Second Chances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose
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9:55 PM
I have to find Amber.
She couldn't have gone far. I only saw her at most five minutes ago.
Maybe she went back to her table.
I pushed Tim aside and I ran into the cafeteria. The dance was clearing
out. About twenty people were left on the dance floor dancing to Donna
Summer's "Last Dance". I checked Amber's table. Nobody was there. It
was empty. No purses or other personal items.
Maybe I can get a teacher to help. I scanned for the chaperones.
Nowhere to be found. Figures. The one time I need them.
Did she leave with the other cheerleaders already?
I unstrapped off my shoes, kicked them off, picked them up and sprinted
barefoot back into the hallway, past Chase and Tim. I burst through the
school doors and out into the parking lot.
I stood there scanning the parking lot. I saw them there at the far end
of the parking lot. Brittany, Jess, and Amber.
Oh, Thank God. She's with her friends. I let out a sigh of relief. My
heart was beating way too fast, and I think I've been holding my breath
since I let go of Tim.
I turned around and headed back to the school. I was finally breathing
and catching my breath. Chase was at the door looking at me, concerned.
"It's OK," I said smiling at him. "False alarm. She's fine."
Just then I heard a scream. A chill went down my spine.
I turned around to see Amber throw Brittany to the pavement. I tensed
up. Balled my fists. My anger level skyrocketed. That bitch! Here I
was concerned about her. She's bullying her own friends now!
I need to step in. I could hear the girls yelling at each other from
here.
"Give me the keys!" Jess yelled at Amber. "You can't drive.
Brittany got back up and yelled at her best friend. "I can't believe
you, Amber! This is the second straight week we have to deal with your
drunk ass!"
"You're supposed to be my friends!" Amber yelled. "I'm fine! Don't tell
me I can't drive!"
As I took another step I paused. This event just triggered something in
my head. A memory. Another repressed memory. This time it was the one
I've been trying to unlock. Think Chris. This is the key to this whole
thing. The memory I had repressed came crashing back like water bursting
through a damn. I dropped my shoes as the memory flooded back.
**
It was the Sunday afternoon after homecoming. Mom and Dad were out
grocery shopping for tonight's dinner. Cindy was watching TV.
I was sitting on my computer, programming and replaying a whole series of
regrets from last night in my head. I didn't enjoy the homecoming dance.
I didn't dance at all. My date wasn't even interested in dancing. She
sat there all evening and chit-chatted with her friends. Granted I was
there with Ron, but we talk every day so we really didn't have much to
say last night. I sat there watching all of my fellow classmates having
fun. There was one opportunity I thought I should have really have
taken. When my date went off somewhere with her friend, I noticed a girl
sitting at the cheerleaders table looking miserable. I think she's in my
gym class this year. She's so sad. I should really ask her to dance.
Nah, She's out of my league. God, I wish I knew how to dance, I
would've attempted to sweep this sad girl off her feet. Before I knew
it, my date came back asking to go home. We left early. Like an hour
early. What a waste. My last homecoming dance in high school and I'm
left at 9 o'clock.
I heard the phone ring. I didn't get up to get it, I'll let Cindy get
it. Cindy always has the cordless phone anyway. It was likely Jill or
one of her cheer friends gossiping about last night. I heard Cindy pick
up the phone and run upstairs.
I stared at my monitor a little longer. My regrets were getting in the
way of my creativity. I typed a few more lines of code.
Then I heard a blood-curdling scream.
Cindy?
I rushed out of the den to find her. It came from upstairs. I rushed up
the steps and to Cindy's room. She was sitting on her bed. Her face was
white, her eyes were glassed over, filled with tears and she was staring
off into the distance. The look on her face was as if she was in pain.
She looked at me, turned off the phone and dropped it. It rolled off her
lap and hit the floor.
"Cindy, what happened? What's wrong?"
"Tony," she said, choking up. "Do you know Amber? The head
cheerleader?"
