Title: And I Fell… (Part 7 - "Fucking Hostile!")
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: Thanks to all who read my mess. I love you guys.
Note: Does Adam live in Edina or is that just my imagination?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. :P
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"Fuck! FUCK!!"
All heads turned to Jesse, who approached from the main cafeteria entrance, looking as furious as they had ever seen him.
Connie surfaced from a deep lip-lock with Guy, Goldberg stopped pestering Dwayne for his dessert, and Averman forgot to deliver the punch line to the joke he was telling Luis. Even Ken and Russ stopped arguing and turned to see Jesse storm in.
Charlie was the only one who dared to address him.
"Jesse, what's up, man?"
Jesse sat down, peeved. He pounded a fist on the table, startling his friends.
"I was jumped, Charlie!"
A chorus of 'what's and 'who's went around the table. Charlie stayed quiet for a moment, however, before prompting Jesse again.
"You were jumped? By who?" he asked cautiously.
"That-that boy! From today! Garbage boy!" Jesse sputtered indignantly and turned to look at Ken. "Ken! You knew who he was! Tell me who he is!" he demanded, eyes flashing and making poor Ken shrink away in fear. He was afraid that Jesse would start foaming at the mouth at any moment.
"Jesse, man, I don't know who he is except that his name is Banks..."
Jesse's eyes narrowed while Charlie's widened imperceptibly.
"Banks, huh? Well, that's good enough for me to go on," he announced and pushed himself off the seat. Automatically, Charlie's hand darted out to grab hold of Jesse's shirt sleeve.
"Hey, cool it, Jess," he admonished in a low voice, not wanting the others at the table to overhear him. He tugged on Jesse's sleeve until the other gave up and sat back down again. "Tell me what happened from the beginning."
Jesse let out a harsh sigh. "What does it matter, Charlie? Now, let me go so I can go kick some ass!" He moved to stand up but, this time, was halted by Charlie's forceful grip on his arm.
Charlie glowered. "Jesse, just tell me," he warned once more, looking Jesse straight in the eye.
Jesse sighed, "Fine. It happened when I took the Bash Brothers to our bathroom to make the deal --"
"Our bathroom?" Charlie cut in, confused.
Jesse look annoyed at being interrupted. "Yes, Charlie, the Flying 'V's bathroom. Everyone knows it's ours," he explained, giving a 'duh' look to Charlie, who casually shrugged and motioned for Jesse to continue.
"Anyway, I'd made the deal with Portman and then they left. I was about leave, too, until I heard somebody in one of the stalls. So what do I do? I went to check it out and the next thing I know, I'm lying on the shitty-ass floor, watching that cake-eater Banks and this girl run out."
"So he knocked you out or something?" asked Charlie, frowning.
Jesse squirmed uncomfortably and replied, "I don't really remember, man."
"You don't remember if the guy knocked your lights out?" Charlie questioned in disbelief. The solemn shake of Jesse's head answered his question. Charlie took out a cigarette and lit it. "Well, do you know what were they doing in there?" he asked, mumbling around the slowly burning stick in his mouth.
Jesse sighed in an exasperated fashion. "I don't know. It could have been anything. Makin' out, gettin' high, who gives a fuck? All I know is that they made Jesse Hall look like a fool, and nobody gets away with that, especially a cake-eater like Banks and his little girlfriend."
Charlie was silent. He cocked his head around and noticed that the whole table had been listening to their conversation. At seeing Charlie's annoyed face, everyone quickly went back to their own business. A cough brought his attention back to Jesse.
"Well, Charlie, are you going to help me find this punk or not?"
Charlie took a minute to consider it. He dropped the cigarette stub to the floor and grounded it out with the heel of his sneaker.
"Ok, Jesse. I'll help."
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The Flying 'V', with the exception of Charlie and Jesse, walked down the hall, chatting amongst themselves.
"I wonder what happened to Jesse today…" Dwayne mused aloud.
"Cowboy, weren't you listening when he said he was jumped?" Russ asked while trying to trip Ken up with his foot.
"Quit it, moron," Ken hissed, nearly avoiding what could have been a really embarrassing fall.
