Ah, remember the plan? Well, it's happening in this chapter. But will Gretchen believe Spinelli over Vince?
Oh, don't own any Recess stuff… Only the situations presented in this fic, i.e. the plot.
"Hey, Vince," I say, calmly, assuredly, even though I'm quaking inside.
Vince nods back at me.
"Yo," He mutters, looking down.
I bite my lip, sitting down next to him, legs crossed, arranging my dress so the slit shows off an even wider expanse of leg.
"So, why're you out here?" I ask somewhat huskily.
I almost wince at my own tone. I don't want to sound like a slut. I'm not even really attracted to him. Ugh. Vince shrugs, barely glancing at me. Ugh, I can't wait for him to come unto me. I'm going to do this fast.
I move towards Vince, placing my hand on his knee and leaning forward. My hair brushes against his face. He's staring and I know it. A sick pleasure runs through me. I lean in, kissing him. Soon, I'm all the way on top of him, and hoping with every fiber of my being that T.J. and Gretchen will pop in soon. I can't do this much longer. My air's running out, and I don't like kissing Vince. Come on, I pray.
"Hey, Gretchen, I've got something to show you…" T.J. begins.
I hear a gasp behind me, a gasp that Vince doesn't hear. I break away from him, a disgusted look on my face.
"Vince, this is wrong!" I pant, trying to act innocent, "You're dating Gretchen, you shouldn't have kissed me!"
Someone clears their throat, though I know it's Gretchen, I turn around, plastering a surprised look on my face and falling painfully off Vince's lap. I push myself up, gaping up at Gretchen, whose arms rest on her hips, an angry look on her face. I rush to my feet, trying to look like a deer caught in headlights as I dust myself off, pulling the straps of my dress back up to their upright position.
"Gretchen," I say, sniffling a little bit, "I'm so sorry. Vince… He just… Oh, I can't believe him! It's so horrible… What he did to you! Cheating and everything!"
Gretchen shoots me a look.
"Don't act so innocent, Spinelli!" She scowls.
I look at her, outraged, or pretending to be.
"He jumped on me! What sick freak of a boyfriend does that?" I hiss.
Vince gets up, pointing and glaring at me.
"Hey, she's lying!" Vince shouts.
Gretchen looks away, tears in her eyes.
"I can't believe… Either one of you… Would do this to me! My best friend… My boyfriend! I feel like Arthur when he discovered that Lancelot was screwing Guinevere under his nose! I can't believe you, you traitors!" Gretchen screams, running back inside.
Vince glares at me, chasing after Gretchen. I pull a cigarette out of my top, the lighter with it. I flick it open, lighting it. I blow smoke out, feeling a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off, thinking it's T.J. I don't want to talk to him.
A hand turns me around and I scowl, thinking it's T.J., but it's not.
- Loren ;
Oh, and when Spinelli says that a sick pleasure runs through her, it's not because she likes Vince. Spinelli's not a bad liar ('cause she's lied a lot in this fic, actually), Gretchen and Vince… Well, you'll see about them later…
Next Chapter: A big confrontation, and you finally find out what's the deal with Jack and his feelings for Spinelli.