KH-3 High School

Nicole took a step out of the limo and waited for the otehrs. She looked at the jet.

"how does a jet land in the middle of the woods without pulling out all the trees?" Nicole asked.

 

Aaron stepped out and pulled out a keychain with a remote. He hit the remote and the trees moved aside, making a space big enough for the jet to leave and land. "I've lived here for 12 years, I've tricked out my property. I might cut down the woods one day though." He said to himself. Will stepped out, stretching and cracking his back.

 

"Not all of it is your land though, my family owns alot of it, and I've lived here my entire life, 15 years." Nicole said looking at him. Nicole was a social person, and she felt like she was socializing with will's uncle more then will.

 

Aaron shrugged. "Remember the man that bought most of the land here twelve years ago? That was me. You guys I left about an acre." He said, chuckling. Will looked at Nicole, holding his hoodie over her head. "Would you like to go inside so you don't get wet?" He asked, t-shirt already soaked through.

 

"Sure I guess." Nicole said.

"My family owns two acres here, the one we built that bed and breakfast one and the other strickly for wildlife and taht's where my tree house is." Nicole said. She shrugged it off and headed in with Will.

 

Will opened the door and let Niki in. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it into a laundry room and grabbed a long sleeve black shirt from the same room out of a dryer. He strode back in and saw two people coming into the hall from the kitchen. He had met them before, but it had been four years ago when he had first moved here. Back when his uncle was an alcoholic. A blonde man in a chef's coat strode in. "William, I heard about the fight and congratulations!" Gordon Ramsey said. Emeril looked at Will and nodded at Nicole. "This the one you fought for?" He asked. Will nodded and Emeril laughed. "Nice, now Ramsey, let's go! We gotta finish the food. AARON, GET IN HERE!" He roared. Will's uncle strode in, suit jacket off. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Cool it Emeril, just because I can do veal better than you." He grumbled. The three chefs strode off, argument still hearable from the hall.

 

"Hmm, I like Guy Fieri, he's funny and his dishes are at Fridays." Nicole shrugged.

"Wait so do they know you lost? I mean rumours began to spread about band and band rep Will losing the fight against the band rivals, the football team till we sabatoge the locker room." Nicole asked.

 

Jalen was taking Jordan out to town for a ride. "Sham, shame lil bro. You can't drive for a MONTH. No more races for a month. Wonder what will happen to your reputation," Jalen said in a cheerful tone. Jordan spoke in a low tone ssying, "They won't miss me. Besides, I'm probably just gonna give it up." Jalen replied, "Yeah well, I hope you make the right choice in the end."

 

Will smiled. "Oh no, I didn't lose. He had 12 to one. I'm considered a hero to the freshies cause I knocked all of them down at least once in one fight." He said.

 

"Freshies? I'm a freshmen!" Nicole exclaimed. She crossed her arms and looked at him kind of angry. "Plus you've been in the hospital the last month, I heard nothing amound us ""Freshies""." Nicole said.

 

Will stepped back. "Ok, a few of them visited me but they always had me on morphine! I could barely tell what was going on! I'm sorry..." He said sheepishly. He felt stupid. A freshman had came to the hospital congradulating him, then three others came. Laughter came from the kitchen when Nicole shouted.

 

"Well I'm sure you did this as a freshemn, you kiss up to the upper classes. I never have to do it knowing and being friends with older classes, but freshmen will take any chance they can get." Nicole explained.

"Now I said no more arguing, and one thing you should really work on is your attitude. Eitehr your self absurbed, stupid, or angry. You need to change that." Nicole said.

"Now come on." Nicole said wlaking in the kitchen almost getting hit by some sort of liquid. She looked at it.

"Why was I almost squirt with olive oil?" Nicole asked.

 

Ramsey looked at her and pointed at Aaron, who was spinning to bottles, squirting them into a pot. "Sorry, making veal sauce and Will is the last two. Stupid and angry." He said, tossing the bottles up, catching them, and replacing them for a knife. He diced herbs quickly, cutting a whole sprig of a spicy smelling herb in seconds. "Aaron, slow down!." Emeril said. "No, they need to mix qickly." He muttered. Will just shrugged.

 

"Ummmm yeah, so do you know Guy, he's awsome, his food is also at my favorite restaraunt." Nicole said looking over at the two chefs asking them. Dodging another squirt of olive oil.

 

Aaron shrugged. "Tried getting Guy to come but he's opening a TGI Fridays somewhere." He muttered. He clicked a few buttons on a headset he had on and the phone started ringing. "You want to meet him Nicole?" Aaron asked. Will grinned and looked at the floor. Finally someone picked up. "Guy? It's Aaron. Wanna join a party? I know about the Fridays it takes two seconds! Cut the ribbon and run! Ok, I'll make you a deal. Will's new girlfirend wants to meet you. You come I'll teach you how to make my veal sauce! Good, see you in 15." He said, tapping another button. Will's jaw dropped. "You mean your giving out your secret recipe?" He asked Aaron nodded. "For your little friend over there." He said, hot sauce almost covering Will and Nicole.

 

Nicole had little on her due to dodging them all she couldn't get hot sauce on her outfit or it'll never come out. She smiled.

"I wonder if he'll know the other recipes for Fridays and not just the ones he makes and produces for them? I'd be intersted in learning about the sesame JAck Daniel Chick Strips." Nicole said.

 

Aaron laughed. "I taught him how to season the sesame right! I showed him the combination of herbs to bring it out just right! Here's a napkin and a tide pen for your shirt." He said, handing them to her. A car could be heard outside.

 

The Jack Daniel sauce was created way back when though back in the 1800's, that's what makes it good. They barely have any sesame on it anymore, the sauce is good though. Anyways if your such a famous cook, why aren't you super rich and famous and stuff?" Nicole asked out of curiosity. It was the only time tha her freshmen curiosity shined.

 

Aaron laughed. "Will, gimmie your iphone." He said. Will handed it to him and he tapped a few keys, getting to his bank account there was almost 20 digits in the number, mostly nines. "I'm rich, but I don't like to be famous. Will's the one that stopped me from doing the fame thing. That and alcohol." He said. "Besides, most of it's healthcare money that's been building up for over three genarations. No one in the family can touch it until they're 80. Obviously Will's parents missed the cut by a long shot and I probably won't live past 40." He said.

 

~Leah continued to hold Ty's hand as she looked out the window. She had alot on her mind. She had some trouble going on at home but didnt' want to say anything, so she just smiled and kept quiet~