Hey guys! So how about me being not dead and all? I sort put this story on a hiatus and stopped writing for like... a long long while :P I sorta gave up on it really, but after my internet died I was bored and was like, "Why the hell not." So I finished this chapter. I still have a plot line 'n stuff, it's not just random events. And there's more story to be told, so hopefully more chapters to come? Yep! Maybe now that summer's here I'll start back up with this. So without further a do... (if there's anybody out there still reading this shit piece...)
How could she… How dare she… I thought we were friends! I could not believe of all people… How could she? I trusted her… We were friends! Partners in Crime! Mischief Twins! Then she fucking goes and rats me out to the Principle! No. Way. I seriously could not believe it… It wasn't Mckenzie. It had to have been someone else… right? I stomped through the empty hallway with fists clenched and teeth gritting together. This sucked… The lockers blurred and the hallway seemed long, stretching on forever as my heart pounded in my chest. This…sucked.
"Oh 'ello Miss Reese! Good day to you isn't it?" the short blond said with a cheery expression, but I took little notice. He stood up from his position in front of his locker and smiled at me. "I was wondering if you saw Katrina…? I found something I think she might really like-"
"Not now Pip…" I growled and stormed past him keeping my eyes dead ahead and shoved his small body into the locker. He tripped and fell with a squeak.
"Oh dear!
Why would she do that! It wasn't like we were having a fight or anything… It was all just so… random. I slowed down a bit as I reached the end of the hallway and it slowly dawned on me that I honestly had no idea where I was going. I bit my lip and bent back to retrieve my crinkled schedule from my back pocket. My eyes scanned the sheet until they found lunch… and directly underneath that was Gym. Oh yay! That class was actually ending… about… right now. The loud bell signifying the end of a period rang out and I flattened myself against the wall a little more to give room to the bumbling idiots emerging from their various classes. I had missed Gym. Oooooh how unfortunate… Catch my sarcasm? Ok what was next… I glanced down at the schedule again… and saw the words Home Ec. shine up at me like a beacon of safety. Finally! A class I could enjoy!
A variety of frazzeled looking kids pushed their way into the hallway and scrambled down the halls to their next classes and I joined them, schedule in one hand and backpack hanging off my shoulder. I tried not to think about it… I tried not to let it get to me.
It was hard.
"Goodmorning," a cheery man with a kind smile said, a pastel pink apron wrapped around his waist and a giant stirring spoon in the other. His caramal colored hair was slicked back, tie pressed crisp, and green eye's dancing and shone in the light. The Home Ec teacher looked happy to be there and like he would jump into a merry showtune any moment. It kind of made me wanna puke.
I forced myself to pull a tight lipped smile and cast my eyes down silently heading into the room. "Wait just a minute dear…" he said casually, and I paused. "It's not a problem just yet… but where were you?" He smiled sympathetically. "I'd hate to mark you late."
My shoulders bristled and a sigh blew out of the tightly drawn lips. "Ugh… Well um…" I hated explaining to new teachers that I had been in the principle's office. It labeled me. Branded me. Into some kind of… trouble maker. Like, Ohhh she went to the principles office! She must be bad news. They usually didn't even take into the consideration that I might've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I glanced back into his kind, slightly droopy eyes. "You see… I was called down to Principle Victoria and…" I trailed off jerking my thumb back towards the hallway I had come from.
Before I could finish, the teacher nodded at me and blew air out of blown cheeks. "Awww don't worry about it. I gotcha," he said with a wink and gestured for me to go inside. Hmmm… That was cool I guess. Maybe this guy isn't so bad.
"Oh… Thanks," I said cracking a small smile and walked into the already busy room. Assorted teenagers ran around dusting flour and tossing bags of sugar, shouts of excitement along with casual conversation filling the air.
"Ok guys, quiet down. We don't have much time left and I want you all to get started on the cookie dough!" I head the Mr. Happy Eye's yelled clasping his flour coated hands together. Then he glanced down at me. "You see any friends of yours…?" Shit. I hated this… Fuck how do I explain to this guy I kinda sorta had no friends-
"Reese-san!" a shrill voice shouted and I jerked over to see Christal waving her too large sleeves above her head and looking quite like a small bird. "Over here, Reese-san!"
I let out a relieved sigh. Never had I ever been more relieved to see the Japanese girl… "Oh hey, Chris," I called back and she smiled at me, dabs of flour all over her cheeks. "Hey um…"
"Call me Mr. Yevi."
