Chapter 26
A New Era
A/N: Hello, remember me? I used to write stories here. OK, I know that's just a bad attempt at an apology for it being a long time since I've done anything on this site, but hey, it pays to try and be funny, right?
Total number of words in this story so far; not including this chapter: 131,779. That's how you know you have no life.
So… will Lindsay go to jail, or will she get out of it? Well, it's time to find out.
Time: 3 September 2007
The cop dragged Lindsay to the car, where none other than Julius Smiley was waiting for her.
"Hello Lindsay," Smiley said, "Did ya miss me?"
"About as much as I miss getting stung by yellow jackets." Lindsay said.
"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, missy," the other cop, whose name was Officer Gill, said, "It could end up costing you."
"I'm already going to prison, what more could happen?" Lindsay asked.
Smiley pulled over in a secluded corner of the road, where no one would be able to see what he was doing.
"Now what the hell do we do?" Smiley asked his partner.
"I don't fucking know," he said, "Fahim's the only guy who really knows what to do… where is Fahim anyways?"
"Probably building bombs and eating curry," Smiley said, "But we need to figure out what the hell to do now, I mean, should we bring this chick to Ryan Leaf High or should we send her directly to the police station, um…"
"Here, I just sent Mrs. Porter a text message asking her… she should respond fairly soon." Gill said.
"A text message? Really?"
"What, I like texting." Gill said, "But what should we do until she responds?"
"Well, we're in kind of a secluded, hidden area." Smiley said, "And there's a hot blonde teenage girl in the back seat right now… are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Are you thinking about sex?" Gill asked.
"Pretty much." Smiley, well… smiled. "Hey, bitch," he said, "Strip."
"Um… what?"
"You heard me," Smiley said, "I'm horny, and I'm a cop. And oh yeah, you're not, so you're going to get naked, and then come here and blow me, and we can do this the easy way, or…"
Gill's cell phone rang, and he went to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Mrs. Porter. Please bring Ms. Cunningham to the Ryan Leaf Secondary School office."
"Alright."
Gill hung up the phone, and said, "We better bring her to the office now." Gill said.
"You lucky little bitch…" Smiley said, and then drove her back to the school and brought her into the main office.
Other than the two cops and Lindsay, there were three other people there, Vice Principal Leah Porter, Vice Principal Steve Kowalski, and Principal Amber Chase. Kowalski was an elderly man, in his sixties at least, and was definitely from the "old school." He was a stern disciplinarian, giving out harsh punishments and suspensions and people had accused him in the past of being racist and sexist, accusations which he explicitly denied, but which everyone else had basically agreed were true. In other words, he was a giant asshole. Porter was a stern-looking woman, probably in her late forties or early fifties, and was unpopular at the school, not quite as unpopular as Kowalski, but definitely not well liked, mostly due to her harsh punishments. Most people in the school didn't know a lot about Chase, she seemed like a nice woman but was only usually found at sports events cheering Ryan Leaf on, other than that she didn't interact with most of the students much and she definitely wasn't involved in the disciplinarian side of things. She looked like she was in her early thirties, and she was known for being very pretty, which she definitely was. The last time Lindsay had interacted with Ms. Chase was after Shelly died; Amber had told her that if there was anything she could do to help, that she should tell her, and Lindsay never really did take her up on that offer. She felt there was no need to at this point in her life, as while she wasn't exactly over Shelly's death (she often said that you never really get over things like that,) she had learned to live with it. But anyways…
"Thanks for bringing her here," Porter said, addressing the police officers, "Now you two can leave."
"But…"
"I said leave."
The two cops nervously and quietly shuffled away and left the school, leaving just Lindsay with the two vice principals and the principal.
"We don't want you to go to jail, Lindsay," Porter said, "But I don't think you need us to tell you that snorting cocaine is both wrong and dangerous."
"I know, but…"
"There is going to be some kind of punishment, Lindsay, but you should be thanking us," Porter said, "Without our intervention, you would be going to jail, and you have to remember, we're not here to hurt, we're here to help."
"Um…" Lindsay said.
"Y'know, I just have to ask, why is it so bad if she ends up in jail anyways?" Kowalski asked, "I mean, she is a cocaine user, she's probably used other drugs as well, and I have heard that Lindsay is also very promiscuous, so she clearly needs to be taught a lesson. Back in my day, if someone was caught using cocaine, they would spend some serious time in jail… of course, back in my day, not many people used cocaine."
"Kowalski, she's a 14-year-old girl," Porter said, "Even in a regular girl's juvenile detention center she'd get killed."
"And while she's there, she'd build her toughness along the way," Kowalski said.
"I think you both underestimate Lindsay," Amber said, "She's tougher than you give her credit for… let me speak with her for a little while in my office." She got up to go to her office, and then said, "Lindsay, please follow me."
Lindsay nervously got up and followed Principal Chase. As she was walking and her eyes were nervously moving around, she couldn't help but notice that…
Damn, she's got a nice ass, Lindsay thought, No, this is not the time to think of this, I could get sent to prison and this woman is not my friend.
Amber sat down in her usual chair in her office and Lindsay sat down in a chair facing her. Lindsay gulped, expecting some kind of long, boring lecture which resulted in an arbitrary and menial punishment, but instead she got…
"Just to let you know Lindsay, everything you've heard about me is true," Amber said, "Unless it's bad, than its complete bullshit."
Lindsay laughed, but was actually stunned. Not because she swore, although that was surprising enough in unto itself, but because she opened up a serious situation… with a joke.
"Now, Mrs. Porter would have you suspended, doing community service, and sent to some drug rehabilitation program," Amber said, and Lindsay nodded.
"Personally I think that's stupid. It's not what you need, it's not what anyone except for serious drug addicts need. However, usually I don't intervene with her decisions, because I see no need, but you're a good person, Lindsay."
"So… what exactly is my punishment going to be?"
"We'll get to that…" Amber said, "But, for now, I want to tell you what I think has been going on. I think that you're a good person who's been fucked over by their parents and is trying to use things like coke as some kind of escape route."
"I'm not using coke as an escape route, Chase, I'm using it because it's fun."
"First of all, please call me Amber, I don't like when people call me Chase, it makes me feel… I don't know, like some kind of freak." Amber said, "Second of all… of course cocaine is fun, I don't deny that, but if you're using coke, you have some other reason."
