Disclaimer: Th1rteen r3asons why and Vm are not mine, I just like playing on Rob Thomas' and Jay Asher's playground.
A/N: Sorry this took kinda long to update, I was having trouble who should be next and why, I got the next chapter planned out. But ugh, no clue whose gunna be after this person.ReadandReview
When my breathing finally goes from erratic to normal again, I reach out toward the boom box. The spindles had stopped spinning minutes ago, leaving the tape sitting idly inside the stereo. I pressed the eject button and removed the cassette from the tape deck, with a sweaty hand. I shoved the tape roughly into my newly acquired jeans pocket, as I got off my bed. I walked around my room toward my desk, and pulling my laptop case off of it. I grabbed all the tapes and shoved them into a pocket in the shoulder bag. I bit my lip and then stuffed the map inside as well. I placed the shoe box under my bed, and then looked around my room making sure I left nothing out of my bag. I smiled to myself wearily before I opened my door. I rolled my eyes and glared at Ryan who was now in a pile at my feet.
"Did you hear anything good?" I asked, my words coming out harsher than I had expected.
"No, it was all muffled."
"Good, now where's your walkman?"
He laughed at me.
"You are so not borrowing my C.D. Player."
"You can't be serious."
"Yeah, dead serious."
I flinched at the word dead, and then composed myself before I had the chance to crumple.
"No, I meant you being serious about you thinking a C.D. Player and walkman is the same thing."
"Aren't they?"
"No, I want the cassette one."
"Psh, that hunk of junk? You can keep it for all I care, it's in my closet."
I smiled satisfied, and stepped over Ryan, who had not yet gotten off the floor yet. I walked into his room and opened his closed, where half of his stuff fell to the floor.
I sighed peering inside, and he appeared behind me.
"Top Shelf." He said glaring at me.
I stood up on my tip toes, and grabbed it and began walking out.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"What's in your bag?"
"Stuff."
"When will you be home?"
"Later."
I walked out my front door, and out into my street. I contemplated getting my keys and driving around Neptune, but what was the fun in that? Ha, fun wrong word. I popped open the walkman and took the tape from my pocket, and inserted it in the walkman.
The tape started just with static crackling, in my ears. I heard breathing faintly as the static slowly droned out.
"Hey, Glad to hear you again. Wait, Wait, Wait that's what your suppose to say."
Cassidy laughed, he hardly laughed. It sounded fake, he only really ever chuckled.
"Anyways, Hello all. Welcome back. Thanks for sticking around for this part.
Why did you stick around anyway? Hmm? Waiting for you name perhaps. Are you holding your breathe to see if your name is on this side. To see if your my number two? Or maybe your Carrie, Hey Carrie how's life now that you've heard your tale? Don't answer that Carrie, it was a rhetorical question; plus I'm to dead to hear your answer anyways. Are you listening to see whose next Carrie? To see if what they did to me was worse that what you did? Trying to find redemption somehow?
Well, sorry to disappoint you all, but redemption is to far gone for all of us, you, me, everyone else on these tapes. "
I let out a shaky breathe, and bit my lip out of nervousness.
"Ooh, did I ramble on a bit? Does my rambling both you? Oh man I should have wrote a book, The ramblings of Beaver the Killer. Oh, did you catch that? No no don't rewind. Did any of you catch that?"
I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. What was he trying to do? Torture us all, try to drive us all insane. Could he just tell us? No, that would be to easy and when was anything ever easy when Cassidy was involved.
"Well in case you missed it. I said Beaver."
He dragged out each syllable, trying to make the word longer than it was.
"Cassidy? No, no. I said Beaver. B-E-A-V-E-R. Beaver. Ha, sounded like I was in a spelling bee didn't I. Well, well let's see who lucky number two is. The person who truly brought them upon themselves.
Buckle up Logan, your next."
I let out a breathe, I wasn't sure it if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of fear. What number would I be? I slowed my walking pace and sat on a nearby bench, who knows how horrible this will get; I just need a breather.
Cassidy cleared his throat.
"Logan Echolls, the prince of dear ole Neptune. Duncan was always the king, Lilly the Queen, of course, Veronica the princess, Dick, Madison, Shelley, Casey, Sean, Luke, the royal quart. What was I? The court jester. I was there to entertain you Logan, as if I were you puppet. "
Don't worry Cassidy, I wasn't even the court jester, I should have been in the royal court like you should have been to; but I was the maid, the girl licking dirt off the feet of the royals.
"First Logan, no this is no joke, no you didn't drink to much tequila, it's all real buddy."
Cassidy snorted.
"Buddy, ha. Back to the point, If you think I'm overreacting your wrong. 'But Beaver come on it was just a joke, it never hurt anyone.' Wrong. Come on, it was just a nickname right? No need to lose my cool, right Logan? It's just something that you said and it just stuck, or maybe it didn't just stick. Are you catching my drift yet Logan, are you cringing? Do you want to stop listening yet? Well you can stop if you want, if you want all the tapes out, and I doubt you will be the most loved person in Neptune if that happens. Anyways who would have thought a nickname would bother people this much? I don't think it bothered anyone. Anyone except me."His voice cut off in nearly a hiss, I could nearly hear the venom dripping off all his words. Chills ran down my spine, and I self consciously wrapped my arms around myself. I had always noticed that way, Cassidy never really looked comfortable around Logan, but figured it was some weird guy bonding thing shows me how much I know.
I hit the pause button before Cassidy's voice could come through my ears. I yanked the earphones to around my neck and looked around. A couple walked across the street, smiling, laughing not having a care in the world. They must be new to Neptune, or just plain oblivious. I got up and slung my bag over my shoulder, and pulled my jacket closer around my body even though the sun was beating down on me, I felt cool.
I rounded the corner and pulled the earphones back over my ears, and pressed play.