"Capt'n Cruncher," replied Russ with a long laugh. Ken looked puzzled, but flipped the laughing boy off just to make sure that Russ didn't get one up on him.
"How come they never fill us in on stuff like this?" Goldberg asked, ignoring Ken and Russ's usual bickering, and looked around for an answer. As he had expected, no one had it.
"Goldie's right, though," Averman piped up suddenly. "Come on, we're all friends here, right? Do they think that we can't be trusted? Oy!"
Of course, Connie was the one to hit him squarely on the head. "Oh, shut up, Averman. They've never done anything to make us doubt them before. You're just reading too much into idiotic ideas that don't exist!"
The group nodded, siding with Connie on the matter.
Overhead, the bell emitted a shrill ring, signaling the beginning of the next class period.
"Eh, might as well go to class today," Luis said, eyeing a blonde standing at the end of the hallway and starting to shuffle away. "Later, guys!" he called out and took off.
"Later, Luis!" they chorused.
As they were already late, the entire group soon split up and went to the remainder of their last classes.
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Adam sat in class, chewing on his pencil. He'd given up taking down notes some time ago, opting for staring blankly at the dingy walls. For a second, he glanced at Julie, who sat a couple of seats away from him, then turned his attention to his desk, which was covered with various profanities scribbled in both pen and pencil. Adam brought the chewed up pencil to his lips once more.
He wondered what Julie was thinking. Slowly, his eyes wandered back to her seat and found that she was now staring back at him. She tried mouthing a few words to him, but he didn't catch them.
Fortunately, the dismissal bell rang in the middle of their lesson. Everyone gathered their things and automatically filed out of the classroom. Adam caught up with Julie at the door.
"Jules, what were you trying to tell me during class?"
"I can't say now, but I'll tell you on the way to your house," she answered cryptically and hurriedly ushered him out of the class and off school grounds. After they'd past the gates, crossed the street, and boarded the bus to Edina, Julie allowed herself to relax as she and Adam found seats in the back.
"I didn't want to tell you this while we were still in the building, but I overheard something today."
"Yeah?" he asked, trying his best to remain patient.
Julie bit her lip nervously and began again. "Adam, after we made our escape from, you know…" she looked at Adam, who nodded encouragingly.
"I know. Go on."
Julie took a breath. "Well, some of the kids said that Jesse Hall and his friends were looking for us. Actually, for you. I don't know how he could've recognized you, but he did," she finished then glanced at Adam, who had turned a considerable shade whiter.
"Shit. The-the garbage -- earlier today, Julie," he croaked, hoping she'd be able to put two and two together.
Looking thoughtful, Julie nodded. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."
"Jules, how can you be so nonchalant? What am I going to do?!" he asked, voice raising higher with every word. Julie slumped down in her seat as heads began to turn their way. "Those goons are going to murder me!"
"Adam! Stop it!" she berated and Adam immediately quieted down. "Now is not the time for hysterics! We just have to think through this..." She looked out the window and realized that they'd reached their stop. "Hey, we're here."
Hopping up from her seat, Julie led the moping boy off the bus. They found themselves standing in the middle of the suburbia. Not so far down the street, an endless stretch of huge, beautiful houses -- most suitable for upper-middle class families, no doubt -- welcomed the two teenagers. It took only a short walk to reach Adam's house from the bus stop.
The smell of freshly mowed grass invaded their nostrils and Adam sniffled, sneezing suddenly. He hated lawn-mowing day.
They trudged up the long driveway and towards the back door. Adam unlocked it and invited Julie in.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" he called into the depths of the large house.
No one answered.
He turned to Julie. "Why do I even bother? They're never home."
Julie shrugged in reply.
They climbed the stairs to Adam's room, which was located at the end of the long corridor. Once inside, they threw their schoolbags into the corner and sat together in silence. Normally, Julie would be pestering him for a snack and he'd be writing diligently in his notebook; but under the circumstances, both were too preoccupied with apprehensive thoughts of the next day at school to go about their usual routine. The silence stretched for many minutes, but Julie finally broke it.
"This is silly," she declared, trying to convince Adam that it was so, but not really succeeding. "I mean, come on! What can happen?"
Adam stared at her in disbelief. "Jules! What are you saying?? A LOT can happen!"