"But let me get to the point of what I'm trying to say," Amber said, "Firstly, I don't want to see you punished. Why? Because 16 years ago I was in exactly the same position you are now. I had shitty parents, just like you, I was considered attractive by most of my peers, just like you, I had recently gotten into hard drugs, just like you, and I had just moved into a little flat with a few of my friends… do you see the connection?"
"We're not similar." Lindsay said, "Just because we have a few things in common doesn't mean I'm really anything like you."
"Really, Lindsay? Well, when I was in Grade 11, 16 years old, I was caught using hard drugs, for me it was angel dust. Instead of taking me to jail or some drug rehab thing, the principal at the time, a woman named Alexandra Stuart, asked me to come live with her. I didn't want to at first, but she really did help me in a lot of ways, and I'm definitely a better person for living with her… I would not be the kind of person I am today if I hadn't met her."
"And what kind of person are you today?" Lindsay asked, "An anti-fun, principal of a high school who enjoys making teenagers lives miserable."
"You clearly know absolutely nothing about who I am. That's fine, once you've lived with me for a while, you'll understand me better."
"There's no fucking way I'm moving in with you!" Lindsay yelled angrily, "Send me to juvie, I don't give a fuck, not only are you a complete stranger, but there's no way I'll just ditch Duncan and Wanda. So thanks Amber, but fuck off."
"You know," Amber said, "I'm fighting the urge to snap you're fucking neck right now, but I'll give you one last chance to make the logical decision, otherwise maybe you either weren't as bright as I thought, or you really are the bad person Kowalski thinks you are. But before you make your decision, I have something to tell you… I know, another story, well, get the fuck comfortable. 3 years ago, when I was a vice principal, I offered this to another girl. She had just left her parents' house, had nowhere to live, was going from home to home, and had been caught with possession of both cocaine and heroin. She was also, at the time, a scared, volatile young girl looking to escape reality and run away from her problems."
"OK… so who was she?"
"That tattoo on your arm." Amber said.
Lindsay looked at the tattoo on her right arm, a red heart with Shelly's name in white letters across the middle.
"That girl, Shelly Coughlin. She became a better person after that. She spent 6 months with me, beginning of September until the end of February. Did she stop using drugs? No. Did she stop having sex? No, obviously not or you wouldn't have that tattoo. I didn't try to change who she was, I treated her like an adult and helped her become a better person through a difficult time in her life. And I feel that we both became better people during the six months we lived together. Lindsay, that's all I want for you. I'll treat you like an adult, and I don't want to rescue you or parent you, I want to help. But I think the first, and most important thing that you should know is that you can trust me."
Amber held her hand out over the desk, looked into Lindsay's eyes and said, "Will you trust me? And more importantly; will you trust yourself?"
Lindsay looked at her for a second, looked down, looked back, and then reached across the desk to shake Amber's hand, "Alright Amber, I don't know why, but I trust you."
Amber laughed, "That's good. We can head over to the flat you were staying up to pick up your shit right now."
"What about Kowalski and Porter?" Lindsay asked, "What if they don't like your decision?"
"What about them? If they don't like it, they can suck my metaphorical dick."
Several Hours Later
Amber dropped Lindsay off at a café near the school, where she agreed to meet up with Duncan and Wanda about what was happening. They weren't extremely happy or enthusiastic about what was going on, but they did understand that this was a better option for Lindsay than jail, they were just pissed it came down to these two options.
Since the café was about a ten minute walk from Amber's house, which I guess was now Lindsay's house, Lindsay decided to walk home. When Lindsay got there, the door was unlocked, so she just walked right in. The first thing she noticed about the house was that it clearly wasn't meant to look good. There were no fancy designs or anything like that. Lindsay found that a little bit weird, as Leanne always put a large emphasis on the house looking pretty. Amber's house wasn't messy or dirty or anything like that, it was… homely. There was a very strange smell coming from the living room, not a bad smell, just a strange one. Lindsay had smelled it before but she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was. So, like basically anyone would, she decided to follow it, and she found Amber there, sitting on the couch, with a lighter in one hand and a bong in the other, toking.
"Oh my God!" Lindsay exclaimed, "You're… you're… you're smoking weed!"
"Hey," Amber said, "Y'know, despite the fact that I'm holding a bong with weed inside of the bowl, I never noticed. But now that you mention it, hey, I suppose I am smoking weed." Amber was obviously being sarcastic.
"So… wanna hit it?" Amber asked.
"Did I show up at the wrong house or something?" Lindsay asked, "Are you sure you're the Principal of Ryan Leaf High?"
"As I said before, you know absolutely nothing about who I am. And that's fine, not a lot of people do. But you'll learn."
Lindsay just kinda stood there for a second, when Amber said, "Well, don't just stand there looking like a fucking moron, put your damn crap down and toke with me. Unless you like standing there looking retarded, in which case… be my guest."
Lindsay dropped her stuff and sat down on the couch next to Amber, who passed her the bong and the two girls started passing it back and forth. Amber had more weed in her bag, so they didn't actually stop until after 3 or 4 bowls. Once they were finished; however, Lindsay did have a question.
"I have a question." Lindsay said.
"And I have an answer, unless you're question is stupid, in which case I'll just slap you. Or if you're question has something to do with math, 'cuz I suck at math."
"Well, earlier today when we were in your office you talked a little bit about 'escaping from reality' and how that's a bad thing." Lindsay said, "But now we're right here smoking a bong, so… what up with that?"
"Because there's a difference between escaping from reality and enhancing it?"
"Amber, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Ever play crappy 'family night' games like Scrabble or Life where you're just counting down the minutes until you can finally leave?"
"Uh… no." Lindsay said, "I've actually never played any of that shit."
"Oh right, I forgot" Amber said, "Leanne was probably busy with her garcon-du-jour, and James was busy doing… James stuff. Next question: you have seen some kind of shitty move where you just couldn't wait until it's over, right?"
"Of course."
"Well, they're much more enjoyable once you're stoned. It's the same thing with those board games I was just talking about."
"Yeah, I'd heard that before about the movie thing."
"Have you ever done it?"
"Yeah, once or twice."
"It's pretty cool, no?"
Lindsay thought for a moment, "Now that I think about it, yeah, it was alright."
"And that's kinda what I mean about enhancing reality," Amber said, "Finding things that would normally be boring when your sober and enjoying them, instead of just smoking weed to make the girl you hooked up with at that party to seem more attractive."
Lindsay laughed, "That doesn't really apply to me, I only fuck hot chicks." Lindsay said.
