Frozen
Chapter Two- The Final Straw
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" Here, hold this" Cara handed him a small test tube. Ironically, or alphabetically, Bobby and Cara were assigned as partners for the chemistry mid-term. She was smart, well, smarter than him. If he stood there and at least pretended to know what he was doing, passing wasn't a problem. Luckily, she made it look better.
Though the teacher, Mrs. Carter was suspicious of his actions yet gleamed with pride at Cara's work, as always. " Perhaps you can change the burner temperatures, Robert" that tone, she wanted to catch him at his own game.
Caught, buying time, he read Cara's lips from the corner of his eye, " yeah, uh, two seventy five".
" Two ninety" Cara coughed.
" Nice correction Miss Gabrielle" Cara shot him a sympathedic grin, " if the temperature gets too cold, the chemicals will combust".
" That means they'll explode" Cara commented towards Bobby, who stuck out his tongue.
" Cara, please watch Robert, we don't want any unnecessary accidents".
The mixture of anxeity and pressure twisted his nerves and racked his mind. He leaned over the counter oppisite Mrs. Carter, and Cara right behind him. His hands desperatly fixed on the hanging test tube and the burnes termperature gauge, sliding in both directions. Cara's hands slipped around his waist by the top of his jeans. The muscles in his lower stomach instantly clenched as her fingers danced past his shirt. If concentration was hard enough, this was killing him. When her hand moved below his bellybutton, Bobby yelped, the test tube shattered beneath his fingers.
" Shit!" he yelled.
Cara backed away as Mrs. Carter examined the destruction, " call the janitor, hurry!" she was the one who ran to the classroom phone. " Can't you do anything right?".
" It was an accident".
Luckily Cara retruned just on time for his defense, " Mrs. Carter, it's my fault. I was distracting him" she tried to hide her smile.
" I was expecting better results from you Cara. Perhaps the choice of people in your atmosphere is a bad one" she eyed him, " I want the two of you down in the office now".
They agreed, and nearly stumbled over each other out of the room before their laughter got too out of control. Once in the hallway, the two fell to the floor laughing.
" That was worth any failing grade" Cara giggled, " if I knew you were going to turn the knob counter clockwise, I would have tickled you on the other side".
Bobby attempted to cease his laughter, " but I didn't, when I jumped, I twisted it the other way".
" So that would have made the temperature rise" he nodded, " but the chemicals exploaded, that would have only happened if they were cooled".
He shrugged, laughing, " I probably did that wrong too. I don't see how she's Mrs. Carter, who'd want to marry her?".
Cara crawled to where she was sitting, positioning herself between his legs. " You can answer her question, there's one thing you can do right" she gently kissed him, a little deeper by each second. But, before she had the chance to continue her previous actions, Cara jerked away. " Are you sick, you're ice cold".
" Sorry" he muttered.
She softly smiled, placing a hand over his cheek, ignoring the bitter chill, " look on the birght side, if things go to hell at home, you got me. You'll always have me".
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The school's office was never a destination, Bobby and Cara skipped the remainder of the day and went to her house. Her parentless house that is. He returned to his own home, his own parents at dusk, knowing what he was about to face the moment he opened the front door.The staircase was across the entry hall from the living room, the current sitting location of his motionless parents. That wasn't a good sign.
" Robert" that was a wrose sign, " can you come here for a moment?".
Carefully, he stood in the doorway, knowing the wrost and hoping for the best. " Yeah?" and of course the blistering silence.
" Your chemistry teacher called earlier" Jackie stood, " told us that you failed the mid-term, and that we owe over a hundred dollars in replacing school equipment you destroyed".
" Sorry" he said without any emotion, " it was an accident".
Typical for Rick to voluntairly speak if he was verbally attacking one of his sons, especially Bobby. " There's no such thing as accidents, just mistakes".
" Then it was a mistake".
Jackie sighed, " you lied to us, you told us you studied for that exam".
He shrugged, " whether I did or not, there's nothing in the book about preventing an accident. Or should I say, a mistake" he quickly glanced at his dad.
" You should be more careful".
" You should talk".
Very rarely Bobby would talk back to either one of his parents, but especially his mom. He'd usually wait until out of earshot to mutter comments under his breath, but this time it couldn't wait. His mom turned pale and took on the looks of a stone statue. Even at seventeen, she'd still slap him. " Go to your room, we'll disscuss this in the morning". By that tone, she had been insulted enough to not bother touching him.
" Can't wait" he muttered, running up the staircase before someone found something else to say.
Ronny had been leaning over the railing in the upstairs hallway, eaves dropping. He found the perfect chance to further more taunt his older brother and wasn't going to it go. " The end of a perfect day would be you getting Cara pregnant".
Bobby snapped and slamed his brother against the wall, pinning him there by the neck. Ronny had the loof of fear and encouragment glaring back at him. The anger running through his veins caused his arms to turn cold. He watched his skin, as it slowly tinted to pale blue, darker, then a little darker. His fingers went numb, so did the skin on his brothers neck. Not that he cared about not killing Ronny, but Bobby dropped him and stormed into his room, grabbing the phone the second he was in reach.
" Cara, I really need your help".
