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Chapter 8
Thursday
For once I awoke before the alarm went off. It had been a very good
night's sleep. Well, after the brief nightmare, that is. I wasn't sure
what would happen if Darla and Sam ever had a conversation. I was
beginning to think that perhaps Sam wouldn't care at all. What had she
been doing to occupy her time, I wondered? Angry with myself for
wallowing, I thought perhaps a nice long shower would help. Although I
didn't have a private bath as Darla did, I did have sole access to the one
in the hall as Mom and Dad had their own bathroom. I was still half-asleep
and sat down on the commode not caring about gender issues and relieved
myself.
I pulled the shower curtain closed, reached in and adjusted the water
temperature before stepping into the fine mist. As I shampooed my hair I
wondered if I should be thinking about conditioners. I'd never used them
before, my hair looked all right, and at length I decided if it ain't
broke, don't fix it. Having scrubbed my entire body, I had no excuse for
staying in the shower though I didn't want to turn the water off. Somehow,
the fine spray of hot water always made me feel better. Knowing I couldn't
stay there all day I finally turned the water off, toweled dry and thought
about what to wear. Life was a lot easier just a week ago. I hadn't cared
anything about my appearance. Now I was worrying whether my top matched my
bottom! As most of the student body were now wearing jeans, I decided to
go with the flow and selected a clean pair from my drawer. I found a red
sport shirt in the back of the closet and put it on. I'd never worn it
before having thought in the past that it just wasn't me. I put on my
sneakers, put my books back in my bag and checked my appearance in the
mirror one last time before heading downstairs.
It was only 7:00 AM. I decided to make my lunch first and checked the
refrigerator for lunch meat. Thankfully, Mom had stopped at the store and
I made myself a turkey sandwich. All the while I was thinking about Sally
and how this would show her I wasn't a vegetarian. As I finished packing
my lunch Mom walked into the kitchen. "Good morning Mom," I greeted her.
"Morning sweetheart," she replied. "How did your study date go with
Darla?" she asked.
"I wouldn't exactly call it a date Mom. It went fine and while we're on
the subject I was wondering if we could do it again this evening? The last
exam of the year is on Friday and I really want to do my best. Besides,
Darla has been a big help. She's really good at this stuff."
Mom sighed audibly. "I suppose it'll be all right John. I take it you
won't be home for dinner again?"
"Well Mom, there really wouldn't be any time to study if I waited to have
dinner with you and Dad."
"OK sweetheart. I hope you know what you're doing though," she said
somewhat mysteriously.
As I had the time, I took the long way round to Darla's that morning. It
was a perfect spring day and I almost found myself looking forward to it.
Apparently Darla had been keeping an eye out for me because she came out
the door just as I arrived. "Good morning John! That's a very pretty shirt
you're wearing. Is it silk?" Was my shirt what? It did have a bit of a
slippery feel to it. I thought it was nice. Still, her enthusiastic
greeting made me break out in a wide grin.
"Someone seems happy today," she said. I smiled even wider, if that's
possible. "Are you having problems with your tongue?" I don't know why,
but sometimes Darla had that effect on me. I simply found myself unable to
speak in her presence. It didn't happen always, but often enough.
I finally managed to get my mouth in gear and greeted her properly. "Good
morning Darla! It's a gorgeous day, isn't it? It's a shame we have to
waste it at school." Though I'd never done it before, all at once the
thought of skipping school with Darla seemed extremely appealing.
She smiled at me and said "Let's go."
She started talking about the upcoming science exam tomorrow and wanted my
opinion as to what we should focus on that evening during our study date.
I informed her that it was way too early in the morning for me to be
thinking about science, but the fact of the matter was I hadn't a clue.
Seeing that I wasn't in the mood to discus anything serious, she switched
gears and asked me if I'd given any thought to attending the dance
tomorrow night. In truth, I had forgotten all about it and told her so.
What if I showed up with Darla and Sam was there? I started laughing as I
couldn't imagine Sam at a dance. Still, with all the strange things going
on of late, anything was possible.
"Are they going to have a band?" I asked her.