"You mean you only fuck chicks you presume to be hot because you're too fucking drunk to know the difference… or you're just one lucky bitch."
"Probably the second one," Lindsay said, "But you know, you're one of the few adults I've met who don't have a problem with me being a lesbian."
"That might be because most adults are douchebags, especially here in Central United States. I know there are exceptions to the rule, but the younger generation tends to be more open-minded."
"I think you're one of those exceptions." Lindsay said.
"I like to think so…"
The two girls sat there in an awkward silence, when Lindsay finally said, "Shit, I haven't eaten anything in forever, I'm fucking hungry right now."
"There's a lot of stuff in the fridge," Amber said.
"Like what?"
"Well, you're baked, so I'm guessing you'd like something along the lines of cheese, frozen yogurt, and maraschino cherries."
"And waffles, don't forget waffles." Lindsay said.
"Right." Amber said, "Anyways, it's your first night here, so I think I'm supposed to take you to some kind of big fancy 'welcome' dinner place, but that's not really my style… so just help yourself to those items and whatever else you can find that's in the fridge, and please, try to walk in a straight line on your way there."
Same day, at the movies
Gwen and Tyler agreed to see a 7:45 film at the local IMAX theatre. Gwen got Ace to drive here there, and she showed up at 7:32, two minutes after her scheduled time of arrival. Tyler wasn't there, and Gwen, seeing that the date was already going badly, went ahead and bought the tickets. She did consider ditching Tyler right then and there, but she figured that she did promise him this one night, and being a little bit late wasn't that big of a deal.
Well, at 7:45 Tyler still wasn't there, so Gwen sent him a text message (they got each other's numbers earlier in the day, a number which Gwen planned to delete after this date,) asking him where the fuck he was. He responded, "Be here soon ."
He showed up at 8:15, and of course Gwen wasn't very happy about that.
"Tyler, where the fuck were you?"
"I don't know… places." He said.
"So, not only were you 45 minutes late for your first date with the girl you've been trying to get with for like a year, but you don't even have any kind of excuse for being late, not even a crappy one?" Gwen sighed, "Let's just get this date over with, hopefully the previews were extra long."
"That's the first time I've heard anyone say that."
"I bought both the tickets by the way," Gwen said, "So… thanks for nothing."
During the movie things weren't actually much better. Tyler was constantly trying to make moves on her, and Gwen tried constantly to ignore his advances but he was starting to get really annoying. Every fifteen seconds or something we would rub her thigh or squeeze one of her tits or whisper something dirty in her ear, and most of his "dirty talk" was so facepalmingly awful that Gwen actually once had to leave the theatre because she couldn't control her laughter. While she was out, Gwen decided to go and buy herself a drink, and after about five minutes, she returned. She and Tyler were sitting third row from the top on the far right side of the theatre, so basically all she had to do was walk directly up the stairs and then her seat was right there. When she reached their seats; however, she tripped on something, the drink fell out of her hand and splashed all over Tyler's shirt.
"Holy shit!" Gwen said, "I'm really sorry, honestly I wasn't trying to do that."
The douchebag who was sitting behind them shushed her.
"It's okay," Tyler said, "I can forgive you, but only because you're sexy."
Gwen sighed and Tyler took off his shirt to try and wring the pop out, he was wearing a wife beater under that so he didn't get too many awkward stares. However, Gwen noticed that he had three large cuts on his upper left arm, and they looked like knife cuts.
"What the hell happened to your arm?" Gwen asked.
"Oh, I… um… I was skateboarding, and I… fell."
"Skateboarding accidents don't cause deep gashes," Gwen said, "Those are blade cuts."
Someone else shushed them, and Tyler said, "Maybe we should talk outside the theatre, this movie isn't very good anyways."
"It's not bad, but it's no Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Let's go." Gwen said.
They left the theatre, much to the joy of the douchebag sitting behind them.
"So, what the fuck did happen to your arm?" Gwen asked once they had found a bench outside to sit down on.
"Why do you care so much?" Tyler asked.
"Well… I don't know. I don't like seeing anyone hurt, unless they're a complete fucking scumbag." Gwen said, "And besides, we are technically dating I guess, even if it's just for tonight. Also, I'm a naturally curious person."
"I can tell." Tyler said.
"So seriously, what happened, did you get in a knife fight or something?"
Tyler sighed, "Just forget about it Gwen, it's honestly not that big of a deal."
"C'mon Tyler, please, just tell me."
"Alright, but only because you're hot… I cut myself."
"You did what?"
"It was the night of Cody's party. I was so upset with myself that I had to resort to drugging and raping you to get the girl I wanted that I couldn't live with myself at that point. I only cut my arm because while I wasn't sure if I wanted to be alive, I didn't think I wanted to die either. So there you go, happy?"
"Oh…" Gwen said, "I really didn't know you were that sensitive, Tyler."
"Well, guys have feelings and morals too, y'know."
"I don't know why you say too; girls don't."
Tyler laughed.
"So, I told my parents the same thing I originally told you; freak skateboarding accident. They believed me."
"Are they stupid?"
"They gave me my own fucking sports car, of course they're stupid."
Suddenly, Trent walked by with his arm around a raven-haired girl's waist, "Hi Gwen," He said.
Gwen turned around to see who it was and said, "Hey Trent… you going to a movie?"
"Yeah, well, that's the only reason to be here, right? Anyways, the show starts right about now, so, peace."
"Bye."
Gwen looked at Trent walk away, and noticed that the girl Trent was with, who was obviously not Lauren, as Lauren was blonde, looked slightly familiar. Of course, she could only see her backside, so all she could see was that the girl had dark hair, tan but relatively light skin, and a big ass (not big as in fat, big as in "I'd tap that.")
"Who's Trent's bitch?" Tyler asked, "That obviously isn't Lauren, Lauren has a pancake ass, that girl's ass is…"
"So, you're talking about another girl's ass in front of your date?" Gwen said, "And I love how the most notable thing to you wasn't her different colour hair, different skin tone or the fact that she actually had tits, it's the shape of her bum."
Gwen and Tyler talked for a little bit more, than went to "buy" some food and drinks at the convenience store. At about 10:30 pm, Ace called Gwen to tell her that she was in the parking lot and had to get her ass out there.
"Well, my ride's here," Gwen said, "So…" Gwen grabbed Tyler by his shirt and kissed him, "Bye."
