Chapter #33Party and Bullshit by: rugal b.   But before you can get to that gathering it's a relatively short drive out to Schuyler where you honk your horn as you pull up in front of the gym to grab the attention of two kids who scramble towards the passenger side door. One wins and piles into the seat next to you while the other grumbles and hops in back. "Why do you always have to shove me like that?" complains the girl in the backseat as you drive off.
"Because I'm older than you so I get the front seat, duh." the boy replies as he leans back with an arrogant smirk on his face. "That's why I'm getting in the shower first when we get home too."
"No way!" exclaims the girl. "I'm way dirtier so I need to use it first!"
"Pfft," the boy responds dismissively, "I'm all sweaty. I can't go around smelling like this." He then flashes you that same smirk, "Besides if Cindy's coming over then I've definitely gotta be in top form."
You role your eyes at this routine. "You're a little too young for her Duc." you tell him.
"Uh huh, that's why she's always checkin' me out right?" Duc replies with all the unwarranted confidence he can bring.
"Duc, you're twelve. I don't know why you think you'd even have a chance." you try to set him straight. "Besides she's not coming over so you don't have anything to worry about"
"And you're a fag," the girl jeers, "so it's not like you'd be able to do anything anyway. So I get the shower first."
Now it's her turn to get your stern tone. "Kim," you say in the same sort of voice as an exasperated school teacher, "don't call your brother a fag. Actually don't talk like that at all."
"Oh come on! You talk like that all the time!" she protests."
"Because I'm technically an adult and you're kids so don't talk like that." you tell her putting just a bit of haughty superiority in your tone. "But yes, you get the shower first." You then turn to Duc. "If I find out you tried muscling her out of that too I'll beat your ass."
"That's not fair!" Duc complains as he folds his arms but he knows there's nothing he can really do. Lin wouldn't really beat his ass but she would thwap him pretty good for acting like a little shit same as she'd do to Kim if she tried the same shit. "Besides, I don't need Cindy. I got lotsa girls at school eying me up."
"Uh huh, like who?" Kim teases.
"Look, a lot okay?!" he says insistantly. "God, quit with the interro... whatever!"
Duc and Kim Pol are Lin's younger brother and sister, both twins who just entered the seventh grade and both on sports teams at Schuyler. That's about where the similarities end.
Duc, who's on the basketball team, is far more of a preening wannabe mini-narcissist who spends an inordinate amount of time on his clothes and hair product. He insists that the girls totally love him and that, if you were to believe him, why he's practically got one hanging off of him every time he rounds a corner. That's to say nothing of his constant attempts to hit on the other cheerleaders Lin hangs out with. Cindy and the like mostly just roll their eyes and lightly humor him though Jessica, crabby as she can be, shot him down bluntly and told him to get a life and as a result she's the one that Duc will avoid.
Kim, however, is almost his complete opposite. While Duc, not a bad player, is mostly on the basketball team because he thinks that will attract girls Kim, who plays on the soccer team, is completely serious about what she does. She's a good athlete too though some times Lin wonders if "she" is the appropriate term because Kim is boyish both in appearance, lithe with shaggy dark hair and much more preferring t-shirts and cargo shorts over "girly" clothes, and in demeanor which is crude and the complete opposite of feminine. Though she does talk about boys she likes. In a way she reminds you of Stephanie and you wonder if she'll turn out much the same over the next few years.
You drop them off at home. Mrs. Pol is home by the time you get there and you tell her that you're going to meet some friends. Lin's mother doesn't ask where and simply reminds you to be home by the midnight curfew. Lin's generally given a fair amount of a leeway and independence by her parents because, of course, she'd never get into trouble. After all, Lin's a good girl.
* * * * *
You lay in the afterglow for probably far longer than you should. You want to feel shame over what just happened but you find it hard to, not with the euphoria that Lin's mind (definitely her mind) is feeling. The only thing that rouses you is the sound of a lighter and the unmistakable stench of weed. "Jesus, Justin! What the hell?" you say as you sit up with a start to find your bed mate sitting on the edge of the mattress now in his boxers as he moves the joint from his lips.
