disclaimer: Lecter ain't mine, so there! Don't sue, pleeease? by the way, Clyde and Nicky say hi.
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We got to the parking lot still intact and jumped into Nicky's jeep. Clyde was at the wheel.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I don't know and I don't give a fuck as long as it's far, far away from here!" Nicole shouted.
"Look, I'm driving us to Jam's house, it's nearest. Call Chick. Tell her to meet us there." Good ol' Clyde. Always takes charge of the situation.
"Uhh, guys?"
"What now, Gunner?" Clyde asked as she was pulling out the parking lot. Nicole was looking over her shoulder as she dialed Chick's cell number.
"What about Fred?"
"Let him get eaten. Dumb fuck should never have ran his cowardly ass out the room." As Nicky started to scream frantically into her phone, I leaned my head back into the seat and closed my eyes.
When we got to Jam's, Chick was already there. Jam shoved a bottle of tequila at me.
"Don't talk, just drink." I took a long swig, and let the warmth course through my veins. It was useless. I still hadn't calmed down. I took another, and another. Not minding that there was no salt nor lime, not caring about the strength of the liquid, so potent it made my eyes water. I collapsed into a chair.
"Okay, let me get this straight. From what I could decipher of Nicky's hysterical ramblings, we have a teacher who looks exactly like Hannibal Lecter."
"No, you moron!!! Hannibal Lecter IS our teacher!!!" Nicky was starting to scream again.
"He's using the name doctor Fell. Does that ring any fucking bells?" Clyde was the calmer of the two. Chick gave us a blank look. "In the movie, he was using that name as the curator of some museum."
"The Pallazzo Capponi," despite everything, I was still a true Lecterphile at heart. Still another blank.
"Yeah, whatever, Gunner." Clyde was exasperated now. She threw up her hands, one of which was holding a bottle of gin, spilling a little on the carpet. "Of course not. I should've known. You and loverboy were too busy playing tonsil hockey to even fucking WATCH the movie. Chick, why don't you just get the hell outta my face?"
Chicky turned to bother me. "Gunner, where's Freddy?" I shrugged. "Goddammit, where is my fucking boyfriend? Don't tell me you just left him out there!!!!"
"He bolted out the classroom," I shrugged again. "Not my fault." Right now, I was just tired, so damned tired. Chick ran out of the house. Moments later, we heard the engine of her Missubishi Pajero and the squeal of tires as she revved it up. I couldn't care less.
Just as she left, we saw a black Lamborghini Diablo pull into Jam's driveway. Tammy. Nicole must've told her what happened.
The door burst open, and in strolled Tammy. If there was anyone in our mad, sick, demented universe who made sense, it was Tammy. She pulled three bottles of Absolut out of her bag. One of the things I loved about my country was that there was no legal drinking age. We could get drunk wherever, and whenever, as long as we weren't in school. Tammy sat directly in front of me.
"So, Gunner. Nicole's told me everything she knows.:
"And that is….?" I replied gloomily.
"That last night you went out drinking, then watched the movie. You acted like total shits, and now Hannibal Lecter is subbing for Mr. Sifter." She arched a brow. "Did I leave out anything?"
"No, no. that's just about it." This was not helping. But somehow, Tammy's calmness in the midst of all this chaos gave me something to hold on to.
"Okay, what I need to know is, you're the resident Lecterphile here, right?"
"Yeah." Where was this heading?
"And you know everything there is to know about the doctor, his habits, likes, dislikes, pet peeves, etc?"
"Not everything." I was sinking deeper into the alcohol-induced haze. "Just most of it. Tam, what am I going to do?"
"No Gunner," she gently pried the bottle out of my grasp. "The question is, what are WE going to do?" I immediately felt better just hearing those words. Still... I reached for the vodka. She opened it for me. Jam and Nicole were nowhere to be found.
"Now, what things piss him off?"
"Being rude." I waved my hand as I spoke. "Bad table manners, the like."
"I don't see you guys having that problem. I mean, we're all pretty decent until we've had a drink. Or three." She grinned.
Nicole and Jam came down the stairs. Nicky didn't seem to be doing too well. "Sorry guys," she said. "I kinda threw up."