"No, silly, they are having a DJ. Some of the kids from the high school
take care of the entertainment. They do it as part of a class project."
"Well Darla, the thing is, I really don't know how to dance."
She laughed at that. "Do you think anyone else does?" I laughed at that
and honestly replied that I had no idea what they knew or didn't know. We
continued on in this fashion as we made our way to school. Talking to her
was becoming easier all the time and I found myself enjoying her
vivaciousness. Moments later we arrived at school and as she'd done
yesterday she told me she'd see me later. "Oh, I almost forgot, are you
coming over this evening?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, "I'll be there." She smiled at me and made her way
inside. I wasn't quite sure what to make of Darla's behavior. Was she just
being a friend or was it something more? The bell rang and I put away such
thoughts for the time being.
As I made my way to my locker I caught a glimpse of Sam. She and Billy
were walking down the hall together apparently lost in conversation.
Seeing her with him made me both angry and sad. I got the books that I'd
need from my locker for the morning classes and slammed the locker door
shut a lot harder than was required. I entered homeroom and took my seat.
I noticed that Mrs. Pembroke once again taking silent attendance. I
laughed aloud as I thought that perhaps with the end of the school year
less than three weeks away she had finally learned our names. I garnered a
few strange looks with my behavior but simply ignored them. Fortunately,
there was a freight train off on the horizon and I busied myself counting
the cars. I lost count a few times as my mind wandered off to more serious
matters and in the end, I gave up.
The morning classes just sped by and before I knew what was happening the
lunch bell was ringing. I was detained slightly before entering the
cafeteria and when I arrived most of the students had already been seated.
Once again Duncan occupied my former seat. I'm not sure what I'd have done
if it had been empty, but, I don't think I'd have sat down. As I passed my
former table I heard Billy say loud enough for anyone to hear. "Ah, look,
there goes Joan off to sit with 'her' new girlfriends." At that my former
friends broke into laughter, including Sam. I felt my face turn crimson,
but I had the presence of mind to offer a response.
"They're a helluva lot nicer than the girls I used to eat lunch with." The
four of them went dumb. Just a few tables away however, Darla and Sally
broke into laughter. I guess they had been watching the entire affair.
Sarah however remained silent. Ah well, two out of three ain't bad.
I sat in what was my new seat and began unpacking my lunch. I was almost
finished doing so when Sarah broke out. "I thought I told you that you
weren't welcome here?" I looked first to Darla and then to Sally but they
both just sat there staring at their food as if it was the most
fascinating thing in the universe.
At length I replied, "But I thought?" to which Sarah responded, "You
thought wrong. Now go find yourself someplace else to sit." I waited a
moment to see if Darla would at last rescue me, but she just sat there
silently. Finally I replied, "I never go where I'm not wanted," and began
re-packing my lunch. I gave one last look to Darla and quickly got up and
left. At that point, I couldn't see myself sitting with anyone for lunch.
Students were not permitted out of the building during lunch time, but I
didn't care. I simply couldn't stay there. I quickly made my way out of
the cafeteria without gathering any looks from the monitors. I made my way
out the back door and found myself sitting on the steps. I was crushed. I
folded my arms across my knees and put my head down as the tears flowed
steadily. What the hell had I done to deserve this, I wondered?
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and I decided to make my way back
inside. I was not in the mood for any adult intervention and the only way
to avoid that was by being invisible. The best way to remain invisible was
to be where you were supposed to be, when you were supposed to be there.
With my physical presence known, everyone just left me alone. The
afternoon whizzed by in a fog. The final bell of the day rang and as I
headed for the exit Darla said to me, "John, you're still coming over this
evening, aren't you?"
I looked at her like she was out of her mind and kept walking.
There were indeed 144 cracks on the route home. Every time I thought
things couldn't get any worse, they did. That reminded me of a joke I'd
heard, though I didn't understand it at the time. Pessimist: "Oh no,
things couldn't possibly get any worse!" Optimist: "Oh yes they can!" I
really didn't want to go home and I didn't think Mom was expecting me.