"Well, tonight was fun," Tyler said, "It's a shame we can't have another night like this."
Gwen thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a day in mind, but… I think we should go on another date."
Tyler smiled, "That's cool. Wanna come back to my place for the night?"
"Don't push your luck, Tyler." Gwen said.
"OK… peace."
So, he's not as much of a douchebag as I originally thought… he actually does have feelings, Gwen said, Still… I don't think it's gonna work out between us, but I guess another date isn't the end of the world.
When Gwen saw Ace's car there, she saw that Heather was in the back seat. She waved at her friend and she waved back.
"Why are you here?" Gwen asked Heather.
"My dad caught me masturbating and decided to make a big deal out of it," Heather said, "So I left."
"Did you leave for good? Are you staying with us?" Gwen asked.
"No, just until 'daddy' calms down," Heather said, "That's why I'm only taking one small bag instead of 4 or 5 massive suitcases. But enough about me, how was your date with Tyler?"
"Not as bad as I thought it would be," Gwen said, "He was late and that pissed me off, but we learned we actually have a lot more in common than I thought."
"If Tyler ends up being your boyfriend it won't last," Heather said, "I dated him a few years ago and he's an expert at ruining relationships."
"Yeah, I know," Gwen said.
"I just thought of something," Heather said, "We both have boyfriends now…"
"Tyler isn't really my boyfriend," Gwen interrupted.
"Well, close enough. Anyways, we both have boyfriends now and we're secretly fucking, so what if our boyfriends are secretly fucking."
They both looked at each other for a second and said, "Ew…"
"Hey girls," Ace said, "If you're trying to keep something a secret, it's best not to blurt it out when there's someone else in the car."
"Fuck…" Heather said.
"I actually completely forgot you were here," Gwen said, "And I think Heather did too." She gave Heather a dirty look and Heather tried to laugh it off.
"You promise you won't tell anyone, even Todd?" Heather asked.
"I promise I won't tell anyone. I do hope you tell Todd about it, but I think that should be your responsibility, not mine. I do have to ask though, how many people know?"
"Other than you, just Lindsay and her mom." Gwen said.
"Her mom? You mean Leanne Cunningham? Be prepared to have your secret told to everyone."
"Leanne figured it out the day we started, and as far as we know she hasn't told anyone." Gwen said.
"Hmm… maybe she's turned the corner then."
While Tyler was in his car, meanwhile, he thought about what happened that night. Thank you freak skateboarding accident, Tyler thought, thank you for getting me the girl of my dreams.
Time: 4 September 2007
Lindsay was sound asleep in her new bed when suddenly the lights flipped on, and she saw Amber at the doorway.
"Is it time for school already?" Lindsay asked.
"Yeah," Amber said, "And try to hurry up, I got something cool to show you."
Lindsay looked at her cellphone, it read 6:45. Usually she wouldn't get up until 7 or 7:15 and that was when she decided to show up to school on time, but then again, she lived further away from the school now and she was also living with the principal, who despite being more chill than most principals are, probably won't be too happy with her being late or skipping school every day.
She got dressed and got downstairs, but couldn't find Amber.
"Hey Amber," Lindsay said, "Where the hell are you?"
"I'm in the garage."
Lindsay opened the door which led to the garage and saw Amber standing next to a Suzuki motorcycle, wearing jean shorts and a T-Shirt, carrying a helmet in one hand and a bag in the other. She pulled the seat of the bike up to reveal a small little pocket, where she dropped the bag in.
"Put your school bag in here." Amber said.
"Wait… are we actually riding a motorbike to school?" Lindsay asked.
"Fuck yeah we are," Amber said, "Its September and the weather's fucking awesome, so why not?"
Lindsay put her school bag in the little pocket and Amber closed the seat back up.
"That was custom installed," Amber said, "Pretty cool, no?"
Amber handed her a helmet and put one on her.
"I've never actually ridden on a motorcycle before," Lindsay said, "Which is weird considering all the other crazy shit I've done."
"There's nothing crazy or shit-like about riding a motorcycle if the driver is experienced, which I am." Amber said, "Now, let's go."
Amber opened the garage door and the two were off. For Lindsay it was a really cool experience, feeling the wind blowing against her while she was going at incredibly fast speeds in the open air. She thought it would've been even better if she was driving, but this was pretty cool too; she wanted to take her helmet off but did have the sense not too.
At one point, when they reached a red light, Amber noticed that she recognized the car next to her and the person driving it. She waved hello and that person pulled down their window.
"Riding the bike again, Amber?" She asked.
"Hey, it's a beautiful day and I gotta make Lindsay think I'm cool, right?" Amber joked, "And it's a hell of a lot better than sitting in a shitty-ass car, Ronnie."
Ronnie, who was more well-known as Veronica Hornet, Science teacher at Ryan Leaf High, laughed. "My bike's at the shop," she said, "Or else I would be riding it too." She turned to Lindsay and said, "Hey Lindsay… I kinda miss having you in one of my classes but now that you're living with Amber, you'll be seeing a lot of me anyways."
"Nice to see you to Veronica." Lindsay said.
"Who's that girl?" Bridgette, who was sitting in the shotgun seat of Veronica's car, asked her.
"You mean Amber? That's your principal." Veronica said in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh… wow… I was not expecting that answer." Bridgette said, "How did I not notice her last year?"
"Probably because you weren't living with Ronnie last year," Amber said.
The light turned green and both vehicles continued on their way to Ryan Leaf.
Meanwhile, Wanda dropped Duncan and Courtney off at said high school, where they began scheming.
"OK, we need to find a way to get Lindsay back," Duncan said.
"I know, she's being held hostage by Chase," Courtney said, "That's gotta be illegal right? But I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do. I mean, she is the principal. Maybe we should tell someone else who's higher up, like the district school board or the landlady."
"So… telling is the best way to do this? Really, Courtney; I expected better from you."
At around that moment, Amber drove into the driveway of the school, parked, got Lindsay her bag and took her own bag out as well.
"I have more professional looking clothes in this bag," Amber said, "So I can just change when I get to my office."
"Hello Chase." Duncan said, with a little bit of venomous undertone.
"Hi Duncan," Amber said, "It's nice seeing you on time for once."
"I have a reason to be here," Duncan said.
"I see…" Amber said, trying to act oblivious when she had a pretty good feeling what Duncan was up to, "Well, have a good one, Duncan. You too, Courtney."
