Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter of the week. Next week, I will post on Mondays and Thursdays. I hope that you all enjoy and please, let me know what you think.

The Day after the Basketball Game

High School ...Junior Year 2003 …

Well, I figured that my day would start out this way ... terribly. Just as I told you earlier, whenever Eric and I leave together after one of his games, it usually does. I'll find little notes taped to my locker. I would find the cheerbitches gathered around my locker and making little comments about me and how Eric got lucky last night but just as always, I ignored them. I kept the smile on my face and my head held high. I can't let them break me. I won't let them break me. I'm so much stronger than they believe me to be. I'm more than they will ever imagine. It's sad that they'll never get the chance to see that I'm a really great person … once you get to know me … once you give me a chance. All I need is a chance.

Anyway, I could tell that this morning was going to be no different than the other 'the day after the game' mornings. Just as always, they were assembled around my locker with their whispers and giggles. I could tell by the looks on their faces that their ugly comments weren't too far behind.

"Good morning," I said to them as I stopped at my locker. I continued to smile as I removed the 'post-its' from my locker door; making sure not to read a single one. "I hope that you ladies had a great night." And use the term ladies loosely. I balled the notes up and threw them in the community trash can next to the water fountain. I was still smiling when I went back to my locker.

Arlene stared at me as I proceeded to open my locker. "I see that she's smiling," she said to her cohorts, Dawn and Denise. "He must have scored off the court as well. The way that he kissed her last night, I thought that he was going to fuck her in the gym. Maybe he fucked her in her car. She did drive him home last night."

Some other kids decided to gather around and listen to what was going on. I heard a few oohs and ahhs to the sting of Arlene's nasty comments.

Denise began to sniff the air. "I think that you're right, Arlene, but she's always driving him home," she said. "I do smell the scent of sex in the air. You would at least think that she'd bathe after he'd finished with her."

Again, there were chuckles from the crowd.

Dawn held her books close to her chest as she looked at me. "Maybe it's not from last night. Maybe she sucked him off in the parking lot before school started. I saw her getting out of his car this morning. She was fixing her hair and touching up her lip gloss."

I wasn't wearing lip gloss. It's Chapstick … peppermint. I don't like lip gloss. It's too sticky. So there.

Some hand gestures were being made by some of the guys that were standing around and listening.

My face was as red as ever but I continued to disregard them as did Ms. Bodehouse; our great principal of the year. I saw her standing at the water fountain as I looked over at her. She'd overheard what the girls had said but did nothing. She looked at me and nodded. She walked towards the cheerbitches and smiled.

"Good morning, ladies," she said.

"Good morning, Ms. Bodehouse," they sang as she walked past them.

"She's not like you, Dawn," Pam retorted as she emerged from the crowd. "She doesn't drink spunk for breakfast. Didn't you say that it's the breakfast of champions? I see that you meant it." Pointing at the corner of her mouth, Pam said, "You have some white, crusty stuff right … there." She was extremely careful not touch it.

Dawn began to use her tongue to clean the corner of her mouth. She frowned at Pam and said, "That's not spunk. That's toothpaste. You are such a bitch, Ravenscroft."

This time, Ms. Bodehouse decided to stop walking away and listen to what was going on.

Arlene stepped forward and said, "If you're going to repeat something, Pamela, get it right. She didn't say that. I did. I was the one that said that spunk is the breakfast of champions. It's filled with proteins and other vitamins."

Pam and I looked at each other and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Dawn asked me as she stepped directly in front of me. "We're the ones picking on you."

Pam handed me her books as she stepped in front of me. Now she was the one standing nose to nose with Dawn. "And I'm the one picking on you. Go to your fucking class or I'll beat the shit out of you."

Dawn's mouth fell open from surprise but she knew not to say anything because Pam would've beat the shit out of her. She's done it quite a few times.

"What's going on here?" Ms. Bodehouse asked as she glared at Pam.

Dawn and Pam eyeballed each other. Pam was the first one to speak up. "I told her that if she doesn't leave Sookie alone and go to class, I'm going to beat the shit out of her. I'm waiting to see what her answer is going to be. I haven't beaten anyone's ass in quite a while now. I need to brush up on my skills."

I put my hand over my mouth in order to stifle my laugh.

Ms. Bodehouse looked at me and had a frown on her face. "Whenever you're around, Miss. Stackhouse, there's always a problem. Why can't you just go to your class and stop lingering in the hallways?"

My hand dropped to my side and my mouth fell open. I couldn't believe what she'd said to me. "But Ms. Bodehouse," I began. "You were standing right there when they were teasing me and you said nothing. They were talking about me having sex with Eric and you heard them. You walked away as if you didn't hear them," I said as I pointed at the water fountain. "You've never said anything and now you want to blame me? I didn't do anything. Why are you blaming me? How can you …?"

"Enough," she said as she cut me off. "One more word out of either you or Ms. Ravenscroft, you will both be suspended for the rest of the week and I mean it."

