Daria Fanfiction - Iron Chef: "I Challenge YOU!"

We're standing in the Lawndale High Hallway with a near shot of Quinn standing in front of the lockers. She looks like she's just been told something she doesn't like but she's doing her best to cover her feelings up.

Quinn: But Sandi. I wanted to go to this dance. It the most fashionable dance of the year!

Sandi: (We pull back to show Sandi standing in front of Quinn, hands on her hips. Stacy and Tiffany stand behind her.) Quinn, as Vice president of the Fashion Club, you know how bad it would look if you would show up to the annual Fashion Club dance without an attractive date on your arm. What kind of friend would I be if I let you if I didn't protect you from such embarrassment? You would be the laughing stock of the school.

Tiffany: Yeah. Quinn.

Quinn: San-di, it's not like my toes are falling off for real. That was something my sis..., um cousin made up to get back at me for something.

Sandi: Quinn, I have to insist. As President of the Fashion Club, I have to remind you that you are required to have a date lined up for any school function at least one week in advance. (Beat.) We'll expect you to do your penitence this weekend. Come ladies. We have to go to Cashmin's to pick up our dresses and make sure we don't purchase anything that clashes with each other.

Quinn sighed as the other members of the Fashion Club turned and walked off as a group. She still didn't know what she had done to Daria or her geeky friend that made them spread rumors about her around the school. Having the three J's coming running up to her with their arms filled with ACE bandages and wraps had caused a great deal of confusion and laughter in the school halls. When one of them had blurted out that they had heard that she was dropping body parts all around the school, her classmates had run for the hills along with the four guys that she was trying to decide between for the dance. She sighed again as she turned back to her locker and opened it to retrieve her books for the first period class.

Quinn paused as she heard a sharp yell and some metal banging further up the hallway. She turned to watched Andrea, that Goth girl in Daria's class, slam the lid down on a metal trashcan, tilt it on it's side, and send it down the hallway with a swift, hard kick. Students dodged the speeding obstacle as it slowed to a halt at Quinn's feet, a low moan heard from within. Quinn looked on as the lid popped off and a male with red - orange hair fell out of the now banged up can.

Charles held his head with one hand as he tried keep his head from spinning and get his eyes to focus again. He hadn't meant to get such a reaction out of Andrea. All he had done was try out one of those guaranteed pick up lines that he had read in Maxim. He looked up to see five Quinn Morgendorffers staring down at him slowly spinning around in a circle. He knew that that wasn't right as he blinked his eyes a couple more times and shook his head slightly in an attempt to clear it. It made things worse as he closed his eyes, leaned his head against the cold school floor and tried to keep down breakfast and lunch. He was surprised that Quinn hadn't started beating on him or used that sharp wit of hers against him. He knew that Quinn, deep down past her popular outer shell, was lonely at heart. Tons of dates and shallow boyfriends did not equate to friendship.

Quinn reached down and grabbed hold of the school's self-declared Romeo. Some might have taken this as a sign of pity on the poor sap but she just wanted to get the creep off her boots. She had just gotten them and didn't want the new shoe shine to wear off just yet. With a tug and a grunt, she pulled Charles to her feet and guided him back against the lockers. He leaned there, head still held with his hands, and tilted for a bit. He finally stabilized himself after a moment and opened his eyes.

Their gazes met. Quinn looked at Charles and noticed the strong chin line, the cute dimples in his cheeks, and color of his eyes. He really wasn't that bad, just misunderstood and shy. He probably used his uncontrollable pick up lines to hide his insecurities with women. Maybe if she worked quickly enough....

The tuna surprise and bacon and egg sandwiches didn't taste as good coming up as they did going down. He knew he shouldn't have had seconds on both. He spewed like a firehose covering Quinn in the half-digested food from shoulder level down to her shoes. Quinn held out her hands and spat the gunk away from her mouth as the hallway became silent as everyone looked on. A small piece of chewed up material dripped from Quinn's elbow onto the floor. Quinn's face began to screw itself up and she began to slowly snap her hands in an attempt to dislodge the material. A chuckle begins from the bad and it slowly spreads.

Quinn: Eeewwwww!! Upchuck!

Jane: (Watching Quinn run by heading towards the showers.) I didn't think that it would have worked out this well. It was too easy to tell Upchuck to try out his new line on Andrea.

Daria: (Also watching.) When else have you known her not to react?

Jane shrugged as they walked off together.