6. Mind-Fucked.
" So how bad was it?" Johnson asked, feet dangling off the side of the couch.
" Almost as bad as your breath," I considered this for a moment, catching a whiff of his beer-tinged stench. "but not quite."
I finished my sentence with an exaggerated wince. Johnson rolled his eyes, almost resembling Bree.
" Now that I think about it, I could have taken that bimbo if I wasn't so wasted. She wasn't even being that forceful. Damn it, now everyone's gonna think I'm one of those 'damsel in distress' types. I am never drinking again." He dropped his face in his hands and massaged his forehead.
" And I'm so hung over it's not even funny."
Then he looked down and started snorting with laughter. "I've got a DARE shirt on." he said, snickering.
I shifted. There were many things I knew about Johnson. Many things that were always constant, never changing, or at least I thought so. The first thing was: Johnson never giggled. The second was, Johnson never cried. But in one night, I'd seen him go through so many emotions I never thought he was capable of and I didn't even know what caused the breakdown.
" Hey man, I mean... if it's something you want to share..," I began, trying to casually skirt the situation without causing any discomfort.
" Juniper dumped me." Johnson cut in, never one for sensitivity. "She said I was too young, too immature, not cultured enough."
He ran a hand through his clumped up hair. "Although I doubt the jock in her bed now is anymore 'cultured'. More developed in the nether area maybe, but not more cultured."
" I'm sorry dude." I said, somewhat uncomfortably.
His eyes flashed furiously. "Oh cut it, I don't want your sympathy."
That was the Johnson I knew. "Besides, she was a waste of my time."
" You're right. You could do better. I mean, what were you thinking?"
" I know! What was I thinking? God Sunny, next time I fall for another Juniper, remind me to conk myself on the head with something insanely heavy, like a shovel."
" Will do." I said. "So, I don't mean to dash salt in the wounds or anything, but what happened, exactly? You were pretty zoned out when you tried to explain it to me."
" It was stupid really. I mean, it was no big deal." he stopped, looking hopeful at the prospect of finishing there. But I nodded for him to continue, and he sighed.
" Well, basically, she wanted to have sex, but I thought she was being too hurried about it, and then she outright dumped me on the spot. So, I was pretty pissed about it, and at the party, I decided the best course of action would be to get dead drunk and forget all about it." he exhaled. "There, happy?"
He now got up from the couch and waved casually at me before moving to his room, signaling that he
was done talking and wanted to sleep. I now went into a sitting position on the couch, staring blankly at the wall behind the television set.
In reality, I was trying not to feel guilty about getting Johnson into almost-trouble.
Friends were not supposed to do that to each other.
This project was quickly taking a turn for the worst now, and we hadn't even submitted our idea yet.
Monday morning came quickly, as they typically do. Johnson showed up to school with a 'ask me anything and risk losing your nose' look. Needless to say, no one asked him anything about the party. I stuck with my own crowd, dodging Bree in the hallways and at lunch.
Fifth period was Social Studies, and I turned in the request for approval of our project. The teacher scanned the page and smiled.
" This is what I'm talking about." He whispered and gave Bree a thumbs-up. The latter grinned and blew me an exaggerated kiss. I slouched further in my seat and watched the clock tick.
The bell rang after forty painful minutes and I gathered my things quickly trying to escape the inevitable.
" You dropped this." Someone said from behind me.
I turned to face Bree who literally slapped a quick peck on my face. I grimaced.
" Look, kissing is not part of the deal." I whispered irritably. She threw her hands up in mock surrender.
" No kissing huh?" she asked. "Well, what about carrying books? Is that allowed?" I considered this for a moment, feeling the heavy load in my arms.
" I guess that's okay." I said.
" Good." she said, dumping her books on top of mine. "You can walk me to
my locker."
With a cocky swagger she took off down the hallway. I closed my mouth and smirked.
Almost too easy to bait this one.
Dropping her books on the floor, I turned and walked the other way, mimicking her confident walk.
I felt the footfalls behind me before I heard the angry whisper in my ear.
" Pick those up." Bree said. I shrugged and looked up at her.
" Why should I? I might break a nail or something. You don't want me to look like a commoner now do you?" I fluttered my eyelashes. She closed her eyes and growled silently at my face.
" You are something else." she said after a moment. I got the feeling she was using all her restraint not to slap me in the face. I didn't appreciate the self control. In fact, this experiment would be much more interesting if she did hit me.
