College students stink. Like, not in an odor sort of way (although), but more down to their complete lack of interest in the things going on around them. Hugging her clipboard to her chest, a pen clipped to the top of her Colorado Buffalo’s basketball jersey, she scowled at Scotty, before letting an indignant sigh.
“Brother bear, please,” she pleaded, staring up at Scotty, puppy dog eyes switched on to full power. “You’re like, the star footballer. People love you. Hell, yesterday some chick signed this just because I told her you’d follow her on instagram. Help meeee.”
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Scotty groaned at his little sister, before yanking the clipboard out of her hand and taking a few sheets of paper from the pile. Beaming up at him, Lucy stuck her tongue out at him before finding herself subject to a light nudge on the arm. Scotty knew she had him wrapped around her little finger, and she felt her heart swell with pride at just how easy it was for her to get him to do what she wanted. With a quick kiss on the forehead, Scotty turned on the spot and shoved his way through a crowd of University students as he hastily shoved the papers into his backpack.
Turning on her heel and awkwardly shouldering her way through a crowd of obnoxious lacrosse players – ugh, what was it Marley loved about those guys again? – she stared proudly at the list before her. In all honesty, she hadn’t gained a lot of signatures, but 36 names was definitely a start, and once more people showed an interest then others would surely follow. To be completely frank, Lucy couldn’t fathom why people were so uninterested in signing her petition. What was it about Grant Morley that made him so bulletproof? Why were people so eager to protect his pasty, white ass, rather than support a cause that might see him not only kicked off of the Football Team, but kicked out of the University entirely.
Admittedly, Scotty hadn’t been entirely pleased when she’d mentioned her latest project to him. He had huffed and whined and begged her to let it go. He’d told her that he didn’t want to see Morley on the team either, but that he’d much rather she didn’t get herself involved. Like, sure, Grant could probably make her life hell if he wanted. But she had a huge older brother who could break his face in two, and she was positive that half of the ex – and remaining – football squad wanted to have another go at the punk, so what was the big deal? Surely if Morley did go after her, then it was all the more ammo for them to use to get him kicked out, and maybe even put the sleaze behind bars. But, alas, the sentiment wasn’t enough, and she’d approached student after student, earning looks of complete horror, mingled with disgust, when she’d explained just what she was trying to do. People really didn’t want to help, and that only encouraged her.
After a full hour walking around the quad and asking for signatures, she’d only gained a measly 8 more. Still, she was now 8 more than she had been an hour go, bringing her up to a total of 44 names. That was 44 brave students who were willing to stand up and do the right thing. Admittedly, Martinell had eagerly jumped at the opportunity, asking if he could fill an entire page with his signature. As delighted as Lucy was at his enthusiasm, she’d told him that maybe he should tone it down a notch and spread his enthusiasm amongst his peers, and encourage his other friends to help out.
A short distance away, Lucy spotted a group of cheerleaders, and pouted to herself. She could approach them, but she was fairly certain they were a lost cause as it was. As much as she loved Marley, the fact that anybody was still willing to play on the same team as that scumbag, or cheer him on, no less, suggested that they probably wouldn’t be too eager to support the cause. Just when she was deciding that she shouldn’t approach the pack of girls, she spotted one of them separating herself from the lot, presumably to head to class, and not to be cornered by an overeager high school student. Ha, shit luck for her.
“Hey, you! Um, wait, stop,” Lucy called out, waving her clipboard around in the hopes of grabbing her attention. The girl in question looked strangely familiar, and she tried to grasp why. She hadn’t been in Wellington before the fall of the football and cheer squads, so the only cheerleaders she knew very well were the ones that Scotty spent his time around, but this girl was cute, pretty even, and she was sure she’d seen her around.
“Wait, you’re Evie, right? You know Scotty, don’t you?” she asked, finally bridging the gap between the two of them. Smiling softly at the other girl, she unclipped her pen and tapped it against her clipboard softly. “You don’t think I could, like, have a second, do you? I just want you to sign something.”
Not wanting to seem rude, she shoved the clipboard back under her arm, and stretched out a hand for Evie to shake.
“Lucy, by the way. I dunno if you remember, we met like… once,” she grinned.
“I’m not really into cock or anything, but if you say he’s got a proper nice one, I’ll trust you,” Evie smiled, earning a few startled glances from her friends. Delilah in particular gaped at her, as if she hadn’t just been boasting about some guy she’d apparently fucked at the weekend, although Evie supposed she had used less foul language. Daisy had told her little sister that she’d been born without a filter though, and she’d never learned to be apologetic about that. She shrugged off the appalled looks that the other cheerleaders gave her and hoisted her textbooks further up her arm.
“Well, toodle-oo, you sexy bunch, I have class!” she grinned, before wiggling her fingers at them then flouncing away. As she marched along, she could feel her cheer skirt swooshing around her legs and smiled. Not only was her uniform cute as fuck, but it made her popular as well. Whenever she strutted her way down the hallways of Victoria University, people always sent her longing glances and Evie knew that they wished they were part of the cheer squad as well. She hadn’t really understood why people like Laura and Lydia and Indy and Amelia had all quit. She’d really liked them during the brief period she’d known them, and was completely baffled to hear they had dropped off the team, much to Massie’s chagrin. Surely when you were a part of a crowd that people envied and looked up to, you didn’t just leave it, did you? If Daisy heard her, she’d probably tell her that it didn’t matter what anyone else thought, but Evie would have to argue that that’s all that mattered. Her high school had taught her that.
Just as she was about to exit the quad and skip inside, Evie heard someone calling out. Looking around, she realised that the person shouting was calling on her, and she was well cute. A little startled but nonetheless pleased to be sought out by such a pretty girl, Evie straightened up and decided that her Fashion Merchandising lecture could wait. It only ever really consisted of Evie using her laptop to do online shopping on Boohoo anyway.
“Ooh, hiya!” she cheerfully greeted the girl, pride swelling in her chest when it became apparent that she knew her name.
She nodded eagerly. “That’s me!”
Although the girl looked vaguely familiar, she couldn’t pinpoint where exactly she had seen her before. Evie was ditzy at the best of times, always letting things slip her mind and making the silliest of mistakes, but she hoped her bubbly personality made up for those occasions and, nine times out of ten, it did. Luckily for her, the girl explained that she was Scotty’s sister and Evie’s face lit up in recognition.
“Of course you are!” she giggled, shifting the weight of her textbooks to one arm so she could reach out and shake Lucy’s hand.
“I deffo remember you, especially with hair like that.” She nodded seriously. “Goals.”
Patting self-consciously at her own curls for a minute, Evie remembered that she had been asked to sign something and, without much prompting, she took the clipboard from where it was tucked under Lucy’s arm, as well as the pen she held. With a quick flourish, she wrote Evie Diggory on the next available space, dotting the i’s with hearts before passing it back over.
“Anyway, what was that for?” she asked curiously, having no idea what it was she had just signed.
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