Tuesday, March 19, 2013
New Beginning 996
“Fuck you, Dave,” Rob snaps.
I try. Honestly. No matter how hard I focus, I just can’t stop. I’m choking and my eyes are popping under the pressure of keeping my laughter in, Rob’s evil eye notwithstanding. Mary Elizabeth? Je. Sus. Our buddy, Jake, tagged her on Memorial Day, but he’d been shit-faced. And Jake had zero standards. Rob, he’s our Alpha Male. Leader of the Wolf Pack, for good reason. Girls cling to him like sweat on balls—and that’s usually where they cling, too.
“Later asshole,” he hisses.
“Wait! Just, hold on. I’ll,” I mean to say I’ll get my shit together, but I snort loudly and my ribs shake. He shoves me backward onto my bed and heads for the door. My cell buzzes. Despite himself, he can’t resist checking. He knows I let most calls go to voicemail. I’m not good at faking conversation with people I don’t know well. It’s easier if I can work out a strategy. Call ’em back on my terms. Or, not call them back.
“Unknown,” he mutters.
That can’t be good. “Let her leave a message,” I say, sure it’s my stalker. “Why’d you give Jessie my number, anyway?” I demand.
He ignores my question and flings the phone toward me.
Sure enough, it's Jessie. The voice confirms it, muffled but loud. "Don't hang up!" Like she read my mind.
"I've told you to stop stalking me," I tell her.
"I'm not stalking you. I've done something stupid and you're the only one who can help me."
"This better not be a game, Jessie. What do you want?"
"It's not a game. I'm trapped. Your bedroom closet doesn't open from the inside."
Opening: Veronica Rundell.....Continuation: Anon.