Two Months Later
Misty stood in the back of the dance room, going along with the music just like everyone else. They were going to perform in a recital in another month so everyone was practicing as much as they could. Misty hadn't spoken to anyone since David was taken away. He was being held at the town prison until a week before the recital was to be held.
She hadn't told anyone the truth yet. She hadn't told anyone anything. The day that he was taken away, a lot of her "friends" had tried to comfort her, as if he had been her boyfriend or something. Sure, she had thought about asking him to become her's, but she never said anything about it.
A few of the others had noticed Misty's sudden act of silent ness and they had become concerned. They all knew about David and how he was in jail, but they were starting to wonder if what Mrs. Kloppman had told them was really what had happened.
Becka frowned as she watched Misty begin to walk out of the dance room after practice was over, not saying goodbye to anyone. She grabbed onto Spot's arm and said, "Let's go see what's wrong. I have a feeling that she's hiding something from us." Spot sighed and followed her out the door.
"Misty!" Becka shouted. Misty turned around and stopped, but she didn't know why. She had no intention of talking to them or to anyone else in that matter. Once Spot and Becka had caught up with her, Becka said, "Misty, is everything alright?"
Misty nodded and turned around to continue walking. Spot frowned and said, "What about David? Is he ok?" Misty stopped and stood there for a few moments, not moving. When she finally turned around, she had an awful look on her face. She looked as though she could kill Spot.
He grinned and crossed his arms. "We know that what Kloppman and the bulls said wasn't the whole story. Why don't you fess up and tell us what really happened?" Misty's knuckles turned white as she made a fist with her hand. She opened her mouth to say any something, but she stopped.
'You have the right to remain silent.' played through her head. She was guilty for putting David in jail, it wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything. She had only one right: to remain silent until her acts where condemned. Becka frowned and put her hands on her hips.
"Misty, you're going to have to talk eventually. David will come back and I bet that you'll be back, too. Until then, don't expect any association from us because if you don't want to talk to us, then we don't have to talk to you."
Misty stared at Becka for a few moments before she turned around and began to walk away, not intending to say a single word. Spot sighed and looked over at his girlfriend. "Well, that could have gone a lot better." Becka put her hands down and sighed, also. "Yeah, I guess so, huh?"
Inside the Dance Room
Abby sighed and began to put her shoes back on. Swifty looked over at her from on top of the small stage and silently wondered if anything was wrong. Of course, he didn't say anything to her or anybody else about his concerns. He wasn't very fond of this school, or the people the people that went there, a matter of fact.
His only friends were Abby, Pie Eater, Boots, Itey, Skittery, Duchy, Snitch, Bumlets, and he had occasionally talked to Jovani during a few of his classes. Other than that, he didn't' really associate with any of the many, many girls there and what little boys they had.
Abby was one of the only "things" that he could call his. She was his and nobody else's. He planned to keep it that way, too, but lately she seemed to be very depressed and that made him feel sad, too.
Maybe it was because their old friend, who he found was named Willie, had caused a conflict between one of her best friend's and their boyfriend(Lisa and Racetrack), maybe it was because Itey and Sunshine's baby problems, maybe it was because David was in jail, or maybe she had her own problems that she was going through at the time. He had almost given up on trying to figure it out by himself, but everything seemed a lot clearer the day before the concert.
David was supposed to come back that day, so everyone was getting their questions ready for him. They all wanted to know what the real was behind his arrest.
Abby sat in the back of the dance room, keeping to herself, a sad, cold look on her face. This wasn't her, though. She was usually really happy and hyper, never depressed. Class had just ended and most of the other kids had left, leaving only Becka, Spot, Lisa, Racetrack, Nicole, Kid Blink, Cory and Swifty left.
Abby picked up her bag and stood up to leave, not really paying any attention to her friends who stood around her. Swifty frowned and followed after her.
