Chapter 4
I found myself in a deep hole that I felt that I could not get out of after my experience with Bibby. Every single time that I walked into our shared classroom, I avoided all types of contact. Just kind of weird that he was turned off by my sexual activity with Tiffany. It also let me know that him and his friends probably know.
I'm not mad over the issue. Just regular teenage life. Madeline finally ended up coming back home. She's still on the offs with our mother. Her attitude makes me sick. She never mentioned Bibby one time till I spoke on him to Mom about an upcoming project in English over dinner. Madeline ran her mouth talking about their break-up.
The bad memories just flowed in my head about me and it clearly showed that I can't deal with no male. I can't change my likens. I'm not changing who I am just for a teenage boy who wants someone to be truthful. I did tell the truth. I never had sex. What me and Tiffany did not count as a poke. By the third week of October, I had a new girlfriend.
She's someone who I met at Darla's Diner. I met her after I came from the library renting a couple of books. I was sitting at my spot and she walked up to me. We started chatting. She gave me her number and the rest is history. She's 18. She goes to Forks High. She's white. She's cute. I like who I like. She likes me. I like her.
Mr. Hawkins voice seems to boom through the classroom as I flip through my English binder noticing a page missing. I chuckle to myself. Madeline, you sneaky little girl. She stole one of my papers. I can't believe she did that. It makes me wonder if she stole anything else from me.
I look up to see Mr. Hawkins grabbing a stack of papers off his desk. "I want to say that I am impressed with a few for writing exceptional paperwork. A little bit too much that I thought some was plagiarized." He say looking around. Uh-oh. I wonder who he is speaking on.
"Was it?" "No, Matthew. All of the papers checked out." He say walking over to Robert. He passes his writing report back folded and start going down the line of desks. I clap my hands when I receive my report back and unfold the papers to see that I got an A.I sigh relieved and kiss the report.
"I got a D." Bibby say making the class groan. Mr. Hawkins turns to face him. "The report was plagiarized, Bibby." I look at him shocked. Since when do he copy works? "I'm not understanding." He say a little bit confused.
"It seems your little brother got a hold of your midterm. He turned it into his teacher and got an F." He says going back to his desk. "Wow. I know you embarrassed." I say grinning. They laugh. "I got a D. Thanks, Kwata." He say putting his report up. That must be his little brother.
"Marcy, I thought we had the same situation also with your report." Mr. Hawkins say. "Well, I'm sorry that you went through that situation. I don't mind bringing you the book and the notes that I took for my writing report. Can I bring it tomorrow?" I ask. I'm taking the adult way. I can be childish and slam my notebook right on this desk for him.
"No need. You and Bibby can redo your midterms." He say. "Well, I will have to pass because I feel that I did not plagiarize. You see me as a joker, so you classify me as such so I'll just speak to the principal. Let him decide." I say placing my writing report in the binder. You not gonna tell me that what I can and cannot do.
"Anyone can but please remember that this is my classroom." He say. I simply shrug my shoulders not caring one bit. I'm done speaking on the subject. "Marcy, why don't you go to detention?" He ask. I shrug packing up my stuff, grabbing my bookbag, and heading across the classroom to the door.
I open the door slowly and turn to face Mr. Hawkins. He calmly stare in my face. I zoom into his nose and those black glasses that's sitting on top of them. "Marcy, why don't you just go?" Bibby asks. I open the door and leave out listening to the doorknob hit the back of the wall. I'm real mad.
Later that Evening...
Waves slaps against the beach's rocky terrain. The cool wind is blowing. Madeline is talking about the current situation. Sam and his gang are having a beach day miles away from our spot. A few of his members are kicking around a soccer ball. We spoke when we arrived, and they spoke back. It's common courtesy but my mind is still wrapped over today's event.
"What you gonna do?" She fiercely asks me. "I made an appointment with the principal for tomorrow during lunch. His classroom. His grade book. My past English teachers wi-" "Did you sleep with Bibby?" She ask cutting me off.
"You think I did?" I ask getting up off the sand. "I can see it in his eyes that he tried to make a play for you." "You know I love my sisterhood more than some guy. I turned him down." I strongly say. She walks up to me and slap me across my face. My jaw drops.
