A/N: Goodbye Two Of A Kind and hello Into The Mind Of Everyone Else! Enjoy!
Chapter 4:
"Ace, I don't want your sleazy friends in my house!" I demanded, but Ace just rolled his eyes.
"They're not sleazy... well most of 'em anyway." Ace said with a shrug, lamely defending his obscene comrades.
"I'm telling mom!" I said, darting toward the phone. Ace and I lunged, and I picked up the receiver. But as soon as I dialed he held down the hang up.
"Don't tell your slut of a mother, you know how she is!" Ace whined. I glared at him intensely. My mother was not a slut!
"Your lack of charm forces me to call her, dogface." I said, smacking his hand away.
"Come on Kitty Kat don't be such a pussy... ha ha, get it?" He remarked with a smirk. I simply rolled my eyes.
"You're special Ace, REAL special..." I commented.
"You can bring one of your slutty friends..." Ace negotiated.
"And have Eyeball grope her upside down and sideways, no thank you..." I snarled.
"You know what... I should just invite the whole damn school. It could be a 'Ha Kitty's a Whore' party." Ace smiled.
"Go ahead Ace, and while you're at it, we can recite some lovely Kitty the whore poetry!" I yelled, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"That was so this afternoon Kitty Kat..." Ace said with a roll of his eyes.
"So you saw what was written in the bathroom?" I asked meekly.
"Of course, who hasn't seen it?" Ace said, sipping a bottle of beer.
"Thank you Ace, I feel so much better!" I screamed, slamming my hands down on the table.
"What do you care what some guy writes about you? He's probably just all bent out of shape because now he's got no one to service him in the Drive-In." Ace said, joining me at the table.
"Well yeah, but this little memo happens to be true." I said with a sigh.
"So what?" Ace shrugged. "You think there are lies written about me on your bathroom walls? I know what's there and I know who wrote them. If you stop believing you're a whore, you'll stop acting like one, and then they'd have to find another floozy to write about." Ace said.
I seemed to be thinking over his unusually reasonable words for a moment, when he passed me a bottle of beer. I smiled and took a sip.
"See Kitty Kat... it's not that hard..." Ace said with a smile. "Now go change, because you look like shit..." He said quickly.
"Thanks Ace..." I said, half-sarcastically, half-genuine, as I got up from my seat.
"Don't get used to it... Hey Kitty Kat..." He called and I turned to face him, with my beer in hand.
"Yes?"
"You know, Eyeball's really fond of you and-"
"ARGH! Forget it! I'm not going out with your loser friend!" I huffed.
"I'm not saying go out with him, maybe you could just bang him a few times or something..." Ace said with a smile as I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs. "Just trying to help the team!" Ace called up to me, as I slammed my bedroom door.
I put on a powder blue skirt, that ended, mid-thigh. My white blouse was short sleeved and I slipped on some white heels to match. My chocolate curls hung loosely, tousled about in a way that said "I tried not to make my hair look like I tried too hard to get that perfect, reckless look".
As soon as my face was painted to perfection with make-up, I darted down the steps. All of Castle Rock, or most of it anyway, was in my house! Damn, I must spend a long time getting ready! I looked at the living room clock, only an hour and a half...
I found Ace, leaning against some floozy redhead, and pulled him aside carelessly.
"Ace..." I whispered, trying to stay calm. "When I said, invite all of Castle Rock... I didn't mean literally!" I whispered fiercely.
"Hey, I just invited Eyeball..." He shrugged. "Go ask him while the whole twelfth grade and some of the eleventh is here..."
"Eleventh? Ugh." Underclassmen were so not my thing. "I'm going to kill Eyeball..." I said through clenched teeth.
"Go easy on him. If you break his dick, how will I convince girls that dates are much 'safer' in groups?" Ace whined. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me.
I charged into the living room, where I found Eyeball, laughing away with a beer in hand. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to a secluded corner. He was just inches away from my face and the smell of way too much liquor made my nose scrunch.
"Alright Kitty... I knew you come around eventually..." He said, puckering his sour lips.
"Get a grip." I hissed.
"You got it!" Eyeball said, cupping my breast. I screeched and smacked his hand away.
"Eyeball, did you think it wise to bring all of Castle Rock here?"
"I didn't tell everyone to come here. I brought the Cobras, and Chris tagged along with a lot of people... talk to him..." Eyeball said.