"No," I said. I really didn't keep track of her cheer friends. I tried
my hardest to keep to myself.
"Well she-" Cindy choked up. Unable to get the rest of the sentence
out. "Died in a car accident last night".
She is overwhelmed and starts crying.
A chill runs through me. A classmate of ours died? Nah. That kinda
stuff doesn't happen at our school. That's for those after-school
specials.
"I. I'm sorry," I said, sitting down on her bed to comfort her. I
hugged my sister. "What happened?"
"She was drunk driving," she said.
"Why didn't anyone stop her?"
"They tried. She wouldn't listen to anyone. She never listens to
anyone. She was always so stubborn. She ignored them and drove away."
"I'm- so sorry." I started tearing up. This was too much. I couldn't
stand Cindy in this much pain. Did one of my classmates really just die
last night? One of Cindy's friends? Did I know them?
"It's my fault Tony. I wished bad things would happen to her. I hated
her."
My sister? Hate someone? That's not like her. "It's not your fault," I
said, choking up myself.
"She treated me like shit at cheerleading. She made fun of you in front
of my face. But she didn't deserve this. I didn't mean to wish this.
She didn't deserve this." Her talking was replaced by sobs.
This cheerleader bullying my sister because of me? Those feelings of
vulnerability came back. I wanted to lash out at the world. My own
thoughts betraying me... But there's no longer anyone to lash out at. I
was powerless. I hugged Cindy harder as we both cried. I was a failure
at being a brother.
**
I put my hands over my mouth unable to talk.
I can't think. I can't talk. I can't move. I feel like I'm paralyzed.
I turned back to Chase. Chase was talking to me but I didn't hear him.
This was it? I have to save Amber from dying tonight. Amber, my rival.
Amber, the one who I've been fighting with for two weeks. She's been
bullying me. She's been bullying Cindy in both timelines. This was the
girl I was supposed to save?
The realization of what I actually had to do hit me like a ton of bricks.
The guardian angel said I had to choose. It was my choice.
I had to choose between Chase and Amber.
I had to choose between Christina and Tony.
This isn't fair!
I felt like I was locked into this moment. This was how it was always
going to go down. The guardian angel knew. They tried talking me out of
failing for Chase. They also told me I'd have to live with the
consequences if I didn't do anything.
As I took my first step, I knew. I couldn't live with the consequences.
Watching Amber die again. Watching Cindy mourn again. Watching the
school morn again. Watching this girl who clearly needed help, not get
it. I needed to intervene. Amber needs me. Whatever demons she has,
this can't be how it ends for her. Only I can help her.
"How can I help?" Chase's voice finally cutting through my
thoughts."You're crying. What's wrong Chrissy?"
"Chase, I have to take Amber home. She's too drunk to drive. Get in my
car and follow me," I said. "Tell Ron and Julie we'll meet them at the
diner after I take Amber home."
A tear rolled down my face. I wiped it away and sprinted to the
cheerleaders. This was something only Christina could do. Amber won't
listen to her friends. Will she listen to her rival?
There's still time to save everyone. I have two more days left. Maybe
the angel will grant me my wish to stay here if I just complete this
mission.
I can do this.
I will not lose.
I was put here to do this.
Despite everything. I respected Amber in some way - as a competitor. I
realized this Thursday afternoon as competing against her helped me to
refocus my thoughts. Maybe Amber actually respected me the same way.
There was only one way to find out.
It suddenly all made sense to me. The guardian angel said they ran
simulations on all of the potential outcomes. The original Tony went
home early. If I came back as Tony, I might have made all of the same
safe decisions. Would I have even come to this dance? Even if I did
decide to improve my life like I did as Christina, in no situation would
Tony and Amber ever have become rivals. I actually got much closer to
Amber being Christina. Getting closer to her friends. Playing powder
puff football with her.
I had my strategy now. I know what I wanted to tell her. This is
something I could only do as Christina.
Brittany saw me running towards them. I could see she was crying. "Oh
Chrissy. Thank God. Help us!"
