This choice: Boys (with a side of girls) • Go Back...Chapter #20Chelsea Keeps It Real by: Seuzz   "It's fun being a girl," you reply, "but I want a hot girlfriend, not be one."
"Gordon Black it is for you, then," Caleb grins. "We shouldn't have sent Jeremy home. We had the night to plot with him."
"You're still down a golem on me," you point out. "In these bodies you and me are pretty close to Chelsea. We can get her for you, and then we can get Gordon easy."
"It's fun being a girl, but I'm not sure I want a boyfriend," he replies, tossing your own mot back at you.
"I didn't say you had to be her. We'll just make her your puppet."
That cheers him up. "Leave it to me," he says. "I know how to get to her."
* * * * *
And so the next day at practice Jessica Garner is a royal terror. She argues with Chelsea; she backtalks her; she refuses to follow directions; she mocks the captain's suggestions. When practice is over, Chelsea stalks away in a rage. "That's your cue," Jessica tells you quietly as the queen and her entourage sweep off toward the locker room. "Tell her you want to talk to her privately. After school I'll have the stuff ready for you to take over to her house."
Chelsea doesn't look at you when you sidle up to her at her changing locker. "Can you and me get together after school to talk? It's kind of important."
"Is your sister having another abortion?" Chelsea sneers without looking over at you. "That's the only excuse she could have, and I still wouldn't put up with it."
"She's trying to help you, Chelsea," you say, lowering your voice to a whisper. "There's stuff going on with the team that you don't know about. She's trying to divert it."
She turns to stare at you. If there's one thing that can get Chelsea's attention it's the promise of gossip; and if there's one thing that will make her interested in listening to another person, it's gossip about anything that could threaten her position.
"Listen, I can't say anything now—" There's nothing you could say, there being no substance to your insinuations "—but if can talk to you over at your house ... You need to be on your guard, and Jessica is trying to make you see that."
Her eyes are wide but hard. "Five-thirty," she says. "This better not be a lot of bullshit."
* * * * *
"What happened?" she says, sitting up. She frowns and looks around, disoriented. "I thought for a moment—" Her eyes settle on you, and narrow. "Did you punch me in the face, you little bitch?"
You open your mouth to reply, but then stop, baffled by the golem's hostile behavior. Chelsea leaps from the bed and hurries over to her bedroom mirror, where she scans her face closely. She turns to glare at you. "You grabbed me and then—" She bites her lip, trying to contain her fury.
"Look, just calm down, Chelsea," you tell her firmly.
"Don't talk to me like that, you cunt," she retorts. Her cheeks are pale. "If you tried—" Her small, compact frame starts to quiver. "The fuck are you and your cunt sister up to?"
"Look, just shut up a moment."
Her lips peel back. "Get out of my house! Oh, you are in so much trouble! By the time I'm through with you and your sister and your brother not even those cocksucking priests at the Catholic school will let you in!"
And then she charges you, fists swinging. You throw up in your hands in defense, but she just grabs and gouges at you. Only when you flee her bedroom and then the house do you feel safe.
* * * * *
"Did you fuck up the mask?" Caleb asks in horror after you get home and tell him what happened. His eyes—Jessica's eyes—are wide with fear.
"I don't think so," you say, though you feel so ghastly that you can't be sure. You run through the steps in your mind, but it's all just a blur. It was a blur at the time, of course, for you had to get the varnish on and the hair in and the mask lit and extinguished in the brief time between when you could remove the mask from Chelsea's face and before she could wake again. Maybe you did miss a crucial step.
"Our lives aren't going to be worth living if Chelsea is still herself," he says.
"You mean Eva and Jessica's lives won't be worth living," you point out. "We can find ourselves a new position. Look at the bright side."
"We can't run away from this," he says. "She's got a mask on her and we'll have to get it off. Sooner rather than later."
"That's doable if we can get Gordon."
"I talked to Jeremy while you were over at Chelsea's. He says he can't get us close to Gordon. He's not tight enough with Black."
"There's got to be other ways."
"Not using Eva and Jessica. Ten to one we go in tomorrow and discover we've been kicked off the squad. Million to one."
