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Chapter Eleven: Allergic
I do not own: Teen Titans, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (by Gregory Maguire), GameStop, Halo2 (or its guidebook), The Misto from Rita's, or Evanescence (it is only mentioned once).
And yes, the toe socks mentioned are actually mine.
A realization swept through my head.
I could fall hard for Mr. Garfield Logan.
Very, very hard...
The ride home was very eventful.
We wouldn't let Rich sit next to Kori, so Vic and Rich sat by the front. This left me, Kori and Gar to sit in the back (and also gave me the chance to get back at Vic. Oh, how I enjoyed that).
I piled my books on my lap, rereading the back cover of Wicked.
"Whatcha got there, Raven?" Gar was leaning over my shoulder, reading along with me.
"A book." I said bluntly, "That's supposed to be pretty good."
He took Wicked out of my hands, and refused to give it back to me. Narrowing my eyes, I snatched his GameStop bag from his hands and held his Halo2 Guide book hostage.
Vic turned around in his seat. "Don't do it, man. It's not worth it. Think of the game."
Gar nodded solemnly.
Kori cracked up, and took a long sip of her pineapple Misto.
Simultaneously, we looked at Rich.
"What?" He asked, reddening.
I arched an eyebrow playfully. "Don't you have something to say?"
He turned a deeper shade of red. "No." He said stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest.
Vic sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Friends, do you all wish to stay at my house for the dinner?" Kori asked suddenly, twisting her hands in her lap.
We all chorused our replies, and Gar passed around his cell phone so we could call home.
When it came to me, I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.
I luckily got the answering machine.
"Hey, Dad," I began, mentally cringing at calling him 'Dad', "I'm going to Kori's house for dinner. I'll be back whenever. Bye."
I handed the phone back to Gar, and I felt electricity when our fingers brushed. "Here you go." I said, wondering if he felt it, too.
"This is most glorious, friends!" Kori exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air, managing to bob Gar on the head, "What shall we cook? There could be the Pudding of Sadness, Zorka Berry Delight…"
Vic looked at her with wide eyes. "How about we order Chinese?"
We dashed inside Kori's house, escaping the rain, and kicked off our shoes.
Kori had bright pink toes socks with ducks, and Gar wouldn't stop laughing about the fact that "QUACK" was written across the toes.
Kori led us to her room -her overly purple room- and we all flopped down on the rug, grabbing pillows.
Vic sat with his back against the wall, a pillow in his lap, with Gar sitting cross-legged next to him. I placed my pillow on the floor near Gar's legs, and laid my head down on it. Kori and Rich sat sickeningly close to one another.
I had a perfect view of Kori's purple ceiling, and the glow-in-the-dark stars spread across it- and of Gar's face, when he decided to lean over me.
"So Raven, what do you want to do for your birthday?" He grinned, threatening to stretch his legs out and kick me in the head.
"I don't want to do anything. I'll hide in the library all day long and then come home and sleep."
After my statement had sunk in, Vic exclaimed, "What kind of sweet sixteen is that?"
A safe one, no doubt.
"It's not really a birthday then," Gar agreed. "Not without cake, at least."
I snorted. "Fine, let's just all hang out somewhere."
"Like at your house?"
My insides froze.
There was no way in hell they were coming to my house.
"We can't." I automatically said.
"Well, why not?" Rich said, genuinely interested.
Because you'd all find beer bottles all over the place?
Because you could find my father drunk?
I wracked my brains for a good lie.
"We're bombing for roaches next Saturday."
"Ewww, sorry about that Rae." Vic twitched.
Rich dared to raise an eyebrow. "What, you don't like bugs?"
Vic narrowed his eyes. "Quiet, lover boy."
Rich turned six different shades of red.
Half an hour later we were all in Kori's kitchen, either sitting on the counter or shoving people off it.
"I want sweet and sour chicken!" I said, thinking for a moment, "Oh, and that steamed white rice stuff…"
"I WANT A SALAD!" Gar cried from the stairwell.
"Eggrolls!"
Rich tapped Kori on the shoulder and calmly told her what he wanted.
Vic snickered. "Aww, he's such a sweetheart." He whispered to me.
I snorted in laughter.
Gar ran along the hallway, and then slid into the kitchen in his socks.
And then crashed into the counter.
We were all laughing too hard to realize that the phone was ringing.
