Authors Note:
As the title indicates, chapter picks up the pace a bit. Hopefully, the scene headings and context don't cause people to miss transitions to new days.
Of course, I need to give special thanks to AuroraIncident, who not only gave his blessing on this story but also has contributed a significant amount of guidance/suggestions to help it keep that charm so prevalent in his own stories. Be sure to check out his work if you haven't. I also owe a great deal of thanks to all of my Beta Readers, especially Boots and adub as they continue assisting with the development of this story.
Lastly, I'm considering doing a shorter break between Chapters 4 and 5, so check my author's page to keep in the loop for that.
As always, any characters engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.
3 - ...And The Rest of The Week Flew By
Wednesday, August 16, 8:30 AM, Cafeteria.
"So, have I met anyone else in choir and not realized it?" The thought had plagued Zoe since Seph's breakdown. She and Cleo sat down at a table already occupied by Amber, Judy, and Lindsay.
"Hmmm, I don't think so," Cleo looked toward the ceiling as she tried to recall all their interactions.
"Uhhhh... Hello!" Amber's annoyance wasn't hidden.
"Sorry, don't know what I was thinking," Cleo grimaced. "Amber here has a fantastic voice."
With a mouthful of scrambled eggs, Amber smiled at the remark. Her acceptance of the praise did little to upturn Cleo's frown.
"You alright?" Zoe asked, noting the particularly worrisome look on her small friend's face.
"I think I know how Seph felt when she dropped the ball on my name."
"Except she didn't forget about someone she spends nearly every day with," Lindsay said.
"Thanks, Lindz," Cleo hung her head. "Can always count on you to cheer me up."
"Don't mention it," Lindsay smiled, her obliviousness successfully cheering Cleo up where her words had failed.
Having polished off what was on her tray, Amber rose from the table. She turned and collided with Kristina who was wandering the room.
"The fuck!" Kristina muttered as she pushed the girl away. "Why are you in such a hurry."
"Sorry, I was- I was just cleaning my-"
"Shut up! In the future, watch where you're going," Kristina rolled her eyes. "Now what was I... Oh yeah. Tab said she announced it this morning but I'm sure you idiots missed it. You've got dishes this morning."
"Already?" Judy counted her fingers between bites. "12... Monday lunch. 11..."
"Are you fucking questioning me?" Kristina grunted.
"NO!" Judy sat upright. "I just... lost track of-"
"The fuck good do I have for a drummer who can't keep time?" She turned to Cleo. "Your whole fucking group is already on thin ice. This shit right here? This is why no one wants you to be a section leader."
Cleo slumped down in her chair.
Amber bumping into her was one thing. But lashing out at everyone is uncalled for.
Zoe scowled at the Drum Major. "Hey, wait a min-"
"Oh, no. New girl," Kristina rolled her eyes. "I'm giving you a pass because you're new. But if you and the rest of these bitches can't keep the chatter down when you're out on the field, you'll be out of Marching Band before the first field show."
She shook her head and left.
"Fucking hell," Judy exhaled once she felt it safe to speak.
"Don't worry," Lindsay pat her on the back. "You're timing isn't that bad."
"Not as bad as mine," Amber gloomed. "What were the odds she'd be standing there right then?"
Cleo shrugged. "Never tell me the odds."
Across the room they heard Kristina raise her voice at more girls from their cabin.
"Well, she seems lovely," Zoe scowled. "She said something about being the person who gets to do most of the yelling when I first met her. I think I finally understand what that means."
"Yeah," Amber laughed. "It's what she's been working toward her whole life."
The comment lifted their spirits.
"So, today is dishes. Anyone know when we're scheduled for the washeteria?" Amber asked. Zoe could only surmise that was colloquial for the laundry room.
"Tomorrow, with Cabin 4," Lindsay responded.
"What cabin is that?"
"Woodwinds," Judy had kept an eye on who wound up where. "Boys"
"I don't think I've met anyone from there either," Zoe reflected.
"You'll definitely have the opportunity. If you see someone cute..." Judy ran her tongue across her lip seductively.
Zoe furrowed her brow at the idea.
"Laundry has a lot of downtime," Amber shrugged.
"More like going down-time," Judy nearly cheered.
"Anyway," Amber rolled her eyes. "It is an opportunity to meet some folks from other cabins. Maybe they'll be cute, maybe they wont."
Zoe couldn't help but take the bait. "Are there a lot of cute woodwind players?"
"There aren't any MEN if that's what you mean," Cleo answered disappointedly.
"Agreed. But there's Dave, he's got some money. But you'd probably be more into Ross since he's got a nice car and he's always down for a ride," Judy followed up quickly. "You shouldn't rule either of them out, they could be yummy."
"I don't think the rest of us put as much..." Cleo searched for the words to provide a polite response. "Weight on those things as you do."
"You can tell yourselves that," Judy sneered. "But who are you trying to fool? You're not gonna want to be with someone who doesn't have money or a car. That's like buying your ticket to the bedroom rodeo and finding out his steed is already turning out glue."
"Aw man, I've never been to any rodeo. Didn't even know they had bedroom ones," Lindsay groaned. "Anyone wanna take me next time?"
The others looked among themselves, uncertain of what to say.
"Buy your own admission and I'll take you there," Judy offered.
Zoe looked among her new friends, "Wait, didn't you say-"
"I think this metaphor got away from them," Amber giggled. "The point is, that may be what you want, Jude, but it's not what anyone else at this table is thinking."
"What about the new girl?" Judy challenged.
"What- what do you mean?" Zoe hadn't anticipated being singled out.
"Well, you said you're holding out until you have a 'man'. Which, unless I'm mistaken, means a career and enough disposable income and autonomy to get around on their own."
Again, that's not really what I said earlier. But is it really that far off?
Zoe wanted to object, but she truly hadn't ever put that much thought into what she was holding out for. When Lindsay had stated she was 'holding out for a man' it sounded right. She just had no idea by what metric she was making that distinction.
"Those are... benefits..." she carefully answered. "But I don't think they're dealbreakers."
"Trust me," Judy offered. "The only true dealbreaker is when you're ready for him to batter his corndog and you realize he's only brought a Vienna sausage."
Cleo set the hotdog she was eating down on her plate. "Anyone else suddenly lose their appetite?"