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Chapter 4-Girls, Bran, and Stuart Don't Mix Well

As I was growing up I'd always thought Stuart was a bit of a strange fellow. Ironically I'd ended up making Stuart a bit slow to common sense, which could just have been attributed to the multiple headache pills I took as he did receive good grades, and every once in a while you could probably find him staring at a blank wall with a blank look one his face. More than once I had received a few bruises or injuries of some sort because of the antics Stuart's friends got him into. I'd get a few chipped teeth and a bruised jaw from attempting to do a trick on a bicycle that ended in utter failure before I got them from having to deal with Sir Scrubber. Bran was the only one to really bother helping. The other boys were too busy laughing their arses off. Most of the injuries I got as a kid had something to do with Stuart doing something stupid or just being utterly clumsy.

To be honest it was a very tiring act to put up. I often felt like just asking my parents to move to another town, grow out my hair, put on a dress, and just try to live a simple life. Sometimes the bruises I got were so bad I ended up staying with them for weeks on end only to seemingly receive them in the same areas. They often ended up being so tender that it felt like I couldn't rest certain limbs in certain angles for days after the bruising had faded. It was worse when cramps occurred. I still shiver thinking about it.

I think maybe that's why I was always thinking of the bruises I'd receive from Stuart's antics during Stuart's third and most hated period, physical education, or as I nicknamed it, physical hell.

"Stop dozin' off, Pot!" Mr. Smith yelled. I barely had enough time to duck as a red rubber ball whizzed past my head of black hair. The incident with the red hair had happened over six months ago. I was eight when it happened and at this time was nine.

A loud, "BAM!" sounded behind as the ball hit the wall, soft thuds following as it bounced over to me. Even back then I didn't have much arm strength but my limbs let the ball travel far enough that it could possibly land on somebody.

"OW!" I heard some kid say in the direction the ball was thrown. My then blue eyes scanned the room to see who had gotten out. It was one of Stuart's less favorable mates, Andrew Farrier, clutching his gut as he limped over to the benches at the side of the gym. I think if Murdoc and him met, they'd get along quite nicely, ruining my life with their narcissistic stupidity and all that other crap. Andrew caught sight of my staring and gave a sneer as he finally sat down.

I chuckled nervously at the boy whose eyes were still on me as I rolled my eyes behind my closed lids. A sudden pain hit my head before my body fell to the ground.

"POT!" I heard someone, most likely Mr. Smith say as heavy thuds, footsteps, came closer. "Pot 're ya alwigh'?" I tried opening my eyes but all I could see were swimming colors that refused to mix or become shapes. When they did choose to mix, they were nothing but gigantic blobs of color. There was also a small ringing in my ear that was beginning to fade away. "Somebody get the nurse."

"Nah, I'm Calvin Klien," I mumbled out, shaking my head hoping it would clear my vision. "It's alwigh', daan't need the nurse. I'm Robin Hood."

"I thin' 'e's off 'is rocker," someone said.

"Oh, shut it, Bennet," someone else hissed. I think it might have been Bran. My sight was still fuzzy so I couldn't see properly still.

"I'm awlwigh', I daan't need ter clock the nurse," i said again, louder so that the coach could hear.

"Can't be ter sure, boy," Mr. Smith responded. "Wahn of ya take Stuart ter the nurse."

"I'll do it, Mr. Smith!" I heard someone say excitedly. It was a too high pitched for a boy, much like how my own voice, with a strange accent to it I vaguely remembered from somewhere. It was a strange mix of English and Dutch I couldn't put a name on.

"Awlwrigh'," Mr. Smith said, helping me to stand before another person's arms held me up. They were small, although most children at the age I was then were small compared to me, even now it's still the same, with soft thin limbs that easily held me up seeing as how hardly any fat clung to me. I didn't know if it was a girl or a small boy holding me.