"Shut up!" Vic grabbed me in his arms, lifting me up. "The freakin' phone is ringing!"
"Silence, please." Kori composed herself, the giggles dieing away.
"Hello?"
We heard an unhappy voice on the other end.
"Amanda, I do not know where they are." Kori said, facing away from us.
Rich's hand went to rest on her shoulder, and I looked on in concern.
What's going on? Gar mouthed.
Don't know, I mouthed back.
But I knew what was happening- more or less.
"I am sorry, sister, but I cannot help you. I have to go now."
Kori hung up in the middle of her sister's agitated response.
"Is anything wrong?" Rich immediately asked.
"No." Kori said quickly, "Let's just order now, please."
Rich sent us a hopeless look.
Gar snuck up behind me, and leaned close to my ear.
"What's happening, Raven?" He whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
"I'll tell you later, okay?" I softly said back.
"Alright," Gar agreed.
I watched Kori sadly. Something was happening with her sister, and she wasn't going to tell us.
The Chinese food was delivered right to our door, but Gar clutched the bag and ran away.
"Gimme the freaking food, Garfield Logan!" I yelled, tearing through the house after him.
"Nevvveeerrr!" He yelled back, making for the kitchen.
I was flushed and out of breath, but I pushed myself to grab his arm.
I laughed triumphantly. "I have you now, Mr. Logan."
I was completely giddy.
What was happening to me?
Gar turned around, and playfully snarled in my face. "Never." He repeated, dragging me on his arm into the kitchen.
"Nooo…" I moaned, acting as if I was being dragged off to prison. "No, you evil, evil person…"
Vic sighed for about the nth time today. "Come on guys, give us the food and stop flirting.
That was enough to snap me out.
"I am not flirting." We both said at the exact same time.
Vic shrugged. "Suit yourselves, but when you find yourselves making out one day, don't come running to me."
I blushed a deep crimson, but I couldn't beat the red that was on Gar's face.
"Can we eat now?" Rich also sighed, exasperated.
"Okay, okay." Gar caved in.
"Sodas are in the fridge." Kori sang out, the call apparently forgotten.
Gar and Vic tripped over themselves to get one first, and began elbowing each other out of the way. I strode up to them, calmly pushed them away, and took a soda.
I grinned. "Thanks boys, for letting a real lady go first."
Their mouths dropped open.
I went back to the table, and took a seat.
About five minutes later we were flinging chicken-fried rice at each other with spoons.
Gar and Vic were reading the opening page of the Halo 2 Guidebook until a "baby corn" was chucked at them.
"Stop reading at the table and eat!" Kori admonished, brandishing a fork at them.
They simultaneously dropped the book.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Good." Kori said, huffily going back to her eggroll.
"You are complete idiots, do you know that?" I casually remarked, noticing that now they were attempting to read it under the table.
They both jumped at being caught red-handed.
Rich started laughing, while Kori fumed.
I rolled my eyes, but then hid my copy of Wicked, which I was reading under the table, too.
Soon it was sorrowfully time for all of us to go.
"See you all Monday?" Vic said, glancing out the window to see if it was still raining.
It was.
I expelled my breath in aggravation.
"So, Rae, wanna walk home with me?" Gar said.
I looked up at him.
"Sure. I can't melt, can I?"
"I won't let you melt, Raven." Gar smiled, and an unfamiliar feeling zinged through me.
I gathered up my purchases and waited for Gar to grab the umbrella.
"See ya, Kor." I waved, and then dashed outside.
The rain made a soft tapping rhythm on the umbrella. I lifted my head up and saw gray clouds.
I wanted to dance in that rain, but I didn't know why.
"You know," Gar began, "When I was little Jo, Angelo and I all used to dance in the rain. We had a hell of a time, too, with all that splashing…"
I smiled, just for him. "Heh, I used to jump in all the puddles."
A mischievous grin spread across Gar's face.
"Like this?" He asked, jumping into the nearest puddle, spraying my jeans.
I made a startled sound, and pushed him.
"I'm all wet, thanks Gar!" I pulled my hood over my head, something I haven't done in a long, long time.
Actually, something I haven't done since I met Gar.
"Are you okay?" Gar asked, serious now.
I made atired sigh, "I'll be okay."
"So something is wrong." Gar spun the umbrella in his hands, and the droplets went everywhere.
