Arizona High School
Chapter I - Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
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Friday, September 2, 2011
Desert Vista High English Classroom - 3 PM
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"That's a great interpretation of Adams' answer to the world. Forty-two is--"
I just want to leave. It's 3 o'clock and Martineau's getting a hard-on for this book again. I just wanna' go. No practice this Friday. Just the weekend.
Phone vibrates. New text message.
im out. ready 2 have a blast this wknd. pick me up?
"Alright class. For homework this weekend, I expect you all to be at Chapter 20 of the Hitchhiker's Guide. There will be a quiz on Monday. Enjoy your weekend."
I will, now that you're gonna' let me get to it.
Scottie Slaughter is the first of the entire class to get out of his seat. Dressed in an orange t-shirt, baggy jeans, and a throwback Phoenix Suns fitted, he grabs his bag and makes his way out of the classroom. Just as Scottie exits, Kyle Hadley catches up with him. Kyle is dressed in a white athletic Desert Vista shirt and shorts.
"Can't stay focused for one second, huh?" Kyle said.
"Martineau's so boring." Scottie replied. "I don't need to read these books. No point. Think I'm gonna' need to know anything from that book in my life?"
"Well, 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything."
"Whatever." Scottie responded, rolling his eyes. "Football season's all I care about here."
"Speaking of, are you going to the gym today?"
"Nah, I'm taking the day off. If we're going to run two-a-days until Agua Fria, I'm chillin' today."
"Sure? Archer's running a Madden tournament at his place afterwards."
"I might meet up for some Madden, but I can't do the gym man. I only care about the game, you know that."
"Alright." Kyle shrugged. "I'll text you later when we start up."
The two part ways. Scottie heads out to the school's parking lot and walks to his car. He gets into his car and pulls off. Scottie drives with the windows down, rap music blasting from his car. He journeys all the way to the front entrance of Phoenix High where there's a loud rally for the school's football game against Sierra Vista.
As he pulls up, he sees a tall, slender, peach-skinned girl standing against the wall of the front of the school staring at her phone. She wears a white bandana that holds back her messy long red hair.
Scottie honks the horn. The girl looks and walks over to the car. As she gets in, she immediately removes her t-shirt and throws her bag in the backseat, leaving only her black sports bra and and straight cut jeans on.
"It's nice when you text back." The girl says.
"I was in class." Scottie replied.
"And when has that ever stopped you?"
Scottie chuckles as starts to pull off. "I came and got you, right?"
"I suppose I can't complain then."
"Not going to Sierra Vista, Miranda?"
Miranda looks out at the bus and scoffs. "Going three hours south just to watch them play football? No thanks."
"What do you have against football?"
"I don't." Miranda replied. "I'll watch you. I just hate watching bad football. There's better things to do."
"Like what we're about to do?"
"Oh, hell yeah."
Scottie drives and parks near the city park. The two of them walk in to the park and go into a closed off, bushy area. They find a grassy, partially open area and lie down, looking up at the bright blue sky.
"I've been waiting for this all week." Scottie said.
"Then let's do this." Miranda replied, with a smile.
Miranda rambles through her bag and pulls out a box. She opens the box that contains rolling paper and about five grams of weed along with other accessories. Scottie's face lights up and they both begin to roll up and smoke.
"Shit's nice." Scottie says after getting a pull. "Where's this from?"
"My cousin from San Diego came over last weekend and gave it to me." Miranda responds. "Fresh from Mexico. It's gonna hit like a bitch in like 15 minutes."
"It's tight." Scottie replied, exhaling the smoke. "Goddamn, I've fucking needed this."
"How long have you been thinking about it?"
"Only think I've thought about. Outside of workouts and gettin' on the field, this is the only thing I've thought of."
"The Agua Fria game stressing you out?"
"It's the first game of the season. But, that's not it. I've got schools looking at me already."
"Are you really surprised?"
"No, but it's a lot of attention." Scottie said, frowning and taking another hit. He then leaned onto Miranda. "Everyone wants me to work out with them and wants to watch me work and I don't care about that shit. I just play. I love the noise, the crowds, and just taking over games. That's what I do."
"It can't be that serious."
"I went in for a camp and Scouts have me rated as the best offensive player in the nation. Oregon, USC, and Florida have contacted me already. Word's getting out."
"And you're alright?"
"I've been better. I just don't care. I love football, I just don't care for this shit."
Miranda shifted herself and straddled on top of Scottie. She placed a finger on his lips and pressed down on his chest with her other hand.
"Relax." Miranda said. "Lay your head back, let the hit take, and relax. Right now, it's just me and you. Nothing else."
Scottie's phone vibrates in his pants. He grabs it and reads the text message.
Madden 12, fresh out the package. Tournament at me house. 8 PM. You in, bro?
Scottie looked back at Miranda, let his arm flop on the grass, and let his phone roll out of his hand.