"Ok… Mr. Yevi… Could I…?" I awkwardly pointed at Christal who was rockering back and forth on her heels her other hand weaving in and out of her dark hair.
"Oh sure! Of course, dear go right ahead," he smiled back with those kind eyes and crossed his arms over the pink apron.
I nodded and crossed over to the other side of the room only to be embraced by Christal's small arms. "We're making cookies!" her cheeks puffed out excitedly.
"We're?"
"O-h hi, Reese," a soft voice stuttered hesitantly and whipped around almost crashing into Butters. Oh yay! Another person to make me feel less of a loser! Joy. "Glad to see you… How's your first wah-day going?" he asked keeping his distance warily.
"Um… It's fine, Butters," I said feeling a bit suspicious.
"Oh… heh.. Good!" Chris said biting her lip as she reached over to stir a dark colored spoon into lumpy cookie dough. The spoon dipped in and out of the dough as she tossed in the occasional chocolate chip.
"Finish up that dough, guys!" Mr. Yevi chirped as he walked by our group, observed Christal's feeble attempts at stirring, and passed on.
I watched him strut away, and then glanced over at her frowning. "Um yeah…" What was going on here…? "What's wrong with you guys?"
"Oh well it's just wah- you see we-" Butters started, his knuckles bumping together nervously, but was interrupted by a shrill squeal.
"No! Oh my gosh put me down!" a girly voice yelled followed by a round of giggles. The three of us glanced back and saw Bonnie slung over the shoulder of an orange clad blur. It grasped her tightly and swayed her around while she giggled, her cheeks flushed.
I rolled my eyes at the sight and felt Butters sigh. "Oh jeez… What's Ken doing know?" he said sounding tired and even a little annoyed. We watched as the assortment of girls surrounding them laughed along with the pair. Welp I guess Kenny had taken me and Kinsey's advice that morning… Kinsey… Ugh. My thoughts wandered back to her and I scowled.
"No way, sexy," Kenny said in a mock sultry voice and Bonnie's giggles caught in her throat as the blush crept up to well beyond her cheeks. The rest of the girl's awwwwed, but I caught a few of them shooting almost undetectable daggers with their perfect mascara coated eyes. Their voices didn't match their gaze, and I even saw BeBe looking slightly pale as she grinned with tight lips off to the side. It was to be expected of course…This was Kenny. That was kinda his thing. Wait… Kenny…
I cupped my hands to my mouth to better let my voice piece the mass of squealing girls and shouted, "Hey, Kenny. Get your ass over here," I paused and added quickly, "please."
His head snapped back causing the mass of untidy blonde hair to sweep off his eyes as he looked at me. "Reese!" he said happily and set the reluctant Bonnie down. "Awww just the lady I was looking for…" he said with a eyebrow waggle and I felt a slight tingle in my stomach. He was pretty damn good looking I mean… I was surprised at the obvious offer of friendship in the light tone of voice. Bonnie straightened out her designer pink blouse and looked at me funny. Not in a funny haha way though. More like I want to cut your head off and push you off a cliff haha. Her little green eyes narrowed, but I ignored them rather taking this… opportunity for social interaction. God knows I needed more of that…
"Wait… you were looking for me?" I questioned lamely as Kenny slouched lazily against the counter next to Christal.
He leaned down curiously to sniff the chocolate chip filled batter, grinned broadly, and dragged a single skinny callused finger in the doughy substance. Butters reacted with a loud hmmph and swatted the other boy's hand away. "No Kenny!" he wailed. "That's our grade you're eating!"
The blond let out a hearty laugh and licked his finger clean. "Calm your tits, Buttercup," he said a bit harshly, but still was grinning. Slouching down father, he glanced back at me and said, "And yeah I was. You've talked to McKenzie recently…maybe…?" I could tell her was trying desperately to be subtle about it, but I saw through his attempts immediately.
"No. And I don't plan to talk to that bitch. Ever," I shot back and glared down at the floor my cheap scuffed up navy converse looking awkwardly out of place against the yellow tile. Ew yellow. Always hated that color…
"Awww just give her a chance Reese-san…" Christal muttered quietly and stared at me with huge puppy eyes.
"She wah- wants to talk to you…" Butters cut in.
My head snapped up from Kenny to the two shorter teens, then back at Kenny all the while glaring. The fuck man. "Seriously? Seriously. This happened like… two fucking hours ago. How do you even know-" My hands drew into fists and I felt that awful yet familiar bubble of anger start to to build up inside my guts.
