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More Than a Feeling
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"…and coach is grilling me about my backhand. It’s ridiculous! I can only do it one way and even if I think it’s perfect he’s all over my ass about it." Dana’s voice cut through Bette’s thoughts.
"That sucks." Tina said sympathetically. "Well, nothing you can do about it but try harder."
"How about I aim one of my shots at his head?"
"Oh yeah, that oughta send him a clear message…and you directly to the principal’s office." Bette joked, making Tina and Dana laugh.
"I gotta go, I’ll see you later." Dana said, moving into her classroom.
Heading toward their class together, Bette looked at Tina and said, "I had a great time last night."
"Yeah, it was fun."
"We should do it again." Bette blurted out before catching herself. Oh God, that sounded so bad
"We are." Tina said, looking at Bette, confused. "Oh, and by the way, my Mom wants you to come to dinner."
"Yeah?" Bette asked, grateful for the distraction.
"But be warned, my mother’s cooking has been known to kill."
"I’m sure it isn’t that bad."
"Have you heard of the Corona Bay Chili Contest Disaster of ’99?"
"Oh God," Bette exclaimed, putting a hand to her mouth. "That was your mother?"
"Mr. Jones, the judge at the time, still can’t taste anything unless it’s really sweet, salty or hot."
"Poor man." Bette laughed.
"Burned the taste buds right off of him. It was so sad. You know, my mother has to hide every time she sees him at the market. Otherwise, he chases her, shouting about his mouth."
"No she doesn’t!" Bette exclaimed, laughing louder as they entered class.
"It’s true. I was with her once. She pulled me underneath the produce case so fast I thought the floor collapsed. We stayed there for ten minutes before one of the employees found us. I had to pretend that I lost a contact." Tina shook her head at the memory.
"Does your mother know you diss her cooking like this?"
Tina scoffed. "Are you kidding? I’m the reason Dana can still taste food." She started for her seat, but Bette caught her arm.
"Wait, sit in Al’s seat."
"Wouldn’t that leave her seatless?"
"Trust me," Bette said, shaking her head, "She won’t be making it to History today."
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lol well yeah, it was just the first couple of paragraphs in the first chapters that reminded me of Randybeing more messy and careless about her looks and clothersagain great chapter!
Good chapter. They all have fun, Tina’s mother cooking is funny. Ok let see whats next, thanks!
manda let the games begin i luv this story!
I totally loves this story – it’s so great and so well written. I’m already addicted and WANT MORE LOL…..
love this story! Hope Bette and Tina get together soon!
Nice to see a new chapter, so i can read it before starting work.It cheers me up, and makes my day. Keep it coming, i’m loving it!
very well written story. i enjoy reading it, makes a good start to my day!
So Bette has a specific dislike for Eric. Seiously Tina step away from the man whore.
Very Fun – Please continue!
I wish I could explain why it seems the pricks always get the girls, but alas I am too tired to go into that one. Hopefully Tina’s mom’s cooking won’t kill Bette and they can get a little closer while working on the project.
nice work, another fab piece of writing, looking forward to next!
they should slow down on their project so they can spend more time together
Manda, two things. 1) I am honestly addicted to this story. It’s so well written. The right amount of humour and angst. 2) You really made me feel for Bette in this chapter. Down with unrequited love! Please, please, please continue to post regularly. You’re helping me to regain all of the brain cells I’ve lost from watching S3.