Julie turned to face Adam with a grim determination. She took hold of his shoulders and gave him a bit of a shake.
"Get real, Adam! They may be --" she paused, searching for the right word, "-- thugs or what have you, but they wouldn't dare do anything to us that's going to be considered a felony, right?" she reasoned then waited for his response.
All she received was a blank stare.
Julie shook him again.
"Right??" she demanded.
"Julie, you're not helping," Adam deadpanned and shook her grip from his shoulders. He turned to face the window and stared listlessly through the panes. When he spoke again, his tone was morose. "Besides, your assumption won't stop them from killing us. Nothing can stop them from killing us. We're doomed." Adam slumped over onto his bed in defeat.
"Ugh!!" she shouted, grabbed one of Adam's huge pillows, and reared back to hit him square in the face with it.
"Damn! What did you do that for?!" Adam squeaked, rubbing his nose.
"My god, you can be SUCH a queen sometimes, you know?" Julie hit him with the pillow again.
"Ow! Christ, Julie!" cried Adam, who finally sat up to glare viciously at her. Julie ignored him and got up, marching to the corner to retrieve her things. She'd had enough of this frustrating nonsense.
"Where are you going?" came the question from the other side of the room.
"Home, because you're being a dumbass."
Adam's door slammed shut, making the things on his shelves wobble. Thundering footsteps were audible as they descended the stairs and headed for the back door.
Adam laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling as he heard the back door close soundly, leaving him absolutely and utterly alone.
"Touchy…" he muttered, closing his eyes.
Upon opening them, he heaved a troubled sigh.
"Damn, I AM a dumbass…"
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[[On the other side of town…]]
It was dusk. Charlie unlocked the door to his and his mother's modest home, located in the middle of Minneapolis, and headed straight for the kitchen. Since it was a Tuesday evening, he knew that his mother would be working late, slaving away at Mickey's Diner as usual. Sometimes, he would go visit her, but most of the time, he wouldn't. Besides, the manager didn't like it when 'hoodlums' came inside the restaurant.
He opened the fridge, and instantly, the pale yellow glow illuminated his features. Charlie took out some bread and bologna to make a sandwich.
Yum. Dinner.
He went into the living room with the sandwich and his backpack in tow. Taking a bite out of his dinner, Charlie slung the bag onto the couch and sat down beside it. He leaned back into the cushions, sandwich still in hand, and began to recap the day's events.
Sometimes, Charlie thought, Jesse had more pride than he could handle. This afternoon, it had taken him nearly two class periods to convince Jesse not send out a full search party for Banks, much less maim the poor guy on sight.
He finished the sandwich and wiped the crumbs from his shirt.
Didn't Jesse say that a girl was with Banks? He pondered for a second then pulled out the notebook from his bag. Banks' notebook. Not thinking of how he'd be invading someone else's privacy, Charlie opened it up to a random page and read.
((Sept. 19 -- Hi, it's me again. School sucks, my parents suck, everything sucks. Blah blah. You know the deal. Other than that, nothing's really new around here. Well, besides the crappy lesson in Calculus we just "learned." Jules is really having lots of problems in that class. Math just isn't her thing. Anyway, she's coming over for a tutoring session today. I just hope that she remembers that I don't get off work until seven. Julie is such a forgetful hag sometimes. Hmm, I hope she doesn't read this.))
Julie. Jules.
Charlie's brows wrinkled. Was that the name of the girl that Jesse mentioned? Julie?
He shut the notebook and shoved it back into his backpack.
After hearing Jesse's lack of an explanation concerning his attack that day, Charlie was skeptical. In addition to having too much pride at times, Jesse was hot-headed and even downright vengeful over the most insignificant things. He truly wanted to believe Jesse's story, but yet, did not want to be led on another one of his friend's trivial escapades.
Charlie leaned back into the cushions, calculating an effective game plan.
Finally, a light bulb switched on inside his head and Charlie smiled in spite of himself. As long as he was concerned, everything was settled:
Before confronting Banks about the 'incident' with Jesse, he wanted to find this 'Julie' girl and get her version of the story.
Satisfied at last, Charlie wandered off into his room and didn't come out for the rest of the night.
