Chapter 10:
Blood splattered on my face and some fell onto my shirt. Mike dropped his gun and fell to the ground. A bloody bullet hole lay on the side of his temple. I looked behind me and saw Ace with a gun in hand. My eyes closed slowly as tears started to form and I turned back to Mike. I knelt down beside him, still in shock and in disbelief of what had just happened. I took two fingers and touched the blood covered wound on his head.
His eyes were still open and everything. I took his gun that lay beside him and looked at it intently. Eyeball knelt beside me and tried to talk me into giving him the gun.
"Jess, give it to me." He said softly as I cried more. I opened my eyes and pointed the gun to my head looking at Eric. "Jess, you don't want to do this." Eyeball whispered. I then pointed the gun towards Eric. I guess everyone was waiting for me to kill him. Then Eyeball looked at Eric.
"Jess, give me the gun." He said, and completely blew everyone's minds. I gave it to him slowly and he put it in his pocket. I closed my eyes and leaned into Eyeball. I cried against his chest as everyone started to clear out. They knew there wouldn't be a fight tonight. Eyeball stayed there with me until 2:30. And I cried the whole time.
"Do you want to start heading home now?" He asked me, and I nodded.
"Can I have the gun." I asked, drying my tears. He cautiously handed it to me and I put it in my jacket pocket. I gave Michael one last kiss, and got up and walked to the truck with Eyeball. Teddy was fast asleep by now. Eyeball didn't say a word to me as he drove us to Teddy's house. We parked the truck and walked home together. We got into the house and I did not say one word to Eyeball. I walked into the bedroom and cried myself to sleep.
For the next week I wasn't getting out of bed at all. I just wanted to cry all the time. I was also avoiding telling Eyeball what I had found out. He'd check up on me all the time, and even brought Melanie in. But I was dead. My first love, my best friend, my Michael, was dead.
Monday morning I made myself get out of bed and go one with my life. I got ready for work, but before I left I sat Eyeball down, and told him what was going on.
"Eyeball, I have to tell you something." He sighed disappointedly as if I were about to say something horrible and leaned back against the couch.
"Before Michael died." I guess he thought I was telling him something completely terrible because he sat with his head in his hands, but he had to know.
"Before Michael died. I found out something. Eyeball. I'm pregnant." He lifted his head slowly with an astonished look on his face, as if he was expecting me to say something else.
"Oh thank God." He said and hugged me.
"Wow, you took this better than I thought."
"Don't ever scare me like that ever again! I thought you were going to say you fucked Michael or something..."
"No way." I smiled, and it grew silent, then his eyes widened.
"You're pregnant." He said, and I smiled more.
"That's right."
"Holy shit." He said.
"Eyeball, are you okay?"
"We're going to have a kid?"
"Uh news flash buddy, we already do have one."
"But I mean like a baby."
"Yeah well pregnancy usually leads to the birth of a baby."
"I-It's mine, right?" I gave him a strange look.
"No, it's the hot milkman's that I've been sneaking around with lately. Eyeball, of course it's yours you dip-shit." I laughed.
"I was just asking."
"It's always polite to ask I guess."
"My wife is pregnant. My Jess is pregnant!" I smiled and we stood up. Eyeball took me into his arms and kissed me.
"Wow, I think that that is the best reaction I've ever gotten from you."
"We have to go shopping for him!"
"Him? Who said it was a boy?"
"It's just got to be. Eyeball Chambers produces nothing but guys."
"Have you forgotten about Melanie already?"
"Well, I mean, besides her. She doesn't count because I wasn't there for the whole baby experience."
"Uh huh. So you have a feeling it's a boy."
"You know how guys are with this stuff. Having a boy is like getting laid. It has a certain pride to it, that you can show off to all the guys."
"I can't believe you just compared having a boy to getting screwed. I am truly surprised. Only you could pull that off."
"Thank you." He said proudly. That's my Eyeball!
Later on that week we told everyone about the baby on the way. Now, I know what this meant, no smoking, no drinking, no fun. But that's the way it goes. On Friday, Eyeball and I hung out with the Cobras, and I hadn't seen Ace since he shot Michael. Eyeball and I sat on the hood of Ace's car. I sat as I usually did, in Indian style.
"Jess, do you think it's a good idea to be sitting like that in your, um, condition?" Charlie said, swallowing hard.
"Condition?" I said in a low voice, looking at him strangely.
"She's pregnant, not handicapped you idiot!" Vince said, and I laughed. "But Cherry-Mc-Virgin here does have a point." Charlie scowled at Vince.
"I appreciate the pussy concern of you guys, but I'm fine. I'm only a month along."
"Pussy? Can she say that?" Billy whispered to Vince and Charlie, looking at me weird. Vince and Charlie shrugged and looked at me oddly also.
"Guys," I sighed. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't fucking swear anymore! Jesus. You guys are acting like I'm a fucking leopard."
"We jus' want you to be careful, that's all." Billy said.
"Well, like I said, I appreciate your lame ass concern and everything, but I'm fine. Now, lets go have some fun. Mailbox baseball, anyone?" I smirked.
"Alright." They all agreed.
When I hopped off the hood, Charlie, Vince, and Billy ran over. Charlie came first and tried to help me into the car. I made a sour face at him, and they backed off. I knew they were trying to help and everything, but they're really acting pussy.
