Not Your Romeo & Juliet

Chapter 10

Skylar~

The game drags on and I spend the entire time just talking with Vanessa about the dumbest things or watching the game. By the time the game is near done, I am much more awake despite still very much lacking sleep. I keep messing with my hair some, trying to get it to calm down, but eventually give up. The best I could get it to do was lie flat near the top but stick out nearly everywhere else. 

Before I know it, the game is ending and people are slowly making their way out of the gym. Moving to the side, I wait impatiently for people to finish leaving. Why can't these slowpokes take their conversations outside? I wonder to myself, not in the mood to wait much longer.

Finally, the gym is empty and I stretch before turning to Vanessa slightly. "Alright shortie, you go clean the bleachers while I take care of the booth." She gives me a look before answering. "Ohhh, okay so that's why you wanted to close up the booth. Give me the trash work." she says with a touch of sarcasm."I can do both if you really detest trash." I watch as Vanessa's eyebrow goes up as she gives me a questioning look. "You're being very uncharacteristically nice," comes her remark as her arms fold across her body. Smirking some, I shrug again, not having a huge reason for uncharacteristic behavior.

"Can't always be flirting, sometimes just being nice helps in getting people to like you. Don't get used to it," I answer with a shrug. "Am I supposed to like you now, then?" comes a playful response from the annoying not so annoying priss. Raising an eyebrow, I eye her for a moment. "Is it working?" Her gaze drops from mine as Vanessa shifts her weight back and forth between her feet. "Go clean the booth, stop stalling."

Just giving a smirk, I turn and walk off to clean up the ticket booth. Entering, I flip on the light and hum to myself as I look around. Picking up the trash, I start to thoroughly clean it out. It was beyond dirty and while I could've easily just left it alone, I felt that I might as well do a good job for once before going back to wrecking the school. Taking about 20 minutes to clean up, I wander off to wash my hands before returning to the gym.

Walking through the doorway, I call out, "Done! How're you doing?" Looking around, I find Vanessa sitting on the floor in front of the closed up bleachers. "About time. Did you get lost going two feet out the door?" Holding her hand out, she just looks at me expectantly. "Oh shut up, it was annoyingly dirty in there." I just look at her for a moment before grabbing her hand and pulling her up. "Lazy bones, come on." With the light sarcasm, she takes my hand to get up. "Sorry, my bones got kind of stiff sitting in here for fifty years waiting on you."

I roll my eyes some, letting go of her hand once she was up. I look around the gym, tilting my head slightly in question. "So, what's left?" Vanessa smiles as she answers me. "Anything a janitor would do. Clean the floors, put away any left out equipment, cry in the closet. You know, the usual." I make a slight face at this, more so because I didn't want to do anything else than actually having to clean the floors.

"Geez, glad to know we got assigned such an amazing job for the day," I grumble, not very pleased about this news. "Told you." She remarks in an annoyed tone that didn't really sound that annoyed. "I used to make fun of the people who had to do this job a couple years ago." Wandering away from the bleachers, I survey the gym to see what was left. "Well, now you know they work hard jobs." I murmur distracted. "'Walk a mile in someone else's shoes' much?" she remarks, following me for whatever reason. "Uh sure?" I'm not exactly versed in random sayings and such.

Vanessa just sighs "Okay, let's get this over with, so I can go back to sleep." Grinning, I hold up a hand as I lift my foot and lightly rest it on top of a basketball. "Not so fast, you still have to shoot a few." Flicking the ball up with my foot, I catch it and spin it in my hands. "Oh, right!" Vanessa smiles and raises her arms. "Okay, pass me it." Tossing it over, I bend over to snatch up another, dribbling that a bit. "Good luck," I muse watching the shorter girl.