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Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: Thanks to all who read my mess. I love you guys.
Note: Does Adam live in Edina or is that just my imagination?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. :P
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"Fuck! FUCK!!"
All heads turned to Jesse, who approached from the main cafeteria entrance, looking as furious as they had ever seen him.
Connie surfaced from a deep lip-lock with Guy, Goldberg stopped pestering Dwayne for his dessert, and Averman forgot to deliver the punch line to the joke he was telling Luis. Even Ken and Russ stopped arguing and turned to see Jesse storm in.
Charlie was the only one who dared to address him.
"Jesse, what's up, man?"
Jesse sat down, peeved. He pounded a fist on the table, startling his friends.
"I was jumped, Charlie!"
A chorus of 'what's and 'who's went around the table. Charlie stayed quiet for a moment, however, before prompting Jesse again.
"You were jumped? By who?" he asked cautiously.
"That-that boy! From today! Garbage boy!" Jesse sputtered indignantly and turned to look at Ken. "Ken! You knew who he was! Tell me who he is!" he demanded, eyes flashing and making poor Ken shrink away in fear. He was afraid that Jesse would start foaming at the mouth at any moment.
"Jesse, man, I don't know who he is except that his name is Banks..."
Jesse's eyes narrowed while Charlie's widened imperceptibly.
"Banks, huh? Well, that's good enough for me to go on," he announced and pushed himself off the seat. Automatically, Charlie's hand darted out to grab hold of Jesse's shirt sleeve.
"Hey, cool it, Jess," he admonished in a low voice, not wanting the others at the table to overhear him. He tugged on Jesse's sleeve until the other gave up and sat back down again. "Tell me what happened from the beginning."
Jesse let out a harsh sigh. "What does it matter, Charlie? Now, let me go so I can go kick some ass!" He moved to stand up but, this time, was halted by Charlie's forceful grip on his arm.
Charlie glowered. "Jesse, just tell me," he warned once more, looking Jesse straight in the eye.
Jesse sighed, "Fine. It happened when I took the Bash Brothers to our bathroom to make the deal --"
"Our bathroom?" Charlie cut in, confused.
Jesse look annoyed at being interrupted. "Yes, Charlie, the Flying 'V's bathroom. Everyone knows it's ours," he explained, giving a 'duh' look to Charlie, who casually shrugged and motioned for Jesse to continue.
"Anyway, I'd made the deal with Portman and then they left. I was about leave, too, until I heard somebody in one of the stalls. So what do I do? I went to check it out and the next thing I know, I'm lying on the shitty-ass floor, watching that cake-eater Banks and this girl run out."
"So he knocked you out or something?" asked Charlie, frowning.
Jesse squirmed uncomfortably and replied, "I don't really remember, man."
"You don't remember if the guy knocked your lights out?" Charlie questioned in disbelief. The solemn shake of Jesse's head answered his question. Charlie took out a cigarette and lit it. "Well, do you know what were they doing in there?" he asked, mumbling around the slowly burning stick in his mouth.
Jesse sighed in an exasperated fashion. "I don't know. It could have been anything. Makin' out, gettin' high, who gives a fuck? All I know is that they made Jesse Hall look like a fool, and nobody gets away with that, especially a cake-eater like Banks and his little girlfriend."
Charlie was silent. He cocked his head around and noticed that the whole table had been listening to their conversation. At seeing Charlie's annoyed face, everyone quickly went back to their own business. A cough brought his attention back to Jesse.
"Well, Charlie, are you going to help me find this punk or not?"
Charlie took a minute to consider it. He dropped the cigarette stub to the floor and grounded it out with the heel of his sneaker.
"Ok, Jesse. I'll help."
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The Flying 'V', with the exception of Charlie and Jesse, walked down the hall, chatting amongst themselves.
"I wonder what happened to Jesse today…" Dwayne mused aloud.
"Cowboy, weren't you listening when he said he was jumped?" Russ asked while trying to trip Ken up with his foot.
"Quit it, moron," Ken hissed, nearly avoiding what could have been a really embarrassing fall.
"Capt'n Cruncher," replied Russ with a long laugh. Ken looked puzzled, but flipped the laughing boy off just to make sure that Russ didn't get one up on him.
