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Lost In Conversation Chapter 4: The Confrontation part 2 (Timmy's POV)
The day rushed by fast, leaving me in a daze by the time the final bell had rung. A large beeping sound was heard and an all too happy voice came on.
"Get home safely students! Hope you've had a WONDERFUL Valentine's day! Have a great afternoon and I'll see you tomorrow! WHEE!" The intercom beeped off and Crocker shrieked; "Class dismissed!"
As always, the children herded out the classroom like cattle let loose. But today, I wasn't one of them. I sat there not looking at anything particular... until the crotch of a demented teacher came into view. Ugh... I can see why he doesn't have a girlfriend... it barely made a dent in those pants...
My eyes rolled up to meet the black daggers sticking out of black rimmed glasses. If looks could kill, I'd have gladly let Crocker stare at me until I was a puddle of blood. But since that wasn't the case, I was slightly annoyed.
"Well?" He started.
"What?"
"Don't you have a... home? Or place to go to... or some (he made the quotations fingers sign) 'hip teen hangout to go hang wit yo homies?"
"Bleh."
"Or maybe hang with your... FAIRY GODPARENTS!"
I made it out before he had done his 'twitch' thing. It was really getting... old. Everything was.
Crocker's rants... Vicky's torment... Cosmo's idiocy... Wanda's nagging... Trixie's cold shoulder... and Tootie's...
"Tootie." The name left a sour taste on my tongue as it slipped through my lips...
Crunch
Crumbled pieces of tissue paper stuck to my shoe. Candy boxes were kicked down the hall, courtesy of my two feet. Ribbons, confetti, torn envelopes, candy wrappings, and rose petals littered the halls. The janitor swept away, emptying dust pans full of the offensive litter into large trash cans. Good. It belonged in the trash... ALL of it! None of it measured up to what I had had for Trixie... it was so perfect...
Turning down the hall, I'd realized what I done but couldn't turn back. Around the corner, awaited a long hallway full of chattering children. Many had witnessed what happened and word traveled around school faster than a boy band can take their shirts off. Someone must have caught sight of me because soon the entire hallway fell silent and all eyes fell on me. Guess it's hard not to notice the kid with bucked-teeth and a silly pink hat who got dissed by Trixie that morning. Damn.
I slowly drew in a deep breath and proceeded down the hallway into the all too familiar Walk of Whispers. This ceremony occurred every so often to some poor sap- most of the time myself- who has had some form of shame or humiliation placed on him earlier that day. As he is walking out the school building, he is greeted by the giggles and whispers of silly schoolgirls and the jeers and bold whistles of rowdy schoolboys. Then, there are always the accusing eyes and the great feeling of disdain. This ritual has broken some and caused them to turn away and wait until everyone has gone before walking home or catching the late bus.
As for me, I was so used to it that it all bounced off me.
I exited the double doors and barely noticed Cosmo and Wanda poofing up beside me. I could feel Wanda's concerned gaze on me, but I couldn't meet her eyes directly.
"Timmy... are you okay sweetie?"
"As if! Didn't you see what happened? He was just totally utterly HUMILIATED! Boy, Tootie sure did a number you this time..."
"Cosmo..."
"I mean, the girl's a natural at causing you misery. Ha, Ha! Just like Vicky! You know, I wouldn't be surprised if"-
A large smack was heard and Cosmo was suddenly chewing on a ridiculously large gumball.
I muttered a "thanks" to Wanda and began the long walk home.
"TIMMY!"
The familiar high-pitched voice stopped me and my tracks. My fairies were gone instantly and I slowly turned around. As she neared me, I stood my ground and put on the most malicious look my ten year old facial features could muster. As expected, she didn't notice.
She stopped in front of me panting, "Finally! I've been looking for you ALL FREAKIN DAY! It's like you would disappear every time I came around!"
Which was the point... I thought bitterly.
She gave me one of those goofy interrogative looks and glanced at my newly gleaming watches on my wrists. One pink and the other green. Two pairs of eyes stared up at her.
"Oh... duh! Of course! You used your fairies!"
"What was your first clue?" I muttered under my breath.
She gave a squeal of delight and started to rummage through her backpack. I took my eyes off of her for just a second and saw students pointing as they passed us slowly. Some had stopped completely and before I knew it, a circle was formed around us.
"Here it is!" She handed me a flat pink box that had a white ribbon tied around it. The same box that she had tried to give me earlier. The same box that had caused me so much pain and frustration all day. I had a right mind to crush it...
