This choice: Pfft. Whatever. It's just a shit post on social media. • Go Back...Chapter #32Getting To Know Who by: rugal b.   Passing on a curse? Oh that certainly sounds appealing and you can certainly think of a good number of people who you wouldn't mind seeing getting the good end of a bad one... if they were actually real. But curses, of course, are complete nonsense. Most likely this is some bit of spam or some other pointless nonsense and so you're inclined to blow it off, especially given that it's a link directing you towards x2z, the lowest circle of the Hell that is social media.
But maybe it's because x2z is such a cesspool that curiosity takes hold of you for a moment and you find yourself clicking the link for the hell of it. You kind of want to see just how dumb this whole thing is. You see that it's a thread started by Cindy Vredenburg that simply reads Tag! You're Cursed! Pass It On! before tagging Jessica Garner. After seeing the list of people tagged you quickly realize that this is really just like some kind of dumb chain letter and decide to not actually respond.
But not before you take a screenshot and send it to Eva, one of the people "cursed" in the thread, with an accompanying message: The hell is this????
O jus a fun game, u shld tag sum1, she replies.
Dont wanna. Seems lame, you grouse.
Lol maybe, she replies but says nothing else. You're worried that you probably sounded ruded and pissed her off and are about to send her an apology when, a few minutes later, she texts you back. Srry bout wut happen @ meghans.
Its fine, you text back.
Heard that mia & rachel gave u attude tonite?
That's surprising; how'd she hear about that? You decide to ask her as much.
Keith told carlos n carlos told me n jess. You probably should have figured as much so you're not actually all that surprised once you hear the answer. It's the follow up that really surprises you. Ur luck w/ girls isnt so hot lol! Maybe they dont kno bout u?
I dont kno anything about them too.
Would u want to? Or any girls u want to kno more?
Whats that mean??
Lol wut i said. Was thinkin bout help u brk out of ur shell.
Like intro me to a girl?!?!?!?! you ask in shock.
Yea! Any1 ur intrsted in? Jus give a name!
You really are surprised that Eva -- and maybe her sister too -- has taken such a keen interest in helping you spread your wings. Almost like she's kind of taken you in as a project. In a way that's annoying because it makes you wonder if she's just taking you for a ride or being condescending over the times you've bugged her about Lisa. The thought of it makes you half-tempted to text back her or Jessica's names just to see how she'd react.
But you realize that's really pointless and so far you don't think you can glean any real alternate motives. Just that somehow you've landed on her radar. Maybe it goes back to the Lisa thing? Get you to break out and find a girl and maybe you'll stop bugging her about it?
Well, that's a little condescending too but more benignly so and if she's offering to help...
Maybe but I dunno. Let me think?
Np jus shoot me a name wenever!
She doesn't send anything after that so you take a bit of time to think. Of course there are girls you would love to get to know better but a lot of them, you realize, are likely out of your league. Even with Eva vouching for you, do you really expect that Lin, for example, would truly give you the time of day? No, probably not... but Michelle Estrich might. Oh sure, she's not exactly the most popular girl even while being a cheerleader but she's not a loser either and is plenty attractive herself.
Yeah, shooting for the top of the pyramid is probably unreasonable but Eva's word will still be a key that'll open doors so as long as you set your sights a little more reasonably then maybe this could be the thing you'd need to help your confidence and wash the bad taste of the last couple of days out of your mouth. You've been sulking and moping way too much so maybe it's time to stop looking this gift horse in the mouth.
So you spend some time thinking of girls you see regularly throughout the course of the day, in class and whatnot. Then you take to social media. Facebook, Instagram, even x2z. You look for groups and names that are connected to each other. You're not sure how long you spend studying everything you can find, getting a feel for various girls and their personalities as you try to get an idea of who might be viable. Who would, conceivably, be in "your league"?
Finally satisfied and deciding not to scrape the bottom of the barrel with the likes of Abby Derr -- you simply recall one girl you saw in your research -- you settle on someone and send a name to Eva saying you wouldn't mind getting to know them this girl some more.
Gr8! Ill try to set sumthin up! comes the reply.
* * * * *
Sunday is, almost thankfully, a rather dull and uneventful day. Church, a few chores and then Keith shows up to hang out. You almost want to tell him about Eva offering to help introduce you to a girl but when you see that he's still a bit sore over the events of the previous night you decide that it would be better to not cast out particular line. Instead the two of you manage to find a less than legal copy of Cravenmoor and give it another watch so you can more properly write that paper for Hawks.
It's not the best but you also, rather proudly, think that it's not too bad either.
When Monday comes you brace for impact as you fully expect your incident at Megha's to be the talk of the halls. Yet, to your surprise, nothing seems to come of it. Kelsey simply ignores you in first period and neither does anyone in any of your classes or even between classes pull you aside to say something. Neither do you overhear anyone whispering and indeed nobody seems to cast extra attention your way.
On one hand it's a relief and on the other it's a little disappointing. Only when you take lunch with James Lamont, Carson Ioeger and Jenny Ashton do they acknowledge what happened on Saturday and mostly it's through teasing from James and Carson, the dickheads. Jenny, thankfully, is much more diplomatic and even jumps in once or twice to try and shut her friends down though to little effect.
But that's all you really hear about the incident until study hall. Curiosity, again, gets the better of you and you find yourself trawling social media looking to see if anything about it has come up. To your surprise you do see some conversations in a few places and to your joy you see that many find it funny. One comment seems to sum up the general sentiment: Karma's a bitch but not as much of one as Kelsey.
Though your buzz is harshed when you find out that nobody really seems to know that it was you who spilled your drink on Kelsey so while you get to appreciate the cracks at her, you don't get the benefit of being recognized as the one who (inadvertantly) knocked her down a peg.
So you're feeling a bit disappointing when Eva texts you to meet her out in the parking lot. That re-excites you but sadly that excitement is quickly dampened when Seth Javits and a few other guys intercept you and march you out to the Ag Annex and into a portable.
"Your pal Tilley ran off," Javits says and you can almost hear the sneer in his voice, "so you're substituting for 'im."
You barely have time to react when you see Seth's arm rush at your face and you black out.
* * * * *
You wake up in a daze. Your head is spinning and your heart is pounding. What happened? Why are you in a gross, dark and dank portable? Why are you... naked? Instinctively you raise your hands to cover your... breasts? Wait, why do you have breasts? Well, duh, it's because you've had them since puberty. You reach down to where your dick in a panic only to find nothing there. Of course there's nothing there, why would there be? Girls don't have those, durr.
But that's a weird thought to have because you are most definitely not a girl. Except, of course, you are a girl. You've always been a girl.
You reach a hand to your forehead and groan in a voice that is both familiar and unfamiliar. It's like you've got two conflicting sets of memories, two personas, taking up space in your head. There's your memories, of course; the ones that belong to Will Prescott. But there's also another set too, one that feels as equally your own as the Prescott ones. Memories that belong to...
With a gasp, it suddenly hits you whose memories these are. And if they're her memories then that must mean that this is her body, right? You dig through the clothes to find a cellphone. It's password protected but miraculously the passcode is front of mine and you're able to get in. You turn the camera on and make sure it faces you.
There's old curtains over the window so you get near one and move it allowing some light in so you can better see what's on the screen. When you finally get a good look, you almost drop the phone in shock. It's the face of the girl you were set to meet up with today. It's the face belonging to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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