"How come they never fill us in on stuff like this?" Goldberg asked, ignoring Ken and Russ's usual bickering, and looked around for an answer. As he had expected, no one had it.
"Goldie's right, though," Averman piped up suddenly. "Come on, we're all friends here, right? Do they think that we can't be trusted? Oy!"
Of course, Connie was the one to hit him squarely on the head. "Oh, shut up, Averman. They've never done anything to make us doubt them before. You're just reading too much into idiotic ideas that don't exist!"
The group nodded, siding with Connie on the matter.
Overhead, the bell emitted a shrill ring, signaling the beginning of the next class period.
"Eh, might as well go to class today," Luis said, eyeing a blonde standing at the end of the hallway and starting to shuffle away. "Later, guys!" he called out and took off.
"Later, Luis!" they chorused.
As they were already late, the entire group soon split up and went to the remainder of their last classes.
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Adam sat in class, chewing on his pencil. He'd given up taking down notes some time ago, opting for staring blankly at the dingy walls. For a second, he glanced at Julie, who sat a couple of seats away from him, then turned his attention to his desk, which was covered with various profanities scribbled in both pen and pencil. Adam brought the chewed up pencil to his lips once more.
He wondered what Julie was thinking. Slowly, his eyes wandered back to her seat and found that she was now staring back at him. She tried mouthing a few words to him, but he didn't catch them.
Fortunately, the dismissal bell rang in the middle of their lesson. Everyone gathered their things and automatically filed out of the classroom. Adam caught up with Julie at the door.
"Jules, what were you trying to tell me during class?"
"I can't say now, but I'll tell you on the way to your house," she answered cryptically and hurriedly ushered him out of the class and off school grounds. After they'd past the gates, crossed the street, and boarded the bus to Edina, Julie allowed herself to relax as she and Adam found seats in the back.
"I didn't want to tell you this while we were still in the building, but I overheard something today."
"Yeah?" he asked, trying his best to remain patient.
Julie bit her lip nervously and began again. "Adam, after we made our escape from, you know…" she looked at Adam, who nodded encouragingly.
"I know. Go on."
Julie took a breath. "Well, some of the kids said that Jesse Hall and his friends were looking for us. Actually, for you. I don't know how he could've recognized you, but he did," she finished then glanced at Adam, who had turned a considerable shade whiter.
"Shit. The-the garbage -- earlier today, Julie," he croaked, hoping she'd be able to put two and two together.
Looking thoughtful, Julie nodded. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."
"Jules, how can you be so nonchalant? What am I going to do?!" he asked, voice raising higher with every word. Julie slumped down in her seat as heads began to turn their way. "Those goons are going to murder me!"
"Adam! Stop it!" she berated and Adam immediately quieted down. "Now is not the time for hysterics! We just have to think through this..." She looked out the window and realized that they'd reached their stop. "Hey, we're here."
Hopping up from her seat, Julie led the moping boy off the bus. They found themselves standing in the middle of the suburbia. Not so far down the street, an endless stretch of huge, beautiful houses -- most suitable for upper-middle class families, no doubt -- welcomed the two teenagers. It took only a short walk to reach Adam's house from the bus stop.
The smell of freshly mowed grass invaded their nostrils and Adam sniffled, sneezing suddenly. He hated lawn-mowing day.
They trudged up the long driveway and towards the back door. Adam unlocked it and invited Julie in.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" he called into the depths of the large house.
No one answered.
He turned to Julie. "Why do I even bother? They're never home."
Julie shrugged in reply.
They climbed the stairs to Adam's room, which was located at the end of the long corridor. Once inside, they threw their schoolbags into the corner and sat together in silence. Normally, Julie would be pestering him for a snack and he'd be writing diligently in his notebook; but under the circumstances, both were too preoccupied with apprehensive thoughts of the next day at school to go about their usual routine. The silence stretched for many minutes, but Julie finally broke it.
"This is silly," she declared, trying to convince Adam that it was so, but not really succeeding. "I mean, come on! What can happen?"
Adam stared at her in disbelief. "Jules! What are you saying?? A LOT can happen!"
