The Trouble With Stacey - Chapter 6

I stood there watching the orgy of teenage illegality, my mouth literally open with amazement. The sound of the stereo blaring, a cacophony of giggly adolescent girls combined with Kristy professing her love for all things at the top of her voice meant that I was getting an instant headache.

I walked over and calmly turned off the stereo.

'SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. NOW!!!!'

This move was surprisingly effective and everyone turned to look at me. Kristy, clearly drug-affected, spoke first.

'So, so, so, so, so… sorry… Stacey.' she drawled, clearly having trouble with her words, 'I fuckin' think you are so great. I don't… even care. …that you lost a kid 'cos I fuckin' love ya. I just fuckin'' LOVE yoooouuuu !!!!'

'Well that's lovely Kristy, thanks for that.' I said dismissively, 'Now everyone is too high to do anything today so I'm dismissing this meeting. C'mon everyone, just go home, go straight to your bedrooms and chill the fuck out. Don't let your parents see you, have a coffee if you need one and seriously, just chill out. Oh yeah, and Dawn, don't bring your brownies to any more meetings. I can't believe you did that, it's just so fucking irresponsible.'

I gestured at Mallory to make my point. She was starting to babble something about Mary-Anne and Logan being in the CIA.

'Hey don't you fucking chastise Dawn! Those brownies were both thoughtful and delicious. Dawn may be a dirty hippie,' there was a lethargic protest from Dawn which Kristy ignored, 'but at least she doesn't let her charges get kidnapped and quite possibly…. get murdered…yes murdered!, in hideous, hideous ways!'

The back of my neck was getting prickly and hot. Kristy had overstepped the mark (even though she was kinda right about Charlotte being murdered). I knew I should just defuse the situation but I finally had had enough of her rich-girl lifestyle.

I just snapped!

'Fuck you, you ugly scrag! You… you…. fucking stinking period stain!'

Kristy eyes suddenly darkened and she ripped of the deerstalker, which, incredibly, made her more naked. Quite an achievement, really. I was still contemplating this when she launched herself at me from the bed. I was caught slightly off guard and I found myself gasping for a breath on the floor while Kristy pummelled me from above. Kristy's really athletic and even drugged out on dope-cookies she was still getting some good punches in.

I've never been in a fight but I've seen a couple at school and this one was as good as any I've witnessed. My dad would have called this one a knock-down-drag-out scrap. Claudia was scratching at Kristy and screaming obscenities, while Dawn threw Nancy Drew novels at their angry owner. One accidently struck Kristy fair in the nose and that just made her crazy.

As for Mallory, well Mary Anne later told me that she just socked Logan in the face for no reason, causing Mary Anne to defend him in a pretty spirited way. Now I might be cynical but I'd say it was probably 'cos Mallory was suffering acute paranoia due to drug use. At some point Jessi must have been collected by a stray hand or foot because after I tore myself away from Kristy I noticed she was taking swings in all directions. This combined with Logan trying to break everyone up lead to absolute chaos.

Finally due to fatigue more than anything else, everyone retreated to different corners of the room. Clothes were ripped and there was a fair bit of blood too. Kristy looked the worst, she had a blood nose and it was running into her mouth making her look really gruesome.

'Fuck you all! You're all out of the club! I fuckin' hate all of you!' she screamed.

'Shut up Kristy you fuckwit! Everyone just get the hell out of my bedroom!' yelled Claudia, her black hair in an absolute mess and with a huge welt under her left eye.

'Fine! I will!' spat Kristy. She slipped her green T-Shirt back on, collected the rest of her clothes and stormed out. Before she exited she turned and shot Claudia some daggers. 'I'm glad the club's finished. Too many ugly, lesbian, borderline illiterate, fuckin' slanty-eyed Japs! Fuck you all!'

After that we all slowly filed out, not knowing where to look, no-one was on speaking terms at this stage. I had a lot to think about on the way home. It was hard not to conclude that my life was going down the toilet. Basically I was a criminal and this latest development had left me without friends.

I snuck inside and changed ready for dinner. I came down the stairs and took my place at the table, already deciding not to tell mum about the fight. She smiled at me, assuming that I had had fun seeing my friends and paused to hand me something.

'Someone dropped this in the letterbox for you my dear.' she said. Intrigued I opened the envelope, which had my first name typed on the front. Inside was a single piece of note paper.

Four words of type stared at me, turning my blood cold. It read:

I SAW IT ALL

To be continued…