User blog:Minithepeanut/I'm Just A Teenage Dirtbag

A/N: Did someone ask for a Lebeaux Gang High School AU? No? Well you got it. Yes, they all go to BHS, and yes there will be Brooke, Holly and Sam in it. (You might be thinking Holly's not a part of the Lebeaux gang, but she is the glue that ties this story together.) Also, each character does have their own plot in the story, but some may take longer to appear than others, so y'all can deal.

For the record, this is the first of probably many chapters, and I have no idea how fast updates will be.

Chapter One = Lauren Brodie was the typical kind of girl you’d expect to be queen bee at high school. She was ridiculously rich, stick thin with perfect skin and wavy blonde hair. Even though she didn’t participate in cheerleading or any sports for that matter, she’d always be at every school sporting event, every party and she always knew how to get what she wanted. It wasn’t that everyone liked her, though, she was a control freak, uptight and self-centred, but she did make a suitable candidate for queen bee. Being best friends with the nicest girl in their grade probably helped her popularity.

Paige Siobhan and Lauren Brodie had been inseparable since pre-K, and were practically sisters, even though no one could explain how Paige was so down-to-earth and Lauren turned out the way she did. Paige was the girl with the infectious sort of smile and laugh, who everyone loved, and everyone could say positive things about. She was very indecisive, however and she’d always been a bit quiet, so it made sense that she’d befriend someone who could speak for her if needed. When she wasn’t with Lauren however, she preferred the quiet confines of the library with her friend Wesley, whom she’d known since middle school when the two of them used to study together after school. Lauren was there, too, of course, but she had more interesting things to pay attention to than study.

Wesley was the kind of nerdy, geeky, awkward guy you would never expect to be friends with the queen bee and her friend, but at a moment’s notice he could go from hopelessly pining over his unrequited crush to a fashion guru, who seemed to serve as a replacement gay best friend for the pair. While he didn’t spend all of his time with the two of them, and he had a few other friends, mainly his friend Holly from his literature class, but she was still a junior, so he didn’t tend to think it counted, seeing as he probably wouldn’t see her after graduation.

Their story began at a sporting event, the BHS Giants versus the Miduna Beach Wildcats. Paige was busy distracting herself with a book after her friend Wesley had been a no-show and Lauren had threatened to never bring her again if she kept making sarcastic commentary of the game. Lauren, was getting way too into the game for a skinny, white girl, but every time her team managed to show up the other team, she couldn’t help but let out a loud cheer. Paige laughed as Lauren stood up for what seemed to be the fiftieth time, and Lauren sat back down, turning to face Paige as her long blonde hair fell in front of her face and she tried to push it away.

“What?” Lauren rebutted, as Paige continued to smirk at her. Paige just pursed her lips together, not moving her eyes away from her book.

“You need to stop.”

“It’s called school spirit, Paige,” she teased, plucking Paige’s book out of her hands and dog-earing the corner of the page before closing it. “And if you didn’t notice, that’s what most people come to football games for.”

Paige scoffed a little, before replying, looking around at the almost empty bleachers behind them. “This is just a pre-season game. Plus, I guarantee you wouldn’t even bother if it weren’t for your man-candy out there.”

“Oh, yeah, right. I totally need hot guys for me to be interested in something.”

“You’re watching them train,” she reminded her. “Even the cheerleaders aren’t here, therefore, it’s not a real game.” As she finalised her argument, Paige smirked, taking her book back off Lauren, and returning to the point she left off, remaining thankful that Lauren had the decency to mark the page for her. Thirty minutes later, the game was over, and Lauren found herself debating whether to go talk to the football captain and congratulate him on the win, or whether to stick with Paige and not let her have the triumph of thinking that she just came to these events for the hot guys. While the guys did help attract her to the sporting events, she did actually love watching sports, mostly because her mother wouldn’t let her and didn’t find it to be ladylike. She decided to let Paige hold this triumph and went over to speak to Connor, who for the time being was distracted talking to another player on the team, whom Lauren hadn’t bothered to learn the name of.

