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Part 25
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Grace winced as Katie snapped at Miriam Crow, effectively cutting the girl a new asshole for making the serious mistake of trying to talk to her. Poor Miriam, Grace thought to herself. She was renowned around school for her cluelessness and it had now come to bite her in the ass. While Katie had always been known around the school for her relative friendliness – thus separating herself in a good way from the majority of the popular crowd – everyone had realized days ago that: one, it was best to stay out of Katie's way now and two, dark bags were not a good look on the dirty blonde. Everyone that was except for poor, oblivious Miriam.
"So what are some of the causes of world hunger?" Mrs. Simpson asked the class, her attention focusing on Katie who was slouched over in her chair looking barely conscious. "Ms. Singer?" she asked causing Katie to look up at her grouchily.
"I don't know," Katie replied softly without even attempting to look like she had considered the question before hanging her head back down and beginning to zone out again when Mrs. Simpson interrupted her again.
"Surely you must have at least a suggestion," Mrs. Simpson replied. She didn't understand what was going on with Katie recently, even though the girl had never really been big on handing in her homework, she was one of the best students in the class. However, lately she had been off of her game, so far off of her game that her game was like a dot to her.
"I don't know," Katie said wearily closing her eyes and wishing the woman would leave her alone. "How about your fat ass?" she continued barely aware of the gasps from the students sitting around her.
Grace shook her head as she watched Katie slouch out of the classroom, her first class ticket to the principles office firmly grasped in her hand. Grace sighed and turned away from the door as Katie's figure disappeared, her eyes returning to her notebook as she wondered what could possibly have gone so wrong between her and Jessie. The two of them had been like the perfect couple, almost sickeningly in love. To have gone from 'I see forever in your eyes' to whatever kick it was the two of them were on now just didn't make any sense to Grace, and she figured that that was the problem because it probably wasn't making any sense to them either.
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Katie's House – Three days later
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"You're mom let me in," Sarah said into the darkness of Katie's bedroom. She could hear Billie Holiday playing softly in the background and could just make out Katie's figure sprawled listlessly across the bed.
"Great, then she can let you out too," Katie muttered into the darkness, not moving an inch. Movement might have indicated some sort of interest on her part in whatever it was that had brought Sarah over, and she absolutely didn't want that to happen.
"You don't mean that," Sarah said softly, reaching over to turn on a nearby lamp. "The last thing you really want is to be alone," she continued now able to see Katie, instead of merely a mass on the bed.
"Thanks for the analysis Dr. Freud," Katie mumbled sarcastically in response as she shied away from the light Sarah just turned on. She was like a miner who'd been underground for too long suddenly exiting the shaft, and Sarah wondered how long she'd been lying there in the dark.
"Now get outta here," Katie continued oblivious to the look on concern covering the other girls face. "Go on, Am Scray," she continued impatiently, just wanting to be left alone. She missed Jessie so much that it was like even breathing took up to much effort now that her girlfriend wasn't around anymore. The first couple of days after the weekend, when she'd started giving Jessie the silent treatment, had been fine. She'd had righteous indignation to hold onto and had truly believed that things would blow over, but now it'd been a week, and it was like she was dying. She didn't want to eat, or talk or do anything. She was just sad.
Sarah walked over to the bed, the idea of actually leaving Katie alone not even occurring to her, and sat down on the edge of it watching Katie sadly. She looked like shit, just like she had for day upon days. This wasn't like Katie she'd never seen the other girl so upset, it seemed wrong somehow, like it was against nature. Katie was a person naturally acclimated to the light; the darkness didn't suit her at all in Sarah's eyes. She wanted Katie to smile again, and she wanted to be the one to cause it. She would bring back the light.
"You can act as tough as you want, but I'm not leaving," Sarah said softly.
"Suit yourself," Katie muttered covering her head with a pillow so that she wouldn't have to listen to Sarah's pseudo-psychology new age-y bullshit anymore. All she wanted to do was sleep, and brood, and wallow in self- pity while cursing herself, and she could do all of that just was well with Sarah there as she could alone.
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Katie licked the skin beneath her lips, moaning as she felt a hand begin to slip under her shirt, tracing her skin lightly. "Jessie," she mumbled against the salty skin of the neck her lips were attached to, pressing soft kisses along it as she felt the hand under her shirt begin to slip further up. Jessie, Jessie, Jessie her mind sung deliriously.
"Jessie," she said again, gasping this time as the hand cupped her breast massaging it lightly. "I love you so much," she whispered reverently pressing herself into the hand that had stopped moving.
The hand began to move again a second later, but the slight hesitation was enough for the haze surrounding Katie to begin to lift and for the first time since the touching started she began to become aware of her surrounding, and the more she did, the more she knew that something was seriously amiss. Jessie?
The scent of the body above her was wrong, the hands pressed against her body weren't nearly delicate enough, the body itself felt larger, and the hair was too long … and dark. Then it all started to come back to her, Sarah showing up uninvited and sitting on the bed, her ignoring her and trying to go to sleep completely exhausted from all of the weeks emotional stress, and a dream of Jessie where they hadn't been fighting and everything was perfect and Jessie was kissing her.