"Ugh, no thank you." I snarled. I knew it was that stupid Chambers' kid. Isn't that just like third class too? To bring uninvited guests to someone else's home.
"So... what'll it take for you to meet me on a more personal level?" Eyeball suggested seductively. Intrigue struck my mind, but one good memory of this one's family made me want to puke.
"Get lost." I told him, as I rolled my eyes. I left Eyeball with a smirk on his face and pushed pass a never-ending sea of classmates to the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of beer and shuffled to find a not so crowded area. As I made my way to the front door, the door swung open.
A cigarette was flicked to the ground just before he looked up. As I glanced into the familiar doe eyes of Gordie Lachance, they sank into his head. A cackling rang in my ears as he entered. Coming up behind him, clutching onto his arm like life support, was Rue.
"Kitty! Good plan to throw a party! This town has been dead!" She bellowed, engulfing me into a hug, as Gordie fidgeted awkwardly.
"Uh, yeah, well you know me, always thinking of a way to have fun..." I said and she laughed annoyingly.
"So true... anyway, good news... Gordie and I are back together! Isn't that the most?" She giggled.
"Oh it's the most alright," I said glaring at Gordie. He looked down in shame, and it was then that I figured his best friend Chris, probably mentioned my break down in the Boy's Lavatory today. "Rusie can I bum a cigarette?" I asked, trying not to look at Gordie.
"Sure, sure, anything for you Kitty!" She said cheerfully, and handed me a cigarette.
"Thanks." I said, pushing past Gordie to the front yard. Beside me, two people were puking in the bushes, while another person was passed out on my lawn. Groups of other people had beer fights and were drenched in the vile drink.
"Yuck," I muttered and sat down on my step. "Fuck Oregon, where's the fire?" I said to myself. When a flame sputtered beside me. Holding a lit match, with a cigarette hanging from his lip, Chris Chambers sat next to me. I lit my cigarette hesitantly wondering where his dirty hands had been.
"So, you invited the whole school to my house?" I asked, containing my anger. Chris shook his head and puffed on his cigarette.
"I invited Gordie, Vern, and Teddy. Teddy brought Pauline... She invited... everyone else..." he muttered in a weak voice.
"God I hate her." I boasted.
"Welcome to the club." He said absent-mindedly.
"There's a club?" I asked with a smile. Wouldn't that be great? A whole I HATE PAULINE CLUB! That would be amazing. Chris seemed a little taken aback that I continued conversation.
"Actually there is... I'm currently president." He said, in a voice a little louder than usual, but not much.
"Who else is in this club?" I asked, taking a drag of my cigarette. Chris looked around.
"Me..." He said finally, and I smiled. Aw, poor boy made a funny... how quaint.
"Some club." I said, returning my attention to my cigarette, deciding that he wasn't very interesting.
"So, how are you feeling?" He asked considerately.
"Okay. I'd be better if people weren't puking on my rose bushes, but I can never seem to have EVERYTHING..." I said, and Chris laughed a whispery laugh.
My head turned in his direction quickly as my eyes widened. I was a little taken aback with his laugher, and suddenly I felt naked in a room full of people who hate me, in other words... everyone.
"Sorry about your... GAG " said a tired looking senior, just before he retched all over my Sunday shoes.
"Ugh! You're disgusting!" I shrieked as he barfed away. I whined and screamed in agony. "You just ruined my good Sunday shoes! What am I going to wear for church now?" I asked, steam filling my head.
"You go to church?" My barfing buddy bellowed just before he retched again. I could hear Chris' laugh echo in my ears and I shot him a dirty glance. He quickly stopped and coughed with a smirk.
"You dipshit!" I said, pushing him from me and slipping off my heels.
"They're only shoes..." Chris muttered.
"Excuse me?!? These happen to be one of a kind, custom made Sunday church shoes. Did you see the lacey toe? I can never replace them! They're ruined!" I screeched.
"Come on, come on..." Chris said, putting out his cigarette and picking up my heels.
Before I could protest he was lost in the sea inside my house.
A/N: Sorry that took so long to update, but I couldn't update until Lou and Jess updated. I hope you like it. God, how I've missed you at fanfiction!!!!!! You guys rock my world! Mwahz! Not to mention my computer is a loser-head! –Sophie the Pimp