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Friday the 15th of October, 1980. 3:30 PM. California, Chotada Falls, A hallway in Crist Almeth High School.
"That guy is crazy." Heather said.
"Mr. Hand?" Courtney asked. "No. He's firm but fair."
"You say that because you ace everything and he treats you like a God fucking priceless jewel." Heather groaned.
"Language Heather." Courtney scolded.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Courtney and Heather made their way out of Mr. Hand's history class and towards their lockers in one of the many dull hallways in their school.
Heather was, unlike Courtney, a very nasty girl. She was cruel to most people in the school, in fact, the only person she really wasn't nasty to was Courtney. Nobody was certain why. Most people just assumed it was because she was a conceited and haughty snob who needed to push others down to make herself feel better, but Courtney knew otherwise, since she'd been friends with Heather her whole life and knew that Heather hadn't been like that before.
Courtney believed that it was Heather's love life that made her be bitchy. Heather could never find a guy she liked and was always dating different guys. Once again, most people assumed it was because she was a whore, but Courtney knew otherwise.
Despite her overall nastiness, Heather was still one of the most popular girls in school because of her looks. She was a tall girl with a very slim figure and despite her Asian ancestry she had a fairly decent C-cup bust. Her stern face went up to a small forehead and then to beautiful, long, black hair which reached her middle back.
The two girls opened their lockers and began to browse through their stuff, finding what they would need for the weekend and leaving what they wouldn't.
"So Courtney, wanna hang out at my place tonight?" Heather asked.
"Actually Heather, I can't." Courtney said apologetically. "I'm hanging out with Gwen and Bridgette tonight."
"Again?" Heather groaned. "You've been hanging out with them every Friday for a month."
"Well, they are my new friends and I really like them." Courtney said.
"But Friday nights were our nights." Heather said.
"Well, that's because we didn't really have any other friends before I met them." Courtney said.
"What about Trisha, Milly and Kristen?" Heather asked.
"I couldn't consider them my friends as much as I could consider them your bootlickers." Courtney replied, closing her locker door.
"Bootlickers, friends…it's all the same." Heather countered. "Bootlickers are even better. They agree with everything you say, they get you stuff and in Kristen's case they really do lick your boots."
"I don't think so, Heather." Courtney said. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'll hang out with you tomorrow. OK?"
"Fine." Heather sighed in defeat.
Courtney waved her friend goodbye and walked off.
8 PM. Charles Guiteau Boulevard, Bridgette's House.
"Popcorn's ready." Bridgette announced as she re-entered her room.
Courtney, Gwen and the blonde girl were all in their pajamas in Bridgette's room, preparing to watch the screening of "Kramer vs. Kramer" that would soon play on TV. However, as soon as they turned on the TV, the image of a man who was not Dustin Hoffman appeared on the screen.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." The man said. "Due to some technical complications involving our copy of the movie 'Kramer vs. Kramer' and a flaming arrow, we will not be able to screen the film 'Kramer vs. Kramer' here today. Instead, we will give you a screening of Wes Craven's 'On The Meaning of Existence and Human Essence'. Enjoy."
"Boooring!" Gwen said and turned off the TV.
"Now what do we do?" Courtney asked.
"I know, how about we make a couple prank calls?" Gwen suggested rhetorically.
"I don't know, Gwen." Bridgette said.
"Oh, come on. It'll be fun. I've done it millions of times. Nobody ever finds out." Gwen said.
"We shouldn't and we won't." Courtney said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong. You can't disturb people in their homes like that for a stupid prank." Courtney said.
"Come on, Courtney. Live a little." Gwen said. "I'll show you."
The goth stood up and went over to the phone next to Bridgette's bed. Her parents had allowed Bridgette her own phone line because they knew she used it responsibly, which only made Bridgette feel guiltier about letting Gwen use it for a prank call.
"You are so nasty, Gwen." Courtney said, disappointed.