Kenny held up two open palmed hands, both covered in batter and band aids, and clicked his tongue. "Wow, girl. No need to freak out. Just take a deep breath…"
"Don't fucking… tell me to calm down…" I hissed and clamped my eyes shut trying to keep the anger down. Ok yeah… I did need to calm down actually… But I'm just really stubborn. Oh well. Boo hoo go cry a river, Kenny, I'm fucking pissed. "I hate being told to calm down…"
Kenny furrowed his eyebrows down the middle making his nose scrunch up in frustration. "Look man… I'm just saying we waited for you in Gym class cuz the fatass said you had that classwith Kinsey so you chicks could talk it out and stuff, but you never showed."
"Um yeah… maybe cuz I was in the principles office," I snapped coldly and played with the end of my jacket string while lightly stroking the furry pink fluff at the end with shaking fingers. "Cuz she tattled on me like… like some kind of fucking kindergartener."
It was the other teen's turn to glare as he bared his beer stained teeth at me. "Hey, back off Reese. She just wants to talk. It was just a stupid misunderstanding ok-"
"No, Kenny. No. It's not just 'ok'," I cut him off with over dramatized air quotes and slammed a flat palm down on the table. Mr. Yevi glanced over at us and frowned.
"Oh dear… Oh Jesus… Wah- please don't f-fight you guys," Butters said biting his lip and looking warily over at the approaching teacher. "I-I think Mr. Yevi's gonna, gonna come over here and give you guys a-a right good talkin' to… I don't want him hollerin' at us…"
"Stay out of it, Butters!" We said in unison, and Christal sighed still stirring the batter anxiously.
"Um, Mr. Yevi," I heard Bonnie say in her obnoxiously girly voice. "You see… I'm tryyyying to do my work… But Reese is distracting me." I couldn't help but notice how she had left Kenny's name out.
"Whore…" I whispered, feeling my anger rise. I had about enough of all the assholes… Ruining my day… God damn it man…
"Wow, insulting everyone today, huh," Kenny said coldly.
"You're the one who said Bonnie wasn't your type," I shot back.
He leaned back and picked at his nails absentmindedly. "What can I say. I'm a sucker for the hot ones."
"No shit, anyone can see that. Just look at her," my eye's wondered to Bonnie, her ample chest bouncing as she turned to jokingly slap her friend's hands away from their doughy mess.
And just like that, without missing a beat, his head shot up and turned towards me. Fuck. Fuck what did I just say! "Wait no! I mean wait stop…" I fumbled with my words, but he just stared at me. Fuck.
"What'd you just say…?" he said softly, and I watched as his previous annoyance practically melt away and become replaced by a look of curiosity. I froze, my eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. If headlights were blatantly homosexual observations that is. Fuuuuck…
"Look… It's just… I mean I appreciate… It's just she…" I babbled as my cheeks began to rise in temperature, but I was interrupted; thank the lord, by a soft grip on my shoulder.
"Excuse me… what seems to be the problem here?" Mr. Yevi said kindly, his hand still grasping my shoulder tightly. After a moment, I thought he'd lift it away, but the hand staid awkwardly clasped to my shoulder, his knuckles brushing the pink fluff around the sleeves edge.
"Oh n-nothing sir!" Butters said with a forced grin. "Everythings wah- just fine here sir! No need to go a-hollerin' at us or nothin' and-"
"Reese and Kenny were fighting!" Christal said, her dark eyes widened at the teachers face. My heart seized up and for just that moment I wanted to smack that silly little expression right off her face…
"Dude! What the hell-" I turned towards her, but was cut off by Kenny who linked arms with me, a sly grin on his face.
"Oh, it was nothing Mr. Yevi! We were just having a heated debate about whether or not Reese should go to the nurses office," he said looking at me with mock sympathy while his eyes clearly screamed 'roll with it'.
"Nurses office…" I tried to shrug his hand off but it held on like a fucking vise as he repeated, "Why the nurses office…?"
"Oh you know… A few coughs here and there, sore throat, I'm pretty sure she's getting a fever, too!" Kenny said with deep concern and pressing his hand to my forehead.