Jam helped her get seated, and gave her my tequila. "Look y'all just stay here, and me and Bo will go get your cars. Okay? Gunner, throw me the keys. You too, Clyde." I rummaged around in my pockets, then tossed the keys at her. Clyde did the same. Tammy stood up and started to speak.
"Look, the way I see it, there is nothing we can do except try to live with it, and I do mean LIVE. Pardon the pun." Nicole smiled feebly, Clyde groaned. "So what are we waiting for? Let's start drinkin'! Clyde, pass me that vodka, Gunner, wipe that expression off your sorry-ass face, Nicky, what the fuck is wrong with you, girl?" in spite of everything, I found myself laughing along with them. Everything was almost back to normal.
The next day, doctor Lecter's class wasn't in our schedule. Our school followed the M-sked, T-sked system, which meant that each class was only taken once every other day. Thank God for that. The vastness of our campus made allowances for the avoidance of certain people. It was a little over six, and most of the people had already gone home, except those who were taking night classes. Clyde and company left hours earlier, leaving me, as I still had two more classes. I was on my way home when I realised that I had left my beloved binder in the Chemistry lab on the fifth floor. I was not looking forward to going up and getting it. But still, a girl's gotta do what a girl's got to do.
Huffing and puffing from my long climb, I reached the laboratory only to find it locked. Boy was I pissed.
"Fuckfucketyfuck!!!! I need to get that damn binder!!!!' I kicked at the door with no success whatsoever. Wait, there was a light down the hall. Maybe someone there had a key. I walked over to the door and knocked. It was opened by the last person on earth I wanted to be alone with at the moment. Doctor Lecter.
He was wearing a white shirt, top two buttons opened for comfort, and black trousers. He held a bottle of wine in his left hand, and the door with his right.
"Ah miss DeLa Vega. What may I do for you at this rather late hour?" he enquired politely.
I fainted.
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ey.... i got part four all done, but you'll just have to wait for it, or keep on feeding my review-hungry appetite. if you feel the urge to flame me, try to do it via e-mail, okey-dokey?
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We got to the parking lot still intact and jumped into Nicky's jeep. Clyde was at the wheel.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I don't know and I don't give a fuck as long as it's far, far away from here!" Nicole shouted.
"Look, I'm driving us to Jam's house, it's nearest. Call Chick. Tell her to meet us there." Good ol' Clyde. Always takes charge of the situation.
"Uhh, guys?"
"What now, Gunner?" Clyde asked as she was pulling out the parking lot. Nicole was looking over her shoulder as she dialed Chick's cell number.
"What about Fred?"
"Let him get eaten. Dumb fuck should never have ran his cowardly ass out the room." As Nicky started to scream frantically into her phone, I leaned my head back into the seat and closed my eyes.
When we got to Jam's, Chick was already there. Jam shoved a bottle of tequila at me.
"Don't talk, just drink." I took a long swig, and let the warmth course through my veins. It was useless. I still hadn't calmed down. I took another, and another. Not minding that there was no salt nor lime, not caring about the strength of the liquid, so potent it made my eyes water. I collapsed into a chair.
"Okay, let me get this straight. From what I could decipher of Nicky's hysterical ramblings, we have a teacher who looks exactly like Hannibal Lecter."
"No, you moron!!! Hannibal Lecter IS our teacher!!!" Nicky was starting to scream again.
"He's using the name doctor Fell. Does that ring any fucking bells?" Clyde was the calmer of the two. Chick gave us a blank look. "In the movie, he was using that name as the curator of some museum."
"The Pallazzo Capponi," despite everything, I was still a true Lecterphile at heart. Still another blank.
"Yeah, whatever, Gunner." Clyde was exasperated now. She threw up her hands, one of which was holding a bottle of gin, spilling a little on the carpet. "Of course not. I should've known. You and loverboy were too busy playing tonsil hockey to even fucking WATCH the movie. Chick, why don't you just get the hell outta my face?"
Chicky turned to bother me. "Gunner, where's Freddy?" I shrugged. "Goddammit, where is my fucking boyfriend? Don't tell me you just left him out there!!!!"