"Buttons!" he yelled after her, using one of her many, many nicknames instead of her real name. She didn't really hear him, so she kept walking. She went around the corner, Swifty swiftly following her, not making a sound as he did so.
There was a soft beeping noise that he could make out to be the beat of his favorite song, "The World Will Know". He stopped at the corner that she had turned, knowing that that had been her cell phone. He looked over at her and watched as she answered it.
"What you want?" she said, not even saying 'hello' or' who's this?' before she talked. "Listen Li, I don't want to here it...no, I can't baby-sit tomorrow...because I have my play thing, remember?...yeah that's tomorrow! What, did you forget or something?..." she sighed before going on. "No, I don't know what Chris's number is...no, I highly doubt that she'll want to watch him...yeah, bye to you, too."
She hung up and slowly put her phone back into her coat's pocket. She shook her head before she continued to walk, this time at a much, much slower pace. Swifty began to quicken his walk so that he caught up with her.
"Hey there!" he said to her, a bright smile on his face. She looked up at him and quickly wiped away all signs of hate in on her face. "Hey, what's up?" Swifty thought about her question for a moment and stopped his walk. When Abby kept walking, he frowned and grabbed her arm. "I need to talk with you."
She looked down at his hand and then back up at his eyes. She slowly nodded, no longer looking at his face. "Yeah...I think we need to talk, too."
At the Dorm
Vanessa, Mush, Erica, Jack, Lisa, Racetrack, Becka, Spot, and Willie all waited patiently for David's arrival. He was supposed to be dropped off at 8:00pm and it was 8:30; he was late. Lisa sighed and leaned her head on Racetrack's shoulder, slowly closing her eyes.
"Were the hell is he?" Spot said to himself, looking at his watch for the fifth time. "I tell you what," Becka said to him, lacing her fingers along with his. "If he isn't here in fifteen minuets, we'll go back inside." Spot sighed and nodded his head.
Racetrack began to play with the tips of Lisa's hair, sneaking a look up at Willie, just to see what his reaction was. Willie hadn't seemed jealous at all of Racetrack. In fact, he didn't really seem to care. It made him mad because it didn't really bother him, but at the same time, he was glad because his girlfriend's friend didn't hate him.
Willie didn't really know David all that well, so he wasn't exactly sure why he was there. Lisa had wanted him to come down with them, and that's all he needed to do.
Just before they were about to head back in, a taxi pulled up to the front gate. Everyone watched in slow motion as David slowly opened the door and walked out. A small smile came to his face when he saw them. He closed the door and walked up to the gate, staring up the stairs towards them, his smile faded a little, but not enough to let his friends notice.
Jack, Spot, Mush and Racetrack all ran to the gate to greet him. The girls and Willie all walked towards them, taking their sweet time. They, too, stopped at the gate, but nobody dared to open it. David looked around and sighed. "Hey..." he swung his duffle bag over his shoulder and held up his hand.
"So how was the slammahs?" Racetrack joked, his New York accent revealing itself. Lisa giggled upon hearing it, making Racetrack slightly blush. David laughed softly and looked down at the floor. "Where's Misty?" he asked. Becka sighed and walked over to the front of the gate, everyone around her silent.
"Davey..." she put her hand on the gate and shook her head, "She hasn't talked to anyone since the day you left. Nobody's seen her in a week, either. I'm sorry, but she just doesn't want to hear anything about you right now. Why don't you come in and you can tell us everything that happened."
David slowly nodded, an expressionless mask plastered on his face. Spot looked up at the top of the gate were the was a small box office. He cupped his hands and yelled, "Hey! Open the gates!" A small girl's head popped out, she looked at the small group and to David.
There was a small box to their right that buzzed. "Who's there?" the girl said. Spot leaned his head against the brick wall and rested his arm above the monitor, and pushed the button. "Swingah, jus' tell Snitch ta open da door..." Becka looked at Spot in surprise. She had only heard him use his real voice once before, and that was because she had bugged him to death until he did. She looked back at David, who still wasn't looking at them. 'Something's not right...' she thought.