I stood there in extreme awkward conditions, Kenny's cold palm against my head and another palm, Mr. Yevi's, on my shoulder, wondering what the hell this was about… Wondering how I could explain to Kenny… explain to Kenny what? What would I even be able to say to get me out of this? Damn it… Fucking damn… how was I going to logically explain this! It practically screamed 'plays for the other team', and there was no way in hell that the idea that I could be… that I was… ok there was no way Kenny could find out. No way in hell. Plus I mean… I wouldn't even wanting him knowing anyway… There was only one person ever I'd tell and he's in World History right now I'm pretty sure… Wait what. What am I even saying! There's nothing to tell. No nothing… I'm just… confused. It's a phase. "It's denial," a little tiny voice whispered in the back of my head, but I shushed her.
"You don't say…" Mr. Yevi said sounding genuinely concerned. He squeezed my shoulder affectingly and said, "Well then, there's only a little bit left of class… And it looks like you've made a decent start on that dough there… Why don't you take Reese to the nurses, will you please Mr. McKormick."
Kenny nodded in all seriousness, but his eyes danced. "Yes, sir!" And with that he practically grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the door. I watched a certain blond shoot glare after glare through her narrowed green eyes at me as Kenny pulled my arm out the door, practically pulling the thing right out of the socket. Finally we had made it outside the room, and after a minute of wondering the halls, Kenny spoke.
"So… Which bomb you wanna drop first babe," he teased, but his eyes looked hungry and I knew he was on the hunt for answers.
Too bad I wasn't gonna give him it. I didn't have an answer anyway… No… "You mean the part where Kinsey randomly pulled a Brutus and stabbed me in the back?" I offered coldly and walked beside him.
Slowly his smile disappeared. "What's you deal Reese? Seriously mellow down and stop being so angry all the time. You're such a fucking downer."
I glared at the hallway ahead and ignored the insult. "I still don't know why she did it. And when you supposedly best fucking female friend rats you out to the principle you-"
"Yeah yeah I know the story… She told me… You're just not getting the whole thing. Well you might be… maybe... if she told you…"
"Told me what?"
"Well if she had already told you… well then that'd totally make you the bitch… Even though it wasn't even that bad, in my opinion it could've been worse." He shrugged.
"Wait wait wait, slow down," I said and stopping us in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm confused."
A look of understanding crossed Kenny's face, then the corners of his mouth tugged up into a tiny knowing smile. "Oh so she didn't tell you…"
"Tell me what!" Ok… the fuck? Was I not getting something here? I went over the incident quickly in my head. Nomy... The Damien being an asshole... The fight… Hottie McHottie Craig… fucking faggot Clyde… The… The principles office. It didn't add up. "I actually… really um don't get it," I trailed off lamely knowing I sounded stupid. But seriously, what was going on? "I'm not shitting you here. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."
A look crossed Kenny's mind and he shifted his feet to give me a rather intense for the situation look with those grey blue eyes of his, and then finally said, "Well… Hm. A little surprising to be honest. But to be expected I guess… So it's not your fault since you didn't do it on purpose… Kinsey thought you did and she got mad."
"Did what? Mad about what?" I was getting desperate now.
He paused again, contemplating his answer, and I really wished he'd just spit it out already… "I think I'm gonna let her tell you actually," he finished with a cheeky grin and I slapped at his arm.
"No, seriously just tell me! What!" I whined and slapped him again, but he just continued showing of a sparklingly cocky smile and jerking his body to avoid the slaps.
"Nuh-uh. Nope, sorry Ree. If you wanna find out… Talk to McKenzie!" That little bitch… He tricked me. Fucking curious… I had to know. I had to know what he was talking about, why my friend decided to pull a preschooler, why he was giving me that obnoxiously cocky smile.
"Shut up!"
"I'm not talking."
"It's you fucking smile… You look stupid. Stop it."
"Talk to Kinsy?"
"Yeah yeah whatever…" He nudged me and I growled, "I said yeah! Jesus…"
Kenny laughed and shoved two hands deep into the orange pockets. "Ok good…" he trailed off and stared at me funny. It was weird… His eyes were deep and blue, a glint of mischief, and… they were just staring intently. Judging me… Damn it.
"Um… I have to go," I fumbled quickly and made a beeline towards the door, but Kenny lunged forward blocking my way and I felt my heart pulse deep in my chest like it always did when… when fucking people who weren't Cartman wanted to fucking talk… about personal fucking things… Why wouldn't he just drop it and leave? "What do you want now?" I mumbled avoiding his eyes and trying to make it around him to the school doors. The lobby was now filled with kids scrambling to get their backpacks and leave after an incredibly tiresome day of school. I mentally went over the amount of homework the teachers had loaded on for tonight and tried to ignore the smiling Kenny next to me, his hands still jammed in his pockets.
