Never Have I Ever
Chapter Seven: Eavesdropping
After pummeling Alan to an unrecognizable plump, Clover ran inside the school in search of Bleu. Searching down each hallway frantically, there seemed to be no sign of the blue-haired girl.
"Where the fok could she go off to?" she mumbled, turning a corner to another wing of the school. From the opposite end of the hall, she saw the familiar forms of Erin and Monkeyboy in the mist of an argument. Taking refuge behind a garbage can, Clover listened to the duo's spat.
"Oh my god, Chris, just leave me alone!"
"C'mon Erin, you can't deny what you feel!"
"I can when I don't feel anything, just go away!"
Clover heard the loud clacking of Erin's boots as she marched towards her locker. Adjusting her hiding place so she could get a better peak, she watched as the tiny freckled girl undid her lock with gusto.
"Why can't you just admit to what happened on Saturday?"
"Because nothing happened," Erin hissed, throwing the door of her locker opened to be greeted by an overflowing sea of love letters and flowers. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
Moving to guard the pool of romantic cliché from Erin's kicks of fury, Monkeyboy stood in front of the tiny brunette.
"Don't get mad, okay? I know you're into Alan and you guys have something going on, but you wouldn't have came to me if you were didn't have doubts! I know you do, I felt something when we were together!"
"Chris," Erin hissed, shutting her locker forcefully. "The only thing you felt was your own fucking delusions that any girl would be caught dead with you. I don't remember what happened at Alan's, and I think it'd be in your best interest if you did the same."
She heard the tapping of Erin's shoes walk away into the distance as well as the muffled sniffles of Monkeyboy as he walked away in the opposite direction. Behind the nasty smell of the garbage, Clover sat processing the information she had gathered for the first time.
After Bleu's bathroom confession of Alan and her hooking up, Clover had forgotten all about the moans she had heard from Erin in the room next to the guest room. However, after witnessing what she had, it finally hit her that the person that Erin was moaning to was Monkeyboy.
Clover felt her stomach churn as the revelation hit hard, and quickly threw herself over the rim of her hiding place. After vomiting into the trash as the mental image of Erin and Monkeyboy hooking up burnt her memory, she slowly climbed to her feet shakily.
"How the fok does that kick keep gettin' arse?"
Trying to keep her breathing under control, Bleu found it difficult to sob and sprint at the same time. After making her way back inside the school and turning into a random hallway, she leaned against a locker breathing heavily. She felt ridiculous for the way she was handling the situation, but even more so for letting Alan get under her skin.
"Stupid asshole," she grumbled to herself as she rubbed the stray tears from her face. "Why does he always have to be such a dick about everything?"
"Finnegan?" she heard from behind her, and jumped at the sound of another voice. Spinning on the heel of her boot, she was faced with the concerned expression of Mr. Bishop.
"Oh, Mr. Bishop!" she squeaked, trying to quickly rub her face clean of any residue from her tears. "H-hey, how are you?"
"I could be asking you the same question," he asked, while the concern on his face was evident, he still kept his distance from her. The memory of her confession still fresh in his mind. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" she said, wiping the few tears still flowing down her face. "Totally ace!"
"You don't seem it...did something happen again with those boys?"
"Something like that," Bleu sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Bleu watched in awe as he made his way towards her, his brows furrowed over his thickly rimmed glasses. He stepped in front of her, arms tightly folded as if protecting himself from any possible advances. Her arms fell from her chest and down to her sides. Even in such an embarrassing predicament, she still selfishly wondered if he would hold her if she flew herself into his arms.
"Did they do something to you again?" the older man asked, seriously.
"No, this time it was my idea," she admitted, giving a small smile. "He's just giving me a a hard time about it."
"Well, I don't feel like it's my business to pry into other's personal lives," he explained, his arms dropping from his chest, hands shoved into his pockets. "However, I do feel since I've experienced the life of a teenage boy once, I feel that I am quite qualified to make a statement."
"What statement is that, Mr. Bishop?"
"There is a certain fact that everyone teenage girl should be aware of," he began, his voice as serious as it would while lecturing the French Revolution to a class. "Teenage boys are stupid."
Bleu giggled as he continued his lecture.
"All teenage boys tend to behave in stupid ways, and therefore all have this common factor, but they also have another thing in common besides their stupidity. Very rarely do teenage boys go out of their way to hurt teenage girls," he said with a smile. "Usually when they hurt a girl, it's a completely unintentional side effect from them acting stupid."
"Why can't they just not act so stupid though?" she asked. "Why can't they mature?"
"Maturing is something that happens with time," he explained. "It is also gained from seeing points from different perspectives. Now, I'm not saying that this is an excuse for the boys to act this way to you, but simply a possible explanation."
Before their conversation could go on any further, the bell rang singling the end of the lunch break.
"Whoops, looks like if I don't move it I'm going to be late for my own class. Don't want to have to give myself detention," he said with a smile. "Will you be all right, Finnegan?"
"Yeah, I think so," she said walking away from him. "Thanks, Mr. Bishop."
As she walked through the crowded halls of Jefferson High, the intensity of her and Mr. Bishop's maturity levels truly resonated. Through her infatuation and confession, she had always seen herself as an equal to Mr. Bishop, and yet he was still on a completely different plateau.
Bleu's chest constricted painfully as she realized the full extent of her actions. She had willingly lost her virginity to Alan, belittling it as nothing more than something hindering her from her ultimate goal. However, the repercussions of her actions had not only made Alan act like a total jackass, but made her reevaluate her ultimate goal in the process.
Regardless the consequences, though, Bleu couldn't help but not regret losing her virginity to Alan. She would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that the kind, loving side of him that emerged during their intimacy didn't melt her heart, or that memory of the passionate kisses they shared didn't send tingles throughout her body.
However, none of these revelations seemed to clear any of the troubles that currently sat inside Bleu's mind. She sighed dramatically as she walked down the hall way to see Clover leaning against her locker, a sickened expression on her face.
"What's with the face?" she asked as Clover moved out of the way so she could unlock the locker. "You smell something rancid?"
"I overheard some shite that's too nasty to process," Clover said making a gagging face. "How'ya feelin' anyway? I beat up Walsh for ya, after you jetted off."
"Thanks, and I feel a little bit better," Bleu said rummaging through her locker, coming across one of the leftover flowers from Alan's attempt to woo her. Gently she ran her thumb along its wilted petals. "What did you hear?"
"I dunno if you wanna hear this," the Irish girl shook her head. "I barfed right after I heard it."
"Well, now you need to tell me," the blue-haired girl said, closing her locker door quickly to look at her friend. "C'mon, Clover, if it's something this big you need to spill!"
"All right fine, but you aint gonna like it," Clover sighed as Bleu jumped to her feet to listen eagerly. "Seems that while you and Walsh were doing the hanky-panky on Saturday, Monkeyboy and Erin were having their own bit of fun."
Bleu stood, so dumbstruck by the discovery that the ringing of the bell for her next class did not register.
"What..." she finally said after Clover shoved her down the hall towards their biology class. "No...no fucking way."
"Believe me, I wouldn't believe it myself if I didn't hear it from the two of 'em," Clover made another gagging face as she continued. "As a fellow victim of Monkeyboy's mouth, I feel it'd be best to not make a big deal outta this."
"Jesus, The mental image of them doing it...oh god, Monkeyboy's bare ass," Bleu felt her stomach churn. "I'm gonna be sick!"
"Oy, stop bringing' it up!" Clover yelled, covering her ears. "I don't wanna hurl again today!"
