Chapter #45Short Plans Turn Long by: Seuzz   "Listen," you interrupt Connor. "If you're so hot to get a mask onto Kelsey, how about you come out with me tomorrow and take over her life for the weekend?"
That elicits a long pause, and when he speaks again his tone is angry. "If you're not going to be any help—"
"I am trying to help out. I've been thinking—"
But you haven't. You're totally improvising.
"—and we've already fucked things up with Jessica, a lot more than we fucked them up with Hannah and with Geoff. There's no way we can put Jessica back in circulation without her noticing that something crazy happened. So we can go little or we can go big. Let me play her for the whole weekend, and we'll put her back out early next week. With such a huge blank space in her life she won't be able to say anything without making people think she's crazy.
"And we'll do the same thing with Kelsey, " you continue over Connor's own attempted interruption. "If I hit Kelsey with a mask tomorrow night, she'll remember it was Jessica who did it and then there'll be more hell for Jessica to pay after that. But if you replace Kelsey for the whole weekend, then when she wakes up she'll have this massive blank spot and then she won't have Jessica to blame. She'll hear from her friends that she was totally normal all weekend and was doing stuff with them and partying and everything, and her seeing Jessica just before it all happened will only be part of one big mystery instead of being one small mystery that she can rip into with her teeth. We'll get a mask of Kelsey," you say when Connor doesn't immediately reply, "and Jessica won't get the blame. Or not too much of it."
"What will they say when they start comparing notes and realize they all had these blank spots?"
"Why would they? Why won't they keep their mouths shut when they realize that everyone thinks they were acting totally normal during that blank spot? Would you tell anyone if you had a massive amnesiac episode, but everyone was acting like you didn't do anything crazy?"
"I might if I thought someone had—" Connor trails off. "When are you going to see Kelsey?"
"I haven't made plans yet, but I'm going to try to get rid of Eva for tomorrow night. Marc's already running off somewhere with some of his stupid friends. I think I can get to Kelsey, she and Jessica are old friends. Jessica's on the cheerleader squad because of Kelsey." Some of Jessica's bile wells up in the back of your throat. "We could hang out all weekend, get in some trouble. Kelsey's got that big house, and if we wanted to have that slumber party I screwed up last weekend we could do it at—"
Connor groans. "Oh, you sure know how to fucking tempt a guy. You're sure you can't get to Kelsey tonight?"
"Positive, and school's too crowded tomorrow. You have to let me do it tomorrow evening."
"Let me talk to the other guys. I'll let you know what they say about maybe doing something tomorrow night." He hangs up.
You hope no one discovers a problem with what you've proposed. You've got yourself thoroughly excited by the prospect of a weekend playing Jessica Garner, with your friends playing some of her friends. But despite that excitement you are able to get the rest of the homework done in short order, maybe because for you the act of writing things out in Jessica's neat and crisp handwriting is a moment-by-moment reminder of where you are and what you're doing. Before long you're in a slight sweat and flush, and your free hand is pressed tightly between your thighs and up against—
It aches. Your pussy aches.
With that hand still anchored firmly between your legs you text Cindy Vredenburg to ask what she's doing tomorrow night. Her reply comes ten minutes later, as you're finishing up the homework set: Thing w/seth maybe. You don't hesitate to call her directly after that. Your pitch is direct: She should go on a date with Seth, but invite Jeremy (who is her boyfriend's best friend) along. He'll need a date too: Cindy should suggest he ask Eva. Cindy perceives your intent and quickly agrees; she'll tell you in the morning if it'll work.
That done, you go back upstairs. "If you don't need the bathroom, I'm going to be in the tub," you tell Eva. When she shrugs, you add, "I've been a good sister and got a lot done," but don't amplify.
