. She was pissed at Sam for laughing at her. Who the hell did he think he was?
“What’s so funny, you asshole? Is something hilarious about me being in pain?” If this asshole didn’t start talking now, she’d kick his ass so hard he would be able to shit for a week.
Sam has stopped laughing at this point, and was hunched over, wheezing.
“N-nothing! It’s just, it’s funny in a way. Not even an injury could stop you, the great Molly Harper from being all hardass, eh,” Sam teased, grinning at her.
Molly glared and crossed her arms over her chest, and blew out a breath.
“Well if you’re having the time of your life here and not in a comedy club, then why the hell are you here, huh? Spit it out,” she demanded, her face going hot.
Sam frowned and gestured towards his leg, which had an ice pack taped to it. One of his shoes sat next to the cot.
“I fell during gym and landed wrong on my ankle. It kinda hurts, so the nurse told me to stay here for 30 minutes and I’m just waiting for her to get back from…something. No clue where she’s at. I’m just gonna call my brother to pick me up, I’m not walking around like this for another 2 hours, it’s embarrassing,” he rambled on, his face slightly flushed.
Molly tried her best not to laugh, she was not trying to be the pot calling the kettle black here.
“So let me get this straight: You want to laugh at me for getting hit with a ball, but you get all embarrassed when you tell me that you fell wrong during gym? Be fucking serious,” she barked, wiping blood from her nose.
Sam gave Molly a self-defeated smile, and looked off to the side, suddenly finding the flu shot poster very interesting.
“Well you’ve got me there. Now I feel stupid…” he said.
The blonde girl cackled, doubling over.
“Fucking A! I feel better about myself now. Now move over, I need to sit down, I’m tired,” she demanded. Sam obliged, shifting over on the cot while holding the ice pack on his leg in place. Molly dropped down onto the cot beside him, sighing.
“Ugh, it’s been a long ass period. Where the hell is that nurse?”
“Hey, maybe she got sidetracked and had to do something else,” Sam said, looking out into the hallway.
Molly glared at him, then gave the most devious smirk.
“Or maybe she’s too busy giving the principal a sloppy blow-mfph!”
Sam had clapped his free hand over Molly’s mouth, a disgusted expression on his face.
“Gross! Are sex jokes all that come out of your mouth other than obscenities? ” he asked.
Molly moved away from the boy, and furrowed her eyebrows. “You got a problem with an harmless little sex joke? What are you gonna do when MTV comes on, are you gonna freak,” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sam blushed, stuttered and looked at the flu shot poster again.
“Well my mom hates me watching shit, and she’d kill me if I ever watched cable porno,” he muttered.
Molly rolled her eyes and smirked, grabbing his hand.
“You’re so cute. Tell ya’ what, I swing by your place, and if you’ve got a TV in your room or something, I’ll help you find aaaaallll the good shit that you have to dig hella hard to find. Does that sound good big boy,” she asked, turning Sam’s face so that he was facing her.
Sam awkwardly laughed and shifted away from Molly, nervously scratching at the back of his neck.
“I mean sure? My brother might know about this kinda thing so…” he trailed off, taking the ice pack off his leg.
Molly smirked and rested her hand into his hands. “Then it’s a date!”
The two sat in silence for a minute, before Nurse Strode came in with a large brown box.
“Sorry about that, I had something to do,” she drawled, slamming the box onto her desk.
Gesturing towards Molly, she raised an eyebrow. “The hell happened to you?”
Molly gave a false smile. “That bitch Jasmine Rose hit me in the face with a baseball. And I know it was on purpose,” she said, forcing the smile even more.
Nurse Strode gave a tired smile, crouching down and grabbing a penlight to look at her nose.
“Yeah, that tends to happen to young girls who don’t get along with Miss Rose. No clue why though…” she sarcastically mused, shining the light into Molly’s face, ignoring her hiss of pain from the bright light. The older woman stood up and put a hand under her chin.
“Well I don’t think she broke your nose Molly. Bad news is you’re gonna have some awful bruising. Hold still while I get some ice for you hun,” she said while she went to the fridge, grabbing a medium sized bag of ice and tossing it to Molly, who caught it with precision.
“Thanks Laurie. Do you think I can stay here, or go home? I really don’t wanna go to German…” she pouted, pressing the ice to her face.
Nurse Strode gave a small smirk and shook her head.
“One, don’t call me Laurie. Two, yeah sure. I don’t wanna see any kids in my office for the rest of the day, the chemistry kids give me enough of a headache,” she said.
Turning her attention to Sam, she knelt down to check his leg.
“How’s your ankle? Any major pain or no?” she was poking and prodding at his leg now, and he winced in pain.
“Uh, a little. It hurts to move it, but I think the ice helped,” he answered, running a hand through his hair.
Nurse Strode looked up and smiled.
“That’s good. Is there anyone who can take the two of you home or no? If no, I’ll have to send you too back to class unfortunately,” she sympathetically said.
“My brother’s home today, I think he can bring both me and Molly home! I’ll call him!” Sam got up from the cot balanced himself against the wall where the phone was, dialing his home phone number.
“Hey, Marvin, are mom and dad home? Can you pick me up? I got hurt during gym-don’t laugh at me you asshole! And a friend too,” he sighed, still managing to hold onto the wall. Sighing, the boy put the phone back on the wall, wincing as he settled back down onto the cot.
Molly looked up from a pamphlet she was reading.
“What’d your brother say?”
“He’ll pick us up, thank god. I’m exhausted, and I wanna change out of my clothes,” Sam answered, leaning over to read what Molly was looking at.
“Fucking A! No German for me today baby! Where’s your bag, I’ll go get it for you,” she cheered.
“It’s in the gym, on the first row bleachers and it’s got a Nirvana pin on it.”
Molly stood up, gave Sam a thumbs up and smiled. A real, genuine smile.
“Alright! Stay put man, I’ll be back in a flash,” she exclaimed.
Before exiting the nurse’s office, she looked back.
“I’m looking forward to hanging with you. Like, for real.”
And with that, she ran off.
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