The Whole Story
"Kelly, I don't know who else to talk to about this," Lisa clenches her comforter in her hands.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know I'm here whenever you need me!" Kelly smiles her toothy smile and her eyes twinkle and Lisa half-expects woodland animals to gather.
"I did something really stupid…and now I'm scared."
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"I fucked up. Big time," Zack throws his baseball against the wall.
Screech winces at the thud.
"What happened?" he asks, switching to crisis control mode.
"You're really not going to like this. I mean, you are really not going to like this, but I have to tell someone."
"Slater?"
Zack sighs and lets his head drop back on Screech's headboard.
"That's not really an option right now."
"Did you guys fight?"
"Yeah."
"Did it come to blows?"
"What are you, sixty? No, it didn't 'come to blows,' but it was bad, really bad. So, then, I went home and got really trashed."
"I hate it when you drink," Screech mutters, tinkering with his computer monitor.
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"He was really upset about this fight between him and Slater."
"What are they fighting about now?"
"Oh," Lisa catches herself. "You know, stupid guy stuff."
Kelly rolls her eyes and nods.
"Well," Lisa picks a thread out of her orange comforter. "Fuck. This is hard."
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"Wait, Lisa? My Lisa?"
Zack runs a hand through his hair.
"We had this really good talk the other day and, I don't know, I thought she'd listen to me again, so, yeah, I went to see her."
Screech drops his screwdriver. Zack looks at him and then at the carpet.
"What did you do to Lisa?"
"See, I knew you'd react this way."
"What did you do to her, Zack?"
Screech looks angrier than Zack's ever seen him, angrier than the night with the report cards, and much angrier than he was at Lisa's fashion show, when he saw the two of them kissing.
"Jesus, Screech, I didn't force her or anything. What kind of a monster do you think I am?"
"You don't want me to answer that. I can be very vivid in my descriptions."
"We had sex. That's all," Zack thinks he might vomit. "Okay, that's not all…I, well, we, uh, we didn't exactly use a condom, so, yeah."
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"He promised he'd pull out."
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"I got caught up in the moment you know?"
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"I took a shower, and, I don't know, I just tried to…I mean, what can you do?"
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"I didn't mean to. God, I really didn't mean to."
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"I'm late."
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Lisa figures that Kelly hasn't blinked in about two minutes and that this is probably not good for her eyes.
"How could you do that to me?" she finally asks, her voice hoarse.
Lisa's heart drops down into the basement. She closes her eyes and the tears well up. When she opens them, Kelly's gone.