My vision cleared up and I saw that it was indeed a girl holding her. She was a pretty little bird with bright auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a faint tan. It looked as though she used to go into the sun often and now her tan was fading.

"Sorry if this feels weird," the girl said looking up at me, eyes bright with excitement. "I'm Jennifer Greene but people call me Jenny. I moved here from Florida a few months ago. I've seen you around here and you just seemed really strange and I had to get the chance to meet you. I already know your name so you don't need to introduce yourself."

I was taken aback by how excited and fast-talking the girl was. "Nah, it's Calvin Klien. Spice ter meet ya Jenny. Ya loike it 'ere so far?" There was a moment of silence followed by a soft, "um" from Jenny before I realized that the girl hadn't understood me at all. "I mean I'm fine and it nice ter meet ya. Sorry abaht that. Me and me mum 'ave this accent, and she's from this part in London wif slang where wahn, two, or three words rhyme wif wahn word. and 're said instead of the real word."

"Oh, I get it now!" Jenny said happily with a grin. "So Calvin Klien is fine and spice is nice?"

"Yeah, ya go' i'!"

"Yay!"

I laughed at the girl's antics. Jenny seemed pretty nice to be with even if she was a little hyper and over-excited. "So, ya loike it 'ere so far, Jen?"

"It's fine I think. I don't like the weather though. It's way too cold for me over here! I was born in the sun and should stay in the sun," she said, tugging my arm as we turned into another hall. " Do you know any cool places to hang out around here? I'm so used to just going to a beach that I have no idea what to do."

I shrugged and thought about what Stuart and his friends usually did after school or on the weekends. "There's a playground a block or bo''le of glue- er, two from 'ere. Me and me friends mostly just climb the tree's there though." That was somewhat like what we did. I wasn't about to tell her that though. "I thin' the nearest beach ya might loike is maybe a couple a 'undred miles from 'ere. There's not a hoppin pot- uh, lot worf seein 'ere. The saucepan lids- kids 'ere mostly just 'ang aahht and I daan't kna wot the older whans do 'round 'ere."

Jenny sighed in despair. "I knew there wasn't anything to do here."

My only response was to chuckle nervously. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Jenny said as they reached the nurse's office. She knocked on the door as I took off my arm that was around the girl's shoulder.

The nurse hadn't made much of a fuss, already used to Stuart's almost constant visits to her office. She just made sure there wasn't anything too serious before giving an icepack to hold on to the bruise on my head before we walked back to the gym in silence. As we turned to the hallway we walked through before Jenny turned to me and said, "Do ya think ya could show me around town? I know absolutely nothing about where to go to for fun around here. I like the beach but I need someplace where I can actually eat food that isn't weird to me and play games or something like that."

I was a bit taken aback. "Wot?"

Jenny rolled her eyes in annoyance as a bit of pink flushed her cheeks. "Could ya show me around after school? Any cool places besides the park I could see?"

"Uh o.k. I guess I'll sha ya 'round 'ere on Friday? It takes me a while ter do me 'omework?"

"How 'bout Saturday and we meet at school by eight."

"At nigh'?" I said while laughing.

Jenny laughed along giving a small playful smirk. "No, in the morning."

My laughing slowly ceased as I saw Jenny look at me with a serious look of excitement. " Ya were serious?"

"Yep," she replied popping the "p". For an effect she wiggled her perfectly trimmed eyebrows before giggling infectiously. I would have followed if I weren't still in momentary shock at actually finding someone my age that actually liked to wake up early. I closed my slightly opened mouth so she wouldn't see my terrible teeth. Nah need ter prove that wite. Even if it's sorta true.

"Can't we meet at twelve? There's not much ter clock 'ere that I fin' you'd loike."

Jenny raised an eyebrow and scrunched up her nose. "Clock?"

"Er-there's not much ter see 'round 'ere. Sum more Lang- I mean slang."

The girl nodded her head in understanding. "I'm really hyper in the mornings so I want to meet up early. 'sides, I want to hang out with you some more and I want to see all the fun stuff here."

