Poop, I haven't updated in a few days. I meant to update the next day, but I got side-tracked. ANYWAYS, here's the new chapter! ENJOY! R&R or some shit! :)
Somehow, we ended up at the mall. We were sitting on the fountain's edge, looking like gothic statues, not moving or talking to one another. School had let out by the time we got there, so our school mates were there. They were staring at us per usual. "Oh my god, they look so freaky." "They look like vampires or some shit." "Hey, that one girl isn't fat anymore, she looks kinda hot." Well, to say that that caught our attention was an understatement. We all turned in the direction of the person who said it, and found Clyde Donovan and Token Black chatting and occasionally glancing at us.
"Henrietta? Dude, Clyde, are you serious? Didn't know she was your type. I thought you liked girls like Bebe." "Shut up Token, she's gotten hot, y'know? She has really nice curves, and-"Clyde looked up, and noticed our stares. He paled, and briskly walked away, leaving Token in his dust. "Hey, Clyde, what the fuck, wait!" With that, he ran after his friend. It was true what Clyde had said, Henrietta was pretty attractive now. She used to be overweight in elementary school. When I met her in ninth grade she was only chubby. Now she's fully grown into her curves, and with all the corsets and fishnet stocking she wears, she could be defined as "hot". I'd never tell her though, that would be awkward. I don't want her to know I think she can be hot; she would scrutinize me, saying I was only saying it to be "nice" if that's what you would call it.
Evan snorted loudly. "Clyde-fucking-Donovan? Mister line backer, 1.5 GPA, can't pass an Algebra test to save his life, Clyde Donovan, likes you?" He snorted again, and coughed, trying to hide his laughter. Henrietta glared at him. He wasn't calling her ugly or anything, it's just, Clyde of all people? I never thought that would happen.
"Whatever." Was her response, however, under all that pale makeup she wears, I could see the slight tint of pink. I rolled my eyes. She had confided in me some time ago that she liked the big lug. She didn't say 'liked' more like "He's the epitome of perfection, a body built like Adonis and a face like Narcissus."
Evan was shaking with silent laughter still, as I scoffed at him. I got up, "Let's go to the bookstore or some shit." and walked away. Georgie caught up with me, walking ridiculously close to me. He usually didn't do this, which made me even more concerned about what might be bothering him. His eyes kept darting around, like he was looking out for something. I was getting irritated, wanting to just drill him for information right then and there, but I couldn't embarrass him like that. I didn't want all these random fucktards around us to hear his troubles.
I shoved my hands in my pockets, gritting my teeth. This was going to be bothering me until we got to my house. We arrived at the bookstore; Georgie headed to the back, immediately searching for poetry books. I head to the upstairs section, looking for new manga to read. I saw a "Kuroshitsuji" book. Hmm, Black Butler? I thought. I grabbed it, it was the first volume. I already watched the series, but I hadn't actually read the manga. I shrugged, walking down the stairs, heading to the cashier. I paid, and sat down on a bench in front of the store. I began reading, patiently waiting for my friends to get down with their journey for books.
I was so absorbed in my book that I didn't notice Stan Marsh standing in front of me, waving his had in my face. "Aidan?" He called. I jumped, looking up at him. "Huh? Wha-Stan? What are you doing?" Fucking hell, he would show up randomly when I was hanging out with my "Goth" friends.
"I wanted to talk about that project Mr. Snyder assigned us." He sat next to me. Shit. Fucking shit, man. I forgot all about it, and this wasn't a good time at all. Evan and Henrietta still hated Stan for leaving their group however many grades ago. Dylan and Georgie were indifferent, so if I were only hanging out with them, this would be fine. However, since Evan and Henrietta were here, this was bad; I had forgotten to tell them about how I was going to have to hang around Stan. Hell, they didn't even know I talked to him period; they didn't know we sat together on the bus, or exchanged text messages every once in awhile.
I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't want to be an asshole to him, so I caved and started talking about our project. He left before the others got back, which made me sigh in relief. A few moments later, they walked out the bookstore. Evan and Henrietta looked pissed. Oh god, don't tell me they saw me talking to him. They proved my suspicions correct, as Evan asked, "Why the hell were you talking to Marsh?" in a hostile manner. I looked past them, not wanting to look at their faces, into the bookstore.
