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Chapter 4 - Confrontation at a Mexican restaurant.

I switched to a later judo session to accommodate football practice so I had a few hours to spare. So after I left Stephanie, I headed over to Baja Sonora.

Baja Sonora was a Mexican restaurant owned by some white entrepreneurs. Their business was failing until they decided to hire an all Mexican staff in order to make their food more authentic. After that, they became popular. The kids from school loved going there because they had a lot of seating and they served free fried tortillas and salsa. The owners didn't mind so much because they didn't interfere with their lunch or dinner rush and most of the kids did at least buy a soda.

As I entered the restaurant, and there was a line of students waiting to order. The restaurant had a little seating near the cash register but there was a bigger dining area on the other side of a dividing wall that had two open doorways to pass through. I popped my head through the first doorway and investigated the other side. I saw about twenty cheerleaders gathered around many tables pulled together as if it were a long convention table. There were some other various students gathered around the perimeter areas near the walls and near the tortilla chip heat lamp/salsa station.

Simone was at the "head" of the table and was engaging in conversation with all her friends. I was about to retract back to the other side so that I could get in line when Simone noticed me, and her face lit up and she waved me over.

"Hey girls," I blushed.

I never thought I would get flustered over girls, much less have to be social with a brood of viscous, condescending, gossipy women. After talking to them though, they seemed friendly and I saw no condescension in any of their interactions with non-cheerleaders not in their clique. I realized that I had some fucked-up prejudices that needed to be corrected. One thing I wasn't wrong about, they were very gossipy, however none of them were mean. Rather, they seemed to want to help others. It was against everything I ever learned about cheerleaders from TV and books. I was glad I was open minded enough to accept that.

"So, Mike, where did you learn CPR?" Amanda asked out of the blue, (Amanda was Simone's best friend and second in charge).

"It's a long story. It would probably bore you."

"Ah come on Mike, we wouldn't ask if we weren't interested," Amanda prodded.

"Fine, you asked for it... I used to have a stepfather a few years ago that was a little paranoid. He thought I needed to prepare for the zombie apocalypse or something. He had me learn to shoot guns, put me in all sorts of martial arts classes and sent me to a survivalist training camp a couple of summers ago."

"Ohhh, you're THAT Mike, aren't you? The one that was almost murdered by that crazy guy - you were like famous or something, right?" a not too bright sounding cheerleader name Georgina interjected.

"Yeah... that crazy guy was my step-father."

"Sorry," she quickly apologized.

"No, no, that's ok. It was a long time ago. Besides, he's in jail now. Anyway, it wasn't all bad I guess because, as crazy as the survivalist training was, I did get certified in CPR which ended up 'saving' someone's life," I said making air quotes when I said the word "saving".

"Very true, and we're glad you knew what you were doing. Gail is my sister, after all," Amanda added. "I love my sister and you saved her life. I owe you one."

She seemed to tear up a bit and turned her head to dab her eyes with a napkin.

"Well, I totally understand that. I love my sisters too, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I'm glad you didn't lose her and I'm glad I was there to help."

One of the girls jumped in with, "What WERE you doing there anyway?"

"Ha, ha, you wouldn't believe me if I told you... after all, me perving over you gals makes more sense. But the truth is that I have a bunch of free periods at the end of school and it was a nice day and I wanted a quiet place to read. I didn't know you were going to have tryouts."

"You were checking us out though, weren't you..." one of them chided.

"Guilty as charged. Yes, I am a red-blooded male and you were very distracting."

"So, Mike..." Simone spoke up. "What's your opinion on who did the best."

"Well, I am probably biased, but my sister Stephanie... At the same time, I was very surprised by Isabella's performance. She blew me away. She looked almost supernatural; man, could she move."

"Isn't she really fat?!" one of them blurted.

So much for my, no condemnation from this group theory.

"Hey, she might be 'overweight', but she's STRONG. Imagine having her at the bottom of one of our pyramids or having her catch you after you have been tossed twenty feet in the air..." Simone said, cleverly.

And the girl thought about it and you could see a light go off in her head and her whole attitude took a 180.