I stopped two feet right in front of a very irate Amber. I was confident
she was not going to hit me. "Amber. Give me the keys."
"Oh look!" Amber yelled. "It's everyone's favorite popular girl. You
already stole my friends. Are you going to steal my car too? Oh look.
You're crying too."
"Amber. You're hurting your friends. We all care about you."
"Nobody cares about me!" she screamed. Her face was red with anger.
OK Chris. Take this slow. Patience. She's inebriated and she's likely
not even making sense to herself. You need to gain her trust like you
did earlier this week and talk her down.
"Amber," I started. "How did it feel to play me in soccer and softball
these past two weeks."
"You're annoying," she said. She paused for a second. "It felt good to
knock you down a few pegs."
"I had fun too. I enjoyed the competition."
"Yeah," she said. "Get to the point."
"How did it feel when we played football together? How did it feel when
WE scored that winning touchdown."
"It was fun," I could sense her anger subsiding. "It was amazing to get
the winning score."
"We did that together. We trusted each other. Amber." We made eye
contact. "Trust me now."
She was silent.
"Trust me. Trust me like you trusted me yesterday. When you trusted
your friends. When you won the game for us. We might be great as
rivals. But we're even better as teammates. Me and you."
Amber's eyes were welling up with tears.
"Amber, we can't let you drive tonight. Please give me the keys." I
continued to make eye contact. I could see the anger in her face
wavering. I extended my hand.
She then slowly placed the hand that had her keys hand into my hand. She
was trembling. Her hand squeezed my hand. I squeezed back.
That's when she broke down and started crying. I pulled her into a hug.
"It's OK, Amber. I gotcha. Let it out," I was crying too. I pulled the
keys out of her hand.
Amber and I were still in an embrace as she cried. I slowly walked her
around the car. Brittany opened the passenger door and helped me sit
Amber down.
Amber sat down and immediately put her face in her hands out of
embarassment. Brittany fastened the seat-belt for Amber.
"Have you guys been drinking?" I looked at Brittany and Jessica.
"I had a sip," Brittany admitted. "It was awful."
"So did I," Jess said. "I remembered it from last week and I stopped."
"OK. Let's be safe about this. I can drive her. I'm sober. Haven't
had a drink since last weekend," I told Brittany and Jess. "My boyfriend
will pick-up my car for me."
"Thank you," Brittany said. Tears were running down her face.
I got in the driver's seat of Amber's car and started it. I was still
barefoot. My shoes were the least of my concern. I saw my car, driven
by Chase pull behind us, waiting for me. I pulled out of the parking
spot and out of the school parking lot.
* * *
10:07 PM
Amber begrudgingly gave me her street address so I knew the general
direction to go.
For the first few minutes we rode in the car in silence. I wiped the
drying tears from my face. I checked the rear-view mirror. Chase was
still driving my car behind us.
It was awkward. Sitting in a car alone with my rival. This girl who was
a constant foil to what for the most part had been a magical two weeks in
the past. I wanted to turn the radio on, but this wasn't my car. Amber
was sitting there with her arms folded across her chest.
She has some unresolved demons. For my own closure, I needed to see what
those were. She dropped her guard for me for a few moments back there.
Maybe her guard is still down and she'll talk to me. I needed to engage
and interact with her.
Maybe we can talk about music. I turned on the radio anyway. Backstreet
Boys was playing. Nope. So I scanned for another station. Green Day's
"When I come around" was on.
"Stop messing with my radio," Amber said. She didn't move. She was
still slouched over and leaning up against the door. Most likely she was
trying not to get motion sickness.
"Do you like Green Day?" I asked.
She was silent for a moment then answered "Yeah."
"Cool. I like them too. I'm surprised the DJ didn't play "Good
Riddance" tonight..," I thought about that for a moment. "...but that
might have been because that song doesn't exist yet."
I heard a very confused Amber say "Wh- What?"
