"Oh, honey, you're back?" Leah Johnson asks as you enter and walk towards the stairs. She's sitting on the couch, legs drawn up, with her laptop. Probably writing yet another email to yet another councilman about something or other. "Oh and you've brought your boyfriend home too." her tone there has just a subtle hint of iciness.
"It's nice to see you too, Miss Johnson." replies Derek with a tone much the opposite.
"What are we having for dinner?" you ask.
"I sent Tim out to the store to grab a chicken." she states simply. You look at her with disbelief and she takes notice of that. "Look, honey, we can't all starve because you suddenly decided you weren't eating meat."
"Suddenly decided? You're acting like I didn't give it any thought!" you say with a noticeable whine. The reality is that she did give it some thought... in as much as she thought it would impress Derek. That was about two months ago. "You do this on purpose don't you? You always think that I'm going through some kind of phase! You're always so... so condescending!"
"Jade, honey, that's not it at all." she says sympathetically, "It's just that when I was your age..."
"URGH!" you growl in annoyance before grabbing Derek by the hand. "Come on," you state as you march up the stairs, "let's get away from her." You storm inside and close and lock the door before flopping onto your bead, "Can you believe her?!" you ask, "She always gives me that 'when I was your age' crap! She doesn't know what she's talking about! She doesn't understand me at all!"
In fact she understands Jade more than Jade would like to admit. Jade's heard the stories from her mother, that when she was a kid she was also a rabble rouser and flitting from one cause to the next always trying to make "statements". She's long since settled down but never quite lost that activist streak, she just goes about it without the youthful exuberance.
"I don't know, Jade. She's got a point." says Derek as he sits down next to you.
You give him a look. Oh you would think that. comes the Jade thought, You think she's so hot, I can tell. Leah Johnson is definitely attractive, retaining her looks while hitting forty earlier in the year. In fact with her looks and her eagle-eyed involvement in local politics she'd make a good home if you weren't stuck having to be a middle schooler. Maybe once you're done with this, if Fane lets you stay in Saratoga Falls you can lobby for it.
"I don't want you thinking you have to impress me or anything." he continues as you sit up and he cups your chin. "Like I've told you, our love is real. You impress me simply by allowing me to share these nice moments. The one bright spot in an otherwise dark world."
You feel your, Jade's, heart melt. Oh Derek... comes another thought, Mom's nothing like me. She's never had a love this honest and pure. You giggle as Derek leans in and gives you a deep kiss that you eagerly return. You let out a small gasp as he lays you on your back. "Uh... Derek, what are you--" you say nervously.
"C'mon Jade, you don't think it's time?" he asks in a reassuring manner, "We need to truly entwine our souls so that together our love can burn away the withered, gray husk of this world."
You almost want to retch. He's so transparent. Yet Jade's mind sees nothing but love and her hormones are pumping so hard that the only thing that's stopping you from just giving in, and that's stopped her, is that little bit of doubt about if she's ready. She's known people that have gone all the way but she's not like them, right? But if you're just using Jade as a stepping stone why complicate her relationship any more? You're not going to stay as her, right?
No of course not. So you gently push Derek off of you and sit up. "I've told you before, Derek, I'm not ready. Not just yet." You can tell that disappoints him, "But I can still help water the flower of our love a little, right?"
With that you unzip his jeans, reach into the opening of both them and his boxers, pull out his cock--having fully sprung to attention--and proceed to place your lips around it and go to work. It's something she's done with him countless times at this point. Skeevy little shit. you think, directing your thoughts to Derek as you know it's he who pressured her into it, but if you're to stay in character...
You work at it until he cums... right on time to as it's not more than half a minute later that you hear knocking.
"Hey Jade, dinner's out in the kitchen!" you hear the voice of Timothy, Jade's older brother. Derek quickly gets his cock back in and you swallow before you go and open the door. "So you gonna eat dinner tonight or what?" He then looks in and notices Derek, "He eating with his too?"