Julie turned to face Adam with a grim determination. She took hold of his shoulders and gave him a bit of a shake.
"Get real, Adam! They may be --" she paused, searching for the right word, "-- thugs or what have you, but they wouldn't dare do anything to us that's going to be considered a felony, right?" she reasoned then waited for his response.
All she received was a blank stare.
Julie shook him again.
"Right??" she demanded.
"Julie, you're not helping," Adam deadpanned and shook her grip from his shoulders. He turned to face the window and stared listlessly through the panes. When he spoke again, his tone was morose. "Besides, your assumption won't stop them from killing us. Nothing can stop them from killing us. We're doomed." Adam slumped over onto his bed in defeat.
"Ugh!!" she shouted, grabbed one of Adam's huge pillows, and reared back to hit him square in the face with it.
"Damn! What did you do that for?!" Adam squeaked, rubbing his nose.
"My god, you can be SUCH a queen sometimes, you know?" Julie hit him with the pillow again.
"Ow! Christ, Julie!" cried Adam, who finally sat up to glare viciously at her. Julie ignored him and got up, marching to the corner to retrieve her things. She'd had enough of this frustrating nonsense.
"Where are you going?" came the question from the other side of the room.
"Home, because you're being a dumbass."
Adam's door slammed shut, making the things on his shelves wobble. Thundering footsteps were audible as they descended the stairs and headed for the back door.
Adam laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling as he heard the back door close soundly, leaving him absolutely and utterly alone.
"Touchy…" he muttered, closing his eyes.
Upon opening them, he heaved a troubled sigh.
"Damn, I AM a dumbass…"
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[[On the other side of town…]]
It was dusk. Charlie unlocked the door to his and his mother's modest home, located in the middle of Minneapolis, and headed straight for the kitchen. Since it was a Tuesday evening, he knew that his mother would be working late, slaving away at Mickey's Diner as usual. Sometimes, he would go visit her, but most of the time, he wouldn't. Besides, the manager didn't like it when 'hoodlums' came inside the restaurant.
He opened the fridge, and instantly, the pale yellow glow illuminated his features. Charlie took out some bread and bologna to make a sandwich.
Yum. Dinner.
He went into the living room with the sandwich and his backpack in tow. Taking a bite out of his dinner, Charlie slung the bag onto the couch and sat down beside it. He leaned back into the cushions, sandwich still in hand, and began to recap the day's events.
Sometimes, Charlie thought, Jesse had more pride than he could handle. This afternoon, it had taken him nearly two class periods to convince Jesse not send out a full search party for Banks, much less maim the poor guy on sight.
He finished the sandwich and wiped the crumbs from his shirt.
Didn't Jesse say that a girl was with Banks? He pondered for a second then pulled out the notebook from his bag. Banks' notebook. Not thinking of how he'd be invading someone else's privacy, Charlie opened it up to a random page and read.
((Sept. 19 -- Hi, it's me again. School sucks, my parents suck, everything sucks. Blah blah. You know the deal. Other than that, nothing's really new around here. Well, besides the crappy lesson in Calculus we just "learned." Jules is really having lots of problems in that class. Math just isn't her thing. Anyway, she's coming over for a tutoring session today. I just hope that she remembers that I don't get off work until seven. Julie is such a forgetful hag sometimes. Hmm, I hope she doesn't read this.))
Julie. Jules.
Charlie's brows wrinkled. Was that the name of the girl that Jesse mentioned? Julie?
He shut the notebook and shoved it back into his backpack.
After hearing Jesse's lack of an explanation concerning his attack that day, Charlie was skeptical. In addition to having too much pride at times, Jesse was hot-headed and even downright vengeful over the most insignificant things. He truly wanted to believe Jesse's story, but yet, did not want to be led on another one of his friend's trivial escapades.
Charlie leaned back into the cushions, calculating an effective game plan.
Finally, a light bulb switched on inside his head and Charlie smiled in spite of himself. As long as he was concerned, everything was settled:
Before confronting Banks about the 'incident' with Jesse, he wanted to find this 'Julie' girl and get her version of the story.
Satisfied at last, Charlie wandered off into his room and didn't come out for the rest of the night.
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