"I don't see you trying to stop me." Gwen told Courtney while dialing a random number.
Gwen held the receiver to her ear and waited for a voice to answer on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hi, am I talking with the house of Hugh Jass?" Gwen asked.
"Oh, a fucking prank caller, huh?" The man on the other end of the line asked. "Well frock you whore! I'm gonna track you down and fucking kill you, bitch! Fuck off! I'll come get ya, ya cockfucking cunt!"
By the time the man hung up, Gwen's expression was one of absolute astonishment and shock. Bridgette and Courtney looked at her fixedly.
"So?" Bridgette asked.
"Um…He didn't fall for it…" Gwen said, understating. "Let's do something else…like locking all the windows and doors."
10 PM. Samuel Byck Drive, Geoff's House.
"This party is fucking awesome!" Duncan yelled.
"Totally!" Geoff yelled back.
"Geoff had the reputation, both famous and infamous, of being a massive party animal. It was infamous around concerned parents and teachers who did not like the excesses that normally went on in teenage parties and was considered famous by all the teens and young adults who went to the parties to have a wild night, as well as the cops who could get free booze and pot after they repeatedly broke down his parties.
Geoff and Duncan were in the heart of one of those parties when the previous dialogue occurred. Duncan hadn't drunk too much that night, because he wanted to pick up a girl and get laid, which he was best at when sober. Geoff on the other hand, had more booze than blood at the moment.
"Dude, fourth party this month!" Geoff exclaimed. "…And the cops haven't busted us down once this month!"
"Do they bust you a lot?" Duncan asked.
"All the time!"
"Dude…so awesome." Duncan said. "I like you more now, man."
"I like you more now too, Sylvester." Geoff said.
"What?"
"I loved you on "Rocky", man." Geoff said, in a slurred drunken voice.
"Shitfaced this early, huh?" Duncan commented. "New record, Geoff."
"OK, Sylvester. I'll talk to you later." Geoff said. "There's Sigourney Weaver over there. I'm gonna go talk to her."
Geoff promptly walked towards a mounted horse's head on the wall.
Duncan snickered at his friend's drunkenness and headed the other way. He eventually caught glance of a target. A girl with long, black hair, a pale complexion and a tube top so small it practically said "Open for business".
Duncan analyzed the girl and realized that she was very drunk. Not only that but she was 'forget me' drunk, which meant she'd gotten drunk to forget about something troubling her. Now Duncan was not an expert on women's emotions, but he was an expert on how to score with drunken chicks and he knew that in this particular state, a woman was as easy to get into as a public bathroom.
Duncan marched over to her.
"Hey babe." He said, leaning confidently on a wall.
"I know you wanna fuck me and most nights I would punch you in your butt ugly face." The girl slurred drunkenly. "…But now I want somebody to really give it to me."
The girl grabbed Duncan's shirt collar and gave him a long, sloppy kiss. The boy didn't mind the smell and bitter taste of alcohol overflowing from her breath or the sloppy way she kissed him, he was just happy that he was gonna tap some ass that night.
They at first tried to find somebody in Geoff's house to do it, but no room was available, so Duncan led her out to his car, which was parked outside so they could do it there.
"What's your name?" She asked while she took off her tube top.
"Duncan." He answered.
"Don't you wanna know mine?" She asked while he kissed her neck.
"Not really."
The girl pushed him off herself and in her last remainders of sobriety glared angrily.
"What's your name?" Duncan asked bitterly.
"Heather." She replied before Duncan pounced on her again.
10:15 PM. Bridgette's House.
"I've always wanted to be a painter." Gwen said.
"Really?" Bridgette asked.
"Yeah, I've always loved painting." Gwen said.
"If I remember correctly, painting was what got you into detention a month ago." Courtney said, teasingly.
"It wasn't the painting, it was just that Miss Chrome was intimidated by my sexuality." Gwen said.
"No, I'm pretty sure it was the painting." Courtney said. "I saw it and it's a disturbing painting."
