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Chapter 5
Wednesday and Thursday breezed by without any major interruptions to my fragile little mind. When I purposely didn’t do homework for Ms. Griffin’s class not once did she ask “Why didn’t you do your homework?” Even though I have a hinting suspicion she won’t be asking that question anytime soon. Mr. Hughes continued class as usual while Jazzy and I plotted potential senior pranks. She was thrilled with my ideas because let’s face it, after almost 3 years of being a senior I’ve seen them all. Gym was a little more difficult for the obvious reasons but since we switched to lacrosse, another sport I am not very fond of, it wasn’t so bad. Mr. Lewis’s physics class was boring enough so no complaints there. Luckily Jazzy had detentions the rest of the week as well thanks to her little comment about his “sexual preference” so I wasn’t alone with Mr. Richman.
It was Friday and the weekend was a little over an hour away. The bell rang signaling the end of the day and I headed to my locker to put my books away. I told Jazzy that I’d meet her in detention so I had a little alone time to myself to think. Walking through the English wing I saw a girl come out of Mr. Hughes room crying her eyes out. As she walked right past me I could tell that her crying had just begun. As I passed his room I slowed down to see what, if anything, had happened. Mr. Hughes eyes met mine and he just smiled. I stopped walking and stared at him suspiciously. Not being able to take it anymore I broke eye contact and continued on my way. Reaching the classroom I sat next to Jazzy and got out my notebook. I flipped to the back and wrote down the date, time, and description of the girl. Closing the notebook I put it back in my bag and began to do homework. Jazzy and Mr. Richman were making conversation and that was fine by me, as long as I wasn’t involved.
“Hey Mr. Richman what is that around your neck?” she asked politely. The question seemed intriguing enough so I continued to eavesdrop while pretending to read my book.
“It’s a necklace?” He replied with an “as-if” tone.
“Uh, Duh? I mean is it just a black cord or is there anything on it?” She said mocking his tone of mocking her.
“Yea there’s stuff on it,” his sudden arm movement caught my eye and I glanced up noticing him taking the necklace out from under his shirt, “there’s three pendants. One is a sword, the second is a rabbit, and the third is a ring.” He finished. Looking up at the necklace I made the realization that what was on his necklace wasn’t just any ring it was the ring, the engagement ring, my ring! I strained my eyes to focus back on the paper and I covered them with my hand. I couldn’t believe it. Why would he keep that? Who would be so sick as to cheat on their fiancé and then wear the ring around their neck? Did he still care? My stomach turned over on itself as I tried to appear normal with all these thoughts spinning around my head.
Laughing hysterically Jazzy retorted, “A BUNNY? Why would you have a bunny around your neck???” Mr. Richman did not see the humor in this.
“It’s a rabbit, not a bunny, and for your information they are majestic creatures living in the wild that is the forest!” He stated a little annoyed. Not getting involved I could only hear Jazzy snort and laugh simultaneously. The detention ended, Jazzy and I said our goodbye’s with the promise of pulling off the prank of the year, and parted ways. Walking towards my car I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. While opening my car door I happened to glance up at the school and notice someone staring at me from the second story window. They immediately backed away leaving only the swinging curtains as a reminder that someone had been there. Getting in my car I started it up and left the school as quickly as possible. Trying to rid myself of the events of today I tried to focus my mind on the night ahead. As soon as I got into my apartment I called Jessy and told her to come on over and headed to take a shower. An hour later I looked smoking hot in my black boots, short skirt, white tank top, and leather jacket. Waiting on the couch for Jessy’s call I couldn’t help but wonder why did Brad keep my ring around his neck? The last words I spoke to him were “Forget I Exist.” Why didn’t he listen to me? It bothered me more the more I thought about it. A vibrating phone interrupted my thought process and after speaking with Jessy I was out the door running for her car. I jumped into the car seat violently and startled the hell out of her.
“Jeez Lizzy why are you running?” she asked with a look of concern plainly on her face. She must think someone was following me.