There was a moment of silence before another voice came from the box. "Spot, you gotta tell us who it is before we can open the gate. It's what the rules-"
"Fuck the rules!" Spot yelled, "Open da' damn gate, Snitch!" Spot hit the wall with his arm and looked up at the box office. He walked away from the monitor and yelled up at it, "You wanna know who it is?! It's David! Now open the gate!"
Becka took a step back. That wasn't Spot, at least, not the Spot that she knew. 'He's not allowed back in here...that's why he's mad. If he doesn't use force, then they won't open the gates.' Becka thought to herself. She watched as they slowly opened, letting David come in for the first time in two months.
The gates closed behind them as the group took David back to the dorm. "You gotta hide out for a while, ok?" Jack said, grabbing his friend's arm and pulling him towards the back of the dorm where there was another elevator that avoided running into any teachers.
The others followed after them, except for Becka. She held onto Spot's arm, not letting him go. He didn't look at her for a moment, knowing that he had scared her earlier. He turned to face her taking her hand in his and bringing her close to him. They fell to their knees, Spot slightly shaking.
"I'm sorry..." he finally said, burring his face in her hair. She leaned her head against him and closed her eyes. "Who was that? That strange person yelling.." she quietly said. She hadn't spoken this quietly since she was in middle school. Spot lifted her chin so that she was looking into his eyes, as he was to her. "That was me...the old me, anyways..." he said. Becka pulled away from him to get a better look at his cold, blue eyes.
"Tell me..." Spot tilted his head to the side. "Tell you what?"
"Tell me how you used to be..." Spot looked away for a moment, as if trying to hide something. "Shot, I don't think that's a good-" Becka shook her head and said, "I need to know who you are! Please...tell me?"
Spot was silent for a few more moments before nodding and standing up, bringing her with him. "Ok, I'll tell you..."
Misty stood in the back of the dance room, going along with the music just like everyone else. They were going to perform in a recital in another month so everyone was practicing as much as they could. Misty hadn't spoken to anyone since David was taken away. He was being held at the town prison until a week before the recital was to be held.
She hadn't told anyone the truth yet. She hadn't told anyone anything. The day that he was taken away, a lot of her "friends" had tried to comfort her, as if he had been her boyfriend or something. Sure, she had thought about asking him to become her's, but she never said anything about it.
A few of the others had noticed Misty's sudden act of silent ness and they had become concerned. They all knew about David and how he was in jail, but they were starting to wonder if what Mrs. Kloppman had told them was really what had happened.
Becka frowned as she watched Misty begin to walk out of the dance room after practice was over, not saying goodbye to anyone. She grabbed onto Spot's arm and said, "Let's go see what's wrong. I have a feeling that she's hiding something from us." Spot sighed and followed her out the door.
"Misty!" Becka shouted. Misty turned around and stopped, but she didn't know why. She had no intention of talking to them or to anyone else in that matter. Once Spot and Becka had caught up with her, Becka said, "Misty, is everything alright?"
Misty nodded and turned around to continue walking. Spot frowned and said, "What about David? Is he ok?" Misty stopped and stood there for a few moments, not moving. When she finally turned around, she had an awful look on her face. She looked as though she could kill Spot.
He grinned and crossed his arms. "We know that what Kloppman and the bulls said wasn't the whole story. Why don't you fess up and tell us what really happened?" Misty's knuckles turned white as she made a fist with her hand. She opened her mouth to say any something, but she stopped.
'You have the right to remain silent.' played through her head. She was guilty for putting David in jail, it wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything. She had only one right: to remain silent until her acts where condemned. Becka frowned and put her hands on her hips.
"Misty, you're going to have to talk eventually. David will come back and I bet that you'll be back, too. Until then, don't expect any association from us because if you don't want to talk to us, then we don't have to talk to you."