"I'm just…"
I'm just what?
"I'm just kinda tiered."
Gar glanced at me.
"Sugar crash much?"
"Yeah, I think so. Haven't sugar crashed in a long time."
Gar nodded.
"Hangovers must be worse, then."
I laughed, surprised by his seriousness.
"Are you laughing at me?" He turned to look at me, a slight hurt expression on his face.
"No." I managed to control my giggles, "Just, that was so funny."
"Not like I know what they're like." Gar added stubbornly.
"That's good." I nodded, and my heart started pounding.
Something bad was happening.
I must be getting sick, or I'm allergic to something.
We stopped at an intersection, waiting for cars to pass before we could dash across it.
Gar leaned in close to me.
Sudden bolts streaked up my spine.
His face was so close, and his eyes were so warm…
"You have a bruise on your face, do you know that?" He breathed.
"Oh that?" Damn, my voice was shaking like crazy.
I lifted a hand to touch it, and continued, "Oh, this is old, okay? I had an unfortunate experience with a wall."
Gar nodded, but I could tell he wasn't convinced.
"Okay," He said uncertainly, his eyes not believing me.
When was I going to stop lying?
When was I going to tell my friends the truth?
We had reached his house, and I opened my mouth to say goodbye.
"C'mon Rae, I'll walk you to your house."
I started panicking.
Monday was recycle day, and that meant that all of the beer bottles would be outside.
I did not want Gar knowing how much my father drank.
His arms barely touched me, but I found myself shutting my mouth and walking with him.
I closed my eyes, and started to fear the worst.
Oh God, it's going to happen.
He's going to find out what really goes on and then he's going to stop talking to me.
He's going to get weirded out by the bottles and cans and walk away slowly.
We took a few blocks, and then took a left.
There was only two more to go…
I waved to Gar, letting him know that I was safely inside the house.
He waved back, and started back for his house.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and opened my eyes.
The house was disgusting.
I was going to clean it.
And that was how I spent the remainder of my Saturday- cleaning my house top to bottom.
I took out the trash, and the recycles. I dusted and vacuumed and did my laundry.
It was almost midnight when I was finished.
I went up the stairs, Wicked in hand, and read that until I fell asleep.
I woke up on Sunday morning with a feeling that something was wrong.
I quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and a worn old tee. I went softly down the stairs, my hair still in the braids from yesterday.
My father was asleep upstairs, and the faucet wasn't running. The refrigerator wasn't running, the phone wasn't off the hook, and the oven wasn't on.
I was ready to shake off the feeling, walking past the living room, until I heard something hit the window.
And break.
A gooey, yellow substance slid down the living room window, and white pieces stuck to the glass.
My house just got egged…
I rushed outside, fumbling with the lock as fast as I could.
I dashed to the front lawn, screaming after the black hair that was escaping.
"AMANDA!" I bellowed, not caring that it was only 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning. "Amanda!"
But my conscience got the better of me, and I quieted, vowing to get her at school.
I turned to look at the house, surveying the damage.
The window was egged, and another was spray painted black. The front walk was chalked up; Roth Goth, freak, loser, boyfriend-stealer, and a few other phrases littered the cement. A fresh coat of red paint was splashed over the side of the house.
My mouth fell open.
Why today?
I considered falling to my knees, but the grass was wet from the sprinklers. So instead, I got angry.
I marched inside of the house, picked up the phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.
It was too early to call Vic- his little sister was asleep. Gar's family was going to be at church in an hour, and I didn't want Kori knowing what her sister had done just yet.
"Hello?" A bleary, tired voice asked.
"Rich? It's me, Raven. Something's happened."
"Damn, Raven, it's like, not even eleven yet. What's so important?"
"I have bitch written on my sidewalk and my house just got painted, that's what!" I vented.
"Really?" He suddenly sounded much more awake, "Raven, I'll be right there. Do you need anything?"
"Yeah. A hose, some soap, some Windex, and whatever you got that removes chalk. Should I keep the paint wet?"
"I dunno, but I would so it wouldn't dry." Rich answered. "I'm coming over; give me five minutes."
"And Rich?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell Kori about this, okay?"
"Do you want me to tell Gar?"
I paused.
"No. I'll tell him later."
Later as in never, but Richdidn't need to know that.
