Take Away Chapter 5
"Well I was thinking that if you were 18, Paige, you could move in, with Alex. Like…on your own." Marco said, shutting the law book in front of him.
"Oh no, that would cost money, and money is something that I don't have right now." Paige grinned, looking over at me, "Besides, all the money I do have is being saved for my college tuition." She smiled over at me, and I took her hand in mine.
"I just don't want that bastard any where near you." I gritted my teeth, looking down at the floor. "And I'd take you to my house but it's not much safer over there."
Paige scooted closer to me, "I know hun. And you think I want you over there? I would love to get a place with you, seriously, but the best thing for us to do now is just lay low, I guess." She looked over to Marco desperately.
"Yes, the best thing for both of you is to just go home, and try not to think about Dean. Try to think happy thoughts, get plenty of rest, and I'm sure this will all just blow over in a couple of days.
"Yea, I suppose that's right…" Paige stood up and walked towards the door, I quickly following her.
"He's probably right, you know?" I said, as we walked out of Marco's house. "It's probably best if we just try not to think about it for a while."
"Yea," Paige said turning to me. She slowly slid her hand in my hair and kissed me gently. "Besides, keeping you at home all to myself is going to be a lot of fun while we're trying to 'lay low'."
I pressed my body up against hers, "yea," I whispered through her lips.
Jay staggered down the rest of the sidewalk going to the Dot. "He's fucked up in the head," Jay groaned to himself. "Can we say, 'Anger management'?" When he got to the Dot, he walked in and found a lonely Darcy sitting at a table. He walked over and sat down beside her. "Well, well, if it isn't Ms. Christian. Where's your conforming Lord loving boy-toy?"
"Grow up, Jay. And for your information, Spinner's in the kitchen. If he sees you here, he'll mess you up worse then he did at the camp." She turned away from him, sipping on her milkshake in front of her.
"Let's pretend that we're in a world, where Spinner isn't a lord loving wussy, ok? Let's pretend, oh, I dunno, that he got his best friend shot, and put in a wheel chair."
"And let's not pretend. Ok, Jay? God will forgive him. I forgave him. And his old friends, have begun to forgive him too."
"Oh yea, like that fag, Marco? Why're you, a 'women of God' caring about someone like Marco?"
"You know what Jay, I'm done talking to you. Have a nice day." Darcy got up to go tell Spinner goodbye, so she could leave.
"I always knew you were a dyke, Darcy, that's the whole reason you're taking up for Marco." Jay smirked, looking over his shoulder to Darcy leaning over the counter. "I guess it's just in Spinner's blood to turn everyone he's close to queer. Marco, Paige."
"Jay, you're sick."
Just then Spinner came out of the back of the kitchen. "Baby?" He looked over to Darcy, who was now up in Jay's face yelling at him. "Darcy, what's going…" he stopped when he saw Jay sitting comfortably with a devil's grin on his face. "Ok, What the Hell are you doing here Jay? I told you I didn't EVER want to see your face again."
"Oh, I was just testing your Mary's waters, you know, see if she's a fag now too. Nothing to get all worked up over."
"Jay, you get the fuck out of here right now." Spinner growled.
"Fine, fine, it's fine man, I'm leaving." Jay flipped on his sunglasses and walked back out the door.