A/N: Hey ya'll. This is yet another chapter. Aww, poor Jesse. I
think the title of the chapter kind of explains everthing so, I don't think
that I have much explaining to do. Uh, the chapter name does belong to
Queen, I must admit, that I am not that talented. So, this is it. If you
have any questions ask and thanks to all of your nice reviews.
lots~of~love~ashcake.
Chapter 2: Another One Bites The Dust
"What was that?" Guy said, as he opened the door to let Connie in.
"Hello to you too. And I don't know," Connie said.
"Where's Jules?" Adam asked.
"Back at the dorm. On the way over here she forgot her wallet so she when back to get it," Connie told them.
"But who was that screaming?" Guy asked.
"Guy, we are on a campus with hundreds of students. There is going to be screaming."
"I know but, in the middle of the day?"
"Guy, you worry to much, anyone ever told you that?" Adam asked him. "I'm going to go see if Julie is coming yet, i'll be back," Adam went to make his way out of the door.
"We'll come with you," Connie said and she and Guy followed Adam.
"The door is open," Adam noticed as they rounded the corner to Julie's dorm.
"So, maybe Julie didn't close it when she walked in," Guy said.
"No, something is wrong with the door, remember? It always shuts," Connie said, finally realizing what Adam had.
"Jules?" Adam peered in the room. Julie was crouched up against the door, blocking it from shutting. She was huttled in a small ball, rocking back and forth.
"Julie? Are you okay?" Connie asked, falling beside her friend.
Julie was quiet but they could hear her sobbing.
"Julie!" Adam pleaded. "Julie, answer us."
"Jules, what's the matter?... Why is the phone off the hook?" Guy said as he looked around the room.
"Julie say something, dammit!" Adam yelled.
"Jesse... he," Julie tried to talk between sobs.
"What, what about Jesse?" Adam asked, pulling Julie towards him. Guy hung the phone up and it immediatily began to ring again. He went to pick it up.
"No!" Julie yelled, stood up, and ran to the phone, all in one motion. She pulled the cord out of the wall.
"Julie, what the hell happened?" Adam asked, walking over to her.
"He's dead."
"Jesse?" Guy said, breathless.
Julie nodded, wiping away tears.
"Oh, God. Okay, but, why don't you want Guy to pick up the phone?" Connie asked.
"Somebody else called," Julie sobbed.
"Who? Is everyone else okay?" Adam asked.
Julie nodded, "Yeah, I think so. But, I don't know who was on the phone..." she broke down again.
"Okay, okay. Calm down, Jules. Can you tell me what they said?" Adam asked, stroking the back of her head.
"One Down."
"What? That's what they said?" Connie asked in disbelief.
"What the hell does that mean?" Guy asked.
"Okay, Julie? Who told you that Jesse died?" Adam asked.
"It was suicide. Fulton told me it was suicide."
"Guy, call Fulton. Alright, Julie come here." Adam pulled Julie into his chest and helped her to the bed where she laid down and curled up into a tiny ball, crying. Guy pulled out his cell phone and dialed Fulton's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Fult? This is Guy."
"Oh, God, Guy. Its' Jesse... he...."
"Yeah, I know. I'm here with Julie. Has anybody called you? I mean, someone you don't know."
"No, why? Well, Jesse's mom called. Trying to find Goldberg. She was a wreck. Both of her sons..."
"Oh, God. I totally forgot about Terry. Ohmigod. Is Goldberg okay? Portman?"
"Yeah, they'll be okay. Everyone knows. Maybe you guys should come over to our dorms. We're all over here."
"Yeah, we might do that," Guy told him and hung up the phone.
Connie was now crying and Guy wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Everyone else is over at Fulton's. Maybe we should go over too."
"Sure," Connie said. "How about you two?" she asked Adam and Julie.
"You want to, Jules?" She only nodded and the four of them walked back over to the boy's dormitory and into Fulton and Portman's dorm. All of the other ducks were sitting around the room, most of them crying or with tear-streaked faces.
Two Days Later
"Ohmigod!" Luis grumbled. "I have got to get out of this room," he grabbed his leather coat and stormed out of the room. Some of the others were sleeping or eating. At least trying to, nobody really had an appetite anymore.
Luis walked down the hall, aimlessly. Soon he found himself outside of the dressing room. None of them had gone to practice for the last two days. The Coach understood though, he had even cancelled it for the next two weeks.
Jesse's funeral was going to held at the end of the following week and all the ducks would be attending.
Luis walked by and into the weight lifting room. Only a few people were there along with their spotters. He walked through and found himself at the tanning beds. Shrugging he pulled off his wife-beater and jeans and he climbed in. Somebody walked in after him but Luis didn't see.
He laid down and pulled down the lid. The heat turned up but he figured maybe that was just how the beds here worked. When he almost fell asleep he decided it was time to get out. He pushed the lid. It didn't budge. He shoved it, harder this time. Still nothing happened. He kicked it and shoved it as hard as he possibly could but nothing would happen. Soon he began to scream for help, knowing it was a futile attempt considering that he was in the room alone, and who knew if the lifters were still there.
"Help!" he screamed, so loud his voice became hoarse. "Help me! I'm trapped!" Luis said. No need to state the obvious, he thought.
He could feel his body began to heat up, his skin turning redder by the moment. "HELP!" Luis' voice was now becoming quieter and quieter each time he screamed. He heard the door open and screamed louder. Nothing happened. He looked down at his legs and saw them turning a slight brown and pounded harder on the door, tears welling in his eyes from fright. "Oh, God. Help," he said in a voice no louder than a whisper and let the pain over take him.
