The Change Within
Chapter Three: Long
Long. That's how the week seemed to be as each day passed by the next. Trevor was fully there during Monday and Tuesday when he gave me flirty smiles and smoldering glances almost nonstop. On Tuesday he even sat with me and Becky at lunch. Becky just had a wonderful time since Matt joined as well, and told him on numerous occasions.
Too bad for me that Becky and/or Matt never noticed Trevor practically raping my hand under the table as he moved it from place to disgusting place, poorly attempting to show off his size. I wouldn't be surprised if he took steroids to be honest, everyone knows how they can turn your junk into funk.
Fortunately, he disappeared without a trace from school on Wednesday and Thursday, leaving me with peace and quiet and only Becky at the lunch table. I was thoroughly relaxed during math class and the other subjects I had the unfortunance of sharing with him. I smiled to myself, remembering what fun I had making fun of Mrs. Mason's voice with the guy who sat next to me. We repeated stupid, mathematical phrases over and over in her messed up, pitchy voice. I had a blast for once during school and I was glad that I was sitting next to him instead of some preppy skank that would turn her nose up the moment her eyes would land on my outfit.
I was thankful that now it was Friday, but not so much that it was the morning. I was picking out what outfit to wear. I decided on an extended tee shirt/short dress with thick, horizontal stripes made up of black and white. I chose to put on dark tights underneath and then threw on my combat boots. Momentarily black Eskimo boots crossed my mind, but I didn't want to stand out too much today. Besides, I think Clarissa Hodge would die if she saw me wearing anything that resembled something from her closet. Which is also the way I decided to put on a bit lighter eye make-up, but kept the same dark lips. I then wrapped a pentagram necklace around my (still non-bitten D:) neck. I decorated my earlobes with clear studs and left my black hair edged around my face.
I walked down the creaky stairs slowly and was immediately greeted to Elliott James being blared on the local news channel and the wafting smell of my favorite breakfast – cereal with milk. Yumm...
"Morning Mom. Morning Dad," I grumbled. I was never much of a morning person, to be honest, and after Trevor Instant Messaged me last night I did not sleep all too well.
"Good morning sweetheart," my mother chimed as I sat down at the breakfast table to eat my, now soggy, Captain Crunch. I took a bite and let the berries sit in my mouth for a little while, taking in whatever sugar I could, before chomping on them and swallowing.
"Morning," I grumbled again before taking another spoonful of cereal and putting it into my mouth. A small silence followed after and all you could hear was my chewing; or at least that's all I could hear. That was until Billy Boy came running down the stairs screaming a string of unintelligible words. The sudden lack of silence was giving me a major headache along with the anxiety of Trevor's ridiculous threat.
"Shut up!" I roared at him. Billy Boy just glanced at me before rambling again at a lower vocal register.
"So Henry and I are going to Gem Way Greens and Feather Trails Road because due to our extensive research of the last three years they appear to have given out the most candy and with tomorrow being Halloween-" my ears perked up a this. I had stupidly almost forgotten that tomorrow, Saturday night, would be all hallows eve. My mood suddenly increased as Billy Boy went on without taking a breath. "-and all we figure is if you let us out at 6:30 and then we'll have twice as much candy as everyone by 8:15. That's what Henry says anyways."
Mom rolled her eyes and dad just smiled down at my geeky brother. It's moments like this that make me feel left out. They could just a happy, average family without me here and sometimes I think they think so too. Like a moment later when dad asked me, "So, what are you being this year?" He sounded like he was intrigued only because he felt he had to and he may be interested to hear what spectacle I will be this year.
"A bumblebee," I said and slurped a mushy crunch berry into my mouth.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. "Can you see your naval when you're wearing it?"
"Paul!" my mom scolded him and I just rolled my eyes. I love my parents and all, but heaven forbid if any of the neighbors' kids saw my belly button piercing. Last year my dad had a fit about the subject and it took twenty minutes of Mom and Becky talking him down before I could go out.
"No dad," I responded in a monotone voice before getting up and dumping my leftover breakfast in the sink before grabbing my Hello Batty collector's backpack.
