Rob's Eyes, Chapter 5
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Thanks to everyone who wished my issues get better soon. I think Fanfiction is going to be part of the recovery process...Expect random stuff, and some stuff that may not make sense at times. I love you all, and now, here's the chapter!
Rob's POV:
Detention. Usually something I look forward too, although I'm not entirely sure why. For a while, it was because it was MY time. I didn't have to do anything, I could just sit and stare off blankly. Then (Well, Ok, NOW. There, happy?) the reason I looked forward to detention was Jess.
No. I'll read. Get my mind off Jess.
Things were going...Not great, but not horrible. I mean, I was thinking about Jess because she was right next to me, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I managed to focus on a couple pages of my book.
"Hey, Mastriani, what's this I hear about Wilkins slipping you the sausage last Friday?"
Until Wendell had to go and open his big mouth. I shoulda decked him when I decked Wylie...
Well, looks like Jess had the decking-thing down. I thought. Then I saw Wendell going to hit her back. And that's something that pisses me off more than trash-talking woman. No decent man should hit a woman. Ever.
So I shot my hand out and twisted his arm up. "I thought we agreed you were going to leave her alone." I said, leaning over Jess. Oh great. This position's gonna help things. I thought, noticing exactly where my belt buckle was.
"Have you been going around telling people we had sex?" Jess demanded. I glanced down and saw she'd twisted her head around to stare- er, make that glare- at me. Her tone had that clear-cut 'I'm a woman, but I'll stillkick your ass' ring to it.
"What's happening back there?" Miss Clemmings asked, trying to sound intimidating. "Mr. Wilkins, release Mr. Wendell and sit down at once!"
Well goddamn, I'm pissed off now. "Jesus, Wilkins, you're breaking my goddamned arm!" Wendell said. I guess Jess did some damage, he sounded a little hoarse.
"I'll snap it off if you don't leave her alone." I said, all scary and tough. Show Jess that I can be protective... Wait, why do I want to do that? I CAN'T BE WITH HER!
You're an idiot, Wilkins.
"Jesus, all right." I let him go and we both sat down. Well, I sat down, and Wendell kind of collapsed. Wuss.
I vaguely heard Miss Clemmings say something. I was too busy trying to read, I guess. Cool my head off.
"What did he mean?" Jess hissed a second later. "What was he talking about?"
Think quick! "Nothing." Oh yeah, really good answer there. "He's an asshole. Just cool it, will you?" Because your anger is having a weird affect on me.
"No, I will not cool it!" She hissed. "I want to know what he was talking about. What the hell is going on? Did you tell your friends we did it?"
Well, damn. I looked up from my book and said, "First of all, Wendell is not my friend."
"You got that right." Wendell grunted. Baby. I went on like he hadn't spoken. "Secondly, I didn't tell anybody anything about you, okay? So just calm down." Oh, nice save...
"Look, I don't know what's going on here. But if I find out you've been telling people stuff about me behind my back, I will pound you. Understand?"
I smiled a true smile at the thought of her pounding on me. I didn't want to, but come on...It's the thought of a five foot two girl pounding on a guy who's six foot. Kind of amusing. "You're going to pound me?" I said, amused.
"Don't, man." Wendell said, I guess warning me or something. "She hits really hard, for a girl."
"Yeah." Jess said triumphantly. "So you better watch it."
I was going to say something like, "Yeah, okay, I'll watch it." and act afraid, but I didn't for two reasons.
One, Miss Clemmings shushed us.
and Two, I didn't really want to make Jess any madder. My goal is to be able to date her someday, but it's not looking like today. I just buried my head in my book, hoping for distraction and not getting any.
After detention, I saw Jess walking home alone. I rode up next to her and said, "Jess, come on." Trying to make up for detention.
She wouldn't- or couldn't- look at me. "Get lost." She said. Ouch. Sounded like she meant it.
Too bad for her, I don't give up easily.
"What are you going to do, walk all the way home? Come on, I'll give you a ride." I pleaded. God, I hope I don't sound desparate...
"F you and your ride." Jess said. Damn, didn't realize she was that pissed. I totally and completely screwed up here...
"Look, I'm sorry." I said, completely sincere. "I made a mistake, all right?"