Katie bucked up violently, dislodging the body on top of her and rolled off of her bed, standing up and turning around to stare down at Sarah like she'd never seen her before. She wanted to start brushing off her body, or jump into a lake. Dirty, she felt dirty.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!" Katie whispered harshly, anger settling in over her now that the shock of the situation had worn off.
"I didn't do anything," Sarah responded as Katie stalked toward her and yanked her off the bed. Ripping her hand out of Katie's grasp she continued to speak, her voice high and defensive. "You started it. I was just sitting there waiting for you to wake up when you wrapped yourself around me and started to kiss me," she went on looking at Katie as she blinked back tears.
"Don't give me that," Kate responded acerbically glaring over that the other girl. "You knew I was thinking about her, not you," she continued accusingly remembering very well what she had said when Sarah's hand had paused, and that it had paused before she'd tried to keep on going. She distinctly remembered saying Jessie's name, so Sarah had to have heard and decided that it didn't matter that she was half unconscious and thinking about someone else.
"Come on, Kate," Sarah said realizing that she was in a very precarious position. She hadn't intended to start anything with Katie, at least not like that, and she had tried to resist when Katie had started to kiss her, she'd really meant to stop it. But, Katie had been so tender and passionate, so loving that she couldn't help but give in. Nothing she and Katie had shared in the summer and for those few months in the fall had been anything like what had just happened, the past had been like a shadow, a whisper in the wind. She'd been swept up in the magic of it all, the beauty of it, the purity of emotion, ecstatic at the thought she was sharing this with Katie. And then she'd heard Jessie's name fall adoringly from Katie's lips. That's when she had realized that Katie didn't even know who she was with, but by then it had stopped mattering to her because everything that she had dreamed since that first day Katie had smiled at her was finally coming true, and even though it wasn't exactly what she had hoped for it was enough. It was good enough and she couldn't stop herself from taking it. "It wasn't so bad," she continued imploringly. "Didn't it feel good?"
Katie paced back away from her towards the back of the room, running an agitated hand through her hair, before finally turning around to face Sarah again, to face her for the last time. "Go. Now," she ground out softly, but viscerally, trying valiantly to stop herself from walking across the room and throttling Sarah were she stood. "And don't come back, and don't talk to me. Ever. Again," she finished dropping her head down and turning her back to Sarah.
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Part 25
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Grace winced as Katie snapped at Miriam Crow, effectively cutting the girl a new asshole for making the serious mistake of trying to talk to her. Poor Miriam, Grace thought to herself. She was renowned around school for her cluelessness and it had now come to bite her in the ass. While Katie had always been known around the school for her relative friendliness – thus separating herself in a good way from the majority of the popular crowd – everyone had realized days ago that: one, it was best to stay out of Katie's way now and two, dark bags were not a good look on the dirty blonde. Everyone that was except for poor, oblivious Miriam.
"So what are some of the causes of world hunger?" Mrs. Simpson asked the class, her attention focusing on Katie who was slouched over in her chair looking barely conscious. "Ms. Singer?" she asked causing Katie to look up at her grouchily.
"I don't know," Katie replied softly without even attempting to look like she had considered the question before hanging her head back down and beginning to zone out again when Mrs. Simpson interrupted her again.
"Surely you must have at least a suggestion," Mrs. Simpson replied. She didn't understand what was going on with Katie recently, even though the girl had never really been big on handing in her homework, she was one of the best students in the class. However, lately she had been off of her game, so far off of her game that her game was like a dot to her.
"I don't know," Katie said wearily closing her eyes and wishing the woman would leave her alone. "How about your fat ass?" she continued barely aware of the gasps from the students sitting around her.
Grace shook her head as she watched Katie slouch out of the classroom, her first class ticket to the principles office firmly grasped in her hand. Grace sighed and turned away from the door as Katie's figure disappeared, her eyes returning to her notebook as she wondered what could possibly have gone so wrong between her and Jessie. The two of them had been like the perfect couple, almost sickeningly in love. To have gone from 'I see forever in your eyes' to whatever kick it was the two of them were on now just didn't make any sense to Grace, and she figured that that was the problem because it probably wasn't making any sense to them either.
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Katie's House – Three days later
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"You're mom let me in," Sarah said into the darkness of Katie's bedroom. She could hear Billie Holiday playing softly in the background and could just make out Katie's figure sprawled listlessly across the bed.
"Great, then she can let you out too," Katie muttered into the darkness, not moving an inch. Movement might have indicated some sort of interest on her part in whatever it was that had brought Sarah over, and she absolutely didn't want that to happen.
"You don't mean that," Sarah said softly, reaching over to turn on a nearby lamp. "The last thing you really want is to be alone," she continued now able to see Katie, instead of merely a mass on the bed.