Laughing I replied, “Just cuz!” Relief washed over her and we both laughed. She started to drive and we were on our way. We decided to go to a bar crawl a half hour away from school. Even though I’ve been drinking since high school, bars have been pretty fun since I turned 21. Pulling into an overnight parking lot we both got out and made our way to the first bar. We had a little trouble getting in, since the bouncer needed three pieces of identification from me, let’s root for my library card having a picture. We finally sat down. The place looked nice with the dozens of highway signs and paraphernalia on the walls. Jessy ordered her usual Jack and coke, while I ordered a couple shots of patrone and a separate coke for a chaser. The night was off to a grand start, went off like a hitch, it worried me.
By the time we left the second bar we were plastered. It was a train wreck waiting to happen. My shots were in the double digits by now and I hadn’t seen Jazzy with an empty drink in her hand since we arrived at the first bar. Now under usual circumstances we’re awesome drunks, funny drunks. However since my week had been shitty it did not make me my usual drunk. I was at the corner of the street crying while Jessy tried to comfort me.
“Why doesn’t anyone loooove me Jessy?” I cried on my knees as Jessy was bent over me trying to soothe my train wreck of a life.
“Lot’s of peop do!” she replied. Turning towards her I spread my arms wide.
“Yea, look around at aaaal the people!” I glance around, “No one’s here Jessy, and you donk count!” I wisper-talk and point at her, “You’re a girl!”
She seemed offended at my comment and started yelling at me. “Of cours I count. Don’t bea stupid drunk. Loads of people love u including me bitch!”
I thought about it for a second but before I knew what I said I whispered at the cement in front of me, “He wears the ring.” Jessy seemed confused and looked at me to continue, “He wears my ring around his neck, why?” I whined and shrugged my shoulders.
She seemed to put the pieces together about who I was referring to and went to sit next to me and hug me. “I’m not sure Lizzykins but did you ever thunk to asks him?” She asked.
I answered with spite dripping off my voice, “Oh yea, that’s going to happen, not ever! What ami going to do? Walk over and be like “Hey brad I’m pretendin to be a senior in your class and was just wondering why you wear my ring around your nek, cuz I find it odd?!”
Jessy laughed at me and said, “that sounds like a plan!” I give her my evil death stare.
“Shut up.” We laughed then, got up, and made our way to the third bar. We decided to take it easy and sober up a bit. It wasn’t working very well because the men in the establishment were offering us drinks left and right. It got so bad that whenever a guy said “Hey” I cut off their sentence with “Shut up and go away.” Jessy was talking with some guy who in my opinion was smoking hot, but she got there first so he was off limits to my wandering eye. After a while of Jessy’s flirting, which seemed genuine, but I knew wasn’t, she beckoned me over.
“Hey Tom over her is continuing the bar crawl at his place. He’s got friends over plus a bunch of people from this bar are going. You wanna go?” she whispered in my ear. Why not let’s make this a party! I thought.
A half hour later a whole group of us were stumbling back to his apartment. Jessy of course flirting the entire block there while narrowly missing the stationary streetlight that she had believed came out of nowhere. We were still highly drunk but still functional at this point. Going up the flight of stairs was a fun activity, it was like watching a slowed down version of a marathon. Finally getting in, Jessy and I sat down together on the couch while Mr. Hot Guy Tom sat next to her and they continued their conversation of “Who has the bigger ego.” Watching it sounded as much fun as getting stuck in the eye with a pencil, so I decided to get myself a coke and see who’s here. There must have been at least fifty but I wasn’t going to count. Slowly making my way through the apartment, which was huge, I was making mental notes of which guys were hot. Hot guy, Hot guy, Not Hot Guy, Hot guy with Mohawk, Hot Guy, Not Hot Guy, FUCK! I spun myself out of the hallway so fast I got dizzy. I must have been hallucinating. I decided to try that again. Slowly peeking around the corner looking down the hall I saw Mr. Hughes making out with some chick. Leaning back around the corner out of view I thought, nope not crazy just screwed.
I should’ve went back the way I came. I did, to go find Jessy. Seeing her where I left her I immediately went for her ear to tell her my discovery.
