#Author's Note# Sorry there is so much cursing in this story. Most of it is very coarse. Believe me, I don't cuss quite as much as I make the characters do in this story. But, seeing as how this story deals with "grown-up" situations and issues, I think that the characters should be allowed a little slack for having a less-than-squeaky-clean vocabulary, like they do on the show. Okay, jumps off her soapbox on with the show!
Disclaimer: I don't own the show; I only own this story. I'm not making any money off of it, either, so a lawsuit would not be appreciated. Thanks. =o)
Val mentally held her breath as she backed away from Jamie
somewhat and quickly flipped up his shirt. She knew that it was stupid to
believe that what she'd seen in her nightmare had really occurred, but the
bruise on Jamie's face just where the man in her dream had punched him was just
too much of a coincidence for Val to ignore. She knew that if there was nothing
there, no bruises or scratches to mar his flat, muscular torso, that he would
think that she was crazy. Hell, he'd probably think she was a freak after this
incident whether she was correct about his abuse or not. She was correct. She
saw his eyes widen in surprise, and the expression on his face clearly revealed
what he was thinking. 'How did she know?' was his first thought. 'What do I do
about it?' was the second. "How did you know?" he asked quietly. Val averted
her head. 'Should I tell him?' she wondered. 'No' she thought. 'He probably won't
believe me anyway.' She was startled when he came closer to her and lightly placed
one of his hands on her shoulder. He used the other to gently maneuver her face
towards his, lifting her chin a little so that she was peering up at him. "Please,
tell me," he pleaded. "I have to know how you found out," he continued, looking
into her sky-blue eyes with his deep, dark, intense mahogany depths. Whatever
she'd expected him to do, she'd never thought that he would do that. She wasn't
prepared for him coming that close to her, speaking to her in that quiet,
vulnerable voice, invading her senses like he did. "Jamie, I," she began,
prepared to tell him everything. Bright light invaded the darkness suddenly,
destroying the moment and making Jamie and Val both blink at the sudden light
and turn towards the now-open door and the petite figure that stood there. "What
the hell is going on here?" screeched the form. 'Oh shit' thought Jamie. 'Damn'
thought Val. "Caitie," said the dark
rebel and the sunny cheerleader.
Caitie felt sick. She'd just caught
her two best friends, one of which she had a major crush on, in a janitor's
closet, making out. Or worse. "You know, I don't even want to hear it," she
said. "I can't believe you two," she yelled. She spun around and stomped off,
leaving Val and Jamie still in the closet, though now everybody in the entire
hall was watching them. 'Great' thought Val. 'The whole school will be talking
about how Jamie and I were doing God-knows-what in that closet by lunchtime.'
She grimaced. 'And now we have a lot of explaining to do, to both Caitie and
Tyler.' Suddenly Val felt very, very tired. She turned to Jamie and said
quietly, in a voice only loud enough for him to hear, "We'll talk about this
later, at the EMS station. We have a lot to get cleared up." And with that the
bell rang, and she slipped out of the closet, more embarrassed than she'd ever
been in her life as she passed groups of gossiping schoolmates. 'I have a
feeling I shouldn't have come to school today' thought Jamie, closing the door
to the closet and hurrying to his next class.
#Author's Note# Sorry this chapter is so short. I would have made it longer, but that would have taken more time, and I know that you all want instant gratification (at least *I* do). Okay, I'll try to get the new chapter out as soon as I can. End transmission.