How she gonna slap me? "I can't believe my own sister." She say walking away in disbelief. "Mom gonna hate you when she finds out that you're pregnant." I spit out. She picks up sand and throw it at me, but I cover my eyes with my arms.
"You two stop?" Bibby ask walking up. I groan shaking the sand off the arms of my jacket. "What is going on?" Madeline angrily asks him. She got sand all over me. "I like you both." He say as his gang watches like we're the entertainment of the year. Lord, this is so much. "Who do you like more?" She ask. "You." He softly answers.
"After you and her tried to have sex?" She ask. "Yeah. I had to tell you the truth about me and your sister." Madeline reaches for more sand and tries to throw it at me but Bibby grabs her arms. I check out his booty in those jean shorts. Bibby got it going on.
"Don't try to sugarcoat. Did you tell her that my history with Tiffany turned you off?" I ask. I ain't going down by myself. "No, I did not." He say wrapping his arms around her body. She shake her head looking totally heartbroken. Ring! Ring! I grab my cellphone out of my back pocket and look at the caller ID. Heather.
"Hey!" I happily say walking off from the crazy drama. "What you doing?" She asks with soft music playing in the background. "Just handling some sisterly issues. Are you in Tiffany's room?" I ask. "No. Why?" She nervously asks. "Cause it sounds like her radio is playing. It loves to have that stati-" I sigh hanging up and walking off to the parking lot.
I am so done for the day. "Marcy, wait!" Bibby shouts out jogging over to me. I turn around to see Madeline to her knees in the sand, crying. "Bibby, my mother is like going to kill me for allowing you to tear me and my sister in half. Someone she warned us about. Kiss my ass." I spit out and walk away. I pray my mother is not going to seek the belt on me.
"I didn't mean to start dra-" "I ain't gotta live with it." I say turning to face him. "That's on her. She'll be the one with the problem, attitude, and behavior. I can move on with the future. I'm going home." I say going back across the parking lot. I ain't got time to go left and right over useless drama. I'm completely over every single thing.
I told Mom when she got home that night as to what happened and the reason why her daughter did not come home. She gave me an earful as ever. She fussed me out. I had to be truthful. I allowed a teenage boy to suck me into the drama and tear our sisterhood apart.
I can move on. Madeline is the one who gonna be in her feelings. In the end, Bibby will have to face the situation that he created. I can care less but I'm a little bit sad knowing my twin sister has been hurt but you can't stop the Earth from turning.
My emotions were numb on the issue but Madeline really took a knife in her heart and back. She cried to Mom for three straight days. Every single time when I expected dinner to be made, it was nothing. Both were in Mom's room having a tearful session. Women always want to blame the woman but never the man.
I'm sitting relaxed in a chair in front of Mr. Hawkins desk as he goes through the Word Document of my new midterm report using some type of program to test if anything was simply copied and pasted on his laptop. The timestamps are directly on each page.
Very disgusting and weird on a certain level knowing that this is the one teacher out of every single adult that I had to teach me a lesson. This is a new experience for me, but I'll watch out. "How is everything at home?" Mr. Hawkins ask me.
"I'm not comfortable with speaking on home issues when we're here for school issues, Mr. Hawkins. A line has to be drawn. What you told me." I seriously say. "You're right, Marcy. I apologize." He say turning his laptop. I simply nod.
Knock! Knock!" Mr. Hawkins, you have a minute?" Bibby ask walking in. "I'm in the middle of a meeting, Bibby. Is it important?" "Just need someone to speak to about the issue that I'm dealing with." He say sounding hurt. "You ain't got no daddy?" I ask confused. I could've sworn both his parents were married.
"I have a father, but I can come back." "You can come back." Mr. Hawkins bluntly say. I laugh crossing my arms. He groans taking a seat at Robert's desk. "Well, I don't see no problem. Only a few issues were copied and paste from the same document. I'll give you the grade of a B." Mr. Hawkin say.
"If that is what makes you comfortable. This is just the start of the school, Mr. Hawkins. It'll be other reports, and I don't mind sitting in your presence when I do my reports. If that is okay with you." "No need." He say taking the USB out of his laptop and handing it to me.
I thank him grabbing my notebooks, books, and bookbag. I take my butt right out of the classroom before I speak words that I'll regret. "I'll speak to you now, Bibby." He say. I roll my eyes going right down the hall and out of the exit door. I place my books and notebooks in my bookbag. I am ready to go home.