I was once again taken aback by the girl's blunt honesty. "Ya do?"

"Yeah. I was hoping we could be friends."

"Awlwigh', it's a date!" I said jokingly, missing the even brighter blush that appeared on Jenny's cheeks and the way she glanced downward as she replied with a slightly shake-y, "Yeah."

When lunch came about around an hour or so later, I wasn't expecting the sudden bombarding Stuart would receive. It certainly wasn't about the bruises that I received.

"What's goin' on wif ya and the new girl?" Andrew asked as me and Bran sat down.

"Wot?" I replied, clearly confused about the situation.

"'re ya two goin' aahht?" Nicholas Watson said.

"I can't believe you're goin' aahht wif an American!" Alexander Hawkins said excitedly.

"I just can't believe you're getting a girlfriend 'fore any of us!" Andrew said angrily, biting harshly into a green apple to receive a loud "CRUNCH!"

I gave all of them a strange look. "Pen did I get a lemon?" In return I got strange from the rest of them except Bran.

"He asked when did he get a girlfriend," Bran translated. I smiled a bit. I'd been teaching Bran my slang so he'd be less confused when I spoke to him.

"A' weas' we go' a twanswa'or no," Andrew said between chews. My other friends hadn't learnt as quickly, nor were they as interested. He finally swallowed and said, "Don't play stupid Stu-Pot, we na the new girl asked ya aahht. Awl the girls we're talkin' abaht it."

I looked at him in disbelief before looking at the rest of the boys at the table hoping it was all one joke they'd come up with for me. It wasn't.

"I got nah idea wot they're talkin' abaht. Jenny just asked me ter sha 'er 'round Joe Brahn."

Nicholas and Andrew turned to look at Bran who replied, "Town," at their looks. For some reason though when he turned back to eat his food his grip on his fork tightened and he harshly stabbed the greasy string beans on his plate.

Nick turned back to me. "Oooh! Ya call 'er "Jenny"." He wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis though he had just acted like one of the silly girls that were always gossiping.

"Yeah," I replied, not seeing much of a big deal about it.

"Well," Bran continued, "if "Jenny" just wanted ter 'ave someone sha 'er 'round town, why didn't she just ask wahn of the girls?" His words sounded forced, as if he were speaking trough his teeth. I didn't know if this were true because his face was turned away.

I opened my mouth to say something but found I couldn't. I pouted my lips in frustration before biting them and scratching the top of my head with a dirty fingernail. I then shrugged my shoulders as the boys proceeded to make bets on whether or not we'd kiss. I looked around the lunchroom trying to look at the girls whose faces I could at least see a quarter of. I finally found Jenny surrounded by a large crowd of girls, bright eyed and grinning madly, talking animatedly as her head turned to-and-fro to talk to the girls crowding her. Jenny seemed to have caught her staring as the girly uncharacteristically shyly smiled and gave an equally shy wave. I thought it odd but gave a wave in return.

One of the girls around Jenny noticed who she was looking at and turned to the other girls, whispering something and pointing in my direction. As I turned around a series of squeals, shushing, and giggling was heard. I ignored it and took a bite out of my grilled cheese. As usual the bread was terribly bland and the cheese was barely warm, forget being melted in the slightest bit. I sighed and continued my "meal". I turned to see Bran harshly biting into an apple and chomping noisily, not looking at me at all.

After lunch Bran and I had grammar. All of the students were placed in groups of fours, and Bran was an entire group away from me. I was struggling with an activity the teacher had told the group-members to do separately when I noticed a note was flicked over to Stuart's desk. Glancing around I saw Bran mouth to me to read his note. I opened it, making sure the teacher wasn't looking, and began reading it's contents. The white paper was covered in words written in red ink from what looked like a marker.

Why does Jenny want you to take her around town?