Rich didn't show up in a limo. Someone came with him, probably his housecleaner. She took one look at the house and gasped.
"You poor dear! Who did this?"
"I don't know yet," I said, but gave Rich a look that said I did.
I had changed into shorts and a tank top, since the weather was pleasantly warm this morning. I didn't have any makeup on, and I was in sneakers.
I reached for a sponge, but Rich stopped me.
"Not yet." He said, and pulled out an expensive-looking camera.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking pictures." He answered, taking two of the sidewalk, and three of the house. "Have you checked the backyard yet?"
I paled. "No, I haven't."
"Let's go, then." Rich had his mouth set in a grim line. We walked together, and I grew more apprehensive with each step.
The backyard was in disarray.
The patio was tipped over, and I thought I saw that the umbrella was sliced. The flowers were dug up and scattered.
Someone had done their homework, because Wicca symbols were plastered all over the shed.
"No," I moaned, "Please no."
I turned away while Rich snapped more pictures, and we checked the remaining sides of the house we haven't seen yet. Nothing was wrong there, thankfully.
"Amanda did this, didn't she?" Rich asked quietly. "Kori's sister, and her friends, they did this, right?"
"I think so." I replied, "Come on, we've got work to do."
We set to cleaning off the paint first, blasting it with a high-powered hose. I was terrified that my father was going to wake up, but I remembered that he could sleep through earthquakes and the like, so I stopped worrying.
"Won't your father wake up?" Rich asked, over the roaring of the water.
"No, I don't think so. I'm going to let him sleep because he was so tired last night. We've got pictures, anyway."
"Will you press charges?"
I pressed my lips together, and grabbed a sponge in soapy water, standing on a ladder to get at the windows. "I don't think so."
"Well, why the hell not?" Rich demanded suddenly, turning off the hose. He grabbed another sponge and scrubbed at the red paint vigorously.
"I… I dunno, I just don't want to." I lamely answered, picking off an eggshell and dropping it into the garbage.
"What, do you not want to cause a scene or something?"
"I don't know what to do, okay, Rich?" I finally came up with. "I mean, I deal with some shit at home, my father's a freaking alcoholic."
Although freaking was not the word I used, Rich stopped.
"I'm sorry?"
"No, don't be. I can manage. I've already dumped liquor down the drains before, and I can do it again."
"Is he gonna get help?"
I almost laughed because that statement was so insane, but I swallowed it before it came bubbling up.
"Not yet. I don't think he's… ready. He hasn't hit rock bottom yet, and some people say that that's only when they stop." I looked in the window, glad that I had the sense to clean up yesterday.
The egg was gone, and I moved onto the spray painted window.
Rich turned back on the hose after scrubbing the siding as good as he could, and I could already see that the paint was off, and only a light pink remained.
"This is vandalism." Rich commented, looking at the sidewalk. "Do you want to call the police?"
"No, I don't want to bother them." I said, feeling stupid as soon as I said it.
"Raven," Rich sighed, "That's what they're there for."
"I know," I was getting frustrated because the paint wasn't coming off that well. "Do we have paint remover?"
Rich glanced up. "I don't know what it would do to the windows."
"I don't care, just give it to me."
He handed it to me, and also a facemask, the kind in doctor's offices.
"If you get lightheaded or something just come down and we'll trade on and off." He told me.
"Alright." I did as he said, and was happy that the paint was coming off easier now.
After a couple of minutes, I got sick of the smell and came down the ladder.
"Blast the hose at the driveway, maybe it will wash off the chalk."
I nodded, and turned on the hose, spraying water all over. Colors ran together, and I got the loser phrase off, but only after I held the hose two inches from the ground.
I narrowed my eyes in concentration.
I had to get the chalk off, but a familiar car pulled up in front of my house.
"Mornin' Rae!" Gar's cheery voice greeted me.
I looked up, a little terrified.
Rich was still hard at work at getting the now-pink stain off the front of the house, and a black splotch remained on the window.
And Roth Goth was still written in multi-colored letters across the sidewalk.
Gar's eyes widened. "Who did this?"
"I'll call you later. Rich is over, as you can see. We're going to work on the backyard next."
Jo's face peeked out of the backseat window.
"Well I'll be damned." She said, summing it up as simply as she could.