I was just making sure she was still with me. I didn't want her passing
out on me. She likely won't remember this conversation anyway.
Amber finally broke the stalemate when she reached over and turned the
radio off. She leaned back in her seat.
So much for bonding over music. So we sat in silence for another few
minutes.
She broke the silence. "Thank you, Demarc- ....Christina. I'm sorry."
She reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. She was shaking,
then let go and re-crossed her arms.
Wow. I think I made progress. "It's OK," I said. "We all get drunk
sometimes. I was the same way last week. We're all lucky to have good
friends."
"I did this last week too. We were both drunk at that party. I should've
known better. I was sick all weekend. Having a busted nose didn't help
my hangover."
"Yeah. I'm truely sorry about the nose. But yeah, that stuff of Tim's
is not right. Don't get alcohol from him again. My best friend told me
he was bad news. I got into a fight with him about it. He was right. I
was just excited to finally be invited to a high school party."
Silence again. Dammit Chris. Keep the conversation about Amber.
"Why did you do it again when you knew it made you sick?" I asked.
"It's so hard. I'm so stressed out. I felt numb to it all when I took
it." She started crying again. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you and
Cindy. I'm not a bully. I swear. I just want perfection from my girls.
Cheer is all have."
I was silent this time. Did I misjudge Amber? Was she not the mustache
twirling villain I thought she was?
"You both have perfect lives," she added. "This is all I have.
Cheerleading. My squad. It felt like you both have been sabotaging me
from reaching my goal."
"Your goal is cheer nationals." I remembered Cindy saying that. Ok. So
she's obsessed with Cheering. That can't be what's really wrong. Can it?
"Yeah. It's the only way I can get out of here. I need a scholarship."
"There are other ways-"
"You don't understand, Demarco," she said cutting me off. "You and your
perfect world. You have good grades. I'm failing many of my classes.
You have a great supportive family. I live with my aging grandmother who
doesn't even remember my name. My parents aren't around. I have to have
a night job after cheer practice just to eat! Nobody is there for me.
Getting to nationals is the only chance I have at getting a scholarship
and getting out of this hell-hole."
Well, shit. Don't I feel like an asshole now. "Why didn't you ask for
help? Brittany. Your best friend. She adores you."
"I'm embarrassed. I can't ask for help. I'm supposed to be their
leader. I need to be their... rock. I can't show them... weakness. I
dunno... I'm tired."
"It's OK to show vulnerability," I said. Something I only just learned
too. "It's going to be OK, Amber. Maybe I can help. Maybe I can tutor.
Or maybe you take Cindy under your wing so she can see how much you care
about cheering, how important nationals is to you."
Amber was silent.
"Amber."
She didn't answer. I looked over and she was passed out against the
window. She let out a snore so I knew she was breathing.
"Amber. Wake up. I need directions."
Great. I'm on a dark road. I have no idea where I'm going. My only
navigation is passed out.
I saw a 4-way stop sign and I came to a complete stop.
Just then, I was startled by a loud souped-up car which came whizzing
through the intersection without stopping.
I was caught off guard. The realization of what could've just happened
dawned on me. Amber is passed out. She would've rolled through this
stop sign if I wasn't here.
My heart is pounding out of my chest. I put the car into park. I was in
a state of shock. I looked down at the clock. 10:15 PM. All of the
emotions of the past hour hit me. I wasn't able to hold my composure any
longer. I broke down crying.
I glanced in the rear view mirror to check on Chase. I saw the
headlights in the distance.
"Good job, Tony," I heard Amber's voice say.
I looked to my side and saw a conscious Amber.
"You completed your mission. You can go home now," she said.
"No," I replied. "Not yet. I still have 2 days. I didn't say goodbye
to my friends yet. To Chase. Not yet. I don't want to go-"
As I said that, everything around me dissolved into blackness and I fell
into a deep sleep.
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Two Chapters left. The biggest question remains. WHO will Christina
wake up as? Is this life she is expecting to return to? Will she see
the guardian angel again?
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