The Weston mustangs

Chap2

Quinn

The next morning I woke up early, it was the first day of school and I hated being late. I did my stuff, helped Cam with his stuff and proceeded down stairs. Only to find the living room littered with 5 boys all snoring extremely loudly, when they wake up they are going to really need coffee. I went to the kitchen turns out some body had already stolen my idea…

“Gus you made coffee.” I announced reaching for my thermos; I set it down on the counter and poured the black liquid into it. “Oh man this better taste good, if not I am so whipping your little emo ass.”

“No one is whipping anyone’s ass as long as I'm around!” Jeremy stated reaching around me and grabbing the coffee pot.

“But, if this does taste bad, you’re walking to school.” I couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle, Jeremy looked half drunk and he sounded it too. He took a sip, and shrugged

“Not too bad kemo boy,” he mumbled drinking some more and walking back out of the kitchen.

“Its emo boy!” Gus yelled defensively after Jeremy who merely waved his hand in the air.

He then looked to me; I was too busy sniffing my coffee thermos to notice.

“It tastes fine Q,” he tried to tell me, but I still had my doubts about his coffee making skills. “Dad left us some money for lunch, we’re supposed to go to school with Jeremy,” I nodded finally downing a little bit of it.

“S’not to shabby.” I said trying to do my best Adam Sandler impression, he looked at me like I was crazy and walked away rolling his eyes. “You need to get out more kid!” I yelled after him, he of course ignored me.

……..

So you’re probably wondering why my brother Jeremy is driving us to school, well simple, Jeremy just happens to be the new coach (and phys Ed.teacher) at Pembroke high. Which isn’t so bad since neither me nor Gus are taking a Gym class this year.

When we arrived at the school parking lot neither of us could believe our eyes, this was the nicest looking public school ever. No wonder all the rich kids didn’t need to go to private schools.

“All right guys now don’t get into too much trouble.” Jeremy teased as both Gus and I got out of the car.

I noticed Gus looking around at the cars in the parking lot, after all who could blame him half of them were Benzes and BMWs

“Here we are again guys,” Ryan Foxworthy began looking over his friends, as he stood on one of the picnic tables. “Another year to make history, another year of great parties, and, my fellow upperclassmen this is our Fourth and final year to wreak havoc upon Pembroke High!” they all cheered and chanted his name

“Gee the natives are restless,” Quinn said in a stage whisper to Gus as they walked past a group of rowdy boys all chanting Fox as they cheered on another guy standing on top of a picnic table. Both Quinn and Gus laughed not realizing that the group of boys had now turned to watch them.

“And what exactly is it Carmen that you are laughing at?” the one on the table asked, but the two just kept walking not realizing he was talking to them.

“Hey chica, Miss Latina where you going to afraid to answer my question?” at that Quinn turned around figuring it must be her since practically everyone else around her was white.

“You talking to me?” she asked looking right at him, his friends snickered as he pretended to be a sailor and look around

“Well I don't see any other Carmens.” he responded. Quinn clicked her tongue.

“The name’s not Carmen.” She told him still standing there her hands on her hips

“Oh, you see I just thought all Latin chicks were named Carmen.” His friends clapped and nodded as he bowed. Quinn shrugged it off and kept on walking in the building

“Jerk.” She heard her brother mumble before he came behind her.

A/N: all right I realize that was shitty and this chap didn’t turn out like how I wanted it to but I was once again distracted by another story Idea. So many stories so little time sigh ok review review. The next will be longer!