"Nothing. Just looking…" he said with a closed lipped smile, his dimples showing.
"At what…" I grumbled and slunk my shoulders down.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "You're always with the fatass, I never get to see you."
"Yeah…" My shoulder bristled knowing there was more that he wanted to know. That he was just preparing to pounce onto the obvious subject we both knew was coming. It hovered above us, taunting me… So you don't just like boys… Do you Reese…? Huh, Reese? Anything you wanna say, Reese? Come on, Reese? You can trust me, Reese!
"I just feel like we don't really talk a lot, you know? You're pretty cool…" he offered. Hmmm… Wow that was surprisingly. I kinda always figured he had just… tolerated me.
I relaxed and I paused, then gave a weak smile. "Um… ok. Thanks Kenny. You're pretty cool to…" Gahh this was still awkward way to awkward for my taste… but the compliment had been nice at least. "Um… Yeah. I kinda have to go to detention soooo…" I jerked my thumb towards the small room next to the principles office and Kenny nodded, that curious smile still on his face.
"Yeah I got'cha girl. Have fun!" A wink, and then he was gone in the crowd. I watched the strikingly bright fabric of that orange parka disappear and sighed. Crisis averted… Well. Time for detention, I guess. Nothing too out of the ordinary there, but it was still a bummer. Better text Cartman and cancel after school plans… My phone looked just as old and dented as ever.
Heyyyy i got detention aftr school :( tell u the story later! idk when its ovr
It only took a moment for him to reply, and I imagined hischubby body perched on a leathery bus seat, a scowl on his face and his high tech iphone his mom had bought him clutched in his palm. I smiled.
Awww dude tht sucks ass we were supposed to play Metal Death 5 wait does it hav to do with kensey…? Cuz poor ass said u chicks had a fight or sumthin
We will totes play tomorrow and yeahhh got in a fight in cafeteria apperently she saw and told victoria :(
Bitch :P well hav fun sadanpaacyifdfuckalsdjf
The message puzzled me, but I only had to wait a moment for a new one to appear.
Sorry some stupid fuckin kid bumped me ok bye see u latr
I chuckled, and then pocketed the phone as I approached the detention door. It was crusty, the paint peeling off in the corners, and I suppressed a gag. Then a quick sign in with the equally crusty lady at the front desk, and I was in hell itself. "Sit you things down and no talking," a familiar voice called out and I peeked out from my veil of dark hair to see a smiling Mr. Yevi at the front of the room. He had detention duty! He didn't seem like the kind to volunteer for that…
I scanned the room for a seat and settled for the one in the very back, sat down in the creaking chair, and got ready for the routine I had grown to know so well. It was called Sit And Do Absolutely Nothing Productive At All Cuz Your In Fucking Detention. SADANPAACYIFD for short. It was something Cartman and I had devised after the first couple of trips down to the bowls of hades, and the stupid name lifted my spirits if only for a second. Time for a game to pass the time now…. It was called Look Around The Room And See What Other Fucktards Are In Detention Too. We didn't come up with a shortened name for that one.
I pretended to look at the scratched up wooden desk in front of me, but I allowed my eyes to wonder the room a bit while Mr. Yevi chilled over at his desk alone. Hmm… Nobody I really recognized was here. The room contained only a couple older looking kids and an occasional twitchy nervous looking underclassman. Oh wait no that was just Tweek.
"Pssst!" I called out to the jerky blonde and he let out a chocked noise.
"Ahhh!"
"Tweek, quiet please," Mr. Yevi said kindly, but with a tone of command in his voice as he glanced up from the magazine positioned in front of his eyes.
"Sorry sir…" Tweek mumbled and wrung his hands together searching for the voice.
After a moment, I decided to try again. "Pssst! Tweek! Hi!" I muttered in his directed and he jerked around.
"Oh god…" He mumbled as his chocolate browns eyes locked onto mine. "Oh Jesus…God… Um hi… Reese. Ahhh!"
"Tweek, if you don't stop I'll have to alert somebody," Mr. Yevi said curtly as he again glanced up from his desk looking a bit more annoyed.