"Listen guys, don't come help me. Gar you can help if you want, and Jo, I know you're going to Katie's or Kathryn's or someone's. We're doing just fine." I attempted a smile, but it came out as a grimace instead.
"I'll be over in fifteen minutes." Gar said, as Angelo drove away. I nodded.
"Gar's coming over." I voiced, not knowing what to say.
"I know." Rich said, wiping his forehead.
Gar joined us eight minutes later, with a huge pitcher attached to the back of his bike.
"Mother sends some lemonade," He gestured to the pitcher, "I told her we were doing stuff outside. I didn't tell her Raven, because I thought you'd tell her eventually."
I nodded, and grabbed some cups from Rich. "Take a sponge and get that black window."
Gar did as I said, and I went back to pouring soap on the sidewalk. I got it wet again, and turned the hose on.
I felt tears threatening to fall.
The chalk wasn't coming off.
I bit my lip hard, hoping some other pain would be enough to stop them.
It wasn't.
I wiped my eyes with my shoulder, trying to avoid my soapy hands.
I was not going to cry. I was not going to cry. I was not going not cry, not here, not now, not in front of Rich, and especially not in front of Gar.
I desperately turned the hose on its highest setting, holding it as close to the pavement as I could.
I still wasn't coming off.
I am not crying. I am not crying.
Gar came back to get soap from me, and noticed the expression on my face.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his warm green eyes sending jolts of feeling coursing through me.
His tone… so concerned… and his eyes… so worried… completely did me in.
"No," I said, my voice breaking. "I'm not."
And that's when I broke down.
Tears coursed down my cheeks faster than I could swallow them up. Realizing that I was crying actually made me cry harder, and the fact that the chalk wasn't coming off wasn't helping me any.
Gar took me by surprise, taking me in his arms. "It's okay," He assured me, holding my head against his chest.
"It's not, Gar, it's far from okay. This is Amanda we're talking about. Gar, you should see the freaking backyard. I don't know what to do." I said between sobs.
He only held me tighter, and even Rich came to see if anything was wrong.
"Raven?" He asked, his sunglasses sliding off his nose.
Gar shook his head, and my tears subsided. I took a shaky breath, my throat un-constricting. He touched my face.
"Everything's gonna be alright."
Just take my hand, hold it tight, my memory completed, and I spent a few minutes wondering where that had come from.
We went to the backyard, only to see that Rich's housekeeper had been working on getting the lawn cleared of flowers and excess dirt.
"Thank you." I said, my voice a little raspy.
Gar's arm was around my shoulders, and I felt a little stronger.
It was nearing eleven now, and Rich and Gar were leaving.
"Thanks for all your help, guys," I said, hugging both of them. "I think I can take it from here."
"Don't you want any breakfast?" Rich asked.
"Yeah, I am kinda hungry." I admitted.
"Fine, brunch is on me." Rich announced, "Come on, you two, to the Wayne Estate."
"I'll go, just let me… change." I finished, looking down at my sopping wet shirt and my soaked socks.
I ran upstairs, and changed quickly into a pair of jeans shorts and an Evanescence tee. I considered getting into flip-flops, but I stuck with the sneakers and changed into a newer pair.
I knocked loudly on my father's door until he answered.
"DAD?"
"What?" He demanded, rolling over in bed.
"Someone egged the house, and spray painted it. Me and two friends took care of it, and now one of them is taking us out. I'll be back before dark."
"Fine. Whatever."
I escaped down the stairs, flying out the door.
"Where's Gar?" I asked Rich, noticing that the former wasn't there.
"He just left to get home to ask his mom."
"Okay." I said, "It's fine with my father. I can be home before dark."
There was silence for a minute.
"You like him, don't you?" Rich suddenly said, turning to look at me.
My mouth was all set to say NO, but my head stopped me instead.
"I don't know." I confessed, "I don't know if I like him or not."
"If it matters, I think you'd make a great couple."
"So would you and Kori." I told him, waiting for the blush to creep across his cheeks.
It did, and as Gar came running back to my house, completely out of breath, my heart stopped and restarted.
Was Rich right?
Do I like Gar?
We got into the car, and drove to Rich's house, ready to tell Rich how to get his girl.
With Vic's help- because he'd kill us if he didn't let us help.
WHOA.
That is officially the longest chapter I have ever written. That's 15 pages of story. Hope you like, and hey look, it's a little less than a month!
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