Chapter three
Now he had two mysteries to solve. Who was the blonde girl? And then, who jumped him in the park? Rey had shown the rose to Torrie, who started to gush about how romantic it was.
"Why don't you ever leave me roses? Or love notes? Huh?" she demanded, punching Billy playfully in the shoulder. He glared at Rey, mouthing all the terrible things he was going to do to him.
"Well, lets get back to your other problem, you definitely don't think it was Jamie anymore?" Billy asked, changing the subject. Rey shook his head.
"It wasn't him," he answered.
"How do you know?"
"Because he said he didn't do it," Rey said, getting impatient.
"You're just gonna take his word?" Billy continued.
"It wasn't him damnit! Alright? I asked him, and I believe him. He's all talk, as you said," Rey snapped. Torrie looked shocked by his outburst, but he could have cared less. They studied for the remainder of the evening in silence.
* * * * * *
"Ah, late again I see," Mr. Graham said with a smirk as Rey ran into the class.
"Sorry, Mr. Graham. I.uh-" he tried.
" Explanation not needed, nor wanted," he interrupted, putting up his hands, "Please just take your seat." Rey did so, without argument. Mr. Graham leaned in to him and handed him an envelope.
"And this was left here for you," he said and walked quickly back up to his desk. Rey looked curiously at the envelope in his hand. There was no writing on it; he laughed thinking it to be the third mystery in his already confusing life. He opened it carefully, not wanting to rip the paper.
Inside was Hershey kiss and a short note.
"Rey, Just something to help you through your day."
It wasn't signed.
* * * * * *
Rey had practically forgotten about his problems with Jamie Noble, thinking about his supposed admirer. He wondered down he hall lost in thought, running smack into Mark Calloway, or Taker as his friends called him. "Well, aren't you just the little klutz this week," the bigger football player laughed.
"Oh, sorry Taker. I didn't see you there," Rey said absently. Taker laughed even more.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna threaten your life like that bitch Jamie Noble."
"Thanks," Rey said with a smile, "Maybe you can help me with something." He showed Taker the curly writing on the note, maybe he would know who it was from.
But he just shook his head. "Who ever she is, she's got nice handwriting. Sorry I can't help ya there, though." He waved bye to his friend and continued on his way.
"Hey Mysterio, wait up!" Rey turned at the sound of his name. Trish was running after him, lugging her black sports bag.
"Hi Trish, what's up?" He asked when she had caught up. She smiled up at him, one of the few girls at their school that was shorter than him.
"Not a lot, I was just looking for someone to walk with to Art History, and since we have it together." she trailed off, he nodded.
"Lemme take that bag for you," he offered. She handed it over gratefully.
"It might seem light now, but carry it around for four periods, and then come talk to me," she laughed. They talked for the brief three-minute walk to their class, where they had to part ways, as she sat on one side of the room and he, the other.
He caught himself staring over at her, she was blonde. And very pretty. Could Trish be his "admirer"? But then there was Debra Williams; she too was blonde and pretty. But she was Steve Austin's girlfriend.
Torrie? She was blonde, definitely pretty. No, it couldn't be. She was like a sister to Rey. Stacy Keibler, very pretty, very blonde as well. He could have gone on and on, but he just couldn't picture any of these girls having a crush on him.
* * * * * *
"Not hungry tonight?" Rey's mom asked as she watched him push his food around in a circle on his plate, "I think your peas are dizzy enough."
"Huh?" he asked. She laughed and shook her head.
"How are you feeling? Do you ribs hurt?" she asked, becoming motherly and concerned.
"No, the pills are helping a lot," he shook his head. She gave him a look of concern before gathering up his plate. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower."
"That was an earth shattering announcement," she joked. He rolled his eyes and headed up to his bathroom.
He had lied, his ribs hurt, as did his head. But he wasn't one to complain. He let the hot water scald away all his cares and pain. He leaned his arms against the wall, letting the water run down his back.
When he got out, he was more than relaxed. He pulled on his drawstring pajama pants and went straight to bed, thought it was only six o'clock.
