Texas Girl (Pt3)

Sorry this is a quick one :) not sure if its any good, but its more of a filler. More out tonight I promise!!!

I took a slice of pizza and placed it down on the tray next to Drew's apple. "That's all you're eating?" I raised my eyebrows, pointing down at the pointless piece of fruit. "Tex you might as well eat the air" I nudged her in the rib, picking up the tray and walking over to the queue for the till. "Well excuse me, but detention sort of put me off" she smirked, glancing down at our now changed bodies. I would have walked around with paint on me all day, but Drew said she refused to walk around with me if I had a dick on my shirt, so we were allowed to go home and change.
"Oh come on, you still blame me for that?" I smiled at her as she picked up a juice box and placed it swiftly down on the tray before the cashier could finish totalling her items up. "Five dollars and eighty cents" the worker held out her hand as Drew rummaged around in her purse, finding nothing but the thin material inside. "Shoot. I forgot my money" she frowned, and before she could look up, I put the right amount of money in the woman's hand, winking at her to say "Don't tell!". She nodded in understanding and made an excuse "Uh, don't worry about it. It's on the house" she smiled as Drew looked up. "Oh thank you!" Drew's face lit up in relief, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside seeing her smile so happily. "Don't mention it sweetie".
I payed for my food, and we found an empty table in the cafeteria with a window view. I wish I could say it was sunny and bright outdoors, but it was no better than the day I had arrived. Dark, gloomy, misty and damp. It may as well have had a flashing neon sign saying "Come on out! We'll freeze you to death!".
I sighed and averted my gaze from the icy-looking landscape, taking a large bite out of my pizza and munching on it satisfactorily. Drew took small, precise bites of her apple, picking at the juicy fruit precariously, as if it were to explode within seconds. "What's up? You not hungry or something?" I asked her, slightly concerned. I'd never seen Drew eat before. Ever. Not once. But before she could even think of answering my question, she was interrupted. "Hey there sexy" a voice smirked, and the two of us looked to our right to see a tall, blonde haired boy in a basketball team jacket, about our age, standing right next to Drew. "Ugh. Get lost Dwight" Drew sighed at the sight of the green-eyed devil, going back to her food and pretending to be interested in it. "Oh come on now. Don't be like that. I thought you liked me baby" he flirted, leaning down close to Drew and slamming his basketball down on the table, leaving his hand on top of it to keep it there. "Leave me alone" Drew suddenly went quiet and shy, turning her head slightly away from Dwight.
I watched on for a moment, analysing the situation. Dick head with a stupid name, hitting on my best friend and girl I fancied, and just being an all round twat. "Not likely. You're mine, even if you don't know it. Your little body, belongs to me" he threatened loudly in her ear, and that was it. I'd had enough. I rose up out of my seat, staring the idiot down. I brought a whole new meaning to the phrase "If Looks Could Kill". "You little punk. You don't talk to her that way" I spat, Drew staring up at me to wonder what the fuck I was doing and try to stop it. I ignored her looks of concern and continued to stare at Dwight. He chuckled at me loudly, grasping the attention of the entire cafeteria bit by bit. "Ok. What are you gonna do?" he announced, challenging me for the whole world to see. I smiled smugly at him "What am I gonna do?". Dwight raised his eyebrows, waiting patiently for some sort of comeback. He had no idea what he had just asked for.
I stepped out from behind the table, walking into the empty space beside the table for everyone to watch me. "First, I'm gonna call your father" I stated simply, making people laugh and snigger loudly. Dwight immediately thought he had me pinned, and threw his basketball swiftly into my face "Heads up!" he blabbered, but little did he know, I had been playing basketball since I was eight. I got reflexes like a fucking ninja, bitch. I held my arm out straight and caught the ball in the palm of my hand, making the crowd gasp and whisper in shock. Dwight looked like he'd just been slapped in the face. Ha. I tossed the ball playfully around in my hands, and Dwight took this as his moment to re-gain his bad-ass status. "Give me my ball back, bitch" he spat, but I ignored his comment. "You know Dwight, I feel sorry for you". "You don't know me" he shook his head, giving me a pitying look. "Oh, but I do. All too well" I tossed the basketball up and let it spin on my middle finger whilst pacing around the southern jerk. "You're the man. Captain of the basketball team, right? Dates the pretty girls," I gestured to Drew, making her blush bright red. I dropped the ball down into my palm, talking to Dwight from over his shoulder. "High school is your kingdom". I ignored him from that moment on, and turned to the cafeteria audience as I humiliated him further "But people, Dwight is a bully. And why? It'd be way too easy to say Dwight prays in the week simply because he's a dick" I put the emphasis on the final word, walking between tables as people laughed at my words. "No, no, no. Dwight here, is much more complex than that" I turned to him, and pointed at him with the stolen ball. "See, according to leading psychiatrists, Dwight is a bully for one of three reasons. One" I threw the ball up and spun it on my index finger continuously. "Underneath all that male bravado, there's an insecure little girl just banging on the closet door trying to get out" I ducked the ball under my legs and balanced it on my arms, shocking people along with laughter from my humiliation technique. "Two" I tossed the ball up over my shoulder, catching it swiftly in front of me "Like a caveman, Dwight's brain is... underdeveloped, therefore he is unable to use self-control, and so he acts out aggressively" More laughter, but just wait. I spun the ball on my pinky finger, staring at the spinning plastic as I spoke "And the third reason... Dwight has a small weiner". People gasped, laughed and did that weird "Ooooo" thing you see in movies a lot. I dribbled the ball skilfully up to him, and then jerked it in his face as if I was going to throw it at him. He jumped back and blinked, tricked into my game. "Don't hurt yourself big boy" I stated, before gently tossing the ball back into his hands. He jumped back, still afraid of me as people sniggered and whispered about the event. Dwight stormed out of the cafeteria, and the crowd began to cheer and whoop for me as I went to sit down again.
"That was amazing Justin!" Drew smiled at me when I took a seat next to her as the cheers died down and people returned to their lunches. "Oh well thanks" I sighed, realising my pizza had gone cold. Ah well, it was either help Drew out or eat. I chose help her by far. "Why don't you come over mine tonight? If you're free" she shrugged, dropping the half-eaten apple down onto the tray. "Yeah, sure. You are my only source of entertainment in this town Texas" I chuckled, nudging her in the arm. She giggled and smiled softly. Wow. Today just got better and better.