Misty stared at Becka for a few moments before she turned around and began to walk away, not intending to say a single word. Spot sighed and looked over at his girlfriend. "Well, that could have gone a lot better." Becka put her hands down and sighed, also. "Yeah, I guess so, huh?"
Inside the Dance Room
Abby sighed and began to put her shoes back on. Swifty looked over at her from on top of the small stage and silently wondered if anything was wrong. Of course, he didn't say anything to her or anybody else about his concerns. He wasn't very fond of this school, or the people the people that went there, a matter of fact.
His only friends were Abby, Pie Eater, Boots, Itey, Skittery, Duchy, Snitch, Bumlets, and he had occasionally talked to Jovani during a few of his classes. Other than that, he didn't' really associate with any of the many, many girls there and what little boys they had.
Abby was one of the only "things" that he could call his. She was his and nobody else's. He planned to keep it that way, too, but lately she seemed to be very depressed and that made him feel sad, too.
Maybe it was because their old friend, who he found was named Willie, had caused a conflict between one of her best friend's and their boyfriend(Lisa and Racetrack), maybe it was because Itey and Sunshine's baby problems, maybe it was because David was in jail, or maybe she had her own problems that she was going through at the time. He had almost given up on trying to figure it out by himself, but everything seemed a lot clearer the day before the concert.
David was supposed to come back that day, so everyone was getting their questions ready for him. They all wanted to know what the real was behind his arrest.
Abby sat in the back of the dance room, keeping to herself, a sad, cold look on her face. This wasn't her, though. She was usually really happy and hyper, never depressed. Class had just ended and most of the other kids had left, leaving only Becka, Spot, Lisa, Racetrack, Nicole, Kid Blink, Cory and Swifty left.
Abby picked up her bag and stood up to leave, not really paying any attention to her friends who stood around her. Swifty frowned and followed after her.
"Buttons!" he yelled after her, using one of her many, many nicknames instead of her real name. She didn't really hear him, so she kept walking. She went around the corner, Swifty swiftly following her, not making a sound as he did so.
There was a soft beeping noise that he could make out to be the beat of his favorite song, "The World Will Know". He stopped at the corner that she had turned, knowing that that had been her cell phone. He looked over at her and watched as she answered it.
"What you want?" she said, not even saying 'hello' or' who's this?' before she talked. "Listen Li, I don't want to here it...no, I can't baby-sit tomorrow...because I have my play thing, remember?...yeah that's tomorrow! What, did you forget or something?..." she sighed before going on. "No, I don't know what Chris's number is...no, I highly doubt that she'll want to watch him...yeah, bye to you, too."
She hung up and slowly put her phone back into her coat's pocket. She shook her head before she continued to walk, this time at a much, much slower pace. Swifty began to quicken his walk so that he caught up with her.
"Hey there!" he said to her, a bright smile on his face. She looked up at him and quickly wiped away all signs of hate in on her face. "Hey, what's up?" Swifty thought about her question for a moment and stopped his walk. When Abby kept walking, he frowned and grabbed her arm. "I need to talk with you."
She looked down at his hand and then back up at his eyes. She slowly nodded, no longer looking at his face. "Yeah...I think we need to talk, too."
At the Dorm
Vanessa, Mush, Erica, Jack, Lisa, Racetrack, Becka, Spot, and Willie all waited patiently for David's arrival. He was supposed to be dropped off at 8:00pm and it was 8:30; he was late. Lisa sighed and leaned her head on Racetrack's shoulder, slowly closing her eyes.
"Were the hell is he?" Spot said to himself, looking at his watch for the fifth time. "I tell you what," Becka said to him, lacing her fingers along with his. "If he isn't here in fifteen minuets, we'll go back inside." Spot sighed and nodded his head.
