Post by Jake Wallace on Jun 13, 2006 1:03:25 GMT -4
Wynne had freed herself from his grip, which didn’t really bother Jake. He ran his hands through his hair, and looked up at the ceiling, blowing upwards, as if he was expelling more smoke. Wynne threw him a dirty a look, to which Jake exclaimed, “What? I’m fucking serious, she’s stoned out of her fucking mind. I would fucking know, right? Since you’re so fucking concerned with everything I fucking breathe. Like, Goddamn, Wynne, I smoked pot, whatever. You should too, you look like a fucking nun. And she can fucking count, look one, two three.”
He and Wynne had been in fights before. When he made fun of her little brother’s handwriting by calling it girly, she snapped at him, and Jake had replied, smart as he was, “Look, it doesn’t matter if your brother’s gay.” When she found his stash for the first time, when he came to her drunk for the first time, when he referred to her as “skanky” for the first time, even when he had tested Mimi’s breast implants over the summer (and that one wasn’t fair-she had asked him to feel how real they were. He offered that Wynne could feel too, or that Eric could do the same to Wynne, but she didn’t take to either of his ideas very well).
So he was kind of insensitive sometimes. He was just sort of like an untrained dog; if you let him piss in the house, then he would. All you had to do was scold him, seriously chastise him, and he’d wake up and smell the piss. Wynne had never really been one for the scolding. She normally stopped talking to him when she was angry, and then when Jake apologized, she would slowly warm back up. Love had been his only leash, and all dogs went awry when they weren’t punished.
Let’s face it: neither of them were very experienced when it came to relationships. The closest thing Jake had to a girlfriend before Wynne was his friend Alice, who he had sort of a Creepy-Eighties-Movie relationship with. He and both his best friends had a crush on her. She had kissed them all, just out of curiosity as to what kissing was like. He and Alice had fooled around a little, just as Troy and Alice, and Ely and Alice, but then Alice dumped all three of them for some chump named Simon. Jake and his buddies had been acquainted with Simon only because he was the only guy in their school who wore tight jeans, band shirts, and still got hella chicks because he cut his hair weird and shaved his chest (what hair there was to shave).
Somewhere, he knew he had crossed the line, sort of like when he asked Wynne if she was PMSing. He wouldn’t have said nearly as much if he was at his best, but you never did something that was completely out of character for yourself when under any influence. Maybe he should have immediately shut up, and told her that he didn’t mean it, that was dumb, he took it back. But when stoned, Jake thought an adequate apology would be looking bitterly at Hadley, and then back at Wynne, who had been glancing in her direction, and saying:
“And fuck, stop staring at Hadley Chase. She’s so fucked up I wouldn’t fucking touch her if you paid me. So you don’t have to get all pissy about her.”
Jake rubbed his temples, the silence in the kitchen overwhelming. All he could hear was stupid Jade’s bitchy, mindless insults. Most of the time, he let whatever Jade say slide, especially because he knew what she might do if he pissed her off too bad. Now, however, he was suddenly done being calm. His heart rate was already elevated because of the grass, and he felt himself edging on the side of panic that marijuana could sometime induce. It took all the personal restraint he could muster not to should “Shut UP!” at her. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and grabbed Wynne’s wrist.
“Wynne, I can’t fucking talk to you with this stupid fucking bitch breathing in your fucking ear. Please, let’s go.”
He didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t quite sure what he didn’t care about yet, but he was sure that as soon as he got outside and was able to breathe, he might be able to figure it out. Jade was probably the reason they had so many fights in the first place; she followed Wynne like a fucking shadow, and said needless, rude, bitchy things all the time because she was too fat and dumb and pathetic to be able to dredge up anything impartial, or even borderline polite. He had never heard her say anything nice even to Seth, the poor bastard. What the fuck was he thinking? Maybe she was really good in bed. If only he could say this shit to her face and not fear for his well-being.