"Coach Tesla might have something to say about that," you say, grasping at straws.
Caleb makes a face. "I'm not wasting a mask on that old bag."
* * * * *
The next morning no one will talk to you before practice. The other girls huddle in discrete knots before practice, and then Coach Tesla, who never appears, comes out of her office long enough to summon you and Jessica inside.
Chelsea is there, arms folded and glaring grimly. Her expression is nasty and triumphant as she looks at you. Then her eyes shift to Jessica—and she turns very pale.
"We've got a little problem, girls," Coach Tesla says solemnly. "Chelsea says something happened last night at her house, that she and Eva got in a fight."
"We didn't get in a fight," you protest. "She just fainted, and then when she came to she thought I'd done something to her."
"You did do something to me," she exclaims, but her voice quavers. She looks everywhere but at you and Jessica.
"We went up to her room is all," you insist. "I turned around to say something, and then she gasped or something and fell back on her bed. I tried reviving her, you know, rubbing her face and her wrists, and then when she woke up again I guess she thought I was ... I dunno ..."
The coach looks between you and Chelsea, and sighs. "Okay, I'm going to leave you girls alone to talk about it. I'll take charge of practice until you get it sorted out." She gives everyone a very serious look and then leaves.
"Chelsea, I don't know what you think happened—" you start.
"I know exactly what happened!" she shrieks, but her voice is ragged and her face pale. She swallows, but doesn't continue.
"Tell us what happened," Jessica says.
Chelsea's eyes seem to roll back in her head, and for a moment you think she's going to pass out. But she shakes herself. When she speaks again her voice is quiet. "I took Eva up to my bedroom. When we got there, she turned around and shoved ... something ... at my face. When I came to again, I attacked her."
"Who did you tell this to?" Jessica asks.
"Gordon, Kendra, Gloria, and Maria," she says, hurrying breathlessly through the list.
"What did they say?" you ask.
"I don't have to answer your questions, bitch!" she spits.
You and Jessica stare at her and then at each other. Then Jessica, hardly hiding the tremble in her own voice, asks, "Do you have to answer my questions?"
Chelsea nods her head furiously and bursts into tears.
Jessica lets out a huge sigh then leans against the coach's desk. She starts laughing and hiccupping.
"It's because she's my golem," she finally gasps. "You numbnuts, of course she's not going to be your slave. Chelsea," she says, "if I told you go out there and tell everyone you were a dyke and that you were in love with Coach Tesla, would you do it?"
"You wouldn't," she moans, and rocks on her feet.
"No, I wouldn't do that to you," Jessica says, and catches Chelsea up in her arms. "Just as long as I know that you would, it's okay."
You rub your eyes with the heels of your hands. It makes sense now, in a horrible sort of way. You are so used to thinking of you and Caleb as sharing control of your slaves that it never occurred to you that a Caleb-enslaved Chelsea-golem wouldn't obey you. In fact, the golem would have continued to act just like Chelsea, until it met up with its master.
"So what were you going to do?" you ask it. "Besides kick us off the team?" She shoots you a hostile look, but Jessica nudges her.
"I told everyone you made a pass at me and that I fought you off," she says. "That's what I told Kendra and Gloria." Great, it'll be all over the school by now. "I told Gordon you started hitting me and stuff."
"Can you fix it?" Jessica asks her. "Tell everyone you made a mistake?"
Her eyes widen in horror. "It'd ruin me. I can't tell people I lied!"
"People already think you're a liar," she retorts, and Chelsea flinches. "Just tell them—"
"Hang on," you interrupt. "We don't have to fix it. So Eva and Jessica come a cropper. Tough shit, they're only pawns. You can switch into Chelsea herself or someone else. And she's a good girl, she'll get us Gordon."
Jessica leans against the desk, and a gleam comes into her eyes. "Or we use the scandal to our own advantage. If Chelsea gets caught making a pass at another girl, it could topple the whole school hierarchy!"
* Use the scandal to topple Chelsea's gang (non-canonical): "School for Scandal"    indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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