You run a tub of hot water, fill it with the oils that Jessica likes, and slowly, deliciously disrobe and sink into it. The water is hot and silky and raises goose bumps all over. After you are comfortably relaxed you gently explore all over: hips and the sides and insides of your legs; stomach. You delay the moment when you grasp and noodle around with your breasts until you've satiated yourself with all the more vanilla bits; and when you've raised your core temperature by playing upstairs you put fingers down to the lower places, where you work and knead hot water deep into the crevices to heart-swelling effect. Only the knowledge that there may be people passing nearby keeps you from forcing matters to a conclusion; but you are gnawing hard on your fist before you reluctantly bring your bath to an end.
* * * * *
Friday morning, first period, ought to be an hour of huge excitement for you: Cheerleader practice, prefaced and concluded by the squad changing out in the girls' locker room. But you've got Jessica's own feelings to dampen your enthusiasm. She knows what practice is like, and she never looks forward to it. "We should kill Kelsey the next chance we get," you mutter to Eva as you approach the gym door. (Marc, in the passenger side, leaped out before it had even stopped moving and ran off to meet some friends.)
"What's got your panties in a twist?"
"Just the way she got us stuck in here."
Eva grunts, recognizing your allusion to the disastrous cheerleader tryouts just before classes started. Kelsey, who was on the squad her sophomore and junior years, and had been gunning hard for the captain's position, had pressured Eva and Jessica into trying out so they could vote for her for the captaincy. But Kelsey had been outmaneuvered by Chelsea Cooper—
—who even now is sailing in from the other direction with her best friend Maria Vasquez in tow. She reaches the gym door just before you do, and doesn't spare so much as a glance in your direction as she goes in.
And when Kelsey saw that Chelsea had blocked her from an easy, first-ballot victory, Kelsey had quit in a snit, leaving Jessica and Eva to struggle along while Chelsea runs the squad with a sharp whip and sharper tongue.
You and Eva enter the gym, and despite your worries about what might happen at practice, your excitement quickens. Cindy Vredenburg is leaning against the wall next to the entrance to the boys' locker room, a sucker in her mouth, and she's looking at you with no kind of expression like she ever directed at Will Prescott. You nudge Eva. "Catch up with you a minute." She gives you a quick, hopeful look before following Chelsea into the girls' changing room. You and she haven't spoken since last night, and certainly won't speak about it overtly, but her glance conveys her hope: Cindy will be bringing news about a double date.
"So hey you," you say to Cindy, and relish both the ease with which you speak and the friendly face the stuck-up Cindy has turned to you. "What are you and Seth doing tonight?"
"Nothing, unfortunately," she says. "He's got plans with some guys, including your brother."
"No! What are they doing?"
"Hasn't Marc told you?"
"Oh God, no, which means it's bound to be trouble. You need to put the screws to Seth, make him—"
"I already tried, it's not happening. But I told him to talk to Jeremy anyway about asking Eva out tonight. He knows it's a good idea for Jeremy, so if Eva doesn't get an invite—" She glances behind her at the entrance to the locker room, where Jeremy and Seth and the rest of the boys' basketball squad will be changing out from their pre-class practice. "It's because Jeremy's a dipshit," she says very quietly.
You—Will Prescott and Jessica Garner both—are inclined to agree. Jeremy was a good friend of yours in middle school before a growth spurt led him to try out for the basketball team. Ever since he's fallen between too stools. Too much of an insecure prick to hang out with you and Caleb, and too much of a doofus to prosper with the jocks. Except for Seth Javits, who for some reason has adopted him.
"So, sounds like your brother and sister are going to have plans," Cindy says. "What are you doing?"
Is Cindy angling to hang out with you? That would be sweet! Well, sweet for you; totally par for the course for Jessica, so you affect nonchalance. "I—"
You catch yourself before telling Cindy you're trying to get together with Kelsey. It's no sure thing that Kelsey will be free, even for a little while; Cindy would be a definite sure thing. And isn't Cindy—a willowy, platinum-blonde cheerleader—as desirable a catch as Kelsey? And hasn't she got an older sister, now at Keyserling, who was ultra-desirable back when Connor and Justin were still at Westside with her? Shouldn't you collect this bird who is trying to fly into your hand instead Kelsey?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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