At this I raised an eyebrow. Didn't I just tell him this during lunch? Either way I decided to write back, using a dark blue marker and making sure to make my penmanship as unlike my actual penmanship as possible. Just because I was young doesn't mean I was stupid. Don't bother making any damn comments Murdoc or I will get Noodle to castrate you!

I told you I don't know. She just asked me, ok.

I quickly passed it back to Bran looking out for the teacher. A minute or two later I got the note passed back to me again.

Alright.

That answer should have been enough for me. It wasn't though. There was a nagging in the back of my mind; "the girl in me" I used to call it. It was always the part of me that wanted to know everything and caused people to be irate with me rather quickly. What it led to was one of those situations.

Why are you asking?

I tossed it back to the table behind me, barely even searching for the teacher, nor bothering herself with why I even bothered checking as the man teaching was so old he needed a hearing aid and thick Coke bottle glasses. My response was quick and I didn't waste a second opening the crumpled paper.

I don't know she just doesn't seem like your type.

My type? Stevie thought as she wrote her response. What would he even know what "my type" would be like? Well what do you think is my type? Is she your type? Their writing continued on nonstop.

I don't know. I guess. Why?

Are you jealous or something?

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN JEALOUS? WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF SOME MORON LIKE YOU?

WHAT ARE YOU GETTING SO BITCHY ABOUT?

THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MORON? WHY WOULD I LIKE SOME DUMB AMERICAN ANYWAY?

ARSEHOLE.

BERK.

MINGER.

In a sudden flurry of adrenaline and anger I wrote words I still feel terrible about saying even today.

WHY DON'T YOU SAY YOUR JUST JEALOUS OF ME BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS THE ONE WHO GETS THE GIRLS AND YOU'RE THE LONELY NANCY BOY WHO PRETENDS HE'S STRAIGHT. I nearly threw the paper ball I was so angry.

That was the last form of communication Bran and I had until the end of the day. Not one word was spoken between us until then.

After the final bell had sounded, Bran walked out of the door, I hot on his trail. It seemed he was starting to calm down but after catching sight of Jenny surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls he walked even faster to get out of school. His shoulders were squared and taut, just like what he always did when he was mad. He was probably seething at that moment.

"Bran," I called out. "Bran I'm sorry," I said angrily once more, walking as fast as I could to catch up to the smaller brunette. "Would ya calm daahn already? Ya know I didn't mean anythin'. I was angry and I said sum dumb things. Would ya sla daahn and listen ter already? Bran! Bran!"

Even though Bran was shorter than me, he had a tendency to start practically running if he was mad and didn't want to face his problems. So for the next few moments that followed before Bran and I were just a few feet away from the school, the pattern of me shouting at him to listen to me as he stormed out continued.

When I finally reached Bran, the two of us were half a block away from the school. As I took another step closer to Bran I tried to call out to him again to get his attention. My foot stepped on a thin patch of ice though, and I slipped back as I said his name. Without warning a fist came towards my face. A burst of pain exploded across my cheek. My left eye felt as though it would pop out of its socket. A sharp stinging pain was felt on the side of my nose. It was nothing like the pain I felt spread my chest though.

"JUST LEEF ME ALONE YOU IDIOT!" Bran screeched. From my one good eye I saw tears stream down his now puffy red cheeks. Even as he yelled his lips quivered. "WHY DAAN'T YA JUST GO DIE IN WHATEVER HOLE YA CAME OUT OF! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YEWR DUMB FACE AGAIN!" His voice cracked at the end. Swallowing another sob, he looked down at me, my bum still on the icy patch of ground, a hand holding my injured face. I certainly was a sore sight to see.

I don't know what happened but in the next moment I completely blacked out. Another moment later, I saw Bran on the ground, his hand cradling the side of his head dangerously close to his eye. He sat on the ground muffling his cry of pain with his gloved hand. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there like an idiot for a few seconds. Finally deciding to help Bran though, I reached out to him. He slapped away my hand, kicked my shin, resulting in me falling on the ground as well. Bran then got up, shouted at me he never wanted to see me again, and ran off in the opposite direction.