"Well, I'm into surrealism." Gwen said. "But you can still tell it was a vagina."
"A very scary looking vagina." Courtney commented.
"Whether you find it appealing is beside the point." Gwen said. "What matters is the interpretation you make of it."
"What do you want to be, Courtney?" Bridgette asked.
"A lawyer and then a politician." Courtney said. "I will be America's first woman president."
"Boring." Gwen said.
Courtney gave her a death glare.
"Well, if you must know…I've also wanted to be a, well…a musical comedy performer." Courtney said, as if confessing to something embarrassing.
"Really?" Gwen asked, very surprised.
"Yes. Ever since I saw Patti LuPone on "Evita" I've wanted to sing on Broadway." Courtney admitted. "I even auditioned for the school musical last year."
"Did you get it?" Bridgette asked.
"No." Courtney answered. "I performed excellently, but the director had a 'problem' with my 'attitude'."
"I can see his point." Gwen snickered, obtaining one of Courtney's infamous death glares.
"But don't worry; I got back at him in the end." Courtney announced proudly.
"How?" Bridgette asked.
"I went over to the school parking lot and sung a note so high it broke all his car's windows, lighting glasses and rear view mirrors." Courtney said.
"You were the one who trashed Mr. DeBris's car?" Gwen asked, now very surprised.
Courtney nodded.
"He had it coming." She said.
"I have new respect for you." Gwen said. "But what about all that 'breaking thing is wrong because it's against the law' thin of yours."
"The law is only as good as it's fair and I think wrecking a guy's car because he ignored your talent due to your perhaps complicated work attitude is fair enough, so it should be legal." Courtney explained.
"Good enough reasoning for me." Gwen said. "Bridgette, where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall, third door to the left from here." Bridgette explained.
"Thanks." Gwen said.
The goth girl headed down the hall towards the bathroom, but was stopped when the hallway phone rang. The goth girl picked up the call as a reaction, since she always answered at her house, because her brother was too lazy, and listened to the other end.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Listen to me you little slut, I've been tracking down your number and I am going to make you fucking pay for prank calling me you dumb whore!" The voice on the other end yelled. "I am gonna rip out your ovaries and strangle you with your own fallopian tubes before I gouge out your eyes and make you eat a cani…"
Gwen hung up the phone ad proceeded to bolt back to Bridgette's room. After storming in, she slammed the door behind herself.
"Gwen, what happened?" Bridgette asked. "Who was that?"
"Wrong number." Gwen lied.
"Didn't you have to go to the bathroom?" Bridgette asked.
"Not anymore." Gwen said.
Then the phone rang again and Bridgette reached for the bedroom phone.
"Don't answer that!" Gwen yelled.
"Why not?" Bridgette asked.
"Why do you need a reason?" Gwen said, trying to hide her nervousness. "If a friend asks you for a favor do you really need an explanation?"
Bridgette ignored this and picked up.
"Hi." Bridgette said.
She listened to a voice speak on the other end and turned to Courtney.
"Courtney, it's Duncan." Bridgette said.
"Duncan, what does he want?" Courtney asked.
Bridgette shrugged and passed the phone to Courtney.
"Yes Duncan?" Courtney asked.
"Hey Princess." He said.
"Don't call me that."
"Whatever." Duncan said, irritated. "Listen, I'm at a party here at Geoff' house and I met a girl who's calling out for you."
"What?"
"I met your friend Heather here." Duncan said.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Well, I was trying to bang her in my car…"
"You were trying to bang my friend in a car?" Courtney asked, outraged.
"I didn't know she was your friend." Duncan said. "I would have still banged her anyway, only that it would have been more awkward. Actually, no it wouldn't have, because it pretty much couldn't get more awkward."
"What happened?"
"Well, Heather's a little drunk, which is normally good but now she can't fuck me because she's too sad over some issue she has with you." Duncan said.
"What?"