“Hey Jessy, one of the teachers from my school is here so if anyone asks about me don’t say anything ok?” I fast whispered. She fake laughed and nodded that she understood. Good, problem solved. Now where was I? I thought to myself. Oh yea, being a cat that got killed out of curiosity. Slowly making my way back I looked around the corner to find Mr. Hughes still in the hallway. The brunette he was making out with was pretty enough. He was sandwiched between her and the wall. I’m not a perv or anything but I could admire something hot when it goes on, I’m girl enough. She started to trail kisses down his neck as he leaned his head in my direction. He spotted me. I told me feet to move me back, but they didn’t. We just kept staring at each other. He smiled and went back to making out, but not before he gave me the middle finger. Ahhhhh that rat bastard! I screamed mentally in his direction but I didn’t leave. He kissed her more fiercely now while cupping the side of her face and swinging both of them around until he pinned her against the wall. No doubt for my benefit of course, and he made his point. I couldn’t watch anymore so I left to go sit by Jessy. An hour went by with no appearance of Hughes and I figured he was probably preoccupied. Jessy asks me to get her a cup of ice from the kitchen and off I go on my solo adventure. Finally finding the kitchen I grab a red plastic cup and get some ice from the freezer. Setting the cup down I see movement out of the corner of my eye and glance up. Hughes is propped up against the doorframe, the only way out.
“So did you like the show?” he asked. His appearance was more disheveled since the last time I spotted him and he was a little intoxicated, but so was I.
“Ehh, nothing special.” I replied offhandedly waving it off as he walked closer to me. He boxed me in between his arms and he pinned me against the kitchen counter. Oh? So we are going to play this game? Oh goody.
“Well I would love to prove you wrong Elizabeth, there’s a bedroom down the hall.” He whispered in my ear so close I could feel his breath. As tempting as that offer sounded I wasn’t going to let him get to me so easily.
“Well I don’t do strangers, especially when it’s sloppy seconds.” I said trying to seem a little innocent but not quite.
“Oh really? Why is that?” he asked smoothly. And heeerrreee we go!
It was time for me to be the seductive one. Getting really close to his ear I whispered gently, “Two reasons. One, I’m not a whore” moving from his ear to his lips, “Two” I kissed him. As soon as he deepened the kiss it was time to strike. I kneed him as hard as I could in the groin. He grunted and went down like a sack of potatoes. Picking up my cup of ice, I proceeded to walk around him and out of the room as I finished the sentence with, “You couldn’t handle me.”
Point to Meee! I thought as I made my way through the crowd. Handing Jessy her cup of ice I sat down in a much better mood. Our little group on the couch talked for hours. It was early in the morning by the time we left sober and tired. Which of course meant we didn’t go home. We walked to a diner nearby that opened up at 6am for some breakfast. Jessy and me ordered our food as I explained my Hughes situation at school and the events that happened earlier that night.
“So he hit on you?” Jessy asked stunned after I finished explaining the story.
“Yea I know right? Could you imagine how unsanitary that would be? That’s really the only reason I turned him down.” I said, laughed, and continued, “Plus the fact he flipped me off!”
“What an asshole! So how do you plan on reeling this one in?” she asks. She’s really my only confidant I can talk about life’s daily struggles with.
“Well I have an idea that I wanted to get your take on. I was thinking about bringing my friend Jazzy in on this,” Jessy frowned at this but I added, “Not entirely though. I would just tell her about my suspicions on Mr. Hughes, nothing more, because I need someone’s help finding out who that girl was that was crying and tracking her down.”
Jessy seemed to think on my idea for a couple of minutes. “Well as long as you don’t tell her the whole truth I don’t think it could really hurt.”
The waitress came with our plates of food and we dug in. My hashbrowns were to die for and Jessy was enjoying her pancakes a little too much. We switched topics to talk about her and Georgie, pianos, coffee tables, and how we’ve never met a man that plowed snow for a living. After breakfast we hiked the couple of blocks back to the parking lot and drove back to my place. Passing out in a food coma was the best part of Saturday in my book. Waking up we decided to do a little shopping at the mall before they closed and finished off the night with mango smoothies. Jessy dropped me back off at my place with the threat that we were going to do this all over again in a couple weeks. Drifting off to sleep I had a game plan in my head that I would put into effect Monday morning.
1. Tell Jazzy my suspicions about Mr. Hughes
2. Find that crying girl and force the story out of her
3. Find out why Brad still wears my ring around his neck
4. Get evidence that Mr. Hughes is having affairs with students
5. Nail his ass to the wall.