"Thanks for the analysis Dr. Freud," Katie mumbled sarcastically in response as she shied away from the light Sarah just turned on. She was like a miner who'd been underground for too long suddenly exiting the shaft, and Sarah wondered how long she'd been lying there in the dark.
"Now get outta here," Katie continued oblivious to the look on concern covering the other girls face. "Go on, Am Scray," she continued impatiently, just wanting to be left alone. She missed Jessie so much that it was like even breathing took up to much effort now that her girlfriend wasn't around anymore. The first couple of days after the weekend, when she'd started giving Jessie the silent treatment, had been fine. She'd had righteous indignation to hold onto and had truly believed that things would blow over, but now it'd been a week, and it was like she was dying. She didn't want to eat, or talk or do anything. She was just sad.
Sarah walked over to the bed, the idea of actually leaving Katie alone not even occurring to her, and sat down on the edge of it watching Katie sadly. She looked like shit, just like she had for day upon days. This wasn't like Katie she'd never seen the other girl so upset, it seemed wrong somehow, like it was against nature. Katie was a person naturally acclimated to the light; the darkness didn't suit her at all in Sarah's eyes. She wanted Katie to smile again, and she wanted to be the one to cause it. She would bring back the light.
"You can act as tough as you want, but I'm not leaving," Sarah said softly.
"Suit yourself," Katie muttered covering her head with a pillow so that she wouldn't have to listen to Sarah's pseudo-psychology new age-y bullshit anymore. All she wanted to do was sleep, and brood, and wallow in self- pity while cursing herself, and she could do all of that just was well with Sarah there as she could alone.
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Katie licked the skin beneath her lips, moaning as she felt a hand begin to slip under her shirt, tracing her skin lightly. "Jessie," she mumbled against the salty skin of the neck her lips were attached to, pressing soft kisses along it as she felt the hand under her shirt begin to slip further up. Jessie, Jessie, Jessie her mind sung deliriously.
"Jessie," she said again, gasping this time as the hand cupped her breast massaging it lightly. "I love you so much," she whispered reverently pressing herself into the hand that had stopped moving.
The hand began to move again a second later, but the slight hesitation was enough for the haze surrounding Katie to begin to lift and for the first time since the touching started she began to become aware of her surrounding, and the more she did, the more she knew that something was seriously amiss. Jessie?
The scent of the body above her was wrong, the hands pressed against her body weren't nearly delicate enough, the body itself felt larger, and the hair was too long … and dark. Then it all started to come back to her, Sarah showing up uninvited and sitting on the bed, her ignoring her and trying to go to sleep completely exhausted from all of the weeks emotional stress, and a dream of Jessie where they hadn't been fighting and everything was perfect and Jessie was kissing her.
Katie bucked up violently, dislodging the body on top of her and rolled off of her bed, standing up and turning around to stare down at Sarah like she'd never seen her before. She wanted to start brushing off her body, or jump into a lake. Dirty, she felt dirty.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!" Katie whispered harshly, anger settling in over her now that the shock of the situation had worn off.
"I didn't do anything," Sarah responded as Katie stalked toward her and yanked her off the bed. Ripping her hand out of Katie's grasp she continued to speak, her voice high and defensive. "You started it. I was just sitting there waiting for you to wake up when you wrapped yourself around me and started to kiss me," she went on looking at Katie as she blinked back tears.
"Don't give me that," Kate responded acerbically glaring over that the other girl. "You knew I was thinking about her, not you," she continued accusingly remembering very well what she had said when Sarah's hand had paused, and that it had paused before she'd tried to keep on going. She distinctly remembered saying Jessie's name, so Sarah had to have heard and decided that it didn't matter that she was half unconscious and thinking about someone else.
"Come on, Kate," Sarah said realizing that she was in a very precarious position. She hadn't intended to start anything with Katie, at least not like that, and she had tried to resist when Katie had started to kiss her, she'd really meant to stop it. But, Katie had been so tender and passionate, so loving that she couldn't help but give in. Nothing she and Katie had shared in the summer and for those few months in the fall had been anything like what had just happened, the past had been like a shadow, a whisper in the wind. She'd been swept up in the magic of it all, the beauty of it, the purity of emotion, ecstatic at the thought she was sharing this with Katie. And then she'd heard Jessie's name fall adoringly from Katie's lips. That's when she had realized that Katie didn't even know who she was with, but by then it had stopped mattering to her because everything that she had dreamed since that first day Katie had smiled at her was finally coming true, and even though it wasn't exactly what she had hoped for it was enough. It was good enough and she couldn't stop herself from taking it. "It wasn't so bad," she continued imploringly. "Didn't it feel good?"
Katie paced back away from her towards the back of the room, running an agitated hand through her hair, before finally turning around to face Sarah again, to face her for the last time. "Go. Now," she ground out softly, but viscerally, trying valiantly to stop herself from walking across the room and throttling Sarah were she stood. "And don't come back, and don't talk to me. Ever. Again," she finished dropping her head down and turning her back to Sarah.
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