"Thanks Ms. Chase." Courtney said, putting on her kissing authority's ass face.
"Hey Lindsay, I'm gonna be a little late tonight, just go home after your last class. You have the key, right?"
"Yeah… how long's the walk?"
"Only about 30 minutes or so." Amber said, before walking into the school and quickly going into the office so she could change before she got too many strange looks.
"Lindsay, we're trying to find a way to get you back to the flat," Duncan said, "We're thinking the best thing for you to do would be too…"
"Honestly Duncan, don't worry about it, I'm fine at Amber's house."
"Are you feeling okay?" Duncan asked, "Because I thought you hated authority figures."
"Amber's actually really cool," Lindsay said, "I know you don't really know her that well, you have to know her to understand."
"Well, it's not like you know her that well either," Courtney said, "I mean, maybe she acted chill to you the first day because she wanted you to like her more before she starts being the overbearing douchebag who you originally expected her to be."
"I don't think so… most students at the school like her anyways."
"Because most students are idiots," Duncan said.
"Look Duncan, all I'm trying to say is that I don't need to be rescued, I'm fine where I am now."
"Well… suit yourself," Duncan said, "But anytime you want to us to help you, the door's open... no promises that we won't make fun of you for it though."
Time: 6 September 2007
Rudy was bored and chilling in his room. He looked at his contacts on his phone, wondering who to call or text, and couldn't think of anyone. He checked on Facebook, there was no one interesting to talk to. Then he remembered Ashley; and that one minute conversation where he almost got laid. He saved her number in her phone; he just had to find it, which he did.
"Hello?" He heard Ashley say as she picked up the phone.
"Hey Ashley, it's me, Rudy."
"Rudy?"
"Yeah, um… we met at a party once."
"Did we hook up?"
"Uh… no." Damn it Rudy, you should've said yes.
"Oh I think I remember you. It was at Gwen's party, right? You were that guy who I was about to have some really dirty sex with but then I found out you were 10 years old."
"Yeah, that's me." Rudy said, slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah, I was gonna call you but I couldn't remember what your number was."
"Right… anyways, you wanna hang out sometime?"
"OK sure, I'd love too. Can I ask you something though?"
"What?"
"How old are you?"
"I'm, uh… 13." Rudy said.
"OK Great. Are you busy tonight?"
"No."
"Open your window."
"What?"
"Open your window."
Rudy looked at his window and saw Ashley there, smiling and waving. Rudy opened the window and she climbed in.
"I would've gotten here sooner but I was in the washroom when you called." Ashley said.
"Uh… I think you got here pretty quickly."
"Well, we live on the same street, so…"
"Oh…"
"So… what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know…"
"Well, I do." Ashley said, and kissed him on the lips. Despite what you might have thought by seeing Rudy, it was his first real kiss from a girl, and he definitely happy about it. After they broke the kiss, Ashley looked at him for a second and said, "You're cute… wanna be my boyfriend?"
"Um… okay?"
"I'll let you play with my boobs but we're not going any further today, okay?" Ashley said.
"OK." Fuck, I just called to ask how life was.
Suddenly Ashley's phone began to ring, and she picked it up.
"Hello?" She said.
She paused for a moment, listening to the other person speak.
"But daddy, it's only 7:30."
She paused again to let the person, who was apparently her father, talk.
"Okay," she said, "I'll be home in a few minutes."
She hung up the phone and told Rudy, "Sorry, but my dad wants me at home now for some reason… so, bye I guess." Ashley said, and jumped back out the window.
Holy fuck, I gotta tell Gwen about this, Rudy thought, and ran down the two flights of stairs necessary to get to the basement, which is where Gwen's room was.
"Hey Gwen," he said, "I got something important to tell you." However, it was Heather who answered:
"Go away," she said, "We're doing… uh… girl stuff."
"Yeah, but it's really important." Rudy said.
"OK, what the hell do you want?" Gwen asked.
"I just made out with a Grade 10 girl named Ashley." Rudy announced proudly.
"Ashley Sagan?"
"Yeah."
"How far did you go?"
"We made out and I got to touch her boobs. I know; I'm awesome aren't I?"
No response.
"You guys suck, man. I'm going upstairs."
"I can't believe that Rudy just almost hooked up with a Grade 10 girl in Grade 6." Gwen said, "That just seems a little bit unfair."
"He's definitely a lucky little bitch," Heather said, "But Ashley's probably too stupid to tell the difference between him and most Grade 10 guys so don't worry about it too much. Now get back to eating me out."
Rudy got a call on his recently purchased cellphone, "Um… hey?" He said.
"Did you actually just fuck a 15 year old girl?" The woman on the other end of the phone asked.
"Uh… no, we didn't fuck. We just, um, kissed and I almost got to play with her boobs but she got a phone call from…"
"Listen kid, when you get really close to getting laid and you don't, just tell everyone you got laid, it'll make your life way easier."
"OK, um… who is this, I don't have Caller ID."
"You don't recognize my voice, Rudy? It's Lindsay, idiot."
"Oh… right, now I feel dumb."
"And you should. I gotta go, talk to you later." Lindsay said.
"Wait… who told you that we fucked?"
"Ashley did. She also told me that you told her you were 13."
"Did you tell her how old I actually am?"
"What? Fuck no; I wanna see how far this goes."
Time: 7 September 2007
Amber had a visitor that day, someone who Lindsay had contact with many times before, Veronica "Ronnie" Hornet.
"Hey Ronnie," Amber said, "Why are you here?"
"Just thought I'd drop by for a bit." Veronica said, "Haven't really seen either of you much in a while."
"Is Bridgette here?" Lindsay asked.
"No, Bridgette isn't here," Veronica said, "She's at home texting some guy… I don't remember his name but I remember her telling me he has a boyfriend."
"That's nice," Amber sarcastically replied, "You got weed?"
"Of course, who the fuck do you think I am." Veronica said.
A few minutes later, the three girls were chilling on the couch.
"Why do you always buy supermarket Cola?" Veronica asked, "It's pretty fucking stupid."
"It tastes exactly the same as Pepsi or Coke." Amber said.
"If you say so," Veronica said and opened one of the cans. She then pulled a marijuana spliff out of her bag, lit it, and started smoking before passing it to Lindsay, who passed it to Amber, who passed it back to Ronnie and so on and so forth.
"So, can I tell you girls something as long as you promise not to tell anyone? I mean, Amber I know I can trust you but… Lindsay, you are friends with Bridgette, so I need your word you won't tell her this."