After my experience at the beach the other day, I decided to take a walk
to the park. That was a mistake. I was sitting on the swings going as high
as I could when they appeared. The new "fantastic four" appeared with
gloves and bats and balls and began playing ball. Thankfully, they hadn't
seen me. Wanting to get out of the area as quickly as possible I jumped
from the swing as it was arcing towards the top. I was flying and came
down in a heap about fifteen feet from my starting point.
I didn't even think about moving, though I was pretty sure I was all
right. I must have lost about a pint of water in tears before I decided
that I couldn't lay there forever. The four of them were lost in their
game as I lifted myself up. I made my way out the long way behind the
swings and through the woods. This was getting ridiculous, I thought. I
searched my mind thoroughly for ONE good thing going on in my life and I
came up empty. Deciding that decrying boys or girls wasn't getting me
anywhere, I simply muttered, "People." All the way home I found myself
singing that old quasi nursery rhyme: "Nobody loves me, everybody hates
me, I think I'll eat a worm." I arrived home and made my way inside. "Mom,
I'm home!"
"Did you have a good day dear?" she asked with some concern in her voice.
"Yes Mom, I did! I'm going up to my room for a bit to take a nap, all
right?" There were some pains that moms just couldn't cure.
"OK sweetheart, I'll wake you up at 5 o'clock You don't want to nap too
long or you won't be able to sleep tonight."
"Thanks Mom," I replied and made my way for my room. Not ten minutes later
she shouted up to me.
"John, it's your friend Darla on the phone!"
I felt like saying, "OK Mom, tell her to go to hell!" in the end I said,
"OK Mom, thanks! I got it!" I picked up the extension and waited till I
heard mom's click. Darla began to say something and I placed the phone
back on the receiver.
Five minutes later, my mother was screaming at me again. "John, it's
Darla! Pick up the phone."
I picked up the phone and said my voice trembling, "What do you want?"
"John, I'm so sorry," she began.
"So am I." I interrupted and hung up on her yet again. It only took her
two minutes to call back this time. I picked up the phone myself and
waited for her to speak.
"Please John, just come over at seven as we planned and I'll explain
everything."
"If I agree will you promise to stop ringing my phone every two minutes?"
"YES!" she said enthusiastically.
"I'll see you later Darla and please don't call again." I hung up the
phone. I looked at the clock and noticed that I still had time for a power
nap. As upset as I was with Darla I was glad that she'd called. I then
found myself wondering whether this was going to turn out the same way it
had with Sam a few days earlier. One way to test my theory about romance
screwing things up. Darla and I had not been romantic, though...
Five PM arrived and my mother, more reliable than an alarm clock awakened
me. "Time to get up," her voice echoed through the hallways.
I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I'd cried more in these last few
days than I had in my entire life. I thought crying was something only
little kids did? I took care of business and washed my face. I had no
desire to make myself "pretty" for anyone that afternoon. I just checked
my face to make sure a human being was staring back at me. I sighed
audibly as I remembered to twist those damned earrings. I was beginning to
associate all of my troubles starting with the holes placed in my ears. I
considered this for a moment and realized that wasn't the case. One last
look in the mirror, I gave myself my best fake smile.
I made my way downstairs and felt a serious rumbling in my tummy. I hadn't
eaten anything since breakfast. I entered the kitchen and checked out the
refrigerator. Not being wasteful, I retrieved my uneaten sandwich from
lunch time and filled a bowl with potato salad. Mom did make the best
potato salad I'd ever tasted. I poured myself a glass of milk and sat down
to eat.
"What's that you're eating John?" Mom asked.
"Ah just some of your delicious potato salad," I replied.
"No, I meant the sandwich. If you're eating that now, you'll have nothing
to take for lunch tomorrow."
"That's all right, Mom," I said hoping that she wouldn't open the
refrigerator, see the substantial amount of turkey remaining and put the
entire story together.
"All right dear, it's your call. I guess we can save that frozen dinner
for another time?" she mused. As she said that I found myself thinking of
the possibility of attending tomorrow night's dance.