It'd prove my "girls-are-moody-idiots" theory anyway.
" Trouble in paradise?" A silky voice asked and Bree suddenly grew even tense, which a moment before I would have thought to be impossible. I turned and looked into the sharp eyes of Charlotte.
" Why would you say that?" Bree asked, sliding and arm around my waist
and yanking me close. "It's all sunshine here, right Sunny?"
I opened my mouth to disagree but Charlotte cut me off.
" Well that's good, you deserve the best, Taylor." She brushed past her. "Too bad I left you."
" You-" Bree started.
"Oh, listen, Dana said to tell you that you left your sunglasses at our house, you can come get them this afternoon." With that, she disappeared into the crowd. I yanked myself away from Bree and started walking towards my next class, ignoring her calls for me to come back.
It wasn't until my anger wore off after an hour that I realized something had been funny about Charlotte and Bree's conversation.
'You left your sunglasses at our house.'
Oh dear. That couldn't be right.
After school I waited to catch a hold of Bree so we could talk, alone. I wanted some answers. So I loitered around the school garage till I could get a hold of her.
Almost an hour and a half passed, and I debated whether to leave my questions for the next day, when a completely unexpected person bumped into me now.
" There you are. I was looking for you."
I turned at the sound of that all too familiar voice. And sure enough, there she was.
" Dana."
"You look pretty tense." Dana whispered, looking concerned. "Something wrong?"
I was about to say it was nothing and leave for home, but my weird-ass brain suddenly decided it would probably be best to get my answers from her directly.
" Are you a lesbian?"
She frowned. I stared. Silence ensued.
" What is that about?" she asked finally.
"Nothing serious. Curiosity."
" The answer is... complicated."
" Humor me. I'm game" I grinned at her.
" You're the same as ever. I kinda had a feeling that you were one of those people who wouldn't change over the years."
" So you do remember me." I felt a wave of emotion sweeping through my mind, but I pushed it aside. Now was not the time for sentiment.
" Then why the play-acting? Why let go of it now?"
Dana sighed uncomfortably. For the first time since I had seen her in high school, she looked extremely fragile and vulnerable, like she would have been back in grade school.
" As I said, it's pretty complicated. And I didn't want you to get involved."
" Nothing's too complicated for the two of us, is there now?" I chuckled at her, and she smiled back, despite her serious expression.
" Oh, and before we start, what's the relation between you and Charlotte?"
Now it was her turn to chuckle. I frowned, trying to guess the joke.
" She's my step-sister."
Step-sister. Figures. Could've fooled Einstein with that remarkable likeness.
" Didn't see that one coming." I admitted. "So then. You and Noel. What's the deal?"
" Actually, we are a farce."
Never before have I gawked at someone like I did at that moment at Dana.
" Okay.... but why?"
" Because I don't have a choice. Neither of us do." she said simply.
" Neither?" I frowned again. What in the name of the holy Mongols was that supposed to mean?
" Actually, Bree's stuck with me too. I think you ought to know that."
" How the hell is she embroiled in all this mess?"
" It's Noel, Sunny. And Charlotte as well, in part."
This was turning out to be a real mind-fuck. But I had to sit this one out.
" Noel's family owns more than half of this city. This school as well." Dana began in a soft voice.
" She pretty much acts like she owns everybody living here as well. Anyone who crosses her, meets utter ruin. Here, she is like the uncrowned Queen."
"I thought you were supposed to be the Queen here." I made a surprisingly poor attempt at humor, then shut up at the pained look on her face.
" It's all a damned act. She makes me, the entire school act on her whims and fancies."
" A true megalomaniac hmm... and you actually let her do all this to you?"
"I don't have a choice! If I don't do as she wants, both mine and Bree's futures are doomed forever."
" You're not making any sense, Dana."
" You really think Bree's one of them, don't you? That she's one of those pompous bitches who wouldn't think twice about humiliating someone in public or ruining their reputation ?"
"I don't like to judge. You of all people should know that. But having said that, I would certainly mark her out to be one of the high profile group, yes."
" You are wrong. Bree is nowhere near too those idiots. Not in a million years. She's actually from a very modest family. "
Holy Mongols. Bree Taylor was an act ??!
" So you mean, she might actually be smarter than she pretends to be?"
