Conspiracy Revealed
Chris awoke in the morning, when the watery ice pack slid down his chest. With a yelp, he pushed the pack on the floor and swiped the drops of water from his bare chest. His brain seemed to thrumb against the inside of his skull. He wondered if it was a hangover before remembering the cup flying toward his head.
He slipped his feet over the edge of the bed and sat for a while with his head in his hands. The spot on his forehead would deffinately have a showing bruise, he could immediately tell, from the pain. He leaned up and groaned.
He was angry, no doubt. He stood up and grabbed his Orange High uniform from the closet and forcefully dressed, his muscles tensing. After so long... he was so close to getting the information he needed. He stood in front of the mirror to assess himself.
His hair was tousled, and other than the red mark near his hair-line, he looked as good as he normally looked. He ran his fingers through his hair and covered the newly formed bruise with a light brown strand. It was difficult playing the part of a teenager. Though he fit the age, he hadn't been in highschool for the past three years. Skipping grades was hard on a person.
"How could she do this to me?", he growled heading down the stairs.
He strode into the kitchen to grab a muffin and coffee. The dishes from last night were sitting in the drainer drying. Slowly, he pulled a chair back and took a seat at the table with his muffin and coffee to ponder what he should do.
He couldn't very well call up President Johnston and say 'Oh, well gee, we almost got her back. Sorry sir' He took a bite of the muffin angrily. How could he have let this happen. She was right in his grip... and he let her slide away so easily. There had to be some other way.
Losing his appetite, he darted into the living room to grab his coat. On the sofa, however, he found Nutty's disgarded prom dress, the money, the remains of the mug she broke, and a note.
Chris,
I am sorry about last night. I was way out of line. I
don't know what to say... I'm really really sorry. I know
there's no possible way I could ever make this up to you.
I wish I could, but by now, you're already shredding
this note.
--Nutty
His eyes lit up, but he didn't crumple the note. Instead, he sat next to the black, velvety dress and pondered. Folding the note, written on the back of a receipt, he carefully placed it in his front pocket and headed for school.
It was time he did what he came to do. Getting in his car, he was struck with a twinge of guilt. He had grown to like Nutty very much. It was so sad what he had to do. Her remorse had given him an idea. He could lure her into the trap yet. The government wouldn't be angry with him and they might actually let him live, even after what he had done. He was doing what he was trained to be; a heartless assassin.
"Oh, come on. I've never seen you depressed Nutty. Never.", Bra chided, hoping to cheer her friend.
"I feel foolish. I mean, I even accused him of being associated with the US government.", Nutty looked up sarcastically, "Besides, its nothing new. I just found one more way to screw up."
"Nutty... It's not that bad. He was being a jerk, you handled the situation.", Bra continued, gesturing wildly.
Nutty shook her head, "No... it's not like that... I-", Chris walked by, a face carved of stone.
"See what I mean... Total jerk. Told you he was a nerd.", Bra stuck her nose in the air.
"He's not a jerk or a nerd and he has every right.", Nutty shushed her.
"And I guess that give me every right to do this.", Sherman came behind both of them, ready to hit Nutty.
Rather than running, like she normally did, Nutty turned around, "You know, do you think you could butt out? It's not like a person could have a personal conversation, is it? Every time I look back, you're always behind me, ready to beat the crap out of me. Face it, tough guy, you're not smart enough, fast enough, or good enough. I'm sick of you. I am in a pissy mood, had a bad day, so back off."
Everyone who heard, oohed and ahed; everyone but Sherman. His neck turned red. After a pause, Nutty turned to where Bra was standing in awe. No one had EVER told Sherman down. Nutty walked down the hall.
Sherman, brought back from his bout of speechlessness, shoved past everyone and tackled Nutty, shoving her to the ground. He brought his fist down against her shoulder. She made an attempt to roll over for better possitioning, but was slugged in the cheek. Bra and several other people were yelling. He continued beating her head on the floor. Sherman was about to land another blow when Chris came and bowled him over and off Nutty.
Bra rushed to her side. Sherman was about to come back at Chris, but several students and teachers helped to restrain him. The principal was busy yelling at him.