"So, how are your ears holding up?" she asked me. I told her good so far
and asked for how much longer I'd have to keep twisting them. Mom said
that about three more weeks should do it. That seemed like an eternity to
me and I said so. She laughed at my reply and told me I should be thankful
she hadn't had two holes placed in each ear as she'd originally planned. I
was seriously beginning to wonder whether my mother had some serious
mental illness that I hadn't been told about.
"Yes Mom, well next time we go there I want to find out about getting my
nipples pierced." That woke her up and shut her up. I laughed silently at
my creative abilities. In an attempt to change the subject I asked her,
"Is everything all right with Dad?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I told her "Well, when I came home last night you two practically ignored
me."
Mom went silent for a moment before replying, "Yes, John, everything's
fine." Just the way she said it, I found myself thinking that grown-ups
had their secrets too.
I finished eating, cleaned off my plates and placed them in the
dishwasher. I asked Mom if she was going to be ok before taking my leave.
She assured me again that everything was fine and told me I'd better get a
move on or I'd be late for my study date. I cringed visibly at that. Mom
noticed, but didn't say anything. I figured she knew something was up. I
made my way back to my room and once again emptied my bag of everything
but my science books. I seriously doubted that I'd be at Darla's long
enough to do any studying, but decided to give her the benefit of the
doubt. I found myself in the bathroom yet again, staring at my reflection.
Was I turning into some kind of narcissist? As that thought entered my
head, I turned away from the mirror.
"Mom, I'm going!"
"Just make sure you're home by 9:30, Joan," she replied.
For awhile there I thought we were done with the "Joan" business but, I
guess it wasn't going to disappear that easily. That was one thing I
didn't miss about Sam. Her new insistence on calling me "Joan" and "girl"
all the time. All right, perhaps I wasn't being honest with myself, but at
that very moment that's how I felt. I made my way to Darla's trying to
imagine just what type of excuses she might have concocted for her
behavior at lunch time. I couldn't come up with anything that made sense
and decided to just go and "let the chips fall where they may". Another
old expression I'd heard my Dad use many times but I still have no idea
what it means... potato chips?
Looking at my watch, I noticed that it was almost seven. Not wanting to
appear too eager, I made myself walk around the block. I arrived back at
7:05 PM. Darla answered the door before I could ring the bell.
"Well, you would have been on time if you hadn't walked round the block
before returning," she commented.
How did she know I walked around the block? Her comment made me a wee bit
uneasy.
"Please come inside."
I entered hesitantly and wondered where her parents were. "Dad is still at
the hospital," she informed me, "and Mom had some kind of meeting tonight
that she couldn't miss." This should have been every fourteen year old
boy's dream but I found that it simply made me nervous.
"Are you sure my being here is all right?" I asked her.
She looked at me like I had a screw loose and replied, "Yes John, it's
fine. Let's go upstairs."
There was no place on this earth I'd rather have gone at that moment but I
found myself saying, "Wait, we can talk here first. I believe you have
some explaining to do?"
She begged me to join her upstairs and told me that she'd explain it all
in a minute. I had no idea what I was doing. I did like Darla and did hope
that we could be closer "friends". I decided to put my hesitancy issues
away and just speak from the heart.
"OK Darla, let's go."
She smiled at that and reached for my hand as we ascended the stairs. Not
sure why, but I did let her hold my hand as we made our way upstairs. We
entered her room and she went to close the door.
"Darla, please leave the door open," I said.
She looked at me like I was nuts but replied, "All right John."
"So, what is it you want to say to me?" I asked, tired of beating about
the bush.
"Well John, it's like this. Sarah and I have been best friends since third
grade when her family first moved to our town. As we grew older our
relationship evolved into something more than just friendship." Sarah's
comment to me that I was ruining everything was beginning to make sense.
"John, the fact of the matter is: Sarah thinks she's in love with me." I
was more confused than I'd been just moments ago. How does one merely
"think" they're in love with someone and, more importantly, how does one
tell the difference?
"That still doesn't explain your behavior at the lunch table this
afternoon," I replied.
Darla stood there staring at me with tears beginning to find an escape
route from her eyes. I stood my ground and decided that I wasn't going to
be manipulated by such gestures ever again.