" She is actually one of the smartest people you or I would ever meet. Or I should say, was, until Noel focused her wrath upon her."
Intriguing. Mind-Fucking intriguing.
A sudden cheeky notion came to my mind.
" But didn't she fail that Social Studies grade..." I snickered, trying to lighten the mood somewhat.
" No. It was actually -Wait. How do you know that?" It was Dana's turn to gawk at me.
I shrugged. Guess it was time to spill the beans now.
So I told her about the project, the hypothesis and my little "experiment of fun". When I finished, Dana's face was a mask of utter bewilderment, confusion and wonder.
" You're amazing." she said finally. " All this.... just for.... fun?"
" Life is mundane, my friend. Gotta add some spice to it, you know? A bit of zest and excitement."
" After all those years in grade school we spent together, you still don't fail to amaze me." She chuckled, half in amusement, half wistfully. " You were always looking out for me as well."
" But this time, I'm afraid we are stuck in something far bigger than I think either of us could handle alone."
She used we. I felt bliss fill the insides of my stomach.
" So I'm guessing this Noel character is responsible for Bree's abysmal grades?"
" Yup. Ever since Bree befriended me, her life became a living hell. And she needs these grades, Sunny. She can't risk failure this time. Otherwise, her ambitions will be ruined for life. And as for me, I have to act like her personal toy. She treats me like a.. a plaything. "
" And you can't put a stop to it because...?"
" It's not for my sake. It's for Bree's. She shouldn't be involved in this at all. It's all my fault. She got dragged in just because she became friends with me..."
I stared at the pale blue sky above me, taking in everything that was being said. It was pretty over-whelming, but nothing I couldn't handle. But it explained everything.
" But why? I don't get it." I said finally. " What the hell is that bitch getting from all this ?"
" It's payback, Sunny." Dana sighed heavily.
" Payback? For what? Did you confront her with the undeniable truth that she is a ditz head or something ?"
She grinned without any humor, and I had the feeling she was holding back something.
" I wish it was that simple. But no. This thing goes way back. Back to grade-school itself."
My ears perked up. The moment of revelation was near. I could feel it. Taste it. Smell it.
Okay, enough with the literal jargon.
" So it's a grudge? But who? You, of all people, had no enemies back in grade school. Especially not one who'd turn out to be as crazy as this Noel girl."
" Actually, there was one such incident. One in which you were involved in as well." Dana replied.
" It's why I acted like I didn't know you at first. I didn't want her to know you were here too, or you'd become a part of this mess as well."
The suspense was literally killing me. And I still had no idea who it was Dana was talking about, when realization hit me smack in the face.
" You're talking about Noel." I whispered in a confused voice. " But why? What did I or you ever do to her ? I can barely even remember her name as it is."
Dana chuckled again, and her expression looked like someone who has been a victim of one of Life's strange twists of irony.
" Noel is the girl whose nose you broke in that dodge-ball game back in grade school, Sunny."
" What the fuck... And she's doing this just to get back for that stupid nose?"
" Apparently, the loss of face in childhood was something she apparently never recovered from."
I whistled in utter disbelief and annoyance.
Talk about holding a grudge. This girl was a pure psychopath. Shit had just hit the fan. And then, things got even more interesting.
" Dana!"
I turned my dazed expression to notice Bree running towards us like a marathon racer, her face looking extremely annoyed.
This couldn't be good. Wait, was Life ever even good ?
" Bree? What is it?" Dana asked, shocked at her friend's sudden appearance. " What happened? You look awful !"
She opened her mouth to speak, then noticed me standing beside her.
" What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously, regaining her composure somewhat.
" Relax Bree. It's gonna be alright." I tried to be soothing in my words, but hell, I only succeeded in making her more suspicious.
" Bree, it's okay. He knows." Dana said in a calm voice.
It took Bree about three whole seconds to understand the gravity of Dana's words, and she impressed me with her coolness. Now I too , began to see the girl who had managed to fool a hawk-eyed analyst such as me.
Never before had I been so wrong in seeing a person for what they truly were. It served me right though, as I had broken my own code and actually judged her to be a ditz head. But I was pretty sure my ego would live through this one.
" We have a problem." Bree said finally, then rummaged in her knapsack for a moment.
She then drew out a white envelope with hearts embossed on it.
I wondered what possible extent of misfortune a little piece of paper like that was going to bring.