Lindsay thought for a second and said, "Alright, I promise."
"Well," Veronica said, "I really fucking hate my daughter."
"What… why? Is it because she's a slut?"
Amber and Veronica both gave her a harsh glare.
"What… what did I say?"
"Slut is a bullshit word," Amber said, "It's a tool used to try and repress women's sexuality."
"Wait… what?"
"Think about it this way," Veronica said, "When a guy fucks a lot of girls, he's a legend, but when a girl fucks a lot of guys, she's a slut."
"Yeah… I did notice that… but it just seems like the norm."
"Its retarded bullshit is what it is," Amber said.
"And as long as she's being safe, I really couldn't care less how many dicks Bridgette or any girl I know wants to suck." Veronica added.
"Alright, so if that's not the reason why you hate her, than what is?" Lindsay asked.
"First of all, she's a spoiled fucking brat. I don't know what Rick did to this girl but she thinks she's entitled to everything and anything. Second, the very fact that she couldn't see what a horrible human being Gary Ross was even after he murdered her own father is… at the very best contempt worthy. And lastly, she flirts with other girls' boyfriends."
"I thought you just said you didn't care how many dicks she sucked?" Lindsay asked.
"Yes, but this isn't a sexuality problem, it's a fidelity one. She's encouraging people to cheat and that really pisses me off. I think someone like that, even when they're a teenager, is what we'd call a douchebag." Veronica said.
"Both Veronica and I have been cheated on before," Amber said, "Trust me, it's not fun."
"I've been cheated on too," Lindsay said, "But I didn't really like Noah that much in the first place."
Lindsay thought for a moment and said, "So… how did you two become such good friends anyway? I mean, Amber, you are her boss so… were you friends before you started working here?"
"We've been friends ever since we went to middle school, and later high school, together in Salt Lake." Veronica said, "I'm a year older than her, but we still became pretty good friends despite that in middle school. And we were essentially best friends by the time I was a senior. After that, we both ended up moving to Eastern Missouri at one point or another and just kinda… stayed friends from then on."
"Wait, you're from Salt Lake City; as in Utah?" Lindsay started chuckling.
"Yeah," Amber said, "What's so funny about that?"
"Are your parents Mormon?" Lindsay asked, trying to hold back laughter.
"Ronnie's parents were Mormons, I wish mine were," Amber said, "My parents, well… they're dead now, but they were Jehovah's Witness'."
"Oh wow… I'm sorry for your loss." Lindsay said.
"Don't worry about it, we'd been estranged for like 15 years before they died and frankly, they were assholes anyway. I know my mom died because she refused a blood transfusion, so there you go."
"I see…"
"Anyways Lindsay, could you just talk to Bridgette," Veronica said, "I mean, I think she's a good person at heart but right now… I'm starting to wish I hadn't taken her in. Don't tell her I'm starting to hate her, just tell her that there are a few people who are getting annoyed by these things or something like that."
"Alright Veronica, I'll try."
"Thanks Lindsay, I'd really appreciate that."
Time: 9 September 2007
After tryouts the previous week, the junior football team had its first official practice. Geoff, DJ, and Duncan, who had played football as kids, were all starting on defense, Geoff and DJ at right and left defensive tackle respectively, Duncan at left outside linebacker. Trent, who was backup quarterback the previous year, was now expected to start at QB, although there were two Grade 9 kids who were pretty good and who Trent feared might end up replacing him if he sucked. They convinced Owen to try out as well, and the head coach of the team, Coach (John) Richmond, liked his short bursts of speed for a huge guy but noted that he was severely lacking in conditioning; still, he was expected to start at center. Cody tried out the previous year but after barely playing, decided football wasn't his thing and didn't go out for the team. Tyler, who was cut the previous year, went out again, and this time, did make the team. However, he wasn't expected to start anywhere.
Time: 10 September 2007
Gwen and Heather got together with Lindsay and hung out that night, in Gwen's backyard, really for the first time outside of school since Grade 10 began. As usual, Lindsay brought the weed.
"Why is Amber holding you hostage at her house?" Heather asked, "Doesn't that seem kinda… creepy?"
"Uh, no, not really," Lindsay said, "Amber's actually pretty cool."
"Cool or not, that doesn't change the fact that she basically blackmailed you into living with her," Gwen said.
"Well her choice was either I live with her or I end up going to prison," Lindsay said, "That's not exactly blackmailing, she was basically giving me an alternative option. And where would you rather be, living with a sexy older girl who smokes weed, or stuck behind bars? And at least I'm not dating Cody or Tyler."
"What's your problem with Cody?" Heather asked.
"I don't hate Cody or anything, he just kinda seems like a giant pussy," Lindsay said.
"I thought you liked pussy?" Gwen teased.
Lindsay laughed, "Besides," she added, "Neither of them are really my type anyways."
"Probably because they have dicks," Heather said.
"Well if life was fair than Tyler would have a chode," Lindsay said, "But yeah, that's part of it."
"Why do you hate Tyler so much?" Gwen asked, "I mean, sure he's a bit of an idiot, but he doesn't seem like this horrible monster you're describing him as."
"I never said Tyler was a monster, but he is a serious douchebag…" Heather said, "Gwen, I think you might have Bridgette-Gary syndrome."
"What the fuck is Bridgette-Gary syndrome?"
"Well, remember how Bridgette ignored every bad thing Gary Ross ever did because she was in love with him? I think you're starting to develop the same problem."
"Did you actually just compare Tyler to a white supremacist that killed Bridgette's dad?" Gwen asked.
"She wasn't saying Tyler is as bad as Gary," Lindsay said, "She was trying to make a point."
"Look, why can't you two just accept the fact that I'm dating Tyler now," Gwen said, "And yeah, he isn't exactly my dream guy or anything, but it's just high school, and there's no reason why we can't get together."
"We accept it," Heather said, "We just think you're an idiot for doing it."
"Well… think what you want, but you're wrong."
There was a slight tension after that. Lindsay thought the best way to loosen said tension would be to try and change the subject; however, she did have to ask… "Have you two fucked yet?"
"No," Gwen said, "He's tried to pressure me into it but I'm trying to take it slowly."
"Well I hope for your sake that he's gotten a lot better since Grade 8," Lindsay said, and then started laughing.
"Okay can we please change the subject now?" Gwen said, clearly annoyed at where this talk was headed.