Chris came over to where Nutty lay, forehead to the floor, pushing herself up slowly. He bent over, pulling her up on her feet. Her head lolled, revealing the welt on her right cheek, and he was having to hold up the most of her body weight as he led her to the nurses office, students staring after them.
"What are you, stupid?!", Chris was genuinely upset.
Nutty harumphed as Chris squatted in front of her and held an ice pack to her cheek, his slender finger tips grazing her swollen cheek.
Bra walked in and shut the door on the kids trying to get in to see her friend, "Geez, Nutty. Are you okay?", Bra gaped.
Nutty shoved Chris' hand away, "I'm just fine.", her response was curt and dry.
"She's fine.", Chris laughed with disgust, "I warned you about this.", he sat in the nurse's chair, "I told you to stay away from him."
"Oh, and what are we now, mother?", Nutty growled, her shoulders slumped with her recent defeat.
"Okay, cool it you two.", Bra shot with irritation, "Nutty, why'd you do that. That was pointless."
"No it wasn't.", Nutty said simply, her eyes shining up with determination.
In truth, if she hadn't been taken by surprise, she could have easily beat the hulking morron.
"It was pointless, stupid, arrogant, uncharacteristic, and overall degrading to you character, as well as mine.", Chris counted off the reasons.
"How is it degrading to you? You got to be the big hero.", Nutty leaned forward until her shoulder pain kicked in.
Chris slammed his hand against the nurse's desk, "I'm going to be in trouble thanks to you."
Nutty didn't answer, knowing the whole situation was her fault, "Just go away... you too Bra."
"No, I am not leaving.", Chris pushed away from the desk.
"Take care.", Bra frowned as she left the nurses office.
"Well? Can't a person be humiliated in peace?", Nutty sighed.
He smirked, "What, you expect me to leave you alone after that mess?"
"I don't know, maybe you have some bit of wisdom or heart and maybe you just actually care what I think... however unlikely the case?", she tilted her head with exhaustion.
"Completely unlikely after this incident.", he pulled out another ice pack from the tiny freezer.
Walking over, he moved to put it back on her face. She took it before his hand reach her face.
Chris held up his hands deffensively and sat back down. Nutty sighed, waiting for the nurse to return. She put the cold pack to her face, realizing it would have been much nicer with Chris doing it. What a horrible day!!
"I gotta admit, I wouldn't have guts to stand up to that guy myself.", he made a somewhat lousy attempt to make her feel better.
"Did I look like the 98 lb weakling who knocked over a 500 lb bag of lard?", Nutty spat.
He smiled. At least one of them was enjoying this experience. Nutty was feeling a bit of guilt, but primarily depression.
Chris leaned back, "You're the first person I've ever seen, stupid enough to start a fight like that."
"Gee, thanks."
"SHE DID WHAT?!", Vegeta's voice resonated through CC.
"Daddy, it's not a big deal...", Bra suggested calmly to her father, "It's no worse than anything you've ever done."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!", he growled.
He left to train, but not forgetting the subject completely. After much thought, Vegeta found a new place for Nutty, and it wasn't on his hate list.
Up in her room, Nutty layed on her bed, cradling her bruised cheek and her bruised ego.
"They're right... It was all my fault... I can't believe I did that. I'm not smart. They tested me wrong...", she mumbled to herself, about in tears.
After a while, the phone rang, and Nutty slowly picked it up, "Moshimishi."
It was Chris, "Are you coming over to study tonight, or must I come over there?"
She huffed lowly, "You still want to study after all that?"
His voice was cold, "Does it look like I have a choice? I'm doing this because the principal said I must, and he keeps a record of it."
Again, she sighed, "I'll be right over..."
He hung up without saying goodbye.
Nutty slipped on her shoes, and drove over in her nightgown.
Chris was ready. The gun was hidden in the sofa and everything was in place. He kept trying to hide the twinge of guilt that kept him pacing. He had killed before, but it had never left him with this kind of feeling.
"Well... the show must go on...", he mumbled to himself coldly.