"Open it, silly!" Tootie nudged. Her incisive giggles were only overpowered by snickers as I was just about to open the box. As I loosened the ribbon and as the top started to slip off, a thought came to me. Actually... several.
Why am I letting her do this to me? I don't like her enough to be going through all this torture... I really don't like her at all! Why... WHY? Does it have to be this way? Or can I just...
The next thing I knew, I had given Tootie back her box of terror and had turned around to leave. I chose to ignore the whispering and snickers that surrounded me.
"Timmy! Wait! What are you-
Her words were cut off so I spun back in her direction and found her pitiful sight on the ground. Her skinny arms were reaching out ahead of her and her white legs were spread apart. The boys behind her hooted wildly. For what, I dunno.
Predictably, the crowd rose in a symphony of crazed laughter and Tootie sobbed in a big solo as she slowly rose. At first, I thought it was the laughter that brought her tears, but after further inspection, I found the precious gift beneath her crushed. As the damage became visible to everyone, the laughing got worse. It's funny how we enjoy another's misery. In fact, I was thoroughly enjoying Tootie's pain but was careful not to show it.
But she did deserve it... all of it. Maybe even more...
I wasn't exactly sure of what I was doing and why I was doing it. I casually waled over to the patheic form of Tootie bawling her eyes out over spilled milk. She managed to look up at me with her tear stained face and red brimmed eyes visible through her glasses. I attempted to feign a bit of concern and I guess I was sucessful since I was rewarded with a toothy smile. I offered my hand and she took it gingerly almost knocking me down as I pulled her up.
"Timmy..." She choked out.
"Please... make them stop... p-please...I-I... w-w-w-want them ... to stop." Too little avail, she tried not to cry again. Her hand clutched mine tighter so I placed my free hand on top of hers. I stared at our hands for a minute, and then met her saucer sized eyes.
I felt my mouth drop into a genuine frown and my eyelids drooped a bit also. Tootie's expression brightened a little with more hope than ever. Damn, I was a good actor! A performance like this deserved a dimmy or two! Her eyes refused to leave mine, perfect! I steadily held her eyes as I cocked my head to the side and said a matter of factly, "Why should I?"
Complete silence. Good, I was heard. I had an audience. Not just any audience either, but one that included my friends and Trixie. My beautiful goddess stood out in a sideways glance out the corner of my eye.
My vision was filled with Tootie once more as she looked at me strangely. I almost lost my composure as her eyes bore into mine. It was one of those looks that'll reach into your soul and rattle your bones. I've never seen her or anyone give it and I hoped I would never see it again.
I did keep my expression intact to show her that I was completely serious. Still in shock, she stuttered, "I-I... d-don't know... what... you mean... I th-thought..." I raised my hand to stop her. I kept a cool exterior, but inside, two voices screamed at each other.
Don't chicken out!
What do you think you're doing?
Destroy her!
No! You'll hurt her!
Just like she hurt you!
She didn't mean it...
Did she?
Of course not!
If you don't do this, she'll never leave you be!
You're all she has!
That isn't your fault! It's hers for being such a freak! What girl stalks you in the dead of night and brightness of day? You caused your phobia of walking alone so you take the bus to school and get pummeled by Francis? It's her sister that comes to your house every night so your parents can leave and you're left at her mercy. She may even be the reason Trixie doesn't wnat you. I mean, who would want a guy with some psycho following him everywhere?
Exactly.
My stomach churned and a new feeling came over me. It had such a tight grip on me that I thought I was going to explode.
That's it! I tired of this shit! Every time I try to act civil towards that girl, it blows up in my face!
The girl is evil...
She must be put down.
Let her have it.
Immediately, I dropped her hand like a diseased rat and took a few steps. Then, I exploded.
"Look around you, Tootie. Everyone here is staring at you because they think you're a freak. And you know what? They're right! YOU ARE A FREAK!"
Along with Tootie, everyone was gawking at me. Hung jaws and wide eyes didn't stop me from continuing, "Can you blame them? When's the last time you've looked in a mirror? You should see yourself! Those telephone operator glasses make your eyes look like... some cat creature from space!"
I saw Chester and AJ sort of smiling possiblyremembering the Sci-Fimovie we saw last weekend.
"I've seen braces on some girls and they still look pretty good... but on you... it's like you have a mouth full of bedsprings... and Tootie (I looked her up and down as if I was critiquing a bad sculpture), what's up with the clothes?"
Girlish giggles erupted. Tootie folded her arms as if to cover her wardrobe.