Lindsay opened her mouth to say something, when someone suddenly shouted, "HI GIRLS!"
They turned around to see Izzy there, and Gwen's first thought was, what the fuck are you doing in my backyard?
"I just saw y'all here, and thought I'd come say hi." Izzy said, "So… hi."
"Hello Izzy," Gwen said, "How did you get in my backyard?"
"I opened the gate," Izzy said, "No really, it wasn't even that difficult."
"Look Izzy, this is kinda something that's supposed to be just us three, so…"
"I brought a bong," Izzy said.
"Then by all means, welcome to the party," Lindsay said. She reached into her bag, pulled out a bottle of vodka, and poured a little bit into a plastic cup, "Shot?"
Izzy took the cup from Lindsay and drank it.
"You look like you're already hammered," Lindsay said.
"I'm a little bit tipsy, but I'm not completely smashed," Izzy said, "Geoff and I got fake ID's and went into a bar."
"Nice," Heather said, "I still can't get a fake ID,"
"Yeah, same here," Gwen said, "Do you know where I can get one?"
"I know a guy who'll get 'em to you, his name's Georges St. Pierre." Izzy said, "He'll get you a fake ID for sure. What about Lindsay, do you need one?"
"Yeah sure," Lindsay said, "So… continue with your story, it was starting to sound interesting."
"So anyways, I only got a little tipsy, but Geoff was like completely fucking smashed. He met these two twenty-something girls there who kept getting him more and more booze once he was over the limit that the bartender would give. Eventually they got him to throw up all over one guy who had been hitting on them and grabbing their boobs the entire time. Then they took him back to their place, and… well, I never actually bothered to check out what was going on, but I'm about 99.994% sure that they had some really drunk, sloppy sex."
"Lucky cunt," Lindsay said.
"Yeah, and the thing was he was acting like a complete dork the entire time. Like, I think he honestly said some of the stupidest things I've ever heard anyone ever say… of course he was totally hammered."
"Like what?"
"Like commenting openly about the girls tits and asses and whatnot," Izzy said, "Pass the spliff?"
"I heard you're living at Gwen's house now, Heather." Izzy said.
"I'm not; I'm going back to my dad's house once he cools down. I called him yesterday but he still seemed pretty pissed… about something that happened 6 before then."
"That's fucking pathetic," Lindsay said.
"Tell me about it."
"Why was he mad at you anyways?"
"Because he caught me masturbating, and he also saw that I'd been on Skype and Facebook a lot lately," Heather said, "Dude just can't deal with the fact that his 'little girl' is 15 now and doesn't want to be like him."
"My parents are never around anyways," Izzy said, "So I can basically do whatever the fuck I want. I'm proud of myself for actually showing up to school sometimes."
"Yeah, sometimes; you show up like once, sometimes twice, a week. It's a miracle you managed to pass Grade 9."
"That's because Grade 9 is hilariously easily, I mean, Lindsay you got an 83% average, and you're kind of an idiot."
"Thanks Izzy, I really appreciate that."
"Oh by the way, Lindsay," Izzy said, "I should probably tell you that Trent's fucking your mom."
"Leanne? Why am I not surprised?"
"Yeah, I saw him at the bar with me and Geoff, and he was with Leanne."
That was when Gwen realized who she saw when she was at the movies with Tyler, "Yeah, I saw them at the theatre during me and Tyler's first date." She said.
"Speaking of you and Tyler's first date," Izzy said, "Why the fuck are you dating Tyler?"
"That's exactly what I was wondering," Heather said.
"Yeah, and you said that we wouldn't talk about it again tonight," Gwen said.
"Yeah, but now Izzy brought it up; and…"
"Heather…"
"Fine."
Lindsay's cell phone started vibrating; she picked it up and saw Rudy's number.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey Lindsay, it's me, Rudy."
"I know… I have your number saved. What's new?"
"Well… Ashley told me that she wants to give me a rim-job… what the fuck is a rim-job?"
Lindsay started laughing, not just chuckling this time, but laughing so hard that she sounded like she was gonna choke.
"What's so funny?"
"Kid, I think you're in way over your head with this one."
"OK, well… can you give me some fucking advice? I'm kinda desperate here."
"I could tell you… but I think it'd be better if you learn the good way. So… I'm hanging up now, bye."
"Lindsay, you're a dick!" Rudy said, but Lindsay hung up.
"Gwen," Lindsay said, "You're little brother's growing up."
"Yeah… I'm kinda worried about him though."
"Meh… he should be alright. And if right now is any indication of the future, he's gonna be a ladies man."
Later that night… or morning
Lindsay woke up, checked her cell phone and saw that it was about 2 am.
Fuck, she thought, I don't wanna be awake at 2 am… especially on a school night. And Amber's gonna kill me… well, I was out past curfew before I moved to Amber's place, so why not now. Then again… I don't really have a set time when I'm supposed to be home, I'm just supposed to "be responsible." Anyways…
She was about to try and go back to sleep, when she heard some sounds in the distance. She looked back at Izzy and saw that she was fast asleep, so she couldn't ask her if those sounds were real or simply in her head. Izzy looked cute while she was sleeping… Lindsay had a split second urge to just start fucking her, but convinced herself that would be a horrible idea. After getting that idea out of her head, she refocused on the noise, and she knew that the only way to find out whether she was crazy or not (well, she was definitely crazy, but not in that way… maybe,) was to follow the noise.
As she moved closer, she heard that it was distinctly the voices of Gwen and Heather. She checked behind a few bushes and saw them scissoring. Lindsay attempted to leave then, and wanted to go back to sleep, but to be honest… it was starting to turn her on. Slowly she moved into the best place where she could see her friends but they couldn't see her, pulled her jeans down and began fingering herself. Quickly she realized that she was going to make a lot of noise, so she bit her tongue, not noticing the pain because she was focused on something extremely attractive.
Lindsay had had a crush on both Gwen and Heather, Gwen for a very long time, but she hadn't really thought about either of them sexually in a while and thought that her crushes had subsided. Well, she was definitely thinking about them that way now
"Oh my god Gwen, I'm gonna cum!" Heather yelled.
"Me too… let's cum together!" Gwen said.
Lindsay thought it would be extremely sexy if she came at the same time as Gwen and Heather, so she inserted an extra finger and began fingering herself faster. Her left arm was starting to hurt but she didn't notice then. However, Heather and Gwen climaxed while Lindsay was still fingering… she came a few seconds later.