As he muttered to himself, a light tapping came from his door. He walked over and opened it. Outside, stood Nutty. She was wearing a nightgown and light jacket, with her bookbag over her shoulder.
She stood for a moment before he growled, "Are you coming in or not?"
With a jolt, she came into the living room, and sat in the center of the sofa where she normally sat. Shutting the door, and walking across the room, he stopped in front of her for a second assessment. Her face was bruised and her shoulders hung in a demoralized way.
Finally, he just broke out, "Look at you. You're a mess.", she looked up carefully, "You're such an idiot...", he growled.
He turned his back to her and shook his head. Finally, he sat down, and looked back at her. Her eyes were glassy. She was trying not to cry. He tightened his lips.
How could he just sit there and do that. He wanted to stop a moment and gather her broken body into his arms. He didn't allow himself the comfort.
"Why...", her voice broke with sobs, "Why are you forcing me... me to go through this..."
His frown deepened, "You're so sorry... I couldn't help myself.", he spat.
Breathing in sharply, she wiped her eyes with her sleave, "You know, I told Bra that I accused you of being with the US government, and I told her I was wrong to say it... but... but I wasn't wrong and I'm not sorry I said it. It's true!", she forced out before regressing to sobbing.
Now was as good a time as any, "And you know...", he moved the the arm of the sofa where the gun was hidden, "You were right."
Sobbing she pointed a finger, "And you know, you probably even have a gun hidden right there."
His eyes widened as he pulled the gun. Than, seeing that she was right, she stopped sobbing and stared at the gun.
Nutty fumbled for her purse and began digging for something, "And let me guess, you've been sent to Japan to kill me because I know too much and the US is planning on destroying Japan because of the national debt, and they're afraid I'll talk.", she pulled out a small hand gun.
Chris stared incredilous, "No wonder they sent me to kill you. You must be a spy."
"No... For your information", she wiped her eyes, "I'm not. I just have a lot of extra time and think too hard and this is where it's gotten me!", she pointed the gun at herself, "And I suppose it won't matter if I point this at you, because you've been trained to kill without a second thought to your own life!"
"Why the heck do you have a gun in your purse?", his color drained, "You've got to be a spy."
"Are you going to shoot me, or must I do it myself?", she put the gun to her forehead.
Chris' eyes widened. He grabbed the end of her gun and pulled it away from her head.
"Stop it. Stop it right now!", he ordered, "You're mad."
"No, I'm not.", she sobbed again, "I'm sick of being used by the United States.", she let him hold the end of her gun.
Chris sighed, let go of her gun, and lowered his own. He shut his eyes, a stupid move for any assassin, however safe in his situation. He knew exactly how it felt to be used like that. He was sick of it, himself.
"Nutty, what am I to do with you?", he asked quietly, wanting an answer to his problem.
"You could just kill me and get it over with. I don't want to put up with it anymore anyway.", she looked away from him, "You could get away from them if you really wanted to, but you would have done that long ago if you ever did want to."
"Nutty, I don't want to kill you.", he put his gun on the table.
"But its your job.", Nutty interjected, offering him the use of her gun.
He took it from her and put it on the table too, "Don't you understand?", he took her by the shoulders, "I don't want to. I'm as sick of it as you are. I've killed more people than... oh Nutty...", he looked at her pleadingly.
But what would she say? She'd been through it. That's why he looked to her for advice.
"What do you want from me?", came her strangled cry.
He pulled her toward him, and embraced her, stroking her hair lightly, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...", his voice broke.
She sobbed, her body jerking lightly against his. He too cried, but refused to let his body show it. He was more ashamed than he had ever been in his life.
Nutty woke up on top of Chris on the sofa. She had cried herself to sleep in his arms, and he too, had fallen asleep like that. She sighed heavily and let her head fall against his chest. The bruises on her face and ribs hurt, and she was overly fatigued from crying and stress.
He began to wake up to her shifting.
She shook him gently, "Chris?"
"Mmmm... What?", was his waking-up response.
"Chris? Now what do we do? They'll be after us...", she mumbled down at him.