The next few minutes were left with me sitting on the floor staring at my hand. I barely even felt the pain on my face anymore. I'm sure it hurt like hell but I was too focused on my hand. I didn't know what happened. I was afraid of knowing what happened. My mind was already connecting the dots though.

I felt numb as I started walking home, my feet shuffling against the ground. First I felt despair. Then I'd been angry. After a few more moments of sitting on the cold pavement I just felt numb, like I hadn't the energy to do anything anymore.

By the time I got home at the snails pace I was going at, the sky had darkened, and the sun had set. There wasn't a moon and there were too many lampposts in the area to see the stars. There was no one to yell at me about being late or fuss about me being so cold. The house was empty, as it usually was when my parents had to work overtime. I'd set up my own routine for these occasions though: take a bath, make a sandwich, eat, finish homework, watch some telly, play my melodica, which I had gotten much better at, and fiddle with the Casio VL-1 my father had given me on my ninth birthday. If it weren't so cold and I had someone to play with I would have gone outside. Even if it was boring at times I liked my schedule; it made me feel like I had something I was completely in control of as if it were a simple equation of getting to be Stuart for x amount of time equaled being Stevie for y amount of; it was much easier then trying to be Stevie at school when I thought I was alone. It happened so few times and the moments were so sparse she wanted to scream her lungs out. I'd give anything to simply have to worry about acting one way for a certain amount of time and another way for a different amount of time.

I quickly went to the bathroom and soaked in the tub for a good hour or so, thinking about what had just occurred between Bran and I. Even if Bran and I made some nasty comments to each other we would say them jokingly or to show we were irritated. We had never said such hurtful things to each other to this extent. I was just really angry with him. He was making nasty comments at what seemed like a perfectly nice girl I wouldn't mind being friends with and when I came to her defense, he suddenly snapped at me. How was I supposed to respond? I was a kid. I didn't know what to do. So that was the day I simply decided to take whatever was thrown at me. If arguing with someone I cared for resulted in this, what was the point? I'd still much rather be a slight bit emotional after letting my friend verbally abuse me to let off some steam rather than have this feeling continue. What would happen if Bran decided never to talk to me again?

The thought was so scary Stevie froze for an entire ten minutes in the tub at that thought. My thoughts suddenly went to what I thought might have happened. I focused on Stuart. Stuart would be the reason for why I'd lose my best friend. Stuart was what kept me from doing what I wished at times. Stuart was the one who hit Bran.

I continued to stay in the bathtub scared out my mind from that thought. Stuart was supposed to be a part of me, a character for me to pretend to be and act as when I pleased. That's what I created Stuart for. I admitted that Stuart had brought some difficulties but I could endure them. The thought of Stuart becoming more than just the character I'd created on a whim was ridiculous. I sunk my head lower into the lukewarm water that had bright pink bubbles floating above it, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes as my head fully submerged itself.

My day continued by following the rest of my routine, all while wearing a fluffy white towel over my now chin length hair, which I would get repeatedly every few months. I did everything my schedule had prepared. My homework had been fairly easy to do leaving her with much spare time before her parents arrived. I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what to do with my mother's make up to cover the fat bruise on my cheek before giving up. Even when I was younger my skin was so pale if a bruise appeared it looked like bright purple and blue paint on a canvas.

"Guess wot I got from wahn of the nurses at Kathy Burke for us!" my mother said as she walked in, tossing off her white nurses cap with a red cross, and letting a large white bag hit the kitchen table with a loud "PLUNK!" She had yet to see the bruise.

"Wot?" I replied walking over to her, taking my mother's thick coat off the back of the chair and on top of the coat hanger.

"JELLIED EEL-WOT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YEWR FACE!" MY father said, his bright smile immediately melting off as he saw the large bruise. He grabbed my chin to get a better look.