"He bolted out the classroom," I shrugged again. "Not my fault." Right now, I was just tired, so damned tired. Chick ran out of the house. Moments later, we heard the engine of her Missubishi Pajero and the squeal of tires as she revved it up. I couldn't care less.
Just as she left, we saw a black Lamborghini Diablo pull into Jam's driveway. Tammy. Nicole must've told her what happened.
The door burst open, and in strolled Tammy. If there was anyone in our mad, sick, demented universe who made sense, it was Tammy. She pulled three bottles of Absolut out of her bag. One of the things I loved about my country was that there was no legal drinking age. We could get drunk wherever, and whenever, as long as we weren't in school. Tammy sat directly in front of me.
"So, Gunner. Nicole's told me everything she knows.:
"And that is….?" I replied gloomily.
"That last night you went out drinking, then watched the movie. You acted like total shits, and now Hannibal Lecter is subbing for Mr. Sifter." She arched a brow. "Did I leave out anything?"
"No, no. that's just about it." This was not helping. But somehow, Tammy's calmness in the midst of all this chaos gave me something to hold on to.
"Okay, what I need to know is, you're the resident Lecterphile here, right?"
"Yeah." Where was this heading?
"And you know everything there is to know about the doctor, his habits, likes, dislikes, pet peeves, etc?"
"Not everything." I was sinking deeper into the alcohol-induced haze. "Just most of it. Tam, what am I going to do?"
"No Gunner," she gently pried the bottle out of my grasp. "The question is, what are WE going to do?" I immediately felt better just hearing those words. Still... I reached for the vodka. She opened it for me. Jam and Nicole were nowhere to be found.
"Now, what things piss him off?"
"Being rude." I waved my hand as I spoke. "Bad table manners, the like."
"I don't see you guys having that problem. I mean, we're all pretty decent until we've had a drink. Or three." She grinned.
Nicole and Jam came down the stairs. Nicky didn't seem to be doing too well. "Sorry guys," she said. "I kinda threw up."
Jam helped her get seated, and gave her my tequila. "Look y'all just stay here, and me and Bo will go get your cars. Okay? Gunner, throw me the keys. You too, Clyde." I rummaged around in my pockets, then tossed the keys at her. Clyde did the same. Tammy stood up and started to speak.
"Look, the way I see it, there is nothing we can do except try to live with it, and I do mean LIVE. Pardon the pun." Nicole smiled feebly, Clyde groaned. "So what are we waiting for? Let's start drinkin'! Clyde, pass me that vodka, Gunner, wipe that expression off your sorry-ass face, Nicky, what the fuck is wrong with you, girl?" in spite of everything, I found myself laughing along with them. Everything was almost back to normal.
The next day, doctor Lecter's class wasn't in our schedule. Our school followed the M-sked, T-sked system, which meant that each class was only taken once every other day. Thank God for that. The vastness of our campus made allowances for the avoidance of certain people. It was a little over six, and most of the people had already gone home, except those who were taking night classes. Clyde and company left hours earlier, leaving me, as I still had two more classes. I was on my way home when I realised that I had left my beloved binder in the Chemistry lab on the fifth floor. I was not looking forward to going up and getting it. But still, a girl's gotta do what a girl's got to do.
Huffing and puffing from my long climb, I reached the laboratory only to find it locked. Boy was I pissed.
"Fuckfucketyfuck!!!! I need to get that damn binder!!!!' I kicked at the door with no success whatsoever. Wait, there was a light down the hall. Maybe someone there had a key. I walked over to the door and knocked. It was opened by the last person on earth I wanted to be alone with at the moment. Doctor Lecter.
He was wearing a white shirt, top two buttons opened for comfort, and black trousers. He held a bottle of wine in his left hand, and the door with his right.
"Ah miss DeLa Vega. What may I do for you at this rather late hour?" he enquired politely.
I fainted.
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ey.... i got part four all done, but you'll just have to wait for it, or keep on feeding my review-hungry appetite. if you feel the urge to flame me, try to do it via e-mail, okey-dokey?