His eyes opened at the thought, "We can't go to school anymore... We'll have to figure a way to get expelled, that way we don't just dissapear..."
"You can't live here either. This is the first place they'll look. You can stay at CC, since they won't think we're working together.", Nutty suggested.
"We're working together? That's a good idea. I have to dissapear completely.", he muttered.
"Well we are, aren't we?", he shook his head in agreement, as a person does when they first wake up, "Okay then. I guess that means we'll have to burn this building down."
He opened his eyes again, a sarcastic look overtaking his face, "Why?"
"That way they think you died, and if not that, atleast there won't be any evidence left behind.", she added.
"Wait a sec. First off, if we get expelled then my house burns down, they'll deffinately know.", she waved it off, "And second, they'll be able to figure out it was arson."
"You have a fire place. People's houses burn everyday when ashes land in the carpet or a log rolls and tosses sparks.", she proposed, "And it doesn't matter if they think you did it on purpose or not. It's the safest way."
"I guess..."
"Okay, so we pretend you rape me...", Nutty started.
Chris smirked, "Why can't it be the other way around?"
"You know, you're a total perv!", Nutty growled.
"I'm not the one who came up with this genius plan.", Chris growled back.
"It's the only thing that's so totally sure to get us expelled that--", Nutty continued.
"Yes, yes, I know.", he added, "In the girl's restroom, before 6th period ends, right?"
"Yes, that's when Mr. Dunbar patrols the hallways."
As Chris followed Nutty into the restroom, he made sure a kid who was wandering the hallways saw him go in. He and Nutty had agreed to make this look as real as possible, so they had to act it out for real. He looked around the corner to see what she was doing. She was washing her hands.
Mr. Dunbar walked down the hall. All of a sudden, he heard screaming. He ran down the hall, toward the women's restroom, where the sound orientated. Inside, was the one scene he thought he'd never see: the school's best student, Mr. Chris Miller, trying to take advantage of the one girl he had had the most trouble with.
"Mr. Miller...", Mr. Dunbar exclaimed with disdain, "You are both expelled!", he couldn't think clearly with that Nutty girl crying and the whole scene.
He grabbed each by the arm and dragged the two, half-clothed teens down the hall.
"Why me? I didn't do anything wrong!", Nutty exclaimed.
Students stood in the doorways, looking out at the spectacle. It was something they wouldn't soon forget.
In the office, they decided they'd have to call the Briefs. Nutty and Chris looked at each other, realizing what that would mean. As the secretary dialed the number, Nutty grabbed the phone, and crying, told Bulma how some kid had tried to rape her, but Chris came and tried to save her, but she didn't realize it at the time and ended up hurting him instead of the bad kid.
Bulma came right down, fussing over the two. The whole time, Mr. Dunbar didn't understand what was going on.
Bulma had her personal limo take Nutty and Chris to his house to drop him off. In the back, behind the shielded glass, they talked.
"That was good. You're a good actor.", Nutty said breathlessly, "I was really scared."
"Who said I was acting?", he smiled at her.
She shuttered. Sometimes some of the things he said really scared her. She knew that if he hadn't stopped, he could have really hurt her. Then again, looking back to the other night, he could have really killed her.
It was funny, how afraid this one little boy could make her, when she lived and made angry one of the strongest men on the planet. There were a lot of people who really hated her who could really hurt her, yet this was the only one who ever scared her.
He reached over and lightly brushed her bare shoulder with his fingertips. She marveled at it. He was so scary... and yet... She really WASN'T afraid of him. She sighed.
"Penny for your thoughts?",he asked carefully.
"Maybe a twenty-four karat diamond, yes. A penny, not on your life.", she looked at him, then noticing the cuts around his face and arms where she had scratched him, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you."
He laughed, "Hurt me? After the coffee mug? Come now, Nutnut..."
"Nutnut?", it was her turn to look incredulous.
He smiled and shook his head, dropping his hand from her arm, to where her hand rested.
She smiled and looked over at him, "Time to burn down a house?"
"Shh...", he whispered, "Wait until tomorrow. Then it won't look quite so suspicious."