Now he had two mysteries to solve. Who was the blonde girl? And then, who jumped him in the park? Rey had shown the rose to Torrie, who started to gush about how romantic it was.
"Why don't you ever leave me roses? Or love notes? Huh?" she demanded, punching Billy playfully in the shoulder. He glared at Rey, mouthing all the terrible things he was going to do to him.
"Well, lets get back to your other problem, you definitely don't think it was Jamie anymore?" Billy asked, changing the subject. Rey shook his head.
"It wasn't him," he answered.
"How do you know?"
"Because he said he didn't do it," Rey said, getting impatient.
"You're just gonna take his word?" Billy continued.
"It wasn't him damnit! Alright? I asked him, and I believe him. He's all talk, as you said," Rey snapped. Torrie looked shocked by his outburst, but he could have cared less. They studied for the remainder of the evening in silence.
* * * * * *
"Ah, late again I see," Mr. Graham said with a smirk as Rey ran into the class.
"Sorry, Mr. Graham. I.uh-" he tried.
" Explanation not needed, nor wanted," he interrupted, putting up his hands, "Please just take your seat." Rey did so, without argument. Mr. Graham leaned in to him and handed him an envelope.
"And this was left here for you," he said and walked quickly back up to his desk. Rey looked curiously at the envelope in his hand. There was no writing on it; he laughed thinking it to be the third mystery in his already confusing life. He opened it carefully, not wanting to rip the paper.
Inside was Hershey kiss and a short note.
"Rey, Just something to help you through your day."
It wasn't signed.
* * * * * *
Rey had practically forgotten about his problems with Jamie Noble, thinking about his supposed admirer. He wondered down he hall lost in thought, running smack into Mark Calloway, or Taker as his friends called him. "Well, aren't you just the little klutz this week," the bigger football player laughed.
"Oh, sorry Taker. I didn't see you there," Rey said absently. Taker laughed even more.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna threaten your life like that bitch Jamie Noble."
"Thanks," Rey said with a smile, "Maybe you can help me with something." He showed Taker the curly writing on the note, maybe he would know who it was from.
But he just shook his head. "Who ever she is, she's got nice handwriting. Sorry I can't help ya there, though." He waved bye to his friend and continued on his way.
"Hey Mysterio, wait up!" Rey turned at the sound of his name. Trish was running after him, lugging her black sports bag.
"Hi Trish, what's up?" He asked when she had caught up. She smiled up at him, one of the few girls at their school that was shorter than him.
"Not a lot, I was just looking for someone to walk with to Art History, and since we have it together." she trailed off, he nodded.
"Lemme take that bag for you," he offered. She handed it over gratefully.
"It might seem light now, but carry it around for four periods, and then come talk to me," she laughed. They talked for the brief three-minute walk to their class, where they had to part ways, as she sat on one side of the room and he, the other.
He caught himself staring over at her, she was blonde. And very pretty. Could Trish be his "admirer"? But then there was Debra Williams; she too was blonde and pretty. But she was Steve Austin's girlfriend.
Torrie? She was blonde, definitely pretty. No, it couldn't be. She was like a sister to Rey. Stacy Keibler, very pretty, very blonde as well. He could have gone on and on, but he just couldn't picture any of these girls having a crush on him.
* * * * * *
"Not hungry tonight?" Rey's mom asked as she watched him push his food around in a circle on his plate, "I think your peas are dizzy enough."
"Huh?" he asked. She laughed and shook her head.
"How are you feeling? Do you ribs hurt?" she asked, becoming motherly and concerned.
"No, the pills are helping a lot," he shook his head. She gave him a look of concern before gathering up his plate. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower."
"That was an earth shattering announcement," she joked. He rolled his eyes and headed up to his bathroom.
He had lied, his ribs hurt, as did his head. But he wasn't one to complain. He let the hot water scald away all his cares and pain. He leaned his arms against the wall, letting the water run down his back.
When he got out, he was more than relaxed. He pulled on his drawstring pajama pants and went straight to bed, thought it was only six o'clock.