"Dad, could ya calm dahn," I said. I wasn't in the mood for dealing with this. "I daan't wanna -"

"Stevania," my mother said, slowly taking of my father's hand, grabbing my own, and gently touching the area around the bruise. She only said my real name in serious situations and only held my hands when she was worried for me. "Wot 'appened?"

Many people - such as Murdoch- may call me a crybaby or a wuss. I won't bother taking offence to it. At times it is true. However, it is not a run-of-the-mill occasion when I cry as hard as I did that night. I explained what happened with my mother for the next hour, blowing my nose and wiping my tears every five minutes or so, and having my place her hand over my heart and tell me to relax and breathe. I told her about everything except when I blacked out. I was afraid of what would happen if I did.

In the next hour or so, I was fast asleep, my belly warm and filled with jellied eels and hot chocolate milk. My cheek was slathered in ointment making me sleep on right side which I was uncomfortable with.

The next day, my parents talked with Bran's parents and explained what happened.

On Friday Jenny and I went out. I took her to the arcade and showed her where the best places to eat and what to eat. We had fun, we laughed, and it made me feel a bit better. I at least wasn't feeling empty but my heart felt numb.

The next week I opened my door to find Bran outside, his mother waiting for him patiently a few feet away to make sure he said he was sorry. His eye was black, blue, and violet from the bottom of his eyebrow to the top of his cheek and he glared at me as he said his apology as sweetly as he could with a bitter smile. I knew he didn't mean what he said but accepted the empty words.

The following week we hadn't looked at each other and Bran made it a point to avoid one another when were close.

Almost a month went by before I realized why Bran had gotten angry; he had a crush on Jenny and thought she asked me out on a date. I might have been book smart but I wasn't the brightest when it came to street smarts.

On Monday I went up to Bran and told apologized for not understanding his feelings. I asked him what I could do to prove how sorry I was after I saw he didn't believe what I was saying.

A few hours later I found myself standing on a table in the middle of the cafeteria during lunch time and shouting, "Sorry ter awl the birds in 'ere, but I'm a nancy!" As I was pulled down surrounded by students laughing at me I looked at Bran. He too was laughing but upon noticing me, he gave me a thumb's up and a toothy grin he would only give to me. I smiled idiotically in return.

Calvin Klein- Fine

Robin Hood-Good

Sugar and Spice-Nice

Bottle of Glue-Two

Hopping Pot-Lot

Saucepan Lids-Kids

Matesong Lang-Slang

Chicken Pen-When

Lemon (?)-Girlfriend

Joe Brahn-Town (Tawn)

In the Bloody Buff-Enough

Heaven and Hell-Well

Berk-Stupid

Minger-Ugly

Arsehole-A**hole

Nancy/ Nancy Boy- Gay

I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo very sorry about not being able to update for over a month. My new school keeps me extremely busy with around three to six tests each week so I hope you guys understand why it's taken me so long to find the time to write this. My last chapter was only three pages longer than this chapter. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I don't know why but I actually had a nice time trying to write this chapter. Sorry if the interactions do seem a bit strange but this is vaguely like how I remember any emotional or physical attraction related topic between two kids to have occurred in my elementary school. I live in an interesting neighborhood, all right? It was just very awkward for all of us in my school at that time. For all of you who are going to start wondering if Stevie develops another personality, which is Stuart, no it will not be happening. If any of you have ever heard of what it's like for a professional impersonator to have to impersonate someone, you will understand what I'm going for here. Stevie developed Stuart as a character. All people have different ways of doing things that someone must learn if they are going to be an impersonator. Stevie created a different mannerism for Stuart that she just finds frustrating at times to keep and other times she does it so naturally she'll slip into an unconscious state of mind where she goes through motions she knows Stuart would do. Now that that explanation is out of the way, hopefully I will see you guys in a few weeks so stay tumed to see what happens in the next edited chapter. So until next time, please read and review.