I put my bookbag on my back when the door opens up to Bibby. I ready the kneecaps. "Gotta practice, Bibby." I snidely say. I'm ready for him. "Won't be necessary, Marcy." He say holding the door open.
"Oh?" I ask placing my hand. "Oh. I thoug-" "The point is that you never should've been playing games between both sisters, Bibby. You're too blame." Mr. Hawkins say walking up behind him. "I am to blame." "Okay. Don't try to place blame on Marcy as though she is the reason that you made a pass on her in her own home while dating her sister."
"Thank you! He is speaking to me as though I am the one who...pressed on him. He has been doing this since September." I say pointing in Bibby's face. "You right. I'll talk to Madeline, Mr. Hawkins." He say walking past him. "The truth can hurt, Bibby." He say. "Just seeing her hurt is too much for me, Mr. Hawkins."
"Seeing who you really are is hurting me. Not what I expected from you, Bibby." "I know, Mr. Hawkins. Excuse me." He say going down the hall. Mr. Hawkins turns to me. "He tried to touch my private area but he ain't want it cause I've already been with a girl, Mr. Hawkins. A save. Thanks again." I wave walking off. The walk is at least fifteen minutes back home, but I need it.
Later that Night...
I'm cuddled up in my blanket, on the living room couch watching an horror movie in complete darkness. This is the type of mood that I need. I'm in the house alone on Thursday. What can you not ask for? No crying Madeline. No Mom having to listen to her torture. She is such a child.
Ring! Ring! Ring! I get up from the couch and walk over to the house phone in the corner on the small stand. Wait till Mom finds out what she did. I answer the phone. "Watkins household, Marcy speaking." I say rubbing my nose. I think I'm coming down with a cold.
"Marcy, is Madeline home?" Bibby asks. "Madeline ran off, Bibby." "To where?" "Hold on." I say walking over to the dining table near the kitchen doorway. I pick up the Madeline's handwritten letter. "Panick Aura! It's a rock band. She went on their music tour." "She mentioned that she wanted to go." He say.
"You must be mistaken, Bibby. She already had plans. The girl is a delinquent. Sh-" "That's what I lik-" "Bibby, you hear one thing. Stop thinking that someone is coming between you and Madeline. Not a good look knowing we're a family of three with only our mother at the head of the family. You already have no respect with her. You keep pushing me and I'll have a conversation with your parents over your treatment."
The front door opens to Mom and Mr. Hawkins. "Who's on the phone?" She asks taking her house key. "Bibby. He still thinks that I'm trying to come between him and Madeline. You should hear how he talks to me." I say hanging up. "Told you." Mr. Hawkins say.
"Where's Madeline?" She ask hitting on the lights in the house. "She left on that music thing that her friends been planning over the months, Mom." I say walking over across the living room and handing her the letter. She takes the letter and reads it.
"She been showing signs of a...delinquent, Mr. Hawkins. You have those types of friends that...explore and act out. She's one of those teens. Ten days, Mom." I tell her. "Ten days for what?" She ask walking away. "She has ten days till she's considered failed, Ester." Mr. Hawkins say.
"I don't think she's coming. She thought she was slick, Mr. Hawkins." I seriously say. "I heard the stories that your mother tells me, Marcy. You have teenagers like her to act out and tell on the sibling to take the mother's wrath off her. She played you, Ester." He seriously say.
"And, what she writes?" I ask. "Bibby and Marcy breaking her heart." Mom say reading. "Mom, she played you. She played Bibby. It has always been about her friends. At least she's with her friends instead of being on own her." I say crossing my arms. That's all I have to say on the issue. Madeline thought she was slick.
"She played me." Mom say sounding hurt. "The only thing you can do is take it easy." Mr. Hawkins say walking over to Mom. I frown in disgust watching him hug her. How nasty is this? I look at the phone and hang up again. I guess Bibby was listening.
"As much you look old worrying about Madeline, Mom, maybe this is the time to take a vacation from work. Have a spa day or something." I say grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. I put the phone on the headset and head for the stairs. "I'm going to bed." I say walking up. "9:30!" I happily say running the rest of the way.