This choice: Change the plan: Bring in Jessica • Go Back...Chapter #31Some plausible deniability by: imaj   “I’m really sorry Jess,” says Chelsea as she returns to the room. “But I have to get home. Are you coming Kim?”
“I think I’ll wait here a bit,” you reply.
Chelsea shoots a dirty look at you then flounces off.
“Did I say she was a bitch,” asks Jessica, once Chelsea is out of hearing range.
You nod once.
“Just checking,” says Jessica bitterly. “She probably spent more time getting ready than she spent here. I’d better take Eva’s clothes back home.”
You sit silently, unable to think of anything to say, as Jessica methodically empties a small bedside cabinet. The nurses must have put Eva’s clothes in it when she was brought it.
“Well that’s odd,” says Jessica.
“What,” you ask, looking over her shoulder. Jessica is holding one of Chelsea’s borrowed sneakers, looking at the underside.
“Someone’s stuck something on the sneaker,” Jessica says, bewildered. It’s slightly twisted out of shape, but you recognise the hex sigil that you gave Keith, in his guise as Michelle.
“You don’t think Chelsea put that there,” you ask, trying to nudge Jessica in the right direction.
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I’m sure I’ve seen something like that before somewhere.”
“You have,” you exclaim nervously. “I mean, you have?”
“Oh. My. God,” says Jessica slowly. “I know where I saw this. That freak Morgana Hollis was drawing shapes like that on her English Lit books. I was right, she’s a fucking witch.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you say patiently. “There’s no such thing as magic.”
“Morgana cursed Eva!”
“Even if Morgana is a witch, and I still think it’s ridiculous, those are Chelsea’s sneakers.”
“So Morgana cursed Chelsea then. It’s still evil.”
“Or,” you say darkly, your voice low. “Chelsea put it there herself. Why did Eva need to borrow sneakers anyway?”
“She forgot to pack them I think,” replies Jessica, unsure of herself.
“Does she often forget to pack them? It seems a bit convenient,” you add. You spread your hands before continuing. “Look, we’ll have a word with Morgana on Monday and see if she recognises anything. It’s probably just a misunderstanding.”
“If it isn’t,” hisses Jessica, her hands balling into fists. She lets the sentence tail off, trembling with barely checked anger.
“Um… Jessica,” you ask carefully. “Now that Chelsea’s gone, I don’t have any way to get home.”
Jessica breathes deeply.
“I can give you a lift,” she answers, calming down.
*****
“Jessica,” you say, giving the dozing girl a shake. “Jessica, you just drifted off there.”
Jessica opens here eyes and looks about lazily. You’re in her car, parked just outside Kim’s home.
“Wha’,” she says, rubbing her eyes. “Oh, I just… I’m sorry…”
“It’s ok,” you say reassuringly. “You’ve had a long day. Just be careful driving home, ok?”
“Sure Kim,” she says, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“I’ll see you on Monday. We’ll talk to Morgana then.”
You step out of Jessica’s car smartly and sling your bag over your shoulder. The passenger side window rolls down and Jessica leans over.
“Thanks Kim,” she says. “You’ve been a real help.”
She doesn’t close the window before driving off. You watch as her car disappears into the night, smirking. Yeah, a real help.
Kim’s father is waiting by the door as you enter, anxiety written across his face.
“Where have you been Kim,” he asks with a mix of anger and relief. “I was worried.”
“I was busy,” you snap. “I’m going to bed.”
He stares at you, his mouth hanging open. You realise you’ve let Kim’s persona slip aside. You sink back into her thoughts and memories.
“I’m sorry Dad,” you say, sounding much more like the girl who’s face you’re wearing. “A girl was badly hurt at school today, broke her leg in the gym. Everyone’s a little on edge.”
“Ok,” he says, relaxing. He gives you a hug. His hands are still oily from his work and you realise he must have been worried out of his mind to not clean up as he usually does.
“I took a card and some flowers to her in hospital Dad,” you explain. “It was the right thing to do. I should have phoned you to let you know where I was.”
“You should have Kim,” he says, releasing you. “Remember that next time.”
“I will,” you reply yawning. “I’m really tired though Dad. I need to get some sleep.”
“Night then Kim.”
“Night Dad,” you say, walking up the stairs to Kim’s room.
You quietly lock the door to Kim’s room behind you and draw the curtains closed. Standing in front of the wardrobe mirror, lit only by the faint blue light of the screensaver on Kim’s laptop, you slowly disrobe. As each item of clothes comes off, you take the time to admire your borrowed form. Kim has a fine body – slim, if a little flat chested. The waves of glorious red hair and her milky complexion have a certain, offbeat, attraction to them. Good, if not perfect. Attractive, if not beautiful.
You wave your hand across your face and regard your newest acquisition.
Red hair becomes gold, your perspective changes as you drop a couple of inches in height. Your breasts swell to opulent proportions, and Jessica Garner stares back at you from the mirror. This is much more like it.
You’re sure you’ll find an excuse to be her from time to time, even as you use the real Jessica like a weapon to bring down Chelsea.
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