"Alert somebody! Like the high authorities!" He screamed resulting in the rest of the room to chuckle, but I was just satisfied I had even gotten an answer at all. Part of me felt bad for him, what with the twitching and shit cuz I knew what it was like being socially… unacceptably. Having few friends… All that jazz. I kinda just wanted to be his friend ya know? But part of me found it absolutely hilarious to see the fear in those brown eyes every time I acknowledged him. It was honestly pretty funny to see him cower like that… Ok I'm not like… sadistic or anything so don't get the idea I'm into that kind of shit. Just admit it! You all secretly enjoy that feeling. Right…? Not just me…? Ok maybe just me…
"But it feels so right… Hurting people…"
What. I froze, every nerve on fire, my mind on high alert as the blood rushed to my head. What… was that. That voice… I felt my heart beat in my chest like a drum, and I looked around at everybody. The rest of the room was silent, apathetic, uninterested in anybody else and Mr. Yevi was still eye deep in some magazine… Where the hell did that… I paused and it dawned on me that it… it had come from inside me. What the fuck was that all about! Maybe I really am going crazy. That was so… weird. The voice had sounded airy, far away, like it was coming from somebody across the room, yet it lingered in my mind as close as a thin whisper near my ears. Maybe it was my own thoughts. Yep… I grimaced and tugged at the strings of my hoodie wondering how much longer I'd have to sit here bored out of my mind. I was anxious to leave and tell Cartman about that voice thing…
"You're late, Mr. Donavon," the middle aged mad said from his position at the desk, his back straight and fingers lightly taping the grainy surface.
I glanced up to see the hulky form of Clyde walk into the detention room, a frown plastered on his round face and his brown hair tousled. "Yeah… Sorry had to get something from a friend for this project and you see…" he mumbled and shuffled his feet.
Mr. Yevi continued to frown and withdrew a miniature brown notebook. "Pease no excuses. I'm gonna have to write you up again and-"
"He's not lying," a nasally voice said behind Clyde quietly jerking my hazy mind into full hyper alert. Oh God. Detention just maybe got a wee bit better. Or worse… I didn't really know fully at that point if the whole lunch thing had made us 'friends' or whatever… I mean we kinda were. More so then before this whole… ok obsession wasn't a right word. Crush…? Yeah… Before this whole crush thing came up and I could hang around him without breaking into a sweat and blushing up a storm, Craig would often come with Kinsey and I, sometimes Cartman or Kenny, even Other Crystal if we needed her, on our pranks and other shit. Now… I don't know. It's just hard to be friends with someone who made your heart race a mile a second…
"Mr. Tucker. Also late… But you are serious with you claim? The truth and nothing but the truth?" he teased, a stern smile finding it's way to his lips.
"Yep, Mr. Yevi. Clyde needed stuff for a project from Stan, who's at football practice right now," Craig said softly, hands jammed in a dark blue windbreaker. My heart pounded like one of those big Asian drum things as I tried to concentrate on anything beside how lovely he looked in that windbreaker… his soft looking black hair windswept around those sharp features… Damn it. Cartman was right… I really am that obnoxious.
Mr. Yevi simply nodded and gestured for the pair to find seats as he dove back down to continue reading from the computer screen. Clyde pouted as he pushed a few chairs around to get a good seat away from a rather tough looking senior boy while Craig hung back behind his friend.
I tried not to stare, but couldn't help but shoot small fleeting glances at the object of my affection as he stood in all his brooding glory… Did he remember me? Of course idiot. You were friends remember? Before you made things all… awkward. Did he remember the lunch incident? No shit. It happened today. I shot another glance at him, trying to hide my eyes behind heavy layers of brown hair. Peeking through the brown curtain, I saw his steely eyes stare off into space… then suddenly snap over to look at me. Blue met hazel, and I jerked my head down so hard my neck cracked. I pretended to become insanely interested in the wooden table. I stared stock still and silent, even after Craig had sat in the seat two rows in front of me, his own eyes locked on the table and foot bouncing up and down underneath. He staid just like that until the detention ended. Then, I grabbed my backpack and got the fuck out of there.
I pulled the handles of the backpack firmly with both hands as I hightailed it away from the room and down the abandoned hallway. Did he do that on purpose? Had he noticed me staring? Oh God… Caught in the act… So fucking embarrassing… Oh God… My internally nightmare distracted me from my way and the next minute I knew I was stopped up at the dead end of some hallway who's rooms looked completely foreign. "Shit …" I cursed and swept the halls searching for the staircase that would hopefully lead me to the front entrance.
"I don't know man… She seems pretty fucked up in my opinion."
"Yeah, that's only 'cuz she stood up to you, dickhead."