It was no wonder Jade had no friends-she was the biggest bitch in the whole world. No, wait, she had a friend, and lo and behold, it was Wynne. Wynne was smart and all, but when it came to best friends, she obviously was lacking some major brain cells. When Jake was feeling particularly resentful towards Jade (like now) he felt like asking Wynne if she was socially retarded or something.
The worst part was, Wynne just took it. Jade fat-assed around and said bitchy things right in Jake’s face, and Wynne hardly ever said anything. If she said bitchy things when Jake was around, what did she talk Wynne into doing while he wasn’t there? Jade was even kind of mean to Wynne, with her stupid, dry, condescending comments that seemed to flow without end from her mouth like the Niagra Falls.
Jake was building up a speech in his mind, and he was sure Wynne was too. Although stoned, Jake was perfectly capable of yelling, especially on the rare occasion that his trip strayed from relaxing to panicky. He slammed the door behind them, and then wheeled around to face her, the music muffled behind the walls.
“Okay, Wynne, whatever,” he began, blinking. “ First, I just want to fucking say you can’t be serious when you say that fucking bitch is your best friend. Tell me one good thing about her. That she chews you out, all passive-aggressive, but when it comes t-time to actually fucking…set someone on fire, you’re under her wing? Because I can understand that, but you don’t need to fuckin’ hang out with her all the time. She walks…all fucking over you.”
Something made a bang inside, and Jake jumped.
“Second…I’m fucking sorry…that I didn’t tell you I still fucking…smoke pot sometimes.” His voice was quieter now, but more rushed. “Third, I’m sorry…I…fuck, I can’t think.” He took a deep, rattling breath. “I said all that shit in there, I know I’m a fucking jerk. And fourth…there is no fucking fourth. Fuck four. Four sucks. Four is like you and me and Seth and Jade, and Seth and Jade suck. I bet Jade sucks. I bet she sucks all the time because that’s the only fucking reason I can fucking think of as to why Seth is still fucking around with her.”
He didn’t know if it was the cold, or his heart rate, but he was shaking. He put his hands over his face and breathed in, trying to regain his cool. He almost never lost face, but the only times he did was around Wynne. He sank down onto the grass, and then spread out, face down in the grass. He sucked in again, but this time breathing in a different kind of grass.
[If you can’t tell, Jake swears a lot when he’s high…
He swears a lot normally, but whatever.
*silence*
*looks arond*
...King of the bongo...king of the bongo bong....]
He and Wynne had been in fights before. When he made fun of her little brother’s handwriting by calling it girly, she snapped at him, and Jake had replied, smart as he was, “Look, it doesn’t matter if your brother’s gay.” When she found his stash for the first time, when he came to her drunk for the first time, when he referred to her as “skanky” for the first time, even when he had tested Mimi’s breast implants over the summer (and that one wasn’t fair-she had asked him to feel how real they were. He offered that Wynne could feel too, or that Eric could do the same to Wynne, but she didn’t take to either of his ideas very well).
So he was kind of insensitive sometimes. He was just sort of like an untrained dog; if you let him piss in the house, then he would. All you had to do was scold him, seriously chastise him, and he’d wake up and smell the piss. Wynne had never really been one for the scolding. She normally stopped talking to him when she was angry, and then when Jake apologized, she would slowly warm back up. Love had been his only leash, and all dogs went awry when they weren’t punished.
Let’s face it: neither of them were very experienced when it came to relationships. The closest thing Jake had to a girlfriend before Wynne was his friend Alice, who he had sort of a Creepy-Eighties-Movie relationship with. He and both his best friends had a crush on her. She had kissed them all, just out of curiosity as to what kissing was like. He and Alice had fooled around a little, just as Troy and Alice, and Ely and Alice, but then Alice dumped all three of them for some chump named Simon. Jake and his buddies had been acquainted with Simon only because he was the only guy in their school who wore tight jeans, band shirts, and still got hella chicks because he cut his hair weird and shaved his chest (what hair there was to shave).