Chris awoke in the morning, when the watery ice pack slid down his chest. With a yelp, he pushed the pack on the floor and swiped the drops of water from his bare chest. His brain seemed to thrumb against the inside of his skull. He wondered if it was a hangover before remembering the cup flying toward his head.
He slipped his feet over the edge of the bed and sat for a while with his head in his hands. The spot on his forehead would deffinately have a showing bruise, he could immediately tell, from the pain. He leaned up and groaned.
He was angry, no doubt. He stood up and grabbed his Orange High uniform from the closet and forcefully dressed, his muscles tensing. After so long... he was so close to getting the information he needed. He stood in front of the mirror to assess himself.
His hair was tousled, and other than the red mark near his hair-line, he looked as good as he normally looked. He ran his fingers through his hair and covered the newly formed bruise with a light brown strand. It was difficult playing the part of a teenager. Though he fit the age, he hadn't been in highschool for the past three years. Skipping grades was hard on a person.
"How could she do this to me?", he growled heading down the stairs.
He strode into the kitchen to grab a muffin and coffee. The dishes from last night were sitting in the drainer drying. Slowly, he pulled a chair back and took a seat at the table with his muffin and coffee to ponder what he should do.
He couldn't very well call up President Johnston and say 'Oh, well gee, we almost got her back. Sorry sir' He took a bite of the muffin angrily. How could he have let this happen. She was right in his grip... and he let her slide away so easily. There had to be some other way.
Losing his appetite, he darted into the living room to grab his coat. On the sofa, however, he found Nutty's disgarded prom dress, the money, the remains of the mug she broke, and a note.
Chris,
I am sorry about last night. I was way out of line. I
don't know what to say... I'm really really sorry. I know
there's no possible way I could ever make this up to you.
I wish I could, but by now, you're already shredding
this note.
--Nutty
His eyes lit up, but he didn't crumple the note. Instead, he sat next to the black, velvety dress and pondered. Folding the note, written on the back of a receipt, he carefully placed it in his front pocket and headed for school.
It was time he did what he came to do. Getting in his car, he was struck with a twinge of guilt. He had grown to like Nutty very much. It was so sad what he had to do. Her remorse had given him an idea. He could lure her into the trap yet. The government wouldn't be angry with him and they might actually let him live, even after what he had done. He was doing what he was trained to be; a heartless assassin.
"Oh, come on. I've never seen you depressed Nutty. Never.", Bra chided, hoping to cheer her friend.
"I feel foolish. I mean, I even accused him of being associated with the US government.", Nutty looked up sarcastically, "Besides, its nothing new. I just found one more way to screw up."
"Nutty... It's not that bad. He was being a jerk, you handled the situation.", Bra continued, gesturing wildly.
Nutty shook her head, "No... it's not like that... I-", Chris walked by, a face carved of stone.
"See what I mean... Total jerk. Told you he was a nerd.", Bra stuck her nose in the air.
"He's not a jerk or a nerd and he has every right.", Nutty shushed her.
"And I guess that give me every right to do this.", Sherman came behind both of them, ready to hit Nutty.
Rather than running, like she normally did, Nutty turned around, "You know, do you think you could butt out? It's not like a person could have a personal conversation, is it? Every time I look back, you're always behind me, ready to beat the crap out of me. Face it, tough guy, you're not smart enough, fast enough, or good enough. I'm sick of you. I am in a pissy mood, had a bad day, so back off."
Everyone who heard, oohed and ahed; everyone but Sherman. His neck turned red. After a pause, Nutty turned to where Bra was standing in awe. No one had EVER told Sherman down. Nutty walked down the hall.
Sherman, brought back from his bout of speechlessness, shoved past everyone and tackled Nutty, shoving her to the ground. He brought his fist down against her shoulder. She made an attempt to roll over for better possitioning, but was slugged in the cheek. Bra and several other people were yelling. He continued beating her head on the floor. Sherman was about to land another blow when Chris came and bowled him over and off Nutty.
Bra rushed to her side. Sherman was about to come back at Chris, but several students and teachers helped to restrain him. The principal was busy yelling at him.
