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Chapter 4
Monday...
Stokley sat in Mr. Tate's class, watching the clock, waiting for the lunch bell to ring. She had already listened to Tate's historical ramblings for that last forty-five minutes. She wasn't sure if she could take another six minutes or not. She needed a cigarette. Badly. She was all out. For once she was hoping Zeke would stop by, just in case he had those sweet New Ports in his pocket.
Brrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnngggg!
"It's about fucking time." she mumbled under her breath. She pushed her way out of the class and made her way towards her locker. She twisted her combonation into her lock and banged the door twice and it swung open. "Piece of shit school." she mumbled again. She shoved in her history book and pulled out her English Lit. one.
"Hey Stokes!"
She gasped, almost yelpping, and dropped her book on the ground. She looked behind her as she bent down to pick it back up. It was Casey. "Jesus Christ, Case."
"Oh. Sorry. So what's up?"
"Not much. As usual. Anything with you?"
"Not really."
She gave him a nod in response as she stowed her book away in her bag. "So. You ready to go out to the field?" he asked earnestly. She thought about it and she closed her locker. She didn't ave any where else to go. Why would he ask? "Yea, I'm ready."
"Cool," he said.
"You seem happy today. Did your dad die or something?" She knew it was a cruel comment, but she also knew the relashonship Casey had with his father, and she knew he wouldn't mind. He actually chuckled in amusement.
"Naw." he said smirking. "But they are away for the week. And the weekend."
"Sweet deal." she said. As they walked out of the building, she almost swore she saw a piece of plaster fall from the ceiling, and smiled to herself. It was October, and graduation was at the end of May. She decided six months wasn't close enough.
"Yea," Casey said, continuing the conversation. You wanna come over Friday night? To hang out?"
"Sure." It wouldn't be the first time she'd gone to his house while his parents were away. She actually enjoyed it. They rented bad movies, and complained about how much they hated Antonio Bendares, while they ate popcorn and raided the liquor cabinet.
"Cool. What do you wanna rent?"
"I could see 'American Werewolf in London' again," she stated.
"Yea, classic."
They walked through the squeaky gate to the field and ran to the bleachers trying not to get hit by the sprinklers. They took their usual seats at the very top of the bleachers, Casey sitting up, eating his lunch, Stokley laying down a step below him. She rested her head against her back pack, thankful that they could escape like this, for however short a time it was. High school was a bitch, and everybody knew it.
"So, is Zeke here today?" Stokley asked before she could stop herself.
"I don't know" Casey replied. "I haven't seen him. Why?"
"Cuz I really need a cigarette. Tate got on my last nerves today."
"Huh." he said, sipping the fruit punch out of the box. "Haven't seen him." he repeated.
"Damn."
They sat in silence for a second as Stokley thought about Zeke. There was something about Zeke that suddenly interested her. She wasnt sure what it was, but... it was kinda funny. She remembered one Saturday afternoon, as the music store down town, she heard a group of girls laughing. She'd looked up and saw one of them explaining her wild night with Zeke Tyler to her friends. Stokley had thought it was funny at the time, but now she was taking it into consideration. What was Zeke Tyler like in bed? Because whatever he did, nobody she'd ever heard of had ever complained. Then she wonderd if he ever had a secret thing with Delilah. It could be possible. He was the school's play boy, and let's face it here, she was the school slut. Anything could be possible when it was a secret. Suddenly she realized something...
"Hey Casey?"
He looked down at her. "What?"
"Have you seen Delilah latley?"
For a second she though time froze, because Casey seemed to stop moving. And breathing.
"Casey?" No answer. Just a blank stare. "Casey?"
He finally started moving again. Which was good, because she was starting to get freaked out. "Uhh, no. I haven't seen her."
"Are you ok?"
"Yea, I'm fine."
"Is everything alright? Cuz you seemed a little---"
"No, no. I'm fine, really."
Yea, he was a really bad liar. Whatever it was she figured she'd be able to dig it up Friday night when he was drunk. It was an evil plan, she knew it would work. When Casey was drunk, he basically assumed everyone was a priest, and he confessed everything. She smiled at the thought of what else he might fess up to. She tried not to laugh as she remembered the time Casey told her about when his parents walked in on him, "doin the nasty thing," as he unintentionally called it. Suddenly her memory vanished as soon as Casey started talking again.
"Today's your lucky day, Stokes."
She was confused. "Why is that?"
"Cuz here comes Zeke," he said. She looked over and saw him, then she sat up and watched him walk over. "And he's smoking." he finished up.
Oh praise the Lord! Stokley thought. He jogged up the bleachers and sat down a step from Stokley. "Oh, Zeke, you're a God!" she said grinning.
He looked at Casey confused. "She's in dire need of a cigarette," Casey explain sarcastically. "It's a life or death situation."
Zeke raised his eye brows and stuffed a hand into his pocket. "Alright, smoke it up." he said throwing the pack at her. She smiled with glee as she lit it. Then she realized they were both staring at her. She was baffled by her own behavior. Now Zeke probably thought she was some kind of cigarette fiend, that she lived to smoke. But at the moment she didn't care.
"So how've you guys been?" Zeke asked. That was a weird question for him.
"Fine." Casey replied.
"Stokley?" Zeke further nquired.
She fell back against the bleacher, with the cigarette in her hand. "Just dandy," she replied.