At last she said, "You're right John, it doesn't. There is no excuse for
my behavior this afternoon. I can only promise you it will never happen
again and hope that you can forgive me."
I considered her statement for the longest time. I did understand her, I
could forgive her, but found myself wondering if she'd do the same for me
and my relationship with Sam? And, if the situation was reversed, would I
abandon Sam for her? I honestly answered myself no, though I felt no need
to inform Darla to my thought processes. Yes, we were kids and yes, kids
weren't supposed to know anything. But, I knew that all Sam had to do was
say the word and I'd drop Darla like a hot potato.
At last, back to the topic at hand I asked her, "And what happens tomorrow
at lunch time?"
Her whole body began to shake and she burst into tears. "I don't know
John," she cried.
I felt so bad for her at that moment. I found myself with my arms around
her, hugging her close, telling her we'd work it all out somehow. She
melted in my arms. I knew that experience having done the same in Sam's
embrace.
"It's going to be all right Darla, I promise."
She had more faith in my words than I did as I felt all of the tension
easing out of her body.
I held her close like that for more than a while. At first she'd buried
her head in my shoulders, but finally she reached up with her face and
kissed me full on the lips. Her lips were soft and tender. Their caress
soft and delicate. I found myself wanting to hold her and protect her from
everything and anything. She looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "Oh
John!"
I smiled at that. This was very different from holding and kissing Sam. In
Darla's eyes I was all boy and I had to admit that felt good. I found
myself more confused than I'd ever been about the role of gender in
relationships. I was beginning to come to the conclusion that gender as
such didn't matter, what mattered was how two people felt about each
other. Sam wanted me to be her "girl" and that was good and Darla wanted
me to be her "man" and that was good too. Somehow, I didn't think life was
meant to be this confusing.
"Darla," I whispered.
"Yes John?" she inquired.
"I think we really need to devote some time to studying."
She smiled at that and considered me the practical one. I wasn't sure how
comfortable I felt in that role, but knew that I cared for this person
very much and didn't want to hurt her. We made our way to the study table
and spent the next hour and a half going over the material.
"Well?" I asked. "Do you think we're going to survive this ordeal?"
"If we don't, you have to promise to walk me to summer school every day,"
she said and burst out laughing. As I was packing up my books I found my
eyes once again lost on her makeup table.
"You really are fond of that table, aren't you? Is there something you're
not telling me?"
I blushed and smiled simultaneously and told her we could talk about it
another time. She accepted that and asked me if I'd walk her to school
tomorrow. I replied that I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do as I
said my goodbyes.
The walk home was uneventful. I entered the front door and made my
presence known.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" A soft "woof" greeted me. "Hello? Anybody home?"
"In here John," came my mother's voice from the kitchen.
I walked in and there was Mom sitting at the table alone. She looked as
though she'd been crying.
"Is everything all right Mom?" I asked with serious concern in my voice.
"Where's Dad?"
She sat there staring at the table and told me that Dad had a very
important court case in the morning and would be spending the night in a
motel near the courthouse. That sounded reasonable enough, I supposed, but
Dad had never done anything like that before. I walked over to her and
gave her the biggest hug I could muster. She smiled at that and asked me
how things had gone at Darla's.
"I feel confident about tomorrow's test," I lied, hoping that would be
answer enough for her. She smiled again and told me I'd better get up to
bed so that I'd be well rested for tomorrow's exam. I wanted to ask her if
it'd be all right if I went to the dance tomorrow, but seeing that sad
look in her eyes I decided that it could wait. I hugged her again, kissed
her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear. "I love you Mom. You're the
best!"
"Goodnight," we both said simultaneously and I made my way to my room.
I lay in bed wondering just what was going to happen at lunch tomorrow.
Would Sam ever speak to me again? Then there was that damned science test
to worry about too. It just seemed like more stress than someone of my
tender age should have to deal with. That last thought made me smile and I
got up and prepared myself for bed. I checked my alarm clock to make sure
it was turned on. No need to adjust the time as I'd be heading to Darla's
for the third day in a row. I turned out the light and waited for sleep to
embrace me. It didn't take long................
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