Chapter #35Keith Finds New Ways to Fuck Up by: imaj   Monday is a disaster.
It isn’t Keith’s fault surprisingly. Jessica has been quietly reaching boiling point over the weekend and she, quite genuinely, explodes in front of you. It all happens before first period. You’re walking down the main hall, scanning for Jessica when you spot the fake Morgana emptying her book bag into her locker. Jessica then practically runs across your field of view to grab Morgana.
“What the fuck did you do witch,” she screams, spinning the fake round and pinning her to the locker with one hand.
As conversation openers go, it’s not exactly great.
You can see Keith switch desperately between Morgana’s persona and his own, trying to find some way out. As neither has the ability to deal with this situation, the apparent Morgana simply looks like a deer caught in headlights. She only escapes being punched full in the face by Jessica because you grab hold of the angry cheerleader’s arm as she pulls it back.
“Jessica,” you whisper quietly in the surprised girl’s ear. “Everyone is watching.”
Everyone is, too. Jessica drops here arm and stands dumbfounded for a few moments.
“Why don’t we go somewhere we can all talk quietly,” you suggest. Morgana nods her head rapidly.
“Make her take her books,” says Jessica, after a moment to regain her composure. “I want to see the evidence.”
Somewhere quiet proves to be the school library. The three of you sit round a table at the back of the otherwise deserted room.
“Ok Morgana,” you say evenly, effortlessly slipping into the role of mediator. “Jessica’s going to show you something. Can you tell us if you recognise it.”
“Here,” says Jessica, producing the hex sigil. Even inert, as it now is, the sigil radiates a certain malice. Morgana takes one look and shudders. “Well?”
The fake Morgana sits silently for a moment.
“Tell her to take her English Lit book out, it’s right on there.” spits Jessica. Morgana looks at you but you nod in assent. Morgana reluctantly pulls a book out her back.
“It’s not exactly the same,” you say after inspecting the two. The thing on Morgana’s book is just a silly doodle, but it does include some sigil elements. You are pleased to see that Keith managed to copy it exactly from the sketch you gave him on Saturday evening.
“I knew it,” says Jessica triumphantly, starting to rise out of her chair.
“Wait, let’s give Morgana a chance to explain how she came up with this,” you say placatingly.
“P… Promise not to laugh,” stutters a clearly scared Morgana.
Jessica narrows her eyes. You nod at Jessica who, in turn, nods at Morgana.
“I… I sometimes visit a fortune teller in the town centre,” explains Morgana, calming down a little. “Madam Andrassy. I saw the design there. I just copied it because it looked pretty. I swear that’s the truth Jessica.”
“I think she’s telling the truth Jessica,” you say. “She’s clearly scared out her mind.”
“She could be acting,” replies Jessica, her eyes still narrow.
“Well, we could speak with this Madam Andrassy after school and see what she says. She can either confirm Morgana’s story or not. Either way we’ll know the truth.
“Her shop is closed on a Monday,” interrupts Morgana.
“Tomorrow then,” you continue smoothly.
“OK,” says Jessica grudgingly. “But I don’t want her near me or any of my friends till then. One step out of place and I’ll put you down.”
“Is she really always that violent,” asks the fake Morgana after Jessica has stormed off.
“I think so. Eva too.”
“Wow,” says Morgana. She sits quietly for a moment before continuing. “How’d I do?”
“OK,” you admit grudgingly. “Enough to make up for your earlier mistake. You’ll have to knock of that goofy smile and sink back into her persona though. The real Morgana never smiles like that.”
“I’m being her right now,” she says guilelessly.
You watch your friend carefully to see if he’s lying. Apart from the smile her body language seems to be perfectly Morganaesque.
“What did you do,” you say, your eyes narrowing. The fake blushes, and now you know something is up. “Go on, spill.”
“Well, I went with her friend Raven to watch some old horror flicks at arthouse theater yesterday,” she explains very carefully.
“Wait,” you interrupt. “Raven?”
“His real name’s Blake,” explains Morgana, looking a little embaressed. “Blake Miller. He’s a senior at Eastman. And as we’re watching this film I started to realise he was totally into me, I mean her, and I, er I mean she didn’t realise it.”
“And you, Keith Tilley, master of social etiquette managed to spot this,” you ask, your disbelief obvious.
“Give me some credit,” explains Morgana, who’s face is approaching fire engine red by this point. “I know what a guy staring at someone tits looks like. Usually I’m the guy.”
“Point taken,” you concede. “Although doubt Morgana would use a word like ‘tits’.”
“Staring at my bosom then,” says Morgana, slipping back into character. “So I might have given her a nudge in the right direction.”
“A nudge,” you ask, picking up on what isn’t being said.
“Well, we might have kissed,” admits Morgana. “And had a quick feel in the theater.”
“That was all though, wasn’t it,” you ask, feeling as if a gaping chasm is opening beneath your feet. “That wasn’t all was it?”
Morgana’s silence tells you all you need to know.
“You fucked him? Dude,” you say slipping out of Kim’s personality. “That is so gay.”
“Was it? I mean I’m girl right now,” says Morgana. “All I’m going to say is don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
You sit in stunned silence for a moment.
“Haven’t you noticed the kind of attention you’ve been attracting recently,” whispers Morgana. “Don’t stare but look at who is looking at you from across the room.”
You turn round to look. Standing by the desk, staring at you a little too intently with reptilian eyes is Steve Patterson.
“He could just be getting a book,” you say, turning back to Morgana. “No wait, I’m not sure he can even read. He’s looking at me isn’t he?”
“Well why don’t you slip back into being Kim and find out,” says the fake Morgana, your friend Keith, as she stands up. You watch thoughtfully as she walks away.
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