"We're partners for a project. He saw me, and decided to discuss what we should do for it." I was nervous, though I didn't show it. Shit, if they reacted like this, how the hell would they react if I told them Stan and I were something like friends?
This seemed to calm Henrietta down a bit; however Evan still looked pretty heated. "Don't get all buddy-buddy with that back-stabbing conformist." Evan sneered. I thought we were over that word. "Don't tell me who I can and can't talk to Evan, I have my own fucking mind." I bit back at him. "Just because you're emotionally scarred from shit that happened when you were in fourth grade doesn't mean that you can push that stupid grudge on me, and hinder me from having other friends."
This took him by surprise. Hell, it took them all by surprise. Evan's face was a mix of shock, hurt, and rage. He stormed off, probably heading to one of the bathrooms. Dylan pinched the bridge of his nose, following after Evan probably to calm him down. Henrietta crossed her arms, giving me a look that said I crossed the line. Georgie just took Stan's previous seat beside me, leaning on my shoulder casually.
I looked at Henrietta "Don't give me that look dammit. It's not my fault that he let that comment get to him." She shook her head, and sat on my other side. I admit, I felt guilty that I hurt his feelings, but only a little bit. I didn't regret what I had said though, because I was tired of his unnecessary hatred towards a person who didn't deserve it.
Dylan and Evan eventually came back, and then we decided to go to my house, -since my mom cooked food- because we were starving. Evan didn't look me in the eye once as we drove over to my house. When we arrived, my mom had dinner on the table, and we ate. Henrietta drove Dylan and Evan home, then went home herself after we were done, leaving only Georgie and I.
"Ma, Georgie's staying for the weekend again." I called out to my mom as Georgie helped me clean the dishes.
"Again? Well, it's fine Georgie; do you have your clothes?" I heard the worried tone in my mom's voice. She loved Georgie like her own kid, and it worried her too that he had been staying here lately.
He shook his head no. "We're gonna go swing by his place to get some." I stated, washing the last dish. As he finished up with the drying, I went and grabbed the keys to my mom's truck. We headed to the car, and drove in silence as we drove to his house. He seemed to fidget around more and more as we approached his house.
I parked in front of his house, turned the car off, and looked over at him. He was still sitting there, fidgeting, like he didn't want to go in. "All right, what the fuck Georgie." I said to him, my voice coming out angrier then I had intended.
He looked at me in surprise. "N-nothing.' He said, in that little voice of his. "Yes there is, now fucking tell me." "I just wanna hurry up and get back to your place." He whispered, looking away from me. What the hell.
"Al…..right." I said, confusion and suspicion filling me. What is going on? I got out the car, as did he, and we made our way over to his front door. It was unlocked. We walked in, and it was dark. Strange. We walked up to his room, and I sat on his bed, as he packed his bag with more clothes than necessary and a little bit too fast to not be suspicious.
Suddenly, there was banging downstairs. I looked at the door, completely confused now. "Geor-" I said, but the look on his voice pulled me up short. He looked terrified. He zipped up his bag, and grabbed my hand. He dragged me down the stairs, and almost reached the door knob to the front door, until a deep voice stopped him.
"GEORGIE, THERE YOU ARE!" the voice slurred, the person obviously drunk. Georgie froze, his body going rigid. "I've been looking for you everywhere, kiddo!" The person appeared, revealing himself to be Georgie's dad. He stumbled towards us, holding his hand out to Georgie. "We haven't done anything special in awhile." He said. The way he said special made my skin crawl.
He got closer and closer, until his hand finally touched Georgie's shoulder. He was trembling now, quaking like a fucking leaf.
His father put his face close to his ear and whispered, "Let's do something now."
FINALLY, WE KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH GEORGIE.
If you don't understand it, then, well, poop.
Oh yes, a life update, something cool happened to me!
I have a job now! I'm a part-timer, seeing as I have school and what not, but I don't believe it'll harm my updating schedule, so yeah, awesome!
xoxo,
Naida