Chris came over to where Nutty lay, forehead to the floor, pushing herself up slowly. He bent over, pulling her up on her feet. Her head lolled, revealing the welt on her right cheek, and he was having to hold up the most of her body weight as he led her to the nurses office, students staring after them.
"What are you, stupid?!", Chris was genuinely upset.
Nutty harumphed as Chris squatted in front of her and held an ice pack to her cheek, his slender finger tips grazing her swollen cheek.
Bra walked in and shut the door on the kids trying to get in to see her friend, "Geez, Nutty. Are you okay?", Bra gaped.
Nutty shoved Chris' hand away, "I'm just fine.", her response was curt and dry.
"She's fine.", Chris laughed with disgust, "I warned you about this.", he sat in the nurse's chair, "I told you to stay away from him."
"Oh, and what are we now, mother?", Nutty growled, her shoulders slumped with her recent defeat.
"Okay, cool it you two.", Bra shot with irritation, "Nutty, why'd you do that. That was pointless."
"No it wasn't.", Nutty said simply, her eyes shining up with determination.
In truth, if she hadn't been taken by surprise, she could have easily beat the hulking morron.
"It was pointless, stupid, arrogant, uncharacteristic, and overall degrading to you character, as well as mine.", Chris counted off the reasons.
"How is it degrading to you? You got to be the big hero.", Nutty leaned forward until her shoulder pain kicked in.
Chris slammed his hand against the nurse's desk, "I'm going to be in trouble thanks to you."
Nutty didn't answer, knowing the whole situation was her fault, "Just go away... you too Bra."
"No, I am not leaving.", Chris pushed away from the desk.
"Take care.", Bra frowned as she left the nurses office.
"Well? Can't a person be humiliated in peace?", Nutty sighed.
He smirked, "What, you expect me to leave you alone after that mess?"
"I don't know, maybe you have some bit of wisdom or heart and maybe you just actually care what I think... however unlikely the case?", she tilted her head with exhaustion.
"Completely unlikely after this incident.", he pulled out another ice pack from the tiny freezer.
Walking over, he moved to put it back on her face. She took it before his hand reach her face.
Chris held up his hands deffensively and sat back down. Nutty sighed, waiting for the nurse to return. She put the cold pack to her face, realizing it would have been much nicer with Chris doing it. What a horrible day!!
"I gotta admit, I wouldn't have guts to stand up to that guy myself.", he made a somewhat lousy attempt to make her feel better.
"Did I look like the 98 lb weakling who knocked over a 500 lb bag of lard?", Nutty spat.
He smiled. At least one of them was enjoying this experience. Nutty was feeling a bit of guilt, but primarily depression.
Chris leaned back, "You're the first person I've ever seen, stupid enough to start a fight like that."
"Gee, thanks."
"SHE DID WHAT?!", Vegeta's voice resonated through CC.
"Daddy, it's not a big deal...", Bra suggested calmly to her father, "It's no worse than anything you've ever done."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!", he growled.
He left to train, but not forgetting the subject completely. After much thought, Vegeta found a new place for Nutty, and it wasn't on his hate list.
Up in her room, Nutty layed on her bed, cradling her bruised cheek and her bruised ego.
"They're right... It was all my fault... I can't believe I did that. I'm not smart. They tested me wrong...", she mumbled to herself, about in tears.
After a while, the phone rang, and Nutty slowly picked it up, "Moshimishi."
It was Chris, "Are you coming over to study tonight, or must I come over there?"
She huffed lowly, "You still want to study after all that?"
His voice was cold, "Does it look like I have a choice? I'm doing this because the principal said I must, and he keeps a record of it."
Again, she sighed, "I'll be right over..."
He hung up without saying goodbye.
Nutty slipped on her shoes, and drove over in her nightgown.
Chris was ready. The gun was hidden in the sofa and everything was in place. He kept trying to hide the twinge of guilt that kept him pacing. He had killed before, but it had never left him with this kind of feeling.
"Well... the show must go on...", he mumbled to himself coldly.