I froze hearing the quiet chatter coming from the hallway to my left, and wildly searched for a place to run. Or hide. The Janitors closest! I squeaked a quick victory and thanked the God in Heaven for helping me avoid what would surely have been an incredibly awkward situation. I dove inside the closest just as Craig, Clyde dutifully by his side, rounded the corner. I tried to stay inconspicuous, but my curiosity yet again got the better of me, so I leaned ever so slightly to peer through the crack where the door met the hinges. All was quiet except for the two teen boy's content conversation.
"No way, man! I dunno… There's something weird there I gotta say," Clyde shuttered a bit, his red letterman jacket fluttering from the breeze of an open window and I got the awful sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach that he was talking about me. "Just the way she was sitting there in detention… Totally reminded me of a zombie. Like one of those real zombies, not the fake shit from the movies. A real zombie." Another shudder.
Craig shrugged and leaned against the window. "You're entitled to your opinion I guess…" he trailed off, then said, "I think she's ok." Oh God… Did you all hear that? Did you? Craig Tucker thinks I'm ok. I could have almost swooned if that wasn't completely stupid. I mentally slapped myself for acting so stupid. Reese. Stop being stupid.
"Yeah… Whatever. I'm still pretty sure she's one of those types."
"Those types?"
"Yeah you know…" Clyde looked around, then leaned in close to his friend and whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. But unfortunately, I did. "Dykes…"
The other teen pulled back looking amused. "You mean a lesbian?"
Clyde nodded and bit his lip. "You know? She tries to hide it and stuff… But it's sorta obvious… and stuff." Oh he was going to die. Yep, I had already decided. Clyde Donavon is it? Yeah you know that kid? He's dead. Dead. It's decided.
Craig just shrugged and replied apathetically, "Don't judge a book by it's cover." Then after a moment, "Plus McKenzie says she's pretty cool."
"Oh Lordy, McKenzie said so! It must be true hard facts in your books now!" Clyde teased and nudged the other who had a small smile tug at the corner of his lips.
"Yeah…" he trailed off again, then the two carried their chat away from my little closest space arguing about whether or not zombies were real. I relaxed my back and breathed in deeply. Wow… I stood up in the darkness of the closest, basking in the cool black and going over everything Craig had said in my brain. She's ok. My shoulders perked up a bit more, and for the first time in a few hours that day, I gave a genuine smile. Too bad there was nobody in the damp, dark room to even see… Brushing something that felt suspiciously like cobwebs out of my way, I reached down to open the closest door and… nothing. Absolutely… nothing. No open, no budge, not even a squeaking noise or whatever. Nothing. I bit my lip and tried again with the same end results. Nothing. I was trapped. Shit. I quickly fumbled to pull my phone from my too tight pants and glanced at the battery bar. If… there was a battery bar to glance at that is. The phone, damn that piece of shit, was completely dead, it's black screen taunting me. Shit shit shit shit shit.
I turned around and blindly felt the air around me with outstretched arms hoping to find a light switch and… there! I yanked on something suspended in the middle of the cramped room and the whole thing was flooded with cheap dim light. At least it was something. I pulled back and looked around at my surroundings, taking internal notes on what I had… How long I'd have to survive… No food. No water either… Just an empty broken looking soda machine. How tragic… I was going to die here. I could see it now! My brother Roger, dad, and Cartman the only ones at my funeral. My tombstone reading 'Here lies the dear Reese Davenport. Loving sister, perfect daughter, damn great best friend, starved to death in a High School janitors closest. Dear lord, sweet wonderful god who may or may not exist… Please if you are up there… Send help.
I waited. Nothing happened. For about a half an hour I estimated. I didn't know what I had been expecting… A guardian angel perhaps? A merry band of misfits to bust me out of my tomb? The heavens to open up inside the closet and rain down my favorite fattie snack cakes? My tummy grumbled and I poked at the chubby flesh with a pout. I had been leaning up against that broken soda machine I mentioned early and counting how many spare bottles of window cleaner the cramped room had for the past half an hour and it really didn't feel like any bearded man in the sky was going to grace me with an escape anytime soon. Oh well… A better death in here then being burned to death. Or frozen. Or ripped up like in one of my favorite Saw movies… I sighed and picked at a dirt encrusted broom, when I head a bubbling laughter from somewhere outside the door.
"For a first meet, that wasn't, like, too bad!" a voice said loudly.