I had no fucking clue.
" So how bad was it?" Johnson asked, feet dangling off the side of the couch.
" Almost as bad as your breath," I considered this for a moment, catching a whiff of his beer-tinged stench. "but not quite."
I finished my sentence with an exaggerated wince. Johnson rolled his eyes, almost resembling Bree.
" Now that I think about it, I could have taken that bimbo if I wasn't so wasted. She wasn't even being that forceful. Damn it, now everyone's gonna think I'm one of those 'damsel in distress' types. I am never drinking again." He dropped his face in his hands and massaged his forehead.
" And I'm so hung over it's not even funny."
Then he looked down and started snorting with laughter. "I've got a DARE shirt on." he said, snickering.
I shifted. There were many things I knew about Johnson. Many things that were always constant, never changing, or at least I thought so. The first thing was: Johnson never giggled. The second was, Johnson never cried. But in one night, I'd seen him go through so many emotions I never thought he was capable of and I didn't even know what caused the breakdown.
" Hey man, I mean... if it's something you want to share..," I began, trying to casually skirt the situation without causing any discomfort.
" Juniper dumped me." Johnson cut in, never one for sensitivity. "She said I was too young, too immature, not cultured enough."
He ran a hand through his clumped up hair. "Although I doubt the jock in her bed now is anymore 'cultured'. More developed in the nether area maybe, but not more cultured."
" I'm sorry dude." I said, somewhat uncomfortably.
His eyes flashed furiously. "Oh cut it, I don't want your sympathy."
That was the Johnson I knew. "Besides, she was a waste of my time."
" You're right. You could do better. I mean, what were you thinking?"
" I know! What was I thinking? God Sunny, next time I fall for another Juniper, remind me to conk myself on the head with something insanely heavy, like a shovel."
" Will do." I said. "So, I don't mean to dash salt in the wounds or anything, but what happened, exactly? You were pretty zoned out when you tried to explain it to me."
" It was stupid really. I mean, it was no big deal." he stopped, looking hopeful at the prospect of finishing there. But I nodded for him to continue, and he sighed.
" Well, basically, she wanted to have sex, but I thought she was being too hurried about it, and then she outright dumped me on the spot. So, I was pretty pissed about it, and at the party, I decided the best course of action would be to get dead drunk and forget all about it." he exhaled. "There, happy?"
He now got up from the couch and waved casually at me before moving to his room, signaling that he
was done talking and wanted to sleep. I now went into a sitting position on the couch, staring blankly at the wall behind the television set.
In reality, I was trying not to feel guilty about getting Johnson into almost-trouble.
Friends were not supposed to do that to each other.
This project was quickly taking a turn for the worst now, and we hadn't even submitted our idea yet.
Monday morning came quickly, as they typically do. Johnson showed up to school with a 'ask me anything and risk losing your nose' look. Needless to say, no one asked him anything about the party. I stuck with my own crowd, dodging Bree in the hallways and at lunch.
Fifth period was Social Studies, and I turned in the request for approval of our project. The teacher scanned the page and smiled.
" This is what I'm talking about." He whispered and gave Bree a thumbs-up. The latter grinned and blew me an exaggerated kiss. I slouched further in my seat and watched the clock tick.
The bell rang after forty painful minutes and I gathered my things quickly trying to escape the inevitable.
" You dropped this." Someone said from behind me.
I turned to face Bree who literally slapped a quick peck on my face. I grimaced.
" Look, kissing is not part of the deal." I whispered irritably. She threw her hands up in mock surrender.
" No kissing huh?" she asked. "Well, what about carrying books? Is that allowed?" I considered this for a moment, feeling the heavy load in my arms.
" I guess that's okay." I said.
" Good." she said, dumping her books on top of mine. "You can walk me to
my locker."
With a cocky swagger she took off down the hallway. I closed my mouth and smirked.
Almost too easy to bait this one.
Dropping her books on the floor, I turned and walked the other way, mimicking her confident walk.
I felt the footfalls behind me before I heard the angry whisper in my ear.
" Pick those up." Bree said. I shrugged and looked up at her.
" Why should I? I might break a nail or something. You don't want me to look like a commoner now do you?" I fluttered my eyelashes. She closed her eyes and growled silently at my face.
" You are something else." she said after a moment. I got the feeling she was using all her restraint not to slap me in the face. I didn't appreciate the self control. In fact, this experiment would be much more interesting if she did hit me.