"Worst of all, have to be those stupid pigtails! What? Most of the girls here haven't worn them since they were like... five? WHY? WHY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFERENT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE... TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOUR OWN MISERABLE EXISTENCE?"
She pulled relentlessly on her pigtails. Oh yeah, she was completely breaking down now... yes!
"Well, I'll tell you what, Tootie. Go back into that hellhole you call a home and never come back! Maybe your parents could do you a favor and lock you up in your room. Oh, tear down that Timmy Shrine while you're at it, because guess what Tootie? I DO NOT LIKE YOU! I HATE YOU! You and me... IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN! Give up, already!"
She was down on the ground sobbing like a harping hyena. God, she was ugly when she cried...
́́ Yoúre such a selfish bitch! Always thinking about yourself and claiming you care about me... but you dońt. I bet you enjoy messing things up for me, dońt you? I betcha enjoy seeing me fail at everything. You probably love the fact that my parents pay me no mind. You probably even get a kick out of seeing your sister torture me and everyone else."
Tootie slowly got up and shook her head furiously. She then started screaming; "YOU'RE WRONG! NO, I DON'T! WHY WOULD I? SHE TORTURES ME TOO!"
" Face it, Tootie. While she's off spreading evil everywhere, she really doesn't have time for you. So, what are you doing? You're definetely not trying to stop her or help the people she hurts! And you wanna know what I think, Tootie? I think you don't care because YOU'RE JUST LIKE HER!"
In total unison, a large gasp came from the crowd. Tootie was back on the ground. Too weak to defend herself... how typical. I walked closer to her pathetic form and bent down closely to her ear. As coldly as I could I whispered; "Get up."
Trembling uncontrollably, she slowly obeyed my command. I felt a tinge of excitement as the whispering started again. Her head hung low but I could feel her eyes on me. It was... weird.
My hand landed firmly on her shoulder and in a final act of vengeance, I told her in a voice only low enough for her to hear; " Go home. You don't belong here... and you never will. Everyone will be better off if you just disappeared."
With that said and done, I released her and allowed her to leave. She looked around first as if she didn't know what to do with herself. But then, she broke out into a run through the sea of onlookers.
I was now the center of attention and it felt pretty... good. Letting all that rage out made me feel so much at peace... even if the other kids didn't like what I did. Did they...? Oh, god.
I couldn't read their expressions because they were all the same. Wide-eyed and opened mouth. A sickness filled my stomach as I realized what they might have been thinking of me at that moment. Images flashed through my head of what my next seven years of school would be like. Various objects thrown at me as I walked the halls... insults spat at me wherever I went... names like 'jerk' or 'asshole' painted on my locker... watching people point and shout; " There's that horrible boy that made that poor little girl feel like a piece of shit... GET HIM!"
I gulped at the picture of an angry mob chasing home from school. I expected it to happen right then... but a surprising sound interrupted my daytime nightmares.
Was that... clapping?
Looking for the source, I was stunned to find that it came from... Trixie. That trademark smile was plastered on her face. Cool... sexy... and it was directed at me. AT ME! My happiness increased (if that were possible) as everyone else started clapping as well. Even my friends started chanting; " Tim-my! Tim-my!" The only ones who didn't seem happy were my godparents.
The pink and green watches frowned at me. It wasn't that they haven't disagreed with me before but... somehow... it made me angry. I whispered furiously to them; " Oh, don't give me that look! You know she had it coming! And I don't want any lip or lectures tonight, you understand? In fact, I wish that you two would never speak of Tootie and her godparents again unless I say so! Got it?"
Wanda was definitely pissed and Cosmo's frown deepened. They exchanged glances and a 'poof' indicated that my wish was granted.
I looked up to see a herd of kids coming towards me. A river of hands hoisted me up over and over again all the while chanting my name.
The sky was a clear baby blue, fluffy white clouds decorated it yet none covered the almighty sun. A perfect day. All because I didn't do what was expected of me and did what I wanted to do... I was finally accepted. Even the girl of my dreams was on my side! Who knew cruelty could be so rewarding? Revenge, though it is said to be bad, treated me as a forbidden lover. Caressing me and praising me like none other would.
In other words, it felt pretty damn good.
Victory tasted so sweet. A broad smile spread across my face.
Yes, it was a perfect day indeed.
Sorry this took so long but I had exams... and writer's block... and problems with my computer... and oh well, life.
Looks like Tootie has gotten a major wake up call. How will she respond? We're finally getting into the main plot! Yah, me! (Crowd cheers)
Next chapter, "Resemblance" in Tootie's POV
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