"You better believe it." She said. I had to explain, fast.
"I just thought you were older, okay?"
Jess stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to stare at me. "What do you mean, you thought I was older?" She demanded.
Well, hell... "I didn't know you were only sixteen, okay? I mean, you don't act like a sixteen-year-old. You seem a lot more mature." I said, then grinned. "Well, except for the whole punching-guys-who-are-a-lot-bigger-than-you-are thing."
Jess looked confused. "What the hell does it matter how old I am?"
She doesn't know you're eighteen, dingbat. Or on probation...
"It matters." I said flatly.
"I don't see why." Jess said defiantly.
"It just does." I'm not budging. She'll figure it out, right?
"I still don't see why."
"Because I'm eighteen." I stared at the ground for the next part. "And I'm on probation."
And then I waited. For the yelling, the ranting, the oh-my-god's. They never came.
"What'd you do?" Jess asked. Say what!
"Nothing." I said quickly. We're not opening that can of worms. No way, no how. Jess would want to try it. And she'd probably succeed.
Jess and I were momentarily distracted by Miss Clemmings' honking her horn. "No, seriously. What'd you do?" Jess said. Nothing can distract her for long.
"Look, it was stupid, all right?" I said.
"I want to know."
"Well, I'm not going to tell you, so you'd better just forget about it." And, just in case she wants to date still, I continued, "So, I don't think it's such a good idea. Us going out, I mean."
Just then, the lightbulb known as my brain clicked on. "Unless...When's your birthday?"
Please say soon, please say soon...
"Just had it last month." She said, dismayed.
F!
For once, I spoke my mind.
Jess went, "Look, I don't care that you're on probation."
"Yeah, but your parents will." I retorted.
"No, they're cool." Jess said, trying to play it off.
Uh huh. "Right, Jess." I said, laughing. "That's why you made me drop you off at the end of the street the other night, instead of in front of your house. Because your parents are so cool. They're so cool, you didn't want them to know anything about me. And you didn't even know about the probation thing then. Admit it."
I had her. I hated it, but I had her. "Well," Jess started to explain. "They're just going through sort of a hard time right now, and I don't want to cause them any more stress. But look, there's no reason they have to know." Stubborn as a mule, I say...
"Word gets around, Jess. Look at Wendell." Ooo, bad reference, since that kind of was my fault..."It's only a matter of time before your parents- and my probation officer- get wind of what's going on."
Jess just shrugged and said, "Whatever." Then turned and started walking.
I can't leave her like that, she'll kill me if we ever do date...
"Mastriani," Use the last name, distance your emotions... "Look, just get on the bike, will ya? I'll take you home. Or to your street corner, I guess." I said, tired suddenly.
"I don't know," Jess said, sarcasm flinging off her tongue as she batted her eyelashes. "I mean, Miss Clemmings already saw us together. Supposing she goes running to the cops-"
Now, I'm annoyed. "Just get on the bike, Mastriani."
And then I drove her home. I resisted kissing her cheek and then went to work. I dropped a wrench on my hand a couple times and then Gary told me to go home early since I was spaced out.
The next day, I didn't see Jess at all. I heard rumors going around that she'd been escorted off school property by two FBI guys. Then I heard it hadn't been two, it'd been three, and she'd been drug off, kicking and screaming. Around lunch, I was hearing a new story: that she'd been taken to Crane Military Base for questioning a few kidnappings and a murder, but that she hadn't gone willingly and was arrested.
Personally, I think that's all a bunch of BS. I went on with the rest of my day like everything was normal. Until I saw the afternoon paper.
Featuring a blown up yearbook picture of Jess underneith a headline reading, "Touched By The Finger Of God."
Followed by a story saying Jess was psychic because she got struck by lightning and has now found all of these missing kids.
Now I understood why she hadn't come to school. I wouldn't have, either, if it had been me.
So now I understand that trip to Paoli. But one thing I didn't understand: Why didn't she tell me?
Maybe Jess was scared I'd send her to a shrink. Or freak out and ignore her. Or tell the whole school or something like that.
I should ask her about that.
Ok, that's all for now, guys. I hope you like, and I'll have another chapter out ASAP!
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Kaitie