Chapter Two- The Final Straw
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" Here, hold this" Cara handed him a small test tube. Ironically, or alphabetically, Bobby and Cara were assigned as partners for the chemistry mid-term. She was smart, well, smarter than him. If he stood there and at least pretended to know what he was doing, passing wasn't a problem. Luckily, she made it look better.
Though the teacher, Mrs. Carter was suspicious of his actions yet gleamed with pride at Cara's work, as always. " Perhaps you can change the burner temperatures, Robert" that tone, she wanted to catch him at his own game.
Caught, buying time, he read Cara's lips from the corner of his eye, " yeah, uh, two seventy five".
" Two ninety" Cara coughed.
" Nice correction Miss Gabrielle" Cara shot him a sympathedic grin, " if the temperature gets too cold, the chemicals will combust".
" That means they'll explode" Cara commented towards Bobby, who stuck out his tongue.
" Cara, please watch Robert, we don't want any unnecessary accidents".
The mixture of anxeity and pressure twisted his nerves and racked his mind. He leaned over the counter oppisite Mrs. Carter, and Cara right behind him. His hands desperatly fixed on the hanging test tube and the burnes termperature gauge, sliding in both directions. Cara's hands slipped around his waist by the top of his jeans. The muscles in his lower stomach instantly clenched as her fingers danced past his shirt. If concentration was hard enough, this was killing him. When her hand moved below his bellybutton, Bobby yelped, the test tube shattered beneath his fingers.
" Shit!" he yelled.
Cara backed away as Mrs. Carter examined the destruction, " call the janitor, hurry!" she was the one who ran to the classroom phone. " Can't you do anything right?".
" It was an accident".
Luckily Cara retruned just on time for his defense, " Mrs. Carter, it's my fault. I was distracting him" she tried to hide her smile.
" I was expecting better results from you Cara. Perhaps the choice of people in your atmosphere is a bad one" she eyed him, " I want the two of you down in the office now".
They agreed, and nearly stumbled over each other out of the room before their laughter got too out of control. Once in the hallway, the two fell to the floor laughing.
" That was worth any failing grade" Cara giggled, " if I knew you were going to turn the knob counter clockwise, I would have tickled you on the other side".
Bobby attempted to cease his laughter, " but I didn't, when I jumped, I twisted it the other way".
" So that would have made the temperature rise" he nodded, " but the chemicals exploaded, that would have only happened if they were cooled".
He shrugged, laughing, " I probably did that wrong too. I don't see how she's Mrs. Carter, who'd want to marry her?".
Cara crawled to where she was sitting, positioning herself between his legs. " You can answer her question, there's one thing you can do right" she gently kissed him, a little deeper by each second. But, before she had the chance to continue her previous actions, Cara jerked away. " Are you sick, you're ice cold".
" Sorry" he muttered.
She softly smiled, placing a hand over his cheek, ignoring the bitter chill, " look on the birght side, if things go to hell at home, you got me. You'll always have me".
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The school's office was never a destination, Bobby and Cara skipped the remainder of the day and went to her house. Her parentless house that is. He returned to his own home, his own parents at dusk, knowing what he was about to face the moment he opened the front door.The staircase was across the entry hall from the living room, the current sitting location of his motionless parents. That wasn't a good sign.
" Robert" that was a wrose sign, " can you come here for a moment?".
Carefully, he stood in the doorway, knowing the wrost and hoping for the best. " Yeah?" and of course the blistering silence.
" Your chemistry teacher called earlier" Jackie stood, " told us that you failed the mid-term, and that we owe over a hundred dollars in replacing school equipment you destroyed".
" Sorry" he said without any emotion, " it was an accident".
Typical for Rick to voluntairly speak if he was verbally attacking one of his sons, especially Bobby. " There's no such thing as accidents, just mistakes".
" Then it was a mistake".
Jackie sighed, " you lied to us, you told us you studied for that exam".
He shrugged, " whether I did or not, there's nothing in the book about preventing an accident. Or should I say, a mistake" he quickly glanced at his dad.
" You should be more careful".
" You should talk".
Very rarely Bobby would talk back to either one of his parents, but especially his mom. He'd usually wait until out of earshot to mutter comments under his breath, but this time it couldn't wait. His mom turned pale and took on the looks of a stone statue. Even at seventeen, she'd still slap him. " Go to your room, we'll disscuss this in the morning". By that tone, she had been insulted enough to not bother touching him.
" Can't wait" he muttered, running up the staircase before someone found something else to say.
Ronny had been leaning over the railing in the upstairs hallway, eaves dropping. He found the perfect chance to further more taunt his older brother and wasn't going to it go. " The end of a perfect day would be you getting Cara pregnant".
Bobby snapped and slamed his brother against the wall, pinning him there by the neck. Ronny had the loof of fear and encouragment glaring back at him. The anger running through his veins caused his arms to turn cold. He watched his skin, as it slowly tinted to pale blue, darker, then a little darker. His fingers went numb, so did the skin on his brothers neck. Not that he cared about not killing Ronny, but Bobby dropped him and stormed into his room, grabbing the phone the second he was in reach.
" Cara, I really need your help".