"Yeah, you're right. We really could use her..." she went on about how she was dropped a few times in the past and almost got really hurt. I stopped listening and found myself staring at Simone in wonder. SHE was the reason that they weren't mean. She was a good leader. Her goodness more than rubbed off on them. She led not only by example but through intelligence and rationale and her whole group gladly followed.

"So, Mike, I heard you got on the football team," Amanda prompted.

"That was you?" someone jumped in.

"Yeah, apparently I'll be the backup quarterback."

"So, you'll be junior varsity then?"

"Well technically my position is a backup position, so I am a second-string varsity quarterback."

"You don't seem like a jock, I thought you were super smart."

"Yeah, I guess, if you asked me a couple of months ago I wouldn't have believed it either."

"You're a member of Mensa right Mike?" Simone asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"She's pretty smart herself, she takes all AP classes and gets straight A's..." Amanda said, proudly to which Simone seemed a little embarrassed.

"So, why'd you join the football team, you don't fit the typical 'stupid jock' stereotype."

"I guess just like with martial arts and survivalist training it was thrust upon me for the wrong reasons, but I made lemonade."

"Huh, what did he mean, he 'made lemonade?'" one of the more ditzy cheerleaders, I immediately recognized as Candy, asked.

"When life gives you lemons you make lemonade," Simone tried helping.

"I don't get it," Candy pouted. I had no idea how this girl ever made it to the eleventh grade, her daddy must be rich, and he must pour thousands in tutors every year.

"We'll explain it later," the girl next to her reassured.

"Nice dodge by the way."

"Ha, ha, I'm not hiding anything. If you want to know... my girlfriend at the time - at least who I thought was my girlfriend - asked me to do it for her."

"You mean that red-headed skank asked you to try out for the football team, then dumped you for another wannabe football player before she even saw the results?" Amanda gasped. She saw the look of anger on my face and quickly corrected, "Sorry, no offense."

"No, you might be right... You see, my mother took her in years ago and we WERE good friends. It was her idea that we 'pretend' to be boyfriend and girlfriend. She wanted a way to fend off all the guys that were after her, or so she said. She led me to believe that there was more to our relationship and started getting more affectionate outside of school too. The thing is, we were really good friends. I just don't understand why she would betray me that way. I mean, I saw that being her boyfriend wasn't going to work out. But all she had to do was break up with me... Instead..." I rambled.

I realized suddenly I was rambling and I looked around and said, "Sorry."

"No, no, nothing to be sorry about," Simone added. "Why did you run away though? People say you ran away crying." Her words were kind of rude but the way she asked was sincere and I felt at ease answering.

"I was ANGRY. Really angry! I felt hurt and betrayed and I wanted to lash out. I ran away because I knew I could her - them BAD, and a part of me knew that she wasn't worth going to jail for."

"I see... You're a blackbelt, aren't you?" Simone asked.

"I have three, actually, in different arts. I'm working on my fourth."

"My girl, Simone, here is working on her first black belt - maybe you could give her a few pointers?" Amanda added, mischievously.

Simone blushed a little which prompted me to investigate further, "Oh, in which art?"

Simone seemed to gather herself and proclaim as if it didn't bother her one way or the other, "Jujitsu, ever heard of it?"

"Heard of it? I'm TAKING it...Wait, so you're taking classes with Sensei Levy?"

"Ha, he hates it when people call him that."

"Yeah I know but I have four senseis so I have to distinguish between them..." I trailed off realizing that everyone was silent. I thought it was because we were going off on an uninteresting tangent, but I realized they were staring behind us.

I turned right into her staring eyes.

"Mike," Delilah said nonchalantly.

I saw Johnny through the entryway waiting in line. I wanted to be the better man and just move on and treat her like a human being. Of course, the pain came back, and the anger followed with it. All I wanted to do at that moment was to be spiteful and hurt her in any way I could. I couldn't control my anger, but I could control my mouth, so I stayed silent and turned my back on her.

"Mike?" Delilah asked, almost as if she didn't understand that she did anything wrong.