"Yeah it was pretty fun. I just adore our new uniform designs!" squealed the second. Wait a second… I recognized that squeal from early… Bonnie? The Bonnie?
"What about you, Heidi? Do you like the orange ruffles on our skirts?" the Bonnie voice inquired and I leaned in closer.
"Eh, they're ok… I guess… I liked our Middle School green skirts better. The miniskirt style suits my figure way better, I think!" the girl 'Heidi' replied, and a sharp laugh followed.
"Oh Heids. What figure?" the laugh increased in pitch, and I positioned my eye in front of the crack just as three pairs of long, slender legs strutted past. Cheerleads… Oh great just my luck… But hey, what's better? Risking embarrassing myself in front of these girls, or suicide by self choking myself with a soda can to end my misery?
"Hey!" I shouted through the crack and the legs froze. "Yeah you guys. Yo, help me out? Sorta stuck…" I trailed off and silently begged that they'd release me.
"What was… that…?" the voice of 'Heidi' said, one of the leg pairs turning around wildly.
"Don't answer! It's probably a janitor looking for some freaky time with a cheerleader!" Oh yeah that's totally what it is.
"Shut up, BeBe! I recognize that voice… Kenny's friend? Is that you?" Oh so now I was Kenny's friend apparently. Well… better then nothing right? Right…? Ok time to get this show on the rode…
"Yeah, Bonnie. It's me. Um… Kenny's friend. I'm in the clos-" I stopped myself, realizing what the saying entitled. Oh haha real funny… "Um… I'm in the room marked 'Janitor' and it's locked from the inside… Mind opening it for me?" I leaned against the door and lightly scratched at the wood with a frown.
"Um… Yeah sure, uh… What's your name?" the Bonnie voiced asked and I sighed.
"Let's get to formalities after I'm out of the… You know what? Just open the door."
There was a pause, a shuffling of feet, then a click as the door opened and my hunched form toppled over and out of the room. I landed at the sneaked feet of the three girls, and I glanced with the apologize, then thank my saviors. I was met by one sneering BeBe, a concerned Bonnie, and a vacant looking red head I could only imagine to be Heidi. I quickly stood up while brushing the dirt form my knees, and gave them my best smile, which I hoped didn't look like a mental patient's grin.
"Oh… hey… Thanks for that."
Heidi's dim eye's looked me up and down, finally settling on my rather unruly hair, then back down to my less then sparkling eyes. "Um… you welcome?"
BeBe scooted her friend to the side and said, "Don't mention it. Seriously don't. Ok come on guys!" She turned to leave, with a still shocked looking Heidi in tow, but Bonnie was a bit more reluctant.
She tilted her head to the side and regarded me with a rather concerned look. "Why were you there, anyway?"
"Um… No reason." Now way was I telling her anything.
She nodded, then gave me a sweet smile. "Ok… and hey…" The nervous look did not suit her pretty features. "Um… About you and Kenny in Home Ec. Is there anything going on there or…?" She glanced at me, her green eyes soft.
"Wha…" I… what was she getting at- oh! Kenny! "Oh!" I mentally facepalmed. "Right! Yeah! I mean no! Yeah, no! Definitely not… Go right ahead," I stumbled with the words, but I thought I managed to get my point across. Her features immediately perked up.
"Wait really? Are you saying he's into me?"
"He thinks you're hot," I offered with a shrug and shoved my hands into my pockets.
"Oh yay! Thanks, girl!" Bonnie trilled and pulled me… into a hug! Emergency… Emergency… Back up, now. Back up. I cringed as I was enveloped in a cloud of sweet smelling perfume and Bonnie arms.
And just as it had started, it ended and Bonnie let her embrace go, her skinny arms falling back to her side, and I found myself sorta missing the soft, warmth. "You're welcome by the way," she said, "and I've gotta go! Bye!" She bounded after BeBe and the other one who's name I had already forgotten.
"My name's Reese," I said to her, but she was already around the hallway, bonde curls bouncing after her. I sighed. Was the day over already? I glanced down to check the time on my phone, forgetting it had run out of batteries, but was met with empty pockets. Wait… my phone… Wasn't it just in my hands? I glanced back at the closet, but the door was already shut tight. I weakly tugged at the handle, but it wouldn't give. The lock was in place. I stared at the flaky surface of the wood and let my arm fall back down, and with the air around me still smelling faintly like sweet girl, I felt the first tears of the school year well up in my eyes. And here I thought this year was going to be different.
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