It'd prove my "girls-are-moody-idiots" theory anyway.
" Trouble in paradise?" A silky voice asked and Bree suddenly grew even tense, which a moment before I would have thought to be impossible. I turned and looked into the sharp eyes of Charlotte.
" Why would you say that?" Bree asked, sliding and arm around my waist
and yanking me close. "It's all sunshine here, right Sunny?"
I opened my mouth to disagree but Charlotte cut me off.
" Well that's good, you deserve the best, Taylor." She brushed past her. "Too bad I left you."
" You-" Bree started.
"Oh, listen, Dana said to tell you that you left your sunglasses at our house, you can come get them this afternoon." With that, she disappeared into the crowd. I yanked myself away from Bree and started walking towards my next class, ignoring her calls for me to come back.
It wasn't until my anger wore off after an hour that I realized something had been funny about Charlotte and Bree's conversation.
'You left your sunglasses at our house.'
Oh dear. That couldn't be right.
After school I waited to catch a hold of Bree so we could talk, alone. I wanted some answers. So I loitered around the school garage till I could get a hold of her.
Almost an hour and a half passed, and I debated whether to leave my questions for the next day, when a completely unexpected person bumped into me now.
" There you are. I was looking for you."
I turned at the sound of that all too familiar voice. And sure enough, there she was.
" Dana."
"You look pretty tense." Dana whispered, looking concerned. "Something wrong?"
I was about to say it was nothing and leave for home, but my weird-ass brain suddenly decided it would probably be best to get my answers from her directly.
" Are you a lesbian?"
She frowned. I stared. Silence ensued.
" What is that about?" she asked finally.
"Nothing serious. Curiosity."
" The answer is... complicated."
" Humor me. I'm game" I grinned at her.
" You're the same as ever. I kinda had a feeling that you were one of those people who wouldn't change over the years."
" So you do remember me." I felt a wave of emotion sweeping through my mind, but I pushed it aside. Now was not the time for sentiment.
" Then why the play-acting? Why let go of it now?"
Dana sighed uncomfortably. For the first time since I had seen her in high school, she looked extremely fragile and vulnerable, like she would have been back in grade school.
" As I said, it's pretty complicated. And I didn't want you to get involved."
" Nothing's too complicated for the two of us, is there now?" I chuckled at her, and she smiled back, despite her serious expression.
" Oh, and before we start, what's the relation between you and Charlotte?"
Now it was her turn to chuckle. I frowned, trying to guess the joke.
" She's my step-sister."
Step-sister. Figures. Could've fooled Einstein with that remarkable likeness.
" Didn't see that one coming." I admitted. "So then. You and Noel. What's the deal?"
" Actually, we are a farce."
Never before have I gawked at someone like I did at that moment at Dana.
" Okay.... but why?"
" Because I don't have a choice. Neither of us do." she said simply.
" Neither?" I frowned again. What in the name of the holy Mongols was that supposed to mean?
" Actually, Bree's stuck with me too. I think you ought to know that."
" How the hell is she embroiled in all this mess?"
" It's Noel, Sunny. And Charlotte as well, in part."
This was turning out to be a real mind-fuck. But I had to sit this one out.
" Noel's family owns more than half of this city. This school as well." Dana began in a soft voice.
" She pretty much acts like she owns everybody living here as well. Anyone who crosses her, meets utter ruin. Here, she is like the uncrowned Queen."
"I thought you were supposed to be the Queen here." I made a surprisingly poor attempt at humor, then shut up at the pained look on her face.
" It's all a damned act. She makes me, the entire school act on her whims and fancies."
" A true megalomaniac hmm... and you actually let her do all this to you?"
"I don't have a choice! If I don't do as she wants, both mine and Bree's futures are doomed forever."
" You're not making any sense, Dana."
" You really think Bree's one of them, don't you? That she's one of those pompous bitches who wouldn't think twice about humiliating someone in public or ruining their reputation ?"
"I don't like to judge. You of all people should know that. But having said that, I would certainly mark her out to be one of the high profile group, yes."
" You are wrong. Bree is nowhere near too those idiots. Not in a million years. She's actually from a very modest family. "
Holy Mongols. Bree Taylor was an act ??!
" So you mean, she might actually be smarter than she pretends to be?"