When Lindsay finished, her first thought was, Ow, my tongue; her second was, I just masturbated to my two best friends… what the fuck is wrong with me? And her third and final thought was, I need to get the hell out of here, I hope they don't see me.
Fortunately for her, it appeared as if Gwen and Heather had both fallen asleep after their orgasms, so as long as she didn't do something stupid, she should be able to not look like a complete pervert… well, everyone who knew Lindsay already believed she was kind of a pervert, but it's still better not to get caught in situations like that.
Her underwear was completely soaked, so she took them off, put her jeans back on, and found a somewhat comfortable place on the grass, near Izzy and where she was before, and tried to fall back to sleep.
How the hell did I fall asleep on this? Lindsay thought.
Time: 11 September 2007
Lindsay woke up when her phone started vibrating.
"Hello?" She said.
"Lemme guess," Amber's voice said, "You were either at a party, or hanging out with some friends, you had too much to smoke and/or drink and you fell asleep somewhere on their property."
"Yeah, pretty much. How pissed are you?"
"Lindsay, I'm not your mom. And besides, shit happens anyway, I just feel that I should treat you like an adult… and if this is the worst thing you end up doing, then I'd say you're a pretty fucking good person."
"Are you gonna drive me to school?"
"Whose house are you at?"
"Gwen Morrow's."
"I'll be there in a few minutes… meet me out front."
"You should probably bring a change of clothes, I'm sweating like a motherfucker right now."
"Can do. Alright, see you then."
"Bye."
Just as Lindsay hung up the phone, she got another call, she saw it was Rudy's number again.
"Hey Rudy."
No answer.
"Hello Rudy… how was your date last night."
Once again, no answer.
"Well what was the point in calling me if you weren't going to tell me something?"
Maybe this is just a pocket call and I'm making myself look like a complete fucking moron right now, Lindsay thought, but Rudy answered.
"Ashley…"
"Yeah, what about her? Did you break up?"
"No… she stuck her tongue… up my ass."
"Yeah," Lindsay said, "That's kinda what a rim-job is."
"Well I know that now, no thanks to you."
"You're welcome. So what else did you get last night, did she give you a blowjob? You do know what that is, right?"
"Yes, I know what a blowjob is. And no, I didn't get one, Ashley said she wants to take things slowly."
"Then why did you get a rim-job?"
"She said that her last boyfriend wouldn't let her give him one and she wanted to see what it was like. She said she liked it."
"That's cute."
"Have you ever gotten one?" Rudy asked, "A rim-job, I mean?"
"Gotten, and given," Lindsay said, "You have to understand, I've done a lot more things sexually than most High School sophomores. I've basically tried everything except the really kinky stuff. Like I've tried BDSM or gotten a Dirty Sanchez or something like that."
"BDSM? Dirty Sanchez?"
Lindsay sighed, "You'll learn someday, kid. Listen, Amber's here, so I should probably get going now. Peace."
Time: 12 September 2007
"You're fucking great." Trent told her.
"I know… I've had a lot of practice," Leanne said.
Leanne and Trent had just finished having sex in Trent's room and were both lying in bed, too alive to go to sleep and too tired to actually get up and do anything. Leanne spoke first:
"Hey Trent?"
"What?"
"I haven't met your girlfriend yet."
"Why would I introduce you to Lauren? If I told her I was seeing another woman she'd dump me for sure."
"Just tell her I'm your friend… and if she's hot I'd be down for a threesome."
"First of all, Lauren's really paranoid. Anytime I'm even talking to another girl she starts getting nervous and begins asking me questions. And secondly, there's no way Lauren would ever touch another girl."
"Even one has hot as me?"
"Even like you. Personally, I think anyone that doesn't want to fuck you is retarded, but I guess stupid people do exist."
"Anyways," Leanne said, "Do you know who Gwen Morrow and Heather Lee are? I'm pretty sure they go to your school."
"Yeah, I know who they are." Trent said, "I actually used to date Gwen, I'm pretty sure she was my girlfriend for like, 10 months or something. I had a few hook-ups with Heather too."
"Well…" Leanne whispered, "What if I told you I could arrange a foursome. You, me, and those two girls."
"I'd tell you you're batshit crazy," Trent said, "I mean, neither of them have really wanted anything to do with me since I broke up with Gwen."
"I think she still wants you," Leanne said, "They both do. And even if they don't initially, I could get them too pretty easily."
"How?"
"Well… let's just say that I know something about the two girls that, well, let's just say they'd rather not have the general public know about."
"So… you're gonna blackmail two innocent girls into having sex with you…"
"Us, Trent, having sex with us…"
"OK, so you're gonna blackmail two innocent girls into having sex with us… just for fun? Lindsay was right, you are a bad person." Trent said.
"Never said I wasn't," Leanne replied, "But you still love me anyways. Or at the very least, you still wanna fuck me anyways."
"Yeah…" Trent said.
"So? As I said, they both still want you, they just need a little inspiration, and sometimes, that has to come in the form of something which, at its face value, may seem unpleasant. In other words, sometimes you gotta use a little force, man."
"I don't know, it just doesn't feel right."
"You're over thinking it… what would you rather do, have a foursome with three sexy women, or not do it because of "morals" and "ethics".
"Well… yeah, I guess you're right." Trent said.
"That's good. One thing though, can I see a picture of Lauren."
Trent got his cell phone from his jeans pocket, and showed Leanne a naked pic of Lauren Keane.
"Break up with that bitch," Leanne said, "I know you don't want to hurt her feelings, but she's holding you back. Besides, I'd love to be your bitch." Leanne moved a little closer to Trent, making sure that her body was rubbing up against his. "Just break up with Lauren, leave the rest to me, and you'll get take three pussies to the dick in the near future. Any questions?"
"No…" Trent said, "I'll break up with her. So… what exactly is this secret thing that you know about Heather and Gwen?"
Leanne put her index finger to his lips and gently shushed him, "Baby, I made a promise to those girls that I would keep that secret. And I intend to… for now."
A/N: Well, I packed about as much drama as I possibly could into this chapter. I hope you enjoy it, because at the moment I'm studying for exams and won't be able to write as often until exams are done. So… until next time, I guess.
PS This is the first chapter of any story I've written that had over 10,000 words. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm obsessed with word count lately, but I just want people to appreciate that writing this story takes a lot of time and energy. I love doing it, but it takes time and energy nonetheless.