Blood splattered on my face and some fell onto my shirt. Mike dropped his gun and fell to the ground. A bloody bullet hole lay on the side of his temple. I looked behind me and saw Ace with a gun in hand. My eyes closed slowly as tears started to form and I turned back to Mike. I knelt down beside him, still in shock and in disbelief of what had just happened. I took two fingers and touched the blood covered wound on his head.
His eyes were still open and everything. I took his gun that lay beside him and looked at it intently. Eyeball knelt beside me and tried to talk me into giving him the gun.
"Jess, give it to me." He said softly as I cried more. I opened my eyes and pointed the gun to my head looking at Eric. "Jess, you don't want to do this." Eyeball whispered. I then pointed the gun towards Eric. I guess everyone was waiting for me to kill him. Then Eyeball looked at Eric.
"Jess, give me the gun." He said, and completely blew everyone's minds. I gave it to him slowly and he put it in his pocket. I closed my eyes and leaned into Eyeball. I cried against his chest as everyone started to clear out. They knew there wouldn't be a fight tonight. Eyeball stayed there with me until 2:30. And I cried the whole time.
"Do you want to start heading home now?" He asked me, and I nodded.
"Can I have the gun." I asked, drying my tears. He cautiously handed it to me and I put it in my jacket pocket. I gave Michael one last kiss, and got up and walked to the truck with Eyeball. Teddy was fast asleep by now. Eyeball didn't say a word to me as he drove us to Teddy's house. We parked the truck and walked home together. We got into the house and I did not say one word to Eyeball. I walked into the bedroom and cried myself to sleep.
For the next week I wasn't getting out of bed at all. I just wanted to cry all the time. I was also avoiding telling Eyeball what I had found out. He'd check up on me all the time, and even brought Melanie in. But I was dead. My first love, my best friend, my Michael, was dead.
Monday morning I made myself get out of bed and go one with my life. I got ready for work, but before I left I sat Eyeball down, and told him what was going on.
"Eyeball, I have to tell you something." He sighed disappointedly as if I were about to say something horrible and leaned back against the couch.
"Before Michael died." I guess he thought I was telling him something completely terrible because he sat with his head in his hands, but he had to know.
"Before Michael died. I found out something. Eyeball. I'm pregnant." He lifted his head slowly with an astonished look on his face, as if he was expecting me to say something else.
"Oh thank God." He said and hugged me.
"Wow, you took this better than I thought."
"Don't ever scare me like that ever again! I thought you were going to say you fucked Michael or something..."
"No way." I smiled, and it grew silent, then his eyes widened.
"You're pregnant." He said, and I smiled more.
"That's right."
"Holy shit." He said.
"Eyeball, are you okay?"
"We're going to have a kid?"
"Uh news flash buddy, we already do have one."
"But I mean like a baby."
"Yeah well pregnancy usually leads to the birth of a baby."
"I-It's mine, right?" I gave him a strange look.
"No, it's the hot milkman's that I've been sneaking around with lately. Eyeball, of course it's yours you dip-shit." I laughed.
"I was just asking."
"It's always polite to ask I guess."
"My wife is pregnant. My Jess is pregnant!" I smiled and we stood up. Eyeball took me into his arms and kissed me.
"Wow, I think that that is the best reaction I've ever gotten from you."
"We have to go shopping for him!"
"Him? Who said it was a boy?"
"It's just got to be. Eyeball Chambers produces nothing but guys."
"Have you forgotten about Melanie already?"
"Well, I mean, besides her. She doesn't count because I wasn't there for the whole baby experience."
"Uh huh. So you have a feeling it's a boy."
"You know how guys are with this stuff. Having a boy is like getting laid. It has a certain pride to it, that you can show off to all the guys."
"I can't believe you just compared having a boy to getting screwed. I am truly surprised. Only you could pull that off."
"Thank you." He said proudly. That's my Eyeball!
Later on that week we told everyone about the baby on the way. Now, I know what this meant, no smoking, no drinking, no fun. But that's the way it goes. On Friday, Eyeball and I hung out with the Cobras, and I hadn't seen Ace since he shot Michael. Eyeball and I sat on the hood of Ace's car. I sat as I usually did, in Indian style.
"Jess, do you think it's a good idea to be sitting like that in your, um, condition?" Charlie said, swallowing hard.
"Condition?" I said in a low voice, looking at him strangely.
"She's pregnant, not handicapped you idiot!" Vince said, and I laughed. "But Cherry-Mc-Virgin here does have a point." Charlie scowled at Vince.
"I appreciate the pussy concern of you guys, but I'm fine. I'm only a month along."
"Pussy? Can she say that?" Billy whispered to Vince and Charlie, looking at me weird. Vince and Charlie shrugged and looked at me oddly also.
"Guys," I sighed. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't fucking swear anymore! Jesus. You guys are acting like I'm a fucking leopard."
"We jus' want you to be careful, that's all." Billy said.
"Well, like I said, I appreciate your lame ass concern and everything, but I'm fine. Now, lets go have some fun. Mailbox baseball, anyone?" I smirked.
"Alright." They all agreed.
When I hopped off the hood, Charlie, Vince, and Billy ran over. Charlie came first and tried to help me into the car. I made a sour face at him, and they backed off. I knew they were trying to help and everything, but they're really acting pussy.