Arlene, Dawn, and Denise were standing off to the side and they were smiling. With her arms crossed over her chest, Arlene mouthed to me, "Fuck you, Sookie."

And again, Ms. Bodehouse saw it and said nothing.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the principal. She knew that I'd done nothing wrong and yet she was going to blame me for what the cheerbitches had done yet again. And she didn't care.

Pam looked at me and her fury had hit a new high. "Ms. Bodehouse," she said. Her British accent was extremely pronounced this morning. "You're a cunt. You're a two-faced, lying ass cunt. You're a disgrace to your title. How did you get your fucking job? Was it nepotism because you sure as shit didn't earn it."

Ms. Bodehouse's mouth was almost as wide as my own. "What did you say to me?"

"You fucking heard me," Pam continued. "Do you want to know what your problem is?"

She'd opened her mouth to speak but Pam stopped her.

"You," Pam said. "You're your fucking problem. And you're …"

"I can't … I can't …," Ms. Bodehouse stuttered.

"And you're stupid," Pam continued as she rolled her eyes. "The question was rhetorical. Anyway, your problem is that you don't get laid enough. If you'd let Mr. Dearborn hit it from the back every once in awhile, you might not be such a cunt. Or maybe if you were brave enough, you could go ahead and be the lesbian that we all know that you are. We've all seen how you look at the cheerbitches," she said. "I've noticed how your mouth waters when they are wearing their little mini-skirts. We've all seen it. You're a lesbian, aren't you? You can admit it. You're amongst friends and possible lovers." Pam looked at Arlene when she said that.

There were a few 'Yeps!' yelled out in the crowd.

Ms. Bodehouse's face was red and her temper was high. She pointed in the direction of the office and said, "Get to my office right now, young lady!"

"Don't get all huffy," Pam said. "Everyone knows that you and Mr. Dearborn fuck in the shop room after school. You've been caught twice. And we've all seen how you look at the cheerbitches when they are wearing their uniforms. As I said before, we all know that you like their short skirts and tight sweaters. We know, Ms. B. You don't have to hide anymore. We know," she whispered.

She reached for Pam's arm but thought better of it when she saw Pam's face. "Touch me and I will fucking own you."

Ms. Bodehouse dropped her hand and said, "To my office."

Pam looked at me and took her books. She winked and said, "I'll be back tomorrow. I just wanted to leave early today so that I could go shopping. H&M is having a divine sale on their shoes." She looked seriously at me and said, "Don't let these wankers bother you, Sookie. You are their superior." She leaned in and kissed my cheek before she walked with Ms. Bodehouse to the office.

As I watched Pam and the principal walk down the hall, Eric sneaked up behind me and kissed my neck. "What's going on?" he asked. Using his head to point in the direction of Pam and Ms. Bodehouse, he asked, "What did she do this time?"

I turned to face him and said, "I was being taunted again about our nonexistent sex life. Ms. Bodehouse was listening to the cheerbitches as they teased me and did nothing. As always, Pam stood up for me and we got into trouble."

Eric frowned. "Then why aren't we walking to the principal's office?"

I began to chuckle. "Just as always, our girl took it too far."

He began to laugh.

I didn't. I could still hear the snide comments that they were making about me behind my back … literally. With my head down and my arms full, I asked Eric, "Are you ready to go to class? I just can't deal with this today. I'm not in the mood."

He used his finger to lift my face to his and asked, "What's wrong, lover?"

I shook my head. Not because I didn't want to answer him but because I didn't want to cry but I failed. Two big tears rolled down my cheeks.

He put his books down on the floor and took mine from me as he placed them on top of his. He used his thumbs to brush the tears away. "Hey," he said. "Don't worry about them. They're nothing. A big bunch of nobodies. They're just jealous."

"For what reasons could they possibly have to be jealous of me?" I asked.

"Because you're you," he answered. "Because to me, you're everything, Sookie. You're beautiful. You're smart and talented and you have me. You actually have me."

I didn't want to but I burst out laughing.

He stood tall and looked down at me. "That's my girl," he whispered.

Glancing at them for a brief second, he said, "They're nothing and that's what they'll always be. They get their jollies off of making people feel bad for being who they are. Don't let them get to you. You're too good for that. You're better than they are. You're more than they'll ever be and you're just a senior in high school. Can you imagine how they'll act after you've graduated college and have the best career ever? So, don't worry about what they think. I think that you're wonderful. To me, you're everything. Let them spread their rumors. In the end, we'll have the last laugh. Okay?"

Arlene and Dawn looked as if they were about to cry. They couldn't believe their ears. Denise was patting her foot and she looked as if she had a lot to say but she said nothing. I wanted to laugh in their faces but I did them one better I ignored them and answered Eric's question.

I nodded. "Okay."

"Good," he said.

