It took a week for the rumors about Desi's bloody hand and Desi's fever to calm down.
"Look who's back from the dead Chris! Can it be? THE Desdemona?" Gordie said, trying his best to sound surprised.
"I am going to die."
"Why this time?"
"You try being stuck in MY house for SEVEN straight days!" Desi doesn't like her home. Her mother and father don't give two shits about her or her siblings. Her older brother, Steve, was going off to college at the end of the week. Meaning Desi was officially stuck taking care of her younger sister, Kelsey, who was eight, "Kelsey had to make me soup, and she doesn't even know how to use a stove!"
"Sounds delicious," Chris sounded amused, "Look, its school, do you think you can go through a day without, I don't know, bleeding on anyone?"
"I'll try, but I can't make promises."
"Seriously, keep this shit up, you're going to get kicked out of school, you know what that means, right?"
"No, what?" She was confused. Common sense doesn't agree with her to good.
"It means… That you will have to stay home all day, everyday, FOREVER!"
"NOOOOO! MORE TIME AT HOME! NOOOO! Okay, I solemnly swear, no more trouble for me!"
The day went by, Chris and Gordie don't see Desi until lunch. At lunch, Desi stormed into the lunchroom. Chris could have sworn that he saw small horns growing steadily where her dark hair met her pale face.
"I'm going to cry." Desi said, pouting once she reached the table Gordie and Chris were sitting at. Gordie was reading.
"Come, sit, tell Chris about it." Chris said, patting the seat next to him.
"I have detention."
"You swore!!" Chris shouted.
"Hey! You're not helping the situation! Don't you wanna know why?"
"Tell us," Gordie said, his head popping above the book he was reading.
"Teddy… Duchamp, you know him, right?"
Chris and Gordie exchanged quick but meaningful glances. Both of them were guilty of the same crime. They both haven't talked to Teddy Duchamp or Vern Tessio since that day back when they were twelve, "Yea, we know him." Gordie whispered into his book.
"Ok, well he is in my English class. And he was interrogating me. So I turned around and told him that if he didn't shut up he was going to lose his dick. Then Mrs. I Hate Children said 'Teddy, Desdemona, you can finish your conversation in detention.' And before I could protest Teddy said 'We would love to, thank you Mrs. Wilson for giving us that opportunity.' Can you believe him?!"
"That's annoying, only one day right?" Chris asked.
"No, two."
"Hey. Guess who I gotta date with?!" Gordie exclaimed.
"Gordie, you have a date?! Who's the lucky chick your mackin' it to this time?" Desi smiled, picturing Gordie mackin' it to anyone.
"Chelsea Ladron. You know, the brunette with the nice smile."
"Gordie! You're mackin' it to my only friend?!"
"Hey! If she is your only friend, what does that make me?"
"You're Chris…"
"What, I've been demoted from Desi's friend to… Chris?"
"Mmmm, yea."
"Not fair! I hate you."
"You love me."
"Ok, I only LIKED you when I was your friend, now that I'm just Chris, I don't know…"
"You… you don't love me anymore… GORDIE he doesn't love me anymore!" Desi said, trying her best to make a pouting face. The laughing didn't make it to believable though.
"Hey, don't expect me to stick up for you, you only have one friend remember."
"Fine! Fine! I have three friends, that doesn't make me any less pathetic though."
"Yea, but you have three whole friend, me and Chris here, we only have two…"
"Haha, you're losers." Desi picked up her books and walked out of the lunchroom.
The rest of the day passed.
Chris and Desi shared one class.
History. They got in a few words
before class started.
"Wait for me after school, please," Desi pleaded with Chris
"How long?"
"I don't know, as long as detention lasts."
"Nah."
"Please Chris, please."
"Why should I, it was your stupid remarks that got you into detention, why should I wait for you?"
"Would you like me to go on my hands and knees and beg?"
"That might help the situation."
"No! I would get my pants dirty."
"You are such a girl."