Chapter 11
Chris
The next day was Monday, and we both had to go to school, no matter how much we didn't want to. It was pretty normal, teachers yelling at me over silly things like improper grammar on my essay, or a misspelled word, or if I got one problem wrong during class. Kids still called me gay, and a faggot, all that stuff, but I had learned to ignore it by now. Gordie wasn't used to it at all. He had been to school, but not for a week since he killed Ace. He had been declared missing after three days, but no one was looking for him.
Some popular girl in the hallway accidentally ran into Gordie in between classes, and shouted 'EWWWW, I've been infected by the faggot! Get away from me, you're gross, man!' I told Gordie to just ignore her, but he wasn't listening to me.
"Is that your locker?" He asked politely, smiling his fake smile he did when he was really upset with someone.
"Yeah, why do you care, faggot?" she giggled at what she would call a joke.
Gordie licked his hand and smeared it all over her locker door. The girl screamed at him, and ran to her classroom, clearly disgusted by Gordie's actions.
"Nice going, man. Keep up the good work!"
After school we headed back to the treehouse to gather our things, then we went to my house. My dad didn't get off work until late that night, and my mom was out of town. Eyeball was probably out drinking or playing mailbox baseball with the other guys, so we had the house to ourselves until Eyeball got home. He was still pretty beaten up, but fixed for the most part. We mostly studied, to make up for all the work that we had missed while we were gone last week. We got bored of that after about an hour. Well, Gordie did, I got bored after about ten minutes.
We made out for a little while, and then for a little while longer. His lips tasted amazing. Even though they were chapped most of the time, and sometimes tasted like dirt, just the fact that I was kissing the love of my life made it amazing. I knew from the moment I first kissed him, I would spend the rest of my life with Gordie Lachance. I hardly thought about anything but Gordie. I didn't really care about anyone else. Not Eyeball, not Teddy, not Vern, sure as hell not my parents or Gordie's folks. Gordie was my only friend, and I liked it that way.
That night Gordie thought it was best if he slept on the floor, at least until my dad was asleep. Around 11:00, Gordie climbed into the bed, lying close to me. I rested my head on his chest until we both fell asleep. Then around four in the morning, I was woken up. I could always tell when Gordie was having a bad dream because he would shake his head a lot, and make quiet whimpering noises. He would start sweating, and his heart would beat really fast. Whenever this happened, I always woke him up right away. I couldn't stand seeing him suffer like that.
"Gordie, Gordie, wake up." I shook him awake, more violently than I had wanted to. He looked up at me, looking kind of scared. "Was it Denny, again?"
"No… It was Ace. He was alive. He told me what my dad always tells me in my dream. It should have been me, all that stuff. It was just, weirder than the other dream."
"Oh, how was it weird?"
"I think it was a sign. Chris, I-I think I need to tell the police what happened. Tell them what I did."
"Why the hell would you ever think about doing that?"
"I feel guilty about it, okay? I thought that if I didn't think about it, it wouldn't have happened at all. You don't get it, Chris, you've never killed someone before! You don't fucking get it! I need to do this, Chris, and i'm doing it whether you want me to or not. I am going tomorrow after school. I don't know if i'll come back to your place afterwards or not. I'll see how I feel about it later, okay?"
"This is the worst idea you have ever had ever! Are you going crazy or something? You are going to be in jail for at least 12 years minimum, probably more than that! You are going to be stuck here for the rest of your life if you tell the cops about this. No one ever cared about Ace Merrill, and no one ever will. Just leave it alone, damn it, Gordie!"
I could tell Gordie was furious with me. We didn't talk for a long time. He slept on the floor that night. He didn't get up once. It felt oddly cold without him there next to me. He didn't talk to me the next morning either. He tried avoiding me at school too, but I couldn't take it anymore. He left in the middle of math class, and I had to follow him. I caught up to him after about two minutes. I slammed him against the lockers, and kissed him. I could tell he resisted at first, but then he kind of sunk into it. I didn't care who saw it, even though the hallway was empty.
"What was that for?"
"You've been ignoring me all day. I had to do something about it."
"Get off of me, Chris."
I let him go. He just needed to cool off for a while. This happened sometimes, but never for this long. I didn't bother going to the rest of my classes. I went home, and thought about what Gordie would be doing in less than an hour. I realized that I would probably never see him again after that. If Gordie was right, if I was going to get out of Castle Rock, I knew that I would never come back. I had to go and stop him.
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