As he muttered to himself, a light tapping came from his door. He walked over and opened it. Outside, stood Nutty. She was wearing a nightgown and light jacket, with her bookbag over her shoulder.
She stood for a moment before he growled, "Are you coming in or not?"
With a jolt, she came into the living room, and sat in the center of the sofa where she normally sat. Shutting the door, and walking across the room, he stopped in front of her for a second assessment. Her face was bruised and her shoulders hung in a demoralized way.
Finally, he just broke out, "Look at you. You're a mess.", she looked up carefully, "You're such an idiot...", he growled.
He turned his back to her and shook his head. Finally, he sat down, and looked back at her. Her eyes were glassy. She was trying not to cry. He tightened his lips.
How could he just sit there and do that. He wanted to stop a moment and gather her broken body into his arms. He didn't allow himself the comfort.
"Why...", her voice broke with sobs, "Why are you forcing me... me to go through this..."
His frown deepened, "You're so sorry... I couldn't help myself.", he spat.
Breathing in sharply, she wiped her eyes with her sleave, "You know, I told Bra that I accused you of being with the US government, and I told her I was wrong to say it... but... but I wasn't wrong and I'm not sorry I said it. It's true!", she forced out before regressing to sobbing.
Now was as good a time as any, "And you know...", he moved the the arm of the sofa where the gun was hidden, "You were right."
Sobbing she pointed a finger, "And you know, you probably even have a gun hidden right there."
His eyes widened as he pulled the gun. Than, seeing that she was right, she stopped sobbing and stared at the gun.
Nutty fumbled for her purse and began digging for something, "And let me guess, you've been sent to Japan to kill me because I know too much and the US is planning on destroying Japan because of the national debt, and they're afraid I'll talk.", she pulled out a small hand gun.
Chris stared incredilous, "No wonder they sent me to kill you. You must be a spy."
"No... For your information", she wiped her eyes, "I'm not. I just have a lot of extra time and think too hard and this is where it's gotten me!", she pointed the gun at herself, "And I suppose it won't matter if I point this at you, because you've been trained to kill without a second thought to your own life!"
"Why the heck do you have a gun in your purse?", his color drained, "You've got to be a spy."
"Are you going to shoot me, or must I do it myself?", she put the gun to her forehead.
Chris' eyes widened. He grabbed the end of her gun and pulled it away from her head.
"Stop it. Stop it right now!", he ordered, "You're mad."
"No, I'm not.", she sobbed again, "I'm sick of being used by the United States.", she let him hold the end of her gun.
Chris sighed, let go of her gun, and lowered his own. He shut his eyes, a stupid move for any assassin, however safe in his situation. He knew exactly how it felt to be used like that. He was sick of it, himself.
"Nutty, what am I to do with you?", he asked quietly, wanting an answer to his problem.
"You could just kill me and get it over with. I don't want to put up with it anymore anyway.", she looked away from him, "You could get away from them if you really wanted to, but you would have done that long ago if you ever did want to."
"Nutty, I don't want to kill you.", he put his gun on the table.
"But its your job.", Nutty interjected, offering him the use of her gun.
He took it from her and put it on the table too, "Don't you understand?", he took her by the shoulders, "I don't want to. I'm as sick of it as you are. I've killed more people than... oh Nutty...", he looked at her pleadingly.
But what would she say? She'd been through it. That's why he looked to her for advice.
"What do you want from me?", came her strangled cry.
He pulled her toward him, and embraced her, stroking her hair lightly, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...", his voice broke.
She sobbed, her body jerking lightly against his. He too cried, but refused to let his body show it. He was more ashamed than he had ever been in his life.
Nutty woke up on top of Chris on the sofa. She had cried herself to sleep in his arms, and he too, had fallen asleep like that. She sighed heavily and let her head fall against his chest. The bruises on her face and ribs hurt, and she was overly fatigued from crying and stress.
He began to wake up to her shifting.
She shook him gently, "Chris?"
"Mmmm... What?", was his waking-up response.
"Chris? Now what do we do? They'll be after us...", she mumbled down at him.