"Yeah, while we were making out, instead of moaning my name she moaned yours and then started crying while complaining about how you were 'neglecting her'?" Duncan said.
"Jesus." Courtney said. "Where is she?"
"She's still crying in my car." Duncan said. "I think you should take her home and talk to her."
"OK, I'm heading over." Courtney said.
"See ya."
"Bye."
Courtney hung up and turned to her friends.
"Guys, I have to go." Courtney said. "I have to go take my friend Heather home. Bridgette, can I borrow your car?"
"Sure, but it's my mom's, so be extra careful with it." Bridgette said. "The keys are in the little bowl next to the front door."
"OK, I will." Courtney said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
10:30 PM. Outside Geoff's House.
"Hey." Duncan said.
"Hi." Courtney replied, stepping out of Bridgette's mom's car. "Where is she?"
Duncan pointed to the inside of his car, where a now less drunk Heather sat in the passenger seat and was now just sobbing instead of wailing like she'd been doing fifteen minutes prior. Courtney opened the passenger door and looked at her friend.
"Hey Heather." Courtney said.
"Courtney." Heather groaned before pulling her friend into a tight hug.
Heather kept repeating Courtney's name while the Hispanic girl helped her friend get out of Duncan's car and walk up to her borrowed one.
"Thanks for keeping an eye on her." Courtney said.
"No problem." Duncan answered. "I'm gonna head back into the party. Bye."
"Bye."
Courtney led Heather into the passenger seat of her borrowed car and then climbed into the driver's side. Courtney started the car and began to drive off. In five minutes, they arrived to Heather's house.
"You came for me, I knew you would." Heather said, still sobbing.
"Heather, what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Then why were you crying?"
"No reason."
"Duncan told me you began to cry and moan something about me." Courtney said. "What was it?"
"Nothing. Well, nothing much." Heather said. "It's just that you canceled out on me to hang out with those two other girls…Gina and Barbie, or what's their names. Whatever…and it's like the eight time this month you've left me for them and we haven't hung out at all in s month but we used to hang out every day and I miss you and I…I…"
At that point Heather broke down and began to cry again. Courtney held back the sadness the sight brought her and instead hugged her friend and rubbed her back calm her down.
"Heather, listen to me." Courtney said. "I'm sorry if I've been hanging out with Gwen and Bridgette too much but they're my new friends and I really like them. Though, I guess you're right, I have been neglecting you a lot recently, I'm sorry."
"Really?" Heather asked.
"Yes, sorry." Courtney said. "You're my best friend Heather and I'd never leave you. It's just that I wanted to spend more time with new friends, but I did leave you behind and once again, I'm sorry. Next week we're hanging out together the whole weekend, OK?"
"Sure."
"Good." Courtney said. "Now let me help you get inside."
"OK Courtney." Heather said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
11 PM. Outside Bridgette's House.
Courtney drove Bridgette's mom's car back into Bridgette's house's garage and then got out. She walked into the house and closed the door behind herself.
On the other side of the street, a man looked on at the house.
"OK, whore. Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson about prank calling Freddie Michael Voorhees." The man said.
Mr. Voorhees drew an axe from behind himself and screamed wildly while bolting across the street towards Bridgette's house. Half-way across the street, a black Ford sped through and struck Mr. Voorhees, flinging him across the air and into a nearby open trash container. Once he landed inside it, the lid slammed shut and locked itself, trapping Mr. Voorhees in it until it was opened and its contents (including Voorhees) were poured into a trash collection truck the next morning.
"Did you hear anything, Nancy?" Ronald Reagan asked as he drove down the street in his black Ford.
"For the last time Mr. Reagan, I'm a hooker." The hooker sitting next to Reagan. "And I'm starting to get the thought that you don't even know what a hooker is."
"A what?" Reagan asked.
"Just drop me off in the next corner." The hooker said.
"Why, sure Nancy. Just make sure to make it home before dawn." Reagan said.
"Sure, whatever." The hooker replied.
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