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I took another cautious step forward…My ankle turned under me and I sprawled across the ground. "What the hell?" I looked up, directly into Jet's startled eyes. Busted.
Rising angrily to my feet I glared at Jet and his skank, "How dare you!" I yelled at him as his face contorted in an ugly mask of rage. I then said the words that struck fear into the hearts of toddlers everywhere. "I'm telling."
I know it wasn't very articulate but it was all my rage would allow past my lips, I spun on my heel and took off for the gym as fast as my stupid heels would allow.
"Oh no you don't bitch!" Jet ran forward and grabbed my upper arm, swinging me around to face him. I struggled against his painful hold, knowing it was going to leave bruises. Using my momentum I made a fist and punched him right in the eye. He hissed in pain and back handed me, busting my lip. I went to my knees, feeling the gravel bite into my skin. "You're not going to tell anyone anything you whore!"
I spit blood from my broken lip onto his shoes, "You wanna bet?" I knew I was provoking him but I couldn't stop. He was not going to get away with cheating on my best friend. He pulled his leg back like he was going to kick me.
"Jet, how you gonna keep her from telling?" Hillary had apparently righted her gown and was now staring between Jet and I with a worried frown. I wanted to claw her eyes out even as I knew she was the reason he hadn't let his foot fly.
"Don't worry baby," Jet cast me an evil smirk as he wrapped an arm around Hillary's waist. "She knows that if she tells Mary it'll destroy her. All she's gonna do is go back to the dance and pretend this whole thing never happened."
Furry consumed me as I stared up in disbelief at the smug bastard. He was right I realized, I couldn't tell.
There was no way I could hurt Mary like that. She would die. I couldn't tell her and Jet, damn him, knew it. The evil smile on his face was like a knife in my heart. He laughed. "Run along now, you wouldn't wanna leave your girlfriend alone for too long now would you?" I gave him a sharp look but he didn't know, he couldn't know. I was too careful.
"Violet?" Sid's claw-like fingers closed over my shoulders, I allowed him to pull me up. Hillary and Jet were necking in front of us; I spat more blood at their feet before turning away in disgust.
Sid followed me like a shadow to the bathroom where I cleaned myself up as best I could. "What are you going to do?" I looked at him in the mirror, with blood streaking my face and my hair in my eyes I looked demonic.
"I'm going to fucking kill that son of a bitch."
"Won't that hurt Mary too?"
"Damn it!" I screamed, wishing I had something to throw. I felt absolutely feral I needed something to destroy. Anger slithered like a living thing inside my stomach, leaving a harsh burn in the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, attempting to regain some calm, before stalking out of the bathroom and back to the gym.
Mr. Chen was waiting by the doors; he opened his mouth to say something, took one look at my face and backed off. "Find her," I growled at Sid. He left and returned moments later, pointing me in the right direction.
"Violet!" Mary called running forward. She draped her arms around my neck, surrendering all her weight to me. "You've been gone a awful long time," she slurred, "'Ave you sseen Jet?" Great, I growled, they had to choose now to spike the damn punch.
"No…I haven't," I had to swallow the bile that rose with the lie.
"Mary, baby, what's up?" Jet's voice came from behind me.
"Jet!" Mary abandoned my arms and rushed into Jet's. I turned on him; the bastard hadn't even tried to fix his hair or the pathetic excuse for a cheap ass suit he had bought off a hobo. A commotion on stage proved a momentary diversion. Mrs. Marquee, the principal, climbed the stage and commandeered the DJ's microphone.
"This dance is over," she jerked a student's arm, probably the boy who had spiked the punch. "Go home now!"
Students shuffled off to their cars as I seethed with pain and anger. Jet all but carried Mary to his car and dumped her in the front seat, leaving me in back with Sid. The Shinigami was silent, which I was grateful for. It didn't take long to reach Jet's house. When we pulled up he turned to a mostly passed out Mary. "So baby, it's kinda late. Wanna stay the night?"
My jaw dropped, bastard! I couldn't believe he had the balls to ask that in front of me after what he had done. "No, Mary is coming home with me Jet!" He met my eyes in the rear view mirror. A smirk lifted his lips.
"Sure Violet whatever you say." His tone was nasty and I itched to hit him again, I was glad to see his eye was starting to purple. Getting out I transferred an incoherent Mary to my car and drove home, still fuming about the whole incident. Sid remained silent. I had no idea what the Shinigami was thinking but in a corner of my mind I acknowledged that I couldn't have made it through the night without him.
When I got home I made sure my mom was in bed before getting Sid to carry Mary to my room, there was no way I could have tackled the stairs without help. He laid her on the bed then drifted out of the room while I shook her awake.
"Vi? How'd I get here?"
"I drove you home," riffling through my closet I pulled out some pajamas she could borrow. "Here, change into these, I'm going to call your mom and tell her you're staying over."
"Mmmkay. Vi, what happened to your lip?" I touched the cut gingerly. It stung like a bitch.
"I…fell."
"Oh."
My stomach turned at the thought of lying to her but I couldn't break her heart, I just couldn't. I was sure it would kill me as surely as it would her.
Twenty minutes later I reentered my room to find Mary asleep on my bed. Crossing the room I sat beside her and brushed the blond hair from her face. How I hated Jet for what he had done, for what he was doing. I growled, if only I could kill the bastard.
Inspiration struck me harder than Jet had. I ran to my desk and pulled the Death Note from a drawer, flipping to the page that had my stepdad's name on it. I stared at the red ink; it still reminded me of blood. Thinking of that day I had changed my life I knew I was doing the right thing as I grabbed a red pen. Sid drifted back into the room and looked over my shoulder.
"Are you going to write his name?"
"No." My pen touched the paper.
Hilary Reese commits suicide on…
When I had finished filling in the details of when and where Hilary would die I closed the notebook and replaced it in the drawer. An evil smile spread across my face, reopening the cut on my lip. I could feel the sweet coppery blood on my chin and I dabbed at it with my tongue. Let Jet suck on that, I couldn't touch him, but his whore was fair game and now she would die.
After getting ready for bed I slid under the covers behind Mary and put my arm around her waist. I knew it was wrong but I held her against me and longed for her to love me like I loved her. I took a deep breath in her hair, loving the way she smelled before leaning up and kissing her cheek. "Don't worry Mary; I'll protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you again. Ever, I promise."
This chapter is a little darker than I originally intended it to be but it shows what an ass Jet really is. Please review, even if you hate it. See ya next chapter!