His eyes opened at the thought, "We can't go to school anymore... We'll have to figure a way to get expelled, that way we don't just dissapear..."
"You can't live here either. This is the first place they'll look. You can stay at CC, since they won't think we're working together.", Nutty suggested.
"We're working together? That's a good idea. I have to dissapear completely.", he muttered.
"Well we are, aren't we?", he shook his head in agreement, as a person does when they first wake up, "Okay then. I guess that means we'll have to burn this building down."
He opened his eyes again, a sarcastic look overtaking his face, "Why?"
"That way they think you died, and if not that, atleast there won't be any evidence left behind.", she added.
"Wait a sec. First off, if we get expelled then my house burns down, they'll deffinately know.", she waved it off, "And second, they'll be able to figure out it was arson."
"You have a fire place. People's houses burn everyday when ashes land in the carpet or a log rolls and tosses sparks.", she proposed, "And it doesn't matter if they think you did it on purpose or not. It's the safest way."
"I guess..."
"Okay, so we pretend you rape me...", Nutty started.
Chris smirked, "Why can't it be the other way around?"
"You know, you're a total perv!", Nutty growled.
"I'm not the one who came up with this genius plan.", Chris growled back.
"It's the only thing that's so totally sure to get us expelled that--", Nutty continued.
"Yes, yes, I know.", he added, "In the girl's restroom, before 6th period ends, right?"
"Yes, that's when Mr. Dunbar patrols the hallways."
As Chris followed Nutty into the restroom, he made sure a kid who was wandering the hallways saw him go in. He and Nutty had agreed to make this look as real as possible, so they had to act it out for real. He looked around the corner to see what she was doing. She was washing her hands.
Mr. Dunbar walked down the hall. All of a sudden, he heard screaming. He ran down the hall, toward the women's restroom, where the sound orientated. Inside, was the one scene he thought he'd never see: the school's best student, Mr. Chris Miller, trying to take advantage of the one girl he had had the most trouble with.
"Mr. Miller...", Mr. Dunbar exclaimed with disdain, "You are both expelled!", he couldn't think clearly with that Nutty girl crying and the whole scene.
He grabbed each by the arm and dragged the two, half-clothed teens down the hall.
"Why me? I didn't do anything wrong!", Nutty exclaimed.
Students stood in the doorways, looking out at the spectacle. It was something they wouldn't soon forget.
In the office, they decided they'd have to call the Briefs. Nutty and Chris looked at each other, realizing what that would mean. As the secretary dialed the number, Nutty grabbed the phone, and crying, told Bulma how some kid had tried to rape her, but Chris came and tried to save her, but she didn't realize it at the time and ended up hurting him instead of the bad kid.
Bulma came right down, fussing over the two. The whole time, Mr. Dunbar didn't understand what was going on.
Bulma had her personal limo take Nutty and Chris to his house to drop him off. In the back, behind the shielded glass, they talked.
"That was good. You're a good actor.", Nutty said breathlessly, "I was really scared."
"Who said I was acting?", he smiled at her.
She shuttered. Sometimes some of the things he said really scared her. She knew that if he hadn't stopped, he could have really hurt her. Then again, looking back to the other night, he could have really killed her.
It was funny, how afraid this one little boy could make her, when she lived and made angry one of the strongest men on the planet. There were a lot of people who really hated her who could really hurt her, yet this was the only one who ever scared her.
He reached over and lightly brushed her bare shoulder with his fingertips. She marveled at it. He was so scary... and yet... She really WASN'T afraid of him. She sighed.
"Penny for your thoughts?",he asked carefully.
"Maybe a twenty-four karat diamond, yes. A penny, not on your life.", she looked at him, then noticing the cuts around his face and arms where she had scratched him, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you."
He laughed, "Hurt me? After the coffee mug? Come now, Nutnut..."
"Nutnut?", it was her turn to look incredulous.
He smiled and shook his head, dropping his hand from her arm, to where her hand rested.
She smiled and looked over at him, "Time to burn down a house?"
"Shh...", he whispered, "Wait until tomorrow. Then it won't look quite so suspicious."