Justin Roth's face is only vaguely visible in the dark due to your eyes having long adjusted but you can just faintly make out a grin on it... or at least, you assume that's the expression probably plastered on there. "Sorry babe, didn't mean to bogart it." he says as he extends the joint out towards you. "Figured you'd had enough shit in your mouth today."
"Fuck off," you say growl, "it wasn't about the weed anyway as much as it was... you couldn't lay here just five minutes with me?" Though with little hesitation you take it from him and toke anyway. "I had to get him to do that shit for me somehow. Besides," you coo as you wrap your arms around him from behind, "you know if I'm going the whole nine yards it's only with you." With that he turns, takes the joint from you and kisses you deeply.
It's as blatant a lie as Lin's ever told of course. Justin's one of her regular fuck buddies, the one she goes to whenever she wants the thrill of having to slum it. Of course Roth (probably) doesn't know it's a lie as Lin's mostly good about keeping all of her toys separate. Oh he might know that she fools around but as far as he's concerned he's the only one who actually sleeps with her.
Lin -- and you are very insistent on it being her -- had been wanting something since her little payment to Fairfax this afternoon and that was her main reason for coming out to the house that Nancy and her college sophomore boyfriend share, a dingy place in the same neighborhood that Andrea Varnsworth (CUNT, Lin's voice pretty much yells in your head) lives in. The stoners, underground types and other sorts mainly keep to their own group and more often than not some of the "upper crust", so to speak, feel safe coming to the get-togethers of people like Nancy Trent where the judgment is practically non-existent and word tends not to get out.
So Lin didn't really care who she bedded tonight she was just wanting to get something but when you saw Justin you could feel the the thrill of excitement from her run through you. Roth's a stoner but he's a handsome guy and an outdoorsman with a nice tan and a sinewy body and in bed he certainly knows what he's doing, he's got plenty of experience after all and being the frisky dog that he is he's more than ready to go again. But you shut him down with a small laugh and a quick kiss before getting dressed and heading back out of the room to enjoy things more conventionally.
* * * * *
But conventional doesn't seem to be a thing for Lin when she's unofficially at these unapproved shindigs and it's not long into chatting with a couple of people whose names you don't catch that you hear someone call out to you. Well not call, it's not said in a loud enough way, but it's a voice that instantly catches your attention.
"Lin Pol! Funny who you run into in the strangest places, isn't it?"
You know, thanks to Lin's mind, exactly who it is before you even look at them so you're not surprised to see Lisa Rickover, whose face matches the amused curiosity present in her voice.
"I could say the same to you, Lisa," you reply with a matching tone, "since this isn't an Eastman party and all."
"It's not?" she asks with mock confusion, "Oh, well you could've fooled me because I've seen more than a few of our students here. Chris, Karter," she says to see if that gets a reaction, "Natalie and Summer." she adds when it doesn't. That does provoke a reaction.
"Alyssa sent you guys?" you ask. There's no tension in your voice though and no hostility. There's not any reason to, not with Lisa at least.
"Natalie and Summer, probably. Those two have no initiative otherwise." she says as she lets out a small laugh. "But when was the last time I did something because Alyssa told me to do it?"
"They're more suggestions to you, I know." you add. "So why did you come here?"
"You don't think I like to enjoy myself every once in a while?" she asks and instead of mock confusion it's now mock woundedness. "Though this isn't quite my scene. Especially not a place like this. It's too cramped and stifling." She flashes you a smile, on Lisa a predatory look. "I need a smoke anyway. Want to come with?"
With nothing better to do you push your way through the crowd with her as you make your way to the sliding glass door and into the backyard. A far less crowded, almost empty, affair compared to the house.
"Well, would you look at that?" Lisa asks. "Didn't I just tell you about running into people in the strangest places? Why don't we say hello?"
You follow her gaze and are surprised to see her: an African-American girl with unmistakable kinky amber hair. You're expecting the claws to want to come out from Lin but instead there's nothing of the sort. So why? And why is she here? Well a quick trip through Lin's mind gives you a good idea and it's not something you'd have ever really figured was the case.
So you figure that the prudent think to do is to follow Lisa's lead and say hi to Kendra Saunders.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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