"Good luck, sweetie," my mother called as I pushed by Billy Boy and exited the front door. I leapt into Sandy and gave Becky (and Sandy) my general morning groans that were classified as my daily greeting. I didn't think too much on what my mother said that day and I had pushed it away as soon as I heard my favorite Alice Cooper song on the car's radio. But with what was to come, now I realize that I needed it... badly.
-x-
"Have you seen Trevor?"
"Did you see Trevor's outfit?"
"Gay!"
"Who is he trying to impress, Raven?"
"Maybe he's rebelling."
"Against Maybelline? I don't think so."
"He looks like a poor rendition of Pete Wentz.
"He looks cuter now."
"Only because he has buckets of money."
These statements have been floating around school all morning and I couldn't help but feel anxious whenever Trevor might turn around the corner. I have not seen him since the weekend and I could not imagine what he has changed that has caused this much gossip. But then again, it's Dullsville and not much happens here anyways. The only problem I had with it was when I didn't see him in third period and I was getting kind of pissy.
Now it's after fifth period and I was scoping the halls for him and his recent make-over. As I was walking down the nearly deserted hall I finally found him by his locker. I stomped towards him, my combat boots making a loud clatter as I marched towards the slightly new and improved look of my life-long nemesis.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked, poking him in his masculine back with each syllable. The tight, black material rippling with each time my finger set upon it.
He turned around, revealing his symmetrical face covered with heavy, black make-up around his electrifying green eyes and a dark gray color coating his puffy lips. His hair went from being floppy and blonde to spiky with black highlights practically overnight.
"The guy who's going to steal your heart," Trevor said giving me a coy smile, showing two pointy canines.
Oh shit.
"W-What are those?" I asked, backing up a bit, as I referred to his over-sized front teeth.
"Oh these?" he asked smiling even wider and stepping closer, obviously liking the advantage he has so far. "You like them? I made sure I could get these to... sink in that what I feel for you is real." Then before I could protest or even respond he moved his head to my neck and scraped the enlarged teeth along my pulsing vein. My eyes rolled back a little in my head at the pressure and coolness that the teeth caused along my neck. I was enjoying the effect it had on me too much for my own good.
A second later the pressure disappeared all together and I opened my eyes to see an incredibly smug looking Trevor standing before me. My eyes widened as I saw a small group of oglers nearby and nearly freaked out when I noticed one of them was the nasal monster herself, Mrs. Mason. No way in hell was I getting out of this one.
So, to prove a point before going to my next class, I stepped on his toes and leaned into him so my dark mouth was right next to his freshly pierced ear.
"Trevor Mitchell, you listen to me and you listen to me now. There is no way in hell that I am ever going to let you, out of anyone, steal my heart and even if there was some deluded alternative universe where such a thing would happen I would never trust you to hold such a valuable item," I whispered hard into his ear. "And don't think you have the upper hand in this situation because of your arousing, pointy teeth and new poser image because I have my own ways of sexual harassment."
With that I stepped down and turned to walk away.
"Arousing, huh?" he asked soon after my back was turned to him. I stiffened at the word. What would possess me to say such a powerful word out loud, especially to describe any aspect of Trevor?
"Yeah, it's in my vocabulary. If you're too much of a Neanderthal to know what it means, look it up," I said with as much attitude as I could muster without facing him.
Within a second, two arms wrapped around my waist and a heated body pressed against my backside. I knew it was Trevor, but my suspicions were confirmed when his lips pressed against my left ear and he said huskily, "Oh, I know what arousing means. It's one of my most valued words."
"Probably because you haven't ever been able to apply it to any living being," I retorted and dug the heel of my combat boot into his high top, converse toe.
He gritted his teeth next to my ear and I could hear his teeth nash together. Being this close to Trevor was more than I could bear. I had to get away from him as soon as I could, so when the school bell rang and all onlookers scattered to their classes, I knew I was a goner.
"Trevor., let go of me," I commanded and dug my heel into him harder. He let out a groan of pain and I knew I had to get out of there as soon as possible, no matter what. "Trevor. Fucking let go of me this instant."
He actually let go of me, but only with one hand. Then he put the other one tightly onto my own hand. I noticed that his fingers looked slightly pale compared to the black nail polish that now sat on his fingernails, such as mine.
