Saturday, September 10, 2005

   AEGFF Chapter 3!!!
Wel, here's the third chapter of AEGFF, as I promised. Both stories are going to be done on the weekends; more time!

Chapter 3

“Are we gonna go see P.J. first, or go hang out at the skate park?” Bobby asked, roller skating next to Max, who was on his skateboard. He chuckled, doing a kickflip down the street. New students were arriving now, as the school year was starting again. These last few days of summer were important; there wouldn’t be classes to worry about waking up for.

“Skate park first. Let’s give P.J and his Java Bean Jeanne some time together.” Max chuckled, Bobby laughing next to him. Suddenly, the sound of a revving engine was heard. Curious, Max and Bobby went around the corner to see a leather clad motorcyclist preparing to go off a ramp. The biker waved at them, then started the vehicle, its tires squealing.

“Wow, look at him go!” Bobby shouted over the noise as the motorcycle peeled toward the ramp. It started off doing a catwalk, but it collected more speed on both wheels, and went off the ramp. The cyclist did a 360 front flip, and landed flat on its tires. Max and Bobby applauded, the biker bowing slightly. Then, before Max or Bobby could run up and greet him, he drove away heading for the Bean Scene.

“Looks like we’ll be visiting P.J. and Jeanne first!” Max said, skateboarding down the street with Bobby at his heels. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t the only ones to notice the biker. The members of the Gamma Frat we outside, and watched the whole thing. Tank chuckled, watching as the biker left.

“Hey, there’s some new talent here. C’mon guys, let’s roll!” Tank called, but he was silenced by a tall, skinnier young man. He looked very stuck up in his fancy clothes, and with his cropped hairdo. He pulled on his own helmet and pads, then hopped onto a skateboard.

“Don’t forget who leads the frat, Brother Tank! Now c’mon, Gammas, let’s go!” The young man called, the rest of the Gammas following close behind. Max looked over his shoulder to make sure Bobby was still behind him, and spotted the Gammas. He ushered Bobby over, while they continued their chase down the street.

“Looks like the Gammas have their eye on this guy too. Let’s try to get there first.” Max said, Bobby nodding in response. They turned the corner, looking ahead to see where the biker had gone. Bean Scene was about a block away from where they were currently, and the Gammas were no where in sight. Thinking they had lost them, they continued toward the coffee shop. When they arrived at the shop, they noticed a familiar motorcycle.

“Looks like we beat the Gammas.” Max grinned, taking off his helmet and picking up his skateboard. Bobby followed suit, carefully descending the stairs in his roller skates. The two got into the coffee shop, and were greeted by P.J. basically right away.

“Max, the Gammas are hounding this motorcyclist; we heard him drive up. Maybe you should try to break them up.” P.J. said, ignoring the surprise in Max’s expression, “’sides, they’re distracting from the poetry readings.” Max chuckled and headed toward the Gammas, listening in on their conversation.

“Listen, man, you’re going to join the Gammas, whether you like it r not. You’re too talented to join another team.” The man with the cropped hairdo half-shouted, expecting the biker to recoil. To his surprise, the biker lifted his visor, revealing his brown eyes. The look in his eyes was stern, and definitely not happy.

“You listen to me, bub,” The biker said in response, poking the man’s chest, “I don’t take orders from spindly creeps like you. Now back off, before I get serious.” His voice didn’t sound very masculine; it sounded as though the biker was a girl. Then, the biker removed his helmet, tossing his long, black hair, red streaks going down its length.

“TERA?!” Max called out in surprise when his friend popped out of the helmet. How could someone so... well, dorky, be good at motorcycling? The man picked up on the fact that she was a girl right away, and decided to start hitting on her. He leaned on the counter, ignoring the disgust in her eyes.

“So, babe, how do you like your eggs in the morning?” He asked, smiling as Tera scoffed and rolled her eyes. She put her helmet on the table, and unzipped her leather coat, revealing a short-sleeved, green button up shirt. She smiled at him sweetly, and brought her face close to his.

“Unfertilized.” She responded to his question, looking kindly into his eyes. It looked like she’d busted a gasket in this guy’s brain. He slammed his hand on the table, and looked at Tera angrily, who simply smiled and looked innocently at him.

“No one turns down the Gammas, or me, Chad Underwood!” The young man exploded, his voice echoing around the room. Tera looked at him disgustedly, rubbing spit off of her face. She flicked the liquid onto the ground, looking up at him.

“Say it, don’t spray it, Chadwick Underfoot.” Tera retorted, looking up angrily at him. He reached out to strike her, but she was quicker. In one, swift motion, she brought her leg into the air and kicked him in the side of the face, knocking him down onto the counter.

“Bad move, sweetheart!” Tank called with his New Yorker accent, picking up the unconscious Chad, “you’re gonna regret ever turning down the Gammas!” Tera simply growled low in her throat, and sent the Gammas running. Max, Bobby and P.J. couldn’t help but stare, before they rushed over to congratulate her.

“Nice kick!” Bobby said, “I’m a yellow belt.” He chuckled, showing off a yellow belt that he’d gotten in Karate.

“It was a great way to clean up the trash!” P.J. commended her, applauding with a golf clap.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Max asked, Tera blushing in response to all the attention she was receiving.

“Well… I was kinda trained in three different martial arts… I’m a black belt in all three…” Tera said, grinning at their reactions, “c’mon, let’s go to the skate park! I wanna see you three in action; you’re pretty famous around campus, y’know.” She grinned, and put on her helmet, preparing to leave the shop.

“See ya there!” Max called, Tera lifting her visor in response. She winked and nodded, then left the shop. The sound of her motorcycle reached their ears, and then she was gone. The three looked at each other, then headed off for the skate park.

“See ya at Club Rave tonight, Jeanne!” P.J. called, waving to his girlfriend as they left. She simply smiled and waved at the three of them, sipping her coffee. “Boys will be boys,” she muttered, “and tomboys, will be tomboys.” She took another sip of her coffee, before she headed up to the stage to perform.

There ya go. Remember, updates are SATURDAY!!
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