I looked around at the girls and they seemed fidgety and uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry girls, something's come up..." I said, trying to keep them out of my mess.

"No!" the girls seemed to say in unison; leaving me taken aback.

"No! You stay," Amanda cooed, "SHE should go," she sneered.

I turned back around and looked at Delilah, "You should go."

She looked shocked and turned to leave, but Johnny came through the entryway at that moment and herded her back towards the group.

"Dweeb!" Johnny called. "I heard you made it to the squad."

I tried to ignore him, and Amanda surprisingly offered me a lifeline.

"So, Mike, I heard you know a lot about computers," she said as if Johnny weren't there.

"Y, Yeah, I guess so... I try to stay up on trends."

Truth be told, I often helped my clients out by building them new PCs when their system couldn't handle the workload my programs would often require. A lot of my programming had to do with mining data. I recently wrote a program for telemarketers that would filter out 80% of their leads and let them call specifically targeted demographics. I wasn't sure how well it would do, but I was beta testing it with a client whom had me build and network a whole office for him. The contract, when complete, would stand to net me 100 grand, and since I'd own the software this time, I could sell it to other similar companies.

"Yeah, he's a real geek alright," Johnny laughed.

It's funny, but it was Amanda that kept sticking up for me. She was a real passionate woman. Simone's strategy seemed to be to give them the cold shoulder. I think Simone was probably right, Johnny would have left if we didn't respond to him. Yet it felt good to be stood up for.

"If I remember correctly, wasn't it YOU that wanted to be the quarterback, Johnny? Did you even make it on the team?" she egged on.

Johnny seemed to be getting pissed.

"Yeah, I did make it on the team..."

"Oh, I saw. Junior Varsity, running back, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, well coach said, I'd qualify for varsity if someone dropped out, I'm next in line."

"But, Johnny. Doesn't it bother you... that a," she began, looking at me for help. "What was it you called him? Oh, that's right a dweeb - and geek, right? Doesn't it bother you that a geek got the quarterback position and not you?"

Johnny was on thin ice and didn't know when to shut up, Delilah tried to pull on his arm to get him to stop making a fool of himself.

"Yeah, second string quarterback, big deal."

"No, that's not right is it? He is an alternate quarterback on varsity. Kwan Kim is the JV quarterback. So not only did you not get the quarterback position for three years in a row but you were sooo bad that you didn't get alternate OR JV."

Johnny's face turned red, he wouldn't give up though and tried to stammer out some excuse, "Y, Yeah, but..."

"As far as the geek here," she quickly interrupted. "Coach didn't offer him the quarterback position because he wouldn't be here next year. So, he did think he was good enough for the job, but unfortunately he didn't even try until his senior year..."

"Fuck you Amanda, you're a whore."

That was it. It was one thing to insult and attack me but now I was pissed. I went to get up, but Simone seemed to have some sort of signal going on with her girls because she gave them a nod and they grabbed my arms and held me in place. I could have broken away from them but I wasn't about to accidentally hurt them, so I glowered at Johnny instead.

Surprisingly it was Simone that got up and walked over to Johnny.

"Johnny, I don't know what you have against women. Maybe your abusive dad beats pour mommy at home. I have no idea. Maybe you just like kicking puppies, but NO ONE calls one of MY girls a whore! Apologize, right now!"

Johnny turned more defiant and said the wrong thing, "Slut!"

Quicker than lightning it seemed, Simone's palm strike to Johnnie's nose floored him. We didn't see the blood until he was pulled back up by Delilah and one of his cronies.

"Apologize! Now!" she said, forcefully.

Finally, Johnny gained some sense and said he was sorry. Delilah looked worried about him the whole time and it turned my stomach.

The management asked us to leave after that, so we all poured out into the parking lot. Johnny and his buddies loaded up in a beat up old Datsun and took off.

"Well ladies," I nodded to the group, "Simone... Amanda. It's been a pleasure and I hope we can do this again sometime. But I gotta go, I have class."

We said our goodbyes. And I left feeling confused and hopeful.