“Hey,” she interrupted, smiling as he turned to face her, helmet tucked under his arm. “You guys played great.”

“Yeah, I heard you cheering. Sometimes I think you do a better job than the cheerleaders.”

“Well, I can’t do half as many tricks,” she playfully remarked, inciting a slight chuckle from Connor. As he did, the two of them managed to draw the attention of the unnamed football player Connor was previously talking to, who scoffed at them.

“Will you two just go get a room?” he complained, thinking that Connor’s innocent flirting would have been well over and done with by his senior year of high school. No matter how many parties he dragged Connor to, he still couldn’t live up to his promise of getting Connor laid before his graduation, and considering this was their final school year, he was slowly running out of time. Lauren rolled her eyes at the comment, and Connor took up the opportunity to introduce the two of them.

“Lauren, this is Jaime. Jaime, Lauren.” Jaime eyed her over for a moment, before nodding.

“Yeah, I know who Lauren is.” Lauren smirked triumphantly, as if having a football player know her name was new to her. She did find it comforting to know his name too, however.

“Well, you played well too, you know, for a fullback.” Jaime rolled his eyes at her comment before turning his attention back to Connor.

“Look, if you two aren’t going to end up fucking at some point in the next twenty minutes, we have got a victory party to get to.” As he spoke, he noticed Connor blushing slightly, growing flustered at the sudden shift of the conversation, and he smirked towards him.

Lauren told them both to have fun, before going back to Paige who was waiting for her, smirking playfully. Asking her with a spirited tone whether she had fun watching sports just for the sports, and laughing as Lauren didn’t even bother trying to deny it, the two of them started walking back to the parking lot, towards Lauren’s car, when they inadvertently got themselves invited to the after-party by another football player who was greeting people as they walked into the parking lot. They spent a brief moment in the car debating whether or not to go, when Lauren pointed out that this would probably be the quietest party of the whole season, knowing that would appeal to Paige’s more introverted nature. Paige decided she was in no mood to try and debate, and ended up tagging along as well, following the traffic until they ended up at the midfielder’s house amidst a hoard of drunk, horny adolescents.

Although she’d promised not to leave Paige’s side to keep her comfortable, she leave her alone for a few minutes to get them both a drink. The few minutes turned into a full conversation between her and Connor in the kitchen while Lauren forgot the reason she actually ended up there. Paige, after wandering into the kitchen and discovering the reason that Lauren had left her alone, was about ready to leave, before bumping into another half-drunk teenager standing near the doorway. She stepped back, apologising frantically, when he moved his hand down to her shoulder, smiling at her.

“Dude, it’s fine,” he reassured. “Although, I hope you’re not leaving this early. That’s definitely not fine.”

Paige frowned a little, “Parties aren’t really my thing, and the only friend I have here is a little preoccupied.” She gestured over towards the kitchen where Connor and Lauren were busy trying to flirt each other up, but didn’t directly point them out.

“Well, I’ll be your friend. I’m Jaime, can I get you something to drink?” he offered. Paige’s lips twisted up at the ends as she tried to supress a smile.

“I think that’s what a waiter says, not a friend.”

“Yes, but it’s a party, and I think you should be having fun, so I’m offering you a drink.”

“Fine,” she resigned, “I’ll have a cola.”

“Cola and vodka?” he joked.

“Cola.” She reiterated. “Just cola.”

“You seem like more of a bourbon girl to me anyway,” he commented as he walked out to the fridge. He came back with a can of coke and one of those premixed coke and bourbon drinks, before handing the plain soda over to Paige. She looked up at the other drink in his hand and furrowed her eyebrows.

“You got me a bourbon anyway?”

“Well, actually, I got it for me, but sure, I’ll let you have it,” he commented, while handing the can over and taking back the coke. Paige smiled, and after deciding that she couldn’t be bothered arguing for the plain coke back, she decided to pop open the can, inciting a cheer from the crowd of jocks around her as she sculled the whole can within thirty seconds.

“See,” he smirked, “I knew you were a bourbon girl.”