And this time, I stepped into him and I kissed him. I put my arms around his neck and I really kissed him. "I have you," I said when I broke the kiss.

"Yeah," he said when he finally opened his eyes.

Blushing, I said, "We're going to be late for class, Husband."

As he bent down to pick up our books, he never took his eyes off of me. "Let's go then, Wife," he said as he stood tall.

I wrapped my arm around his waist as we walked to class. For the first time ever, I looked at the cheerbitches and gave them the finger. It felt great.

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When we went to lunch that day, Eric and I were sitting at our usual lunch table; not saying anything. It felt kind of awkward and that's a first for us. We've always been comfortable with each other but I guess the way that I kissed him, scared him. Maybe I should've let him make the first move. He may think that I'd overstepped my boundaries. Maybe I should've let him kiss me first. I knew that he didn't like his women to be too forward and what did I go and do? I went and kissed him.

I turned to him to say something but he beat me to it. "We're good?" he asked.

My heart started pounding in my chest. Smiling so hard that I couldn't speak, I nodded as I bit my bottom lip.

He smiled and nodded too. He put his chocolate chip cookie on my tray but not the pizza. When he raised it to his mouth to eat it, I cleared my throat. "I do believe that's mine," I said.

He looked at me as if I'd gone mad. "But it's lunchtime and I'm hungry."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Too bad. When I agreed to marry you, you said that I could have your milk, pizza, and your chocolate chip cookie. I said that you could keep the milk but the pizza and cookie are mine. That was a part of the deal. It was your offering and you can't take it back."

"But I'm hungry," he said.

"But it's my pizza," I said.

"I haven't eaten since breakfast," he said.

Looking into his eyes, I asked, "What will you give me for it?"

"What do you want?" he whispered.

I licked my lips and looked at his mouth and back at him.

He smiled and he leaned in and kissed me just as he'd done last night at the basketball game. That kiss blew me out of my socks and my shoes. If we hadn't been in school, I probably would've been blown out of my undies.

"Well, well, well," Pam said as she sat down. "What do we have here?"

Eric and I quickly broke the kiss to find that not only was Pam staring at us but so was the entire cafeteria. There were a few catcalls and claps. I dropped my forehead on Eric's shoulder as I basked in my full on embarrassment. It didn't seem to disturb him in the least. He pulled me closer to him.

"I've never seen anyone kiss like that while holding onto a slice of pizza," she said. "A multi-tasker …. I admire that. Mr. Northman, you are a man of many talents. I envy you."

"Thank you," he said.

As I slowly raised my head and made my existence known once again, I looked at Pam and asked, "Why are you still here? I thought that you were going to be sent home for calling Ms. Bodehouse a bisexual c word."

Eric guffawed. "What?! What did you call her?"

Pam looked as bored as ever. "Though I didn't say it in that order, I did say it. She is a bisexual cunt. It was necessary for her to know that. It's not nice to let someone walk around and they not know what they really are. I'd executed a public service by putting her in her place. I promise you both, she will thank me for setting her free. Mark my words. Fifty years from now, Ms. Cunthouse will be with her lesbian lover and she'll remember that I, Pamela Ravenscroft, is the one that set her free. I am the one that has opened the door for to be who she truly is."

"You called her a bisexual cunt and you're still here?" Eric asked. He shook his head in disbelief as he said, "You're my fucking hero."

Pam stood up and took a bow before returning to her seat. "I wanted to leave. There's this big sale at H&M and I really wanted to go. I told her to hurry along with the paperwork but she decided against it. She figured that calling my father would make me apologize to her. So she took it upon herself to call him. First she called my mum but she wouldn't hear it. She told our darling principal that she must have done something to warrant such an outcome. Mum hung up on her. So she took it up on herself to call my father. She told him what I'd called her in front of the other students and how much it distressed and humiliated her. She told him that I needed to be admonished for my uncomplimentary words. She even suggested that he take my credit cards from me as a form of punishment. I laughed at the very idea of it. What gall she has."

"What'd he say?" I asked.

Pam shrugged her shoulders and said, "What do you think he said? He asked her if she was one."

We all really started laughing then. We laughed even harder when she walked past our table and glared at Pam. Speaking loud enough for Ms. B to hear her, Pam said, "I told my father how she watches students get bullied but does nothing about it. He told her that he has some very powerful contacts and that if she doesn't change her ways, she will be out of a job."

Ms. Bodehouse scuttled quickly to the other side of the cafeteria.

"Now," Pam began. "I'm tired of talking about the bisexual cunt known as our principal. What I want to know is what's going on with you two. Are you dating now?"

Eric and I looked at each other. He kissed me once more and said, "We're good."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah," I said. "We're good."

Pam smiled and said, "It's about fucking time. You two were getting on my nerves with that back and forth shit." She then reached over and snatched Eric's pizza from his hand and bit into it. She moaned as she said, "I'm starving. I haven't eaten since breakfast."

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