Chapter Seven
Harold's Residence
"I had Gabriella last night. Do you still have the hots for her?" Jake announced as he entered the kitchen where Freddy was engaging himself in breakfast. He spat the cereal in his mouth over the table. No he didn't have the hots for that bitch-but yet…
"No..." He growled and grabbing a banana off the counter, Jake continued.
"We hooked up after the homecoming game, and I had her in the back of Dad's car." He slammed his hand down on Freddy's forearm. Freddy grimaced, but it was the least of his worries. He felt like he was going to vomit up the corn flakes settling in his stomach.
"Wow, she's good Fred...it's too bad you didn't score." He let out a high pitched impression of a moaning Gabriella.
Freddy tuned out. He was relieved when there was a honk outside and Jake ran out the door to grab a ride with his fellow football team members. Gone out for the night. No more worrying.
The telephone interrupted his musings. Its loud shrilling sound made him jump and he hesitantly got up to answer it. He got it by the fourth ring. He was surprised Harold could afford a telephone line at all-only for Jake's sake, naturally.
The instant he heard her preppy, smiling voice, he knew it was Gabriella. Why would she be calling? She had made it perfectly clear she wanted little to do with Freddy- she had gotten what she really wanted.
"Hello." He spoke quietly as he always did on the phone...shy, you could guess he was.
"Hey...Um is Jake there?" Of course! Of course she'd be calling for Jake.
"No." He hesitated. "Can I take a message?" He cleared his throat and the lump in it.
"No but uh..." Her voiced quivered. "I'm scared, Freddy!" She blurted out and her sobs racked the phone line. His eye size doubled. What?
"What is it?" He replied emotionlessly. He didn't want Gabriella to think he cared, he held not an ounce of sympathy for her.
"I hooked up with Jake last night and...and some people told me he doesn't date...that he just adds girls to his 'Sluts I've Slept With' list." How had this gone over her head before? It was infamous around SH. "Is there even such thing?" She gasped through her tears.
He nodded, then remembered she couldn't see him.
"Yes. I have to go now, Gabriella." And he hung up on the girl he once cared about, more than anyone else in the world.
When the doorbell rang this time- he almost chose not to answer it. Figuring it'd be someone for Jake, or even Harold. But unsurprisingly, both of them being out and about.
When he swung open the door to his shock it was Brittiany. She grinned when she saw him, and clapped.
"Can I step in?" She asked, wringing her hands. In reply he slammed the door in her face.
No! He didn't want her seeing his house-the grotesque state he lived in- the truth behind Fred Charles Krueger.
"Freddy!" She was mad and banging furiously on his door.
Finally, he reopened it, after taking a deep breath. "What do you want?" He hissed.
"I'm your friend!" She stared defiantly into his eyes and finally, he let her by. She stepped in, took off her jacket and found her way into the kitchen. She didn't make a comment and she hardly looked around the place.
"Are you okay?" She asked him as he came in after her. He remained silent. There was nothing to say.
She grabbed him and yanked him away from where he was occupied with the refridgerator. "I hate when you don't talk to me, Freddy. 'Cos I like you...I like you a lot only you're too blind to see it. You're like me, I'm like you. We're one of a kind- we're different."
"And you're crazy, and I'm not!" He snapped.
Her eyes watered and before he could object, much less think, she pressed her lips to his.
And the world stopped around him.
"Be my boyfriend." She whispered breathlessly after he yanked away in horror.
He opened his mouth to speak- but found himself unable to put words together. When had a girl ever kissed him? He could still taste her lips, feel her lips against his. She pulled his arms around her waist.
He knew he was going to get hurt. He knew. It was like a sixth sense- he knew that in some way or another, Brittiany was going to screw him over in the end. Freddy Krueger never struck luck. He never found love, or happiness. Not with anything. Which is why he ignored her calls from then on out.
He avoided the routes he knew she took to classes. Avoided her locker area. Avoided anything Brittiany related, all because he was scared of what she could do to him. It might of seemed stupid, but to Freddy, it was the rational thing to do.
"Would you tell that twit to stop calling this house?" Harold roared one night after four consecutive phone calls in the past hour from Brittiany. Freddy had told Harold and Jake to tell her he was busy and they had. But she persisted to keep calling. Here was a girl who liked him and he was running away...he didn't like her. He liked no one. It would be a long time before he could ever come close to what might have been love.