Racetrack began to play with the tips of Lisa's hair, sneaking a look up at Willie, just to see what his reaction was. Willie hadn't seemed jealous at all of Racetrack. In fact, he didn't really seem to care. It made him mad because it didn't really bother him, but at the same time, he was glad because his girlfriend's friend didn't hate him.
Willie didn't really know David all that well, so he wasn't exactly sure why he was there. Lisa had wanted him to come down with them, and that's all he needed to do.
Just before they were about to head back in, a taxi pulled up to the front gate. Everyone watched in slow motion as David slowly opened the door and walked out. A small smile came to his face when he saw them. He closed the door and walked up to the gate, staring up the stairs towards them, his smile faded a little, but not enough to let his friends notice.
Jack, Spot, Mush and Racetrack all ran to the gate to greet him. The girls and Willie all walked towards them, taking their sweet time. They, too, stopped at the gate, but nobody dared to open it. David looked around and sighed. "Hey..." he swung his duffle bag over his shoulder and held up his hand.
"So how was the slammahs?" Racetrack joked, his New York accent revealing itself. Lisa giggled upon hearing it, making Racetrack slightly blush. David laughed softly and looked down at the floor. "Where's Misty?" he asked. Becka sighed and walked over to the front of the gate, everyone around her silent.
"Davey..." she put her hand on the gate and shook her head, "She hasn't talked to anyone since the day you left. Nobody's seen her in a week, either. I'm sorry, but she just doesn't want to hear anything about you right now. Why don't you come in and you can tell us everything that happened."
David slowly nodded, an expressionless mask plastered on his face. Spot looked up at the top of the gate were the was a small box office. He cupped his hands and yelled, "Hey! Open the gates!" A small girl's head popped out, she looked at the small group and to David.
There was a small box to their right that buzzed. "Who's there?" the girl said. Spot leaned his head against the brick wall and rested his arm above the monitor, and pushed the button. "Swingah, jus' tell Snitch ta open da door..." Becka looked at Spot in surprise. She had only heard him use his real voice once before, and that was because she had bugged him to death until he did. She looked back at David, who still wasn't looking at them. 'Something's not right...' she thought.
There was a moment of silence before another voice came from the box. "Spot, you gotta tell us who it is before we can open the gate. It's what the rules-"
"Fuck the rules!" Spot yelled, "Open da' damn gate, Snitch!" Spot hit the wall with his arm and looked up at the box office. He walked away from the monitor and yelled up at it, "You wanna know who it is?! It's David! Now open the gate!"
Becka took a step back. That wasn't Spot, at least, not the Spot that she knew. 'He's not allowed back in here...that's why he's mad. If he doesn't use force, then they won't open the gates.' Becka thought to herself. She watched as they slowly opened, letting David come in for the first time in two months.
The gates closed behind them as the group took David back to the dorm. "You gotta hide out for a while, ok?" Jack said, grabbing his friend's arm and pulling him towards the back of the dorm where there was another elevator that avoided running into any teachers.
The others followed after them, except for Becka. She held onto Spot's arm, not letting him go. He didn't look at her for a moment, knowing that he had scared her earlier. He turned to face her taking her hand in his and bringing her close to him. They fell to their knees, Spot slightly shaking.
"I'm sorry..." he finally said, burring his face in her hair. She leaned her head against him and closed her eyes. "Who was that? That strange person yelling.." she quietly said. She hadn't spoken this quietly since she was in middle school. Spot lifted her chin so that she was looking into his eyes, as he was to her. "That was me...the old me, anyways..." he said. Becka pulled away from him to get a better look at his cold, blue eyes.
"Tell me..." Spot tilted his head to the side. "Tell you what?"
"Tell me how you used to be..." Spot looked away for a moment, as if trying to hide something. "Shot, I don't think that's a good-" Becka shook her head and said, "I need to know who you are! Please...tell me?"
Spot was silent for a few more moments before nodding and standing up, bringing her with him. "Ok, I'll tell you..."