Chapter #15Take Eva's place. by: Seuzz   It's probably a very bad thing to do, but let's be frank: you've already been doing some pretty bad things. Anyway, if you take over Eva's life for a little bit, maybe you can fix it up for her so she returns to an existence that's a little less fucked up.
She's a little late showing up at the clubhouse, and grumbles about having to miss a date. "You won't miss it," you tell the Eva golem. "Take off your clothes."
"Oh God, not with you," she whines as she strips off her tank top.
"No, I'll be going on that date as you," you retort as you take off your own shirt.
"Well, don't fuck it up, you loser," she pouts.
"And how am I going to do that when I've got your memories and personality?" you chortle.
* * * * *
Two hours later you're fighting back the tears as Scott Bickelmeir roars off in his truck. Stupid! You don't drop coy hints about going down on a guy by casually mentioning that you've given blow jobs to some of his teammates. Stupid, stupid! When he asks, you don't tell him who it was you blew, either! Stupid, stupid, stupid! And you especially don't tell him when the teammate in question, Erik Carstairs, is now banging said guy's ex-girlfriend, who dumped him for that teammate! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!
You grab your hair in a fury and stomp into the house. "I don't want to talk about it!" you holler at Marc as you pass him on the couch. "I'm taking supper in my room and I'm not hungry besides!" you yell at Mrs. Garner as you go up the stairs. "I'll punch you in the face if you say one word!" you growl at Jessica as you barge past her and into your bedroom. You throw yourself on the bed and bawl.
Not that you're really upset about having blown your chance to blow Scott (so to speak). Even with Eva's own lusts and affections nipping and snapping at you, the idea isn't very appealing. But Eva is a girl who feels everything deeply, and sinking into her moods—even her negative ones—is like slipping into a very hot and soapy bath. As you cry, you grind your crotch and bust into the bed and weep ever more deeply, until you've got yourself worked up good and excited so that when you plunge your fingers into your cunny the explosion leaves you weak and gasping and sobbing for mercy from yourself.
Shortly afterward there's a soft knock at the door, and Jessica comes in to find you cuddled up with Eva's favorite childhood doll, Mrs. Pookie. "Are you finished," she asks guardedly. You sniff and wipe the tears off your cheeks and shrug. She sits on the bed and the two of you have a long and intimate talk of the kind that only twin sisters can have, about boys and brothers and parents and the other bitches on the cheerleading squad.
So the next day you are feeling very chipper as you get up very early and do aerobics and then put on makeup and try out different sets of clothes. It's supposed to be unseasonably warm for late September—probably the last summer-like day of the year—so you settle on a tank top with an exposed midriff and a short skirt. That'll teach Scott Bickelmeir, especially when you flirt with all the other boys at school but give him the cold shoulder!
But your special excitement is reserved for first period, which is one of the cheerleading practice sessions. You're going to get a first-hand look at the girls' locker room and at the other cheerleaders in various states of undress: Yumi Saito, Gloria Rea, Lin Pol, Kendra Saunders, Maria Vasquez, and the uber-bitch who rules the school social scene, the head cheerleader, Chelsea Cooper. Of course, Eva's own memories tell you what you are going to see, but to see it in real time: "Omigod!" you squeal out loud.
"What?" Jessica asks you as you cross the gym floor.
"Nothing," you say, shaking your head but smiling to yourself. "Just a thought, that's all."
Most of the other girls are already dressed out and on the floor, and Chelsea brushes past you as you enter the dressing area. "I left some of that money I owe you in your locker," she says as she passes. Money? What money?
You and Jessica both stop dead when you come up to your lockers. A single bill of Monopoly money—$500—has been taped to the door of your locker. Tears well up in your eyes.
Jessica tears it off and stuffs it into her pocket. "Forget it, Eva. She doesn't mean it. It's just a joke."
"Everything's a joke to Chelsea!" you yell, and rush off toward the toilet stalls.
You get control of yourself pretty quickly—of course, you're not really upset, you just have to indulge the emotions the mask hits you with—but the locker room is empty when you re-emerge. But you are still fuming as you change. It doesn't matter that you are to blame for Eva's misfortunes—more misfortunes than her sister or family or friends (or rivals) can possibly guess—but that still doesn't give Chelsea—that cunt!—the right to ...
You freeze, and a nasty smile comes to your face. If you had a mask of Chelsea, you could get her back good and hard. Learn her locker combination, steal her ID or even her credit card out from it during school, go on a shopping binge while looking just like her... That would teach the little cockroach what it is like to have one's identity stolen!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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