" She is actually one of the smartest people you or I would ever meet. Or I should say, was, until Noel focused her wrath upon her."
Intriguing. Mind-Fucking intriguing.
A sudden cheeky notion came to my mind.
" But didn't she fail that Social Studies grade..." I snickered, trying to lighten the mood somewhat.
" No. It was actually -Wait. How do you know that?" It was Dana's turn to gawk at me.
I shrugged. Guess it was time to spill the beans now.
So I told her about the project, the hypothesis and my little "experiment of fun". When I finished, Dana's face was a mask of utter bewilderment, confusion and wonder.
" You're amazing." she said finally. " All this.... just for.... fun?"
" Life is mundane, my friend. Gotta add some spice to it, you know? A bit of zest and excitement."
" After all those years in grade school we spent together, you still don't fail to amaze me." She chuckled, half in amusement, half wistfully. " You were always looking out for me as well."
" But this time, I'm afraid we are stuck in something far bigger than I think either of us could handle alone."
She used we. I felt bliss fill the insides of my stomach.
" So I'm guessing this Noel character is responsible for Bree's abysmal grades?"
" Yup. Ever since Bree befriended me, her life became a living hell. And she needs these grades, Sunny. She can't risk failure this time. Otherwise, her ambitions will be ruined for life. And as for me, I have to act like her personal toy. She treats me like a.. a plaything. "
" And you can't put a stop to it because...?"
" It's not for my sake. It's for Bree's. She shouldn't be involved in this at all. It's all my fault. She got dragged in just because she became friends with me..."
I stared at the pale blue sky above me, taking in everything that was being said. It was pretty over-whelming, but nothing I couldn't handle. But it explained everything.
" But why? I don't get it." I said finally. " What the hell is that bitch getting from all this ?"
" It's payback, Sunny." Dana sighed heavily.
" Payback? For what? Did you confront her with the undeniable truth that she is a ditz head or something ?"
She grinned without any humor, and I had the feeling she was holding back something.
" I wish it was that simple. But no. This thing goes way back. Back to grade-school itself."
My ears perked up. The moment of revelation was near. I could feel it. Taste it. Smell it.
Okay, enough with the literal jargon.
" So it's a grudge? But who? You, of all people, had no enemies back in grade school. Especially not one who'd turn out to be as crazy as this Noel girl."
" Actually, there was one such incident. One in which you were involved in as well." Dana replied.
" It's why I acted like I didn't know you at first. I didn't want her to know you were here too, or you'd become a part of this mess as well."
The suspense was literally killing me. And I still had no idea who it was Dana was talking about, when realization hit me smack in the face.
" You're talking about Noel." I whispered in a confused voice. " But why? What did I or you ever do to her ? I can barely even remember her name as it is."
Dana chuckled again, and her expression looked like someone who has been a victim of one of Life's strange twists of irony.
" Noel is the girl whose nose you broke in that dodge-ball game back in grade school, Sunny."
" What the fuck... And she's doing this just to get back for that stupid nose?"
" Apparently, the loss of face in childhood was something she apparently never recovered from."
I whistled in utter disbelief and annoyance.
Talk about holding a grudge. This girl was a pure psychopath. Shit had just hit the fan. And then, things got even more interesting.
" Dana!"
I turned my dazed expression to notice Bree running towards us like a marathon racer, her face looking extremely annoyed.
This couldn't be good. Wait, was Life ever even good ?
" Bree? What is it?" Dana asked, shocked at her friend's sudden appearance. " What happened? You look awful !"
She opened her mouth to speak, then noticed me standing beside her.
" What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously, regaining her composure somewhat.
" Relax Bree. It's gonna be alright." I tried to be soothing in my words, but hell, I only succeeded in making her more suspicious.
" Bree, it's okay. He knows." Dana said in a calm voice.
It took Bree about three whole seconds to understand the gravity of Dana's words, and she impressed me with her coolness. Now I too , began to see the girl who had managed to fool a hawk-eyed analyst such as me.
Never before had I been so wrong in seeing a person for what they truly were. It served me right though, as I had broken my own code and actually judged her to be a ditz head. But I was pretty sure my ego would live through this one.
" We have a problem." Bree said finally, then rummaged in her knapsack for a moment.
She then drew out a white envelope with hearts embossed on it.
I wondered what possible extent of misfortune a little piece of paper like that was going to bring.
I had no fucking clue.
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