Page 3 of Wee, wee, wee, as you burn
Standing in the middle of the train tracks of the old abandoned station, with Olive and Sadie at my side. I look down at them, and they look up at me, then to the scene before me.
“What is this?” I ask.
“Something you need to see,” Olive responds.
“This is the whole reason we are here,” Sadie adds in, and I look at the girl who lies in the tracks, screaming for help as a boy holds her down while others take advantage of her.
“Hey assholes, stop. Leave her alone!” I yell, but my voice is like a whisper, and no one can hear me. “We need to help her,” I say, looking down at the dolls.
“We can’t,” Olive says.
“No one can, not even Tripp,” Sadie sighs.
“Why are they doing this?” I ask in a panic as the girl's screams ring through my ears and I’m jolted awake.
Looking around my room with wide eyes, I pant, trying to catch my breath as I notice Olive and Sadie, tucked at my sides.What the fuck? How did they get in bed with me?Pulling theblanket off my sweaty body, I place the dolls back in the rocking chair and get ready for school. Walking into my closet, I pick out an outfit: black leggings and an off-the-shoulder oversized band t-shirt. Placing the items on my bed, I head for a shower.
An hour later, with my hair curled down my back and my makeup done, I take one last look at myself and nod before sliding on my white air forces. Grabbing my bag and phone, I shut the door behind me and walk down the stairs. The first thing I see is my younger brother Burt, scarfing down a bowl of cereal like an animal. I shake my head and grab a banana, peeling it open and taking a bite. As I chew, I walk to the fridge and pull out an energy drink, cracking it open. Taking a huge gulp, I’m ready to tackle the day.
“I’m out, Burt, see you at school,” I tell him, and he waves me off. My parents both work, so they are long gone before we even wake up. My mom is a detective at the local police department, and my father owns his own landscaping business. He takes care of the entire development we live in, except for that one house in the cul-de-sac. We’ve been told never to go over there, that the lady who lives there is batshit crazy. I’ve seen her from time to time, and she doesn’t look crazy to me. She’s gorgeous, and I will never understand the rumors.
Walking out of the house, I start my journey to school. Quinn would drive us, and we would blast music, singing at the tops of our lungs, laughing our asses off at how horrible we sounded.I miss her; this fucking sucks.
Kicking a rock as I wipe my tears, I finally make it out of the neighborhood and continue to walk through the busy town. It’s small but always hectic this time of the morning. A horn honking makes me jump, and I look to see who it is as a drink comes flying towards me, and I quickly move out of the way. Giggles fly by, and I grit my teeth. Those bitches are going to get it. I’m usually not a violent person, but the bullies at this fucking schoolbring out my crazy and cause the intrusive thoughts to flood my mind.
Pulling my bag higher on my shoulder, I reach into my pocket, taking out my earbuds and pressing play on my phone. The need to drown out the silence weighs heavily on my mind. It’s been way too quiet lately for my liking, and all it does is send me deeper into my head, and that’s not somewhere I want to be.
Arriving at Wisteria High School, I climb the steps and enter the building, going straight for my locker. Turning the dial, I enter the combination, open the door, put away my backpack, and grab the books I need for first period. The warning bell rings, and I shut the locker then walk down the busy hallway, weaving in and out of people rushing to class. Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and pulls me into the small dark hallway, the one with the broken vending machines lined up against the wall. I yelp and stumble, but strong arms steady me, pulling me deeper into the darkness and pressing me against the cold tile wall.
“Hey, beautiful,” Vaughn says, and a blush creeps up my cheeks.
“Oh, hi Vaughn,” I squeak, and he smirks.Why does he make me nervous?
“I thought you were going to call me last night?” He asks, and I sigh as his finger plays with one of my curls and his other hand lies gently against my hip.
“I was, but I was told to stay away from you,” I tell him and his eyes widen, then narrow.
“Who told you that, Pumpkin?” He asks, and I cringe at the nickname. What girl would want to be called something fat and orange? Boys are so fucking stupid. I roll my eyes as he licks his lips.
“Clara and her pack of cunts.” I say, and he laughs.
“Pack of cunts? I like that. Don’t listen to them. They ain’t shit. No one owns me, unless you want to,” he asks, raising a brow, and I laugh.
“Yeah, okay. Anyway, they tried jumping me last night. So I really wasn’t in the mood to talk. Sorry.” I say, dismissing him, but his thumb finds my chin, pulling it up to look at him.
“I have a game tonight. I want you to come cheer me on,” he breathes, inching closer to me as his eyes flick to my lips, then back up to mine.
“I don’t know Vaughn. I–” but he cuts me off, pressing his lips lightly against mine, and I freeze. This is the first time a boy other than Jeremy has kissed me. He pulls away, licking his lips.
“I love your lip gloss, Pumpkin. Come to my game, please, baby. Don’t make me beg,” he chuckles, and I giggle.
“Fine, what time is it?” I ask, and he smiles.
“Seven tonight,” he says, reaching into his bag and handing me a shirt.His jersey, holy shit.“Wear it, and I’ll see you later,” He says, pressing his lips against mine again, and this time, I don’t freeze. I inch my tongue out to taste him, and he sucks it into his mouth, gripping my hips, pulling me against his ripped body. He groans as my hands roam up his chest and then down to his stomach. He pulls away with a smirk. “See you later, Beautiful.” He whispers, then turns and leaves me panting against the wall of the dark hallway.Holy shit!
The bell rings, and I head to class with tingling lips and soaked panties.Shit!
The school day flew by, and I’m nothing but a ball of excitement. Getting home, I run up the stairs, wanting to get ready even though I have a few hours to spare. I change my clothes and slip on Vaughn's jersey. It’s a little tight over my breasts, but I’ll be fine. I sit in front of my mirror and figure if I’m doing this, then I’m going all the way in. Taking out my Halloween makeup, Idraw his number on my cheek and put my hair in a high ponytail and find a black and red ribbon to put in my hair. Checking myself over, I’m pleased with how I look for my first ever football game.