You simply glower at him before shoving him out of the way to head to the kitchen.
* * * * *
"Jade Johnson, long time no see!" Traci says as you approach her at lunch on Monday. "You still doing the self-righteous emo-hippie cunt act?" she asks with a smile and one that you're not sure is friendly or devious... or both.
"It's not an act." you protest in Jade's usual bored monotone.
"Right, right, save a tree; slash your wrists. Whatever." she replies dismissively, "So why you coming to me then? Not like we're friends anymore."
"Because I want your help." you say as you try and get her away from the rest of her loser friends, "Come talk to me in private?"
After a moment of thought Traci shrugs. "So whatcha want?" she asks once you've got her alone.
"It's that asshole who runs King Kong Komics." you state, "I was there Saturday with Derek and--"
"Hold up, Forney? You're still going out with that fag?" she says with a derisive snicker.
"He's not a... he's not gay. He wouldn't be going out with me if he was." you reply defensively.
"Look at him, all mopey, dresses in black, gives off the 'boo hoo the world is terrible' act. He's gayer than Connor Beaumont sucking twenty cocks." she says referring to a kid in school widely assumed to be gay before meanly adding, "You're totally his beard."
You ignore that, though the Will part of you wonders just what this girl gets into talking like she does. "Look I was there with him on Saturday and the owner had some special thing to get a bunch of free comics. Only it was a total ripoff. He just gave me a bunch of shitty things he wasn't going to sell anyway."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" Traci asks folding her arms.
"I want you cut with me." you say, Jade's ducked out of school more than a few times, "We'll go down there and... I don't know, yell at him?"
"Jade, are you trying to think like me? That's adorable." she replies, "But I can go down there, sure. Then we can jack some of his shit. See how he likes getting ripped off. You wanna go now?"
You nod and smile as you head out to the bike racks. It's about a twenty minute ride to the shop. Once inside you almost immediately hear a loud voice yell "Clear!" and manage to close your eyes and shield them just in time before being hit by a blinding flash.
* * * * *
"So, uh, how old is she?" Eric asks slightly sheepishly as you pull on the dark tank top with the art of some band on the front of it. That's the easiest part, between the multiple piercings and the short shorts over a pair of torn red tights Traci Small's punkish look is surprisingly complicated.
"Fourteen, so don't even think about it." you say before adding, in a rather mean tone, "Not like I'd fuck some disgusting fat fuck like you anyway."
"Dude, harsh." Eric replies, "But fourteen? Could've fooled me."
He's not wrong. Despite her last name, Traci Small is anything but having already started to fill out more than most of her classmates and thus looking a good year or two older... if one ignores her face which is still a tad bit babyish. It's a bit of a shock going to her from Jade, who looks more like a younger, skinnier, gawkier version of her mother. You run a hand through your short, pink hair and laugh. "Sorry, man. Just getting into character. Girl's kind of mean." you reply.
"And that's who you want to be?" he asks.
You shrug, "Bob said he wanted someone like this. Someone who'd have no qualms about messing with their friends."
Setting up the switch hadn't been hard. On Sunday you called Eric and asked how many customers are generally there on a weekday afternoon (practically none, it turns out). You then called Will and told him you needed him to ditch tomorrow and to head, one last time, to the comic shop. He whined but eventually agreed. Getting Traci to come out would've been the hard part but Jade knew her reputation so it was easy to know what buttons to press to get her to agree. Everything after was quick and easy.
"Speaking of ol' British Bob, I'm gonna make my way over there now. This girl cuts often enough that nobody will give it a second thought if I miss a day." you say though before leaving the back room you add, "I got him to agree to let you help me with this. Maybe if anything else comes up I can try and convince him that the two of us make a good team."
"Man, yeah, totally. You do that." he says.
With that you leave the room and the store, hop on your bike and head towards Blackwell's villa.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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