2Recap: Rhea Bunker dressed up as her twin brother, Seth Bunker. Spencer McLovin dressed up as a girl named Rita Blake. Both of their reasons are unknown. They sit next to each other in their first period class.
During lunchtime, Rhea went back to her dorm room, walking to the mini fridge on a quest for a can of Sprite. With her amazing luck, it sprayed everywhere and she was completely soaked. As she started to clean up the tiled floor of her room, she heard the lock click and a boy walked through the door. "Hey," he said. It was Rhea's roommate, Cooper Stark, and half the reason why she was dressed as boy. Cooper was in her math class even though he was a year older (he wasn't book smart) and although he never noticed her, she still liked him judging by her observations. She never told of her crush to her brother, and her brother never met Cooper, but when he showed her his rooming form, she almost jumped for joy.
"Need help?" Cooper asked and without waiting for an answer, grabbed some paper towels. That sure was nice of him, don't you think?
"Thank you," she ejected at an uneasy volume.
"Sure. Take off your clothes."
"What!?"
"You, uh, need to wash it or it'll get gross. God, did you think I wanted to rape you?" He snickered teasingly.
"Oh, well I'll just go change in the bathroom," she said as they finished cleaning up.
"Ok, good luck with that, little girl," he teased, making her jump as she reached the bathroom door.
Spencer also went to his dorm room but unlike Rhea, Spencer hated his roommate.
"Shut the fuck up already, I don't care about your feminist shit!" Spencer screamed in his normal voice as he hurled the pillow that had been covering his ears at his roommate.
"Well, sooooooorry for trying to make you more ready when guys want to take advantage of you." He gawked at her in bewilderment. What the fuck was wrong with this chick?
Spencer thanked God that his roommate, Ginger Agy Young was too wrapped up in her feminist crap to think about his voice.
Spencer had kind of dazed off but was awaken by a loud smack and a searing pain.
"Oh, crap," he said slowly at the realization of being slapped. After running into the bathroom and stopping just a bit too suddenly, he performed a beautiful face flop on the tiled floor, locking the door and looking in the mirror. There were little bumps resembling poison ivy in the shape of an evil feminine hand. Which leads me to why he is here and dressed like a girl but before I tell you, I have to point this out: his parents have some kind of clouded judgment. Spencer had had this condition for a while-whenever a girl touched him he would break out in a rash, and his parents decided it would be a good idea to make him hang round girls as much as possible to help him overcome his illness. You see my point. So they made the arrangements and here he was a transvestite—fun!
Someone grabbed Rhea's shoulder and pushed a piece of paper in her face just as she was going back to the dorm rooms at the end of the day.
"I forgot to give this to you before; you have to fill it out, and remember, it's mandatory." Rhea looked up at her homeroom teacher.
"Thanks. Bye." She smiled and left. While reading the paper, she started to walk. Apparently they had to do a sport and she had to fill out the form indicating which one she wanted to do. Having buried her face into the paper, thinking over the options, she smacked straight into the corner of a wall as she turned. Stumbling backwards a few steps, she felt someone's hands on her back trying to steady her. The effort was futile, and the both fell to the dirty hallway floor. The other party, annoyed, screamed.
Rhea had not managed to roll off, and she couldn't see her almost-saviour because her back was to them.
"I'm sorry. Are you ok?" The idiot had still not gotten off.
"I'm fine; just get the hell off me."
"Oh, right, I'm sorry." She got up and offered a helping hand. The girl, who she recognized as Rita, took it.
"Thank you," Spencer said brushing off his uniform. Although Rhea was tall for a girl she still had to tilt her head up a little to meet Spencer's eye Rhea was just thinking about his long black hair (so pretty) and how she wished she had her long brown hair back when Spencer said,
"Why are you starin'—Hey, you got that form too?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I don't know what I'm going to choose, yet but I was thinking football." That was her brother's favourite sport.
"What? That's not offered on my list."
"Well that's weird." They both took a closer look at their sheets. Spencer's said "Girls' sports form" and Rhea's said "Boys' sports form."
"Dammit, I'm going to talk to the coach abo—Oh…crap."
"What?"
"If I go to the coach I'll be agreeing with my crazed roommate."
"Why is she crazy?"
"She's a…feminist."
"Oh," Rhea said sadly. She knew how feminists could be, her mother for example, and she shuddered in pity.
"Oh screw it, I'll just ask if I can be on the team during try outs. Can you tell me when they are?"
"Um, yeah, sure."
"Ok, thanks. Bye."