"Trevor..." I said in a warning tone while looking at him. His face had this bad boy, menacing look to it while his body language and electrifying eyes gave his actual emotion – he was thoroughly enjoying my displeasure. "I will scream rape at the top of my lungs."
He gripped my hand tighter, as if to challenge me. Trevor should know by now that I don't take these things lightly. That stupid son of a bitch is going to be sorry once I'm done with him. Never will he under estimate me again.
-x-
"So... can you please tell me how this happened again - from the top," the school guidance counselor asked me for the third time in the last twenty minutes. I nodded and sniffled again for the fourth time in two minutes.
"I-I was just minding my own business and walking to sixth period when Trevor stopped me and pulled me to his locker. He started talk- talking about how we should skip rest of our classes and go back to his place. I-I told him no like so many times before," here is where I let out a a dramatically huge sob, "but I guess he wouldn't take it for an answer again."
"Oh sweetie, here's a tissue," Mr. Fitz said apologetically as he handed me a pink tissue from the box on his desk.
"T-Thank you so much," I sobbed into the Kleenex, "you don't know how stressful this is for me."
"But I do," Mr. Fitz commented before urging me to go on after I was ready.
I let out a shaky breath before continuing, "I-I told him to let go and to leave me alone. And that even though I may have skipped before I had a test today in my next period, but he resisted my wants to stay here. So when I tried to get away he- he took matters into his own hands. (Insert strangled sob.) He tried to shake my shirt off, b-but when it didn't work to his advantage he went for the crotch of my leggings. I-I never felt so violated a-and threatened in my life. I thought school was safe; a place where I can learn and grow as an individual. But now-" I broke off with a completely blown up sob.
Mr. Fitz gasped. "Oh Raven, of course it is. If you were anywhere else Trevor could have done much worse. It was heaven sent that you were here at the time. Only Lord knows what could have possibly happened if Mr. Woodcock didn't have his classroom door wide open."
I began to fake sob even harder at the thought. Poor Mr. Fitz was buying everything I was throwing at him. I can only hope Mrs. Knight would handle Trevor accordingly. I also hoped she could hear my sobs through the walls between the guidance rooms we were separated by; it would make it harder for Trevor to sound credible and would hopefully discourage Mrs. Knight from believing whatever story he was spewing.
"I-I think that's all I have to say Mr. Fitz. I'm sorry (sniffles) but this has been so traumatic and (voice cracks) I'm just glad I have someone here for me (begin to sob again)," I said before grabbing another tissue and sobbing into it.
"Oh honey, I'll call your parents and have them pick you up," Mr. Fitz said, reaching for the cheap, off-white phone.
"Oh please don't tell them," I sobbed. "I'll finish school today, just p-please let me tell them. I'm their only daughter a-and I think they should hear it from me first."
"Raven, I have to tell them anyways, but I'll give you a day for your sake. I'll even pray for you tonight," Mr. Fitz promised before giving me a written pass to my seventh period class.
I thanked him before taking it and entering the hall. It looked like Trevor was still talking to Mrs. Knight with the halls being this deserted. I walked into the nearest bathroom and reapplied my make-up after washing away the old as to make sure no one suspected a thing.
I took a deep breath and tried to smile as best as I could, but something – or rather someone – has caused it to deflate. Was it about Trevor? It- It couldn't be. Especially since he did have power over me and I think that's the definition of rape, anyways. What I did to Trevor could seriously get him into trouble and go on his permanent record. Plus, he could get expelled. But wait- wouldn't that be exciting for me? That means no more Trevor – ever (heh heh, that rhymed). Who wouldn't want that? It would be as joyous as Christmas day when he was out of my hair for good. But... why did my stomach drop when the thought came to mind?
"Because you care about him," that annoying voice in my head sang out to me.
I shook my head. The day I started caring for Trevor Mitchell would be the day he wears skinny jeans. But wait... I take that back. I will never, ever have positive feelings for Trevor, even if it kills me. This will be my new mantra for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, as I will soon find out, somethings are easier said then done, especially when I walked out of the bathroom to come face to face with Trevor Mitchell for the second time in one day. I gulped hard as he came strutting towards me with the fluid movements and the most pissed off look spread across his face and body; stiffening every one of his muscles. This was not good at all and neither was the conversation that was soon about to take place. Mom, if you're reading this – I love you (...and dad too).