Somewhere, he knew he had crossed the line, sort of like when he asked Wynne if she was PMSing. He wouldn’t have said nearly as much if he was at his best, but you never did something that was completely out of character for yourself when under any influence. Maybe he should have immediately shut up, and told her that he didn’t mean it, that was dumb, he took it back. But when stoned, Jake thought an adequate apology would be looking bitterly at Hadley, and then back at Wynne, who had been glancing in her direction, and saying:
“And fuck, stop staring at Hadley Chase. She’s so fucked up I wouldn’t fucking touch her if you paid me. So you don’t have to get all pissy about her.”
Jake rubbed his temples, the silence in the kitchen overwhelming. All he could hear was stupid Jade’s bitchy, mindless insults. Most of the time, he let whatever Jade say slide, especially because he knew what she might do if he pissed her off too bad. Now, however, he was suddenly done being calm. His heart rate was already elevated because of the grass, and he felt himself edging on the side of panic that marijuana could sometime induce. It took all the personal restraint he could muster not to should “Shut UP!” at her. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and grabbed Wynne’s wrist.
“Wynne, I can’t fucking talk to you with this stupid fucking bitch breathing in your fucking ear. Please, let’s go.”
He didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t quite sure what he didn’t care about yet, but he was sure that as soon as he got outside and was able to breathe, he might be able to figure it out. Jade was probably the reason they had so many fights in the first place; she followed Wynne like a fucking shadow, and said needless, rude, bitchy things all the time because she was too fat and dumb and pathetic to be able to dredge up anything impartial, or even borderline polite. He had never heard her say anything nice even to Seth, the poor bastard. What the fuck was he thinking? Maybe she was really good in bed. If only he could say this shit to her face and not fear for his well-being.
It was no wonder Jade had no friends-she was the biggest bitch in the whole world. No, wait, she had a friend, and lo and behold, it was Wynne. Wynne was smart and all, but when it came to best friends, she obviously was lacking some major brain cells. When Jake was feeling particularly resentful towards Jade (like now) he felt like asking Wynne if she was socially retarded or something.
The worst part was, Wynne just took it. Jade fat-assed around and said bitchy things right in Jake’s face, and Wynne hardly ever said anything. If she said bitchy things when Jake was around, what did she talk Wynne into doing while he wasn’t there? Jade was even kind of mean to Wynne, with her stupid, dry, condescending comments that seemed to flow without end from her mouth like the Niagra Falls.
Jake was building up a speech in his mind, and he was sure Wynne was too. Although stoned, Jake was perfectly capable of yelling, especially on the rare occasion that his trip strayed from relaxing to panicky. He slammed the door behind them, and then wheeled around to face her, the music muffled behind the walls.
“Okay, Wynne, whatever,” he began, blinking. “ First, I just want to fucking say you can’t be serious when you say that fucking bitch is your best friend. Tell me one good thing about her. That she chews you out, all passive-aggressive, but when it comes t-time to actually fucking…set someone on fire, you’re under her wing? Because I can understand that, but you don’t need to fuckin’ hang out with her all the time. She walks…all fucking over you.”
Something made a bang inside, and Jake jumped.
“Second…I’m fucking sorry…that I didn’t tell you I still fucking…smoke pot sometimes.” His voice was quieter now, but more rushed. “Third, I’m sorry…I…fuck, I can’t think.” He took a deep, rattling breath. “I said all that shit in there, I know I’m a fucking jerk. And fourth…there is no fucking fourth. Fuck four. Four sucks. Four is like you and me and Seth and Jade, and Seth and Jade suck. I bet Jade sucks. I bet she sucks all the time because that’s the only fucking reason I can fucking think of as to why Seth is still fucking around with her.”
He didn’t know if it was the cold, or his heart rate, but he was shaking. He put his hands over his face and breathed in, trying to regain his cool. He almost never lost face, but the only times he did was around Wynne. He sank down onto the grass, and then spread out, face down in the grass. He sucked in again, but this time breathing in a different kind of grass.
[If you can’t tell, Jake swears a lot when he’s high…
He swears a lot normally, but whatever.
*silence*
*looks arond*
...King of the bongo...king of the bongo bong....]