Chapter 2: Another One Bites The Dust
"What was that?" Guy said, as he opened the door to let Connie in.
"Hello to you too. And I don't know," Connie said.
"Where's Jules?" Adam asked.
"Back at the dorm. On the way over here she forgot her wallet so she when back to get it," Connie told them.
"But who was that screaming?" Guy asked.
"Guy, we are on a campus with hundreds of students. There is going to be screaming."
"I know but, in the middle of the day?"
"Guy, you worry to much, anyone ever told you that?" Adam asked him. "I'm going to go see if Julie is coming yet, i'll be back," Adam went to make his way out of the door.
"We'll come with you," Connie said and she and Guy followed Adam.
"The door is open," Adam noticed as they rounded the corner to Julie's dorm.
"So, maybe Julie didn't close it when she walked in," Guy said.
"No, something is wrong with the door, remember? It always shuts," Connie said, finally realizing what Adam had.
"Jules?" Adam peered in the room. Julie was crouched up against the door, blocking it from shutting. She was huttled in a small ball, rocking back and forth.
"Julie? Are you okay?" Connie asked, falling beside her friend.
Julie was quiet but they could hear her sobbing.
"Julie!" Adam pleaded. "Julie, answer us."
"Jules, what's the matter?... Why is the phone off the hook?" Guy said as he looked around the room.
"Julie say something, dammit!" Adam yelled.
"Jesse... he," Julie tried to talk between sobs.
"What, what about Jesse?" Adam asked, pulling Julie towards him. Guy hung the phone up and it immediatily began to ring again. He went to pick it up.
"No!" Julie yelled, stood up, and ran to the phone, all in one motion. She pulled the cord out of the wall.
"Julie, what the hell happened?" Adam asked, walking over to her.
"He's dead."
"Jesse?" Guy said, breathless.
Julie nodded, wiping away tears.
"Oh, God. Okay, but, why don't you want Guy to pick up the phone?" Connie asked.
"Somebody else called," Julie sobbed.
"Who? Is everyone else okay?" Adam asked.
Julie nodded, "Yeah, I think so. But, I don't know who was on the phone..." she broke down again.
"Okay, okay. Calm down, Jules. Can you tell me what they said?" Adam asked, stroking the back of her head.
"One Down."
"What? That's what they said?" Connie asked in disbelief.
"What the hell does that mean?" Guy asked.
"Okay, Julie? Who told you that Jesse died?" Adam asked.
"It was suicide. Fulton told me it was suicide."
"Guy, call Fulton. Alright, Julie come here." Adam pulled Julie into his chest and helped her to the bed where she laid down and curled up into a tiny ball, crying. Guy pulled out his cell phone and dialed Fulton's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Fult? This is Guy."
"Oh, God, Guy. Its' Jesse... he...."
"Yeah, I know. I'm here with Julie. Has anybody called you? I mean, someone you don't know."
"No, why? Well, Jesse's mom called. Trying to find Goldberg. She was a wreck. Both of her sons..."
"Oh, God. I totally forgot about Terry. Ohmigod. Is Goldberg okay? Portman?"
"Yeah, they'll be okay. Everyone knows. Maybe you guys should come over to our dorms. We're all over here."
"Yeah, we might do that," Guy told him and hung up the phone.
Connie was now crying and Guy wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Everyone else is over at Fulton's. Maybe we should go over too."
"Sure," Connie said. "How about you two?" she asked Adam and Julie.
"You want to, Jules?" She only nodded and the four of them walked back over to the boy's dormitory and into Fulton and Portman's dorm. All of the other ducks were sitting around the room, most of them crying or with tear-streaked faces.
Two Days Later
"Ohmigod!" Luis grumbled. "I have got to get out of this room," he grabbed his leather coat and stormed out of the room. Some of the others were sleeping or eating. At least trying to, nobody really had an appetite anymore.
Luis walked down the hall, aimlessly. Soon he found himself outside of the dressing room. None of them had gone to practice for the last two days. The Coach understood though, he had even cancelled it for the next two weeks.
Jesse's funeral was going to held at the end of the following week and all the ducks would be attending.
Luis walked by and into the weight lifting room. Only a few people were there along with their spotters. He walked through and found himself at the tanning beds. Shrugging he pulled off his wife-beater and jeans and he climbed in. Somebody walked in after him but Luis didn't see.
He laid down and pulled down the lid. The heat turned up but he figured maybe that was just how the beds here worked. When he almost fell asleep he decided it was time to get out. He pushed the lid. It didn't budge. He shoved it, harder this time. Still nothing happened. He kicked it and shoved it as hard as he possibly could but nothing would happen. Soon he began to scream for help, knowing it was a futile attempt considering that he was in the room alone, and who knew if the lifters were still there.
"Help!" he screamed, so loud his voice became hoarse. "Help me! I'm trapped!" Luis said. No need to state the obvious, he thought.
He could feel his body began to heat up, his skin turning redder by the moment. "HELP!" Luis' voice was now becoming quieter and quieter each time he screamed. He heard the door open and screamed louder. Nothing happened. He looked down at his legs and saw them turning a slight brown and pounded harder on the door, tears welling in his eyes from fright. "Oh, God. Help," he said in a voice no louder than a whisper and let the pain over take him.
