Chapter #6Possess Joanna by: Seuzz   Joanna is in her room, texting on her cell phone when you slip in, and doesn't notice as you race up and over her bed toward her crossed legs. You can't reach her mouth without her noticing, of course, but there is a wide gap in her baggy shorts, and before you can let the "squick" factor get to you, you race up her leg and force yourself down the front of her panties. She twists violently as she feels you push into her, but you press grimly in regardless.
When the trembling in your sister's body stops, you sit up again. Your loins are hot and sore, but excited, and you massage the front of your shorts to try to make the feeling go away. You gradually calm your new body down, until the feeling of violation becomes one of lingering pleasure, and then you lie back until even those sensations die away. Meanwhile, you concentrate on her mind so that you can get a quick grip on her memories.
You're surprised to see that you are very much on her mind; the whole family is worried about your disappearance. They are even more disturbed by the fact that someone from the nearby military base has been by. Joanna wasn't privy to what got said, and your parents haven't told her anything, but it seems apparent to your sister that you've met up with an accident.
It's with a lack of surprise that you realize the military is interested in your case. You are, however, disturbed that they were able to identify you as the person caught up in the explosion, and you wonder how they might have been able to figure it out so quickly.
Before you can ponder the matter further, you hear your mother calling; it takes you a few moments to remember that in calling for Joanna she is calling for you. Remembering your time in Dana, you rummage around frantically to find the "switch" that will let Joanna re-emerge: you are not quite ready to face the world as your sister.
It turns out that your mother doesn't want much from Joanna—she needs the dishwasher emptied—but you stay hidden, because it is much easier to learn about her mind and the way it works from "underneath," so to speak. It's quite a revelation. It is, for instance, more than a little disconcerting to "see" yourself as she saw you: basically a good guy, but still very often a jerk. That doesn’t mean she isn't upset by your disappearance, and it's quite freaky watching her dwell on what could have happened to you. Her thoughts turn morbid, and you begin to think that you wouldn't mind moving out of her. But you suffer through it as best you can, and lurk beneath her conscious mind through the rest of the day and the entire following night. You are made more than a little uncomfortable by the mildly erotic dream she has about Russ Edmonds—a freshman boy that you've never seen before, but whom Joanna really likes—but you don't do any fiddling with it.
* * * * *
"Hey Joanna," Belinda Harrison calls out to you shortly after you've dismounted from the school bus. "I see you took my advice about pairing that sweater and skirt. It looks good on you."
"Thanks," you say curtly, and look around casually to see if there is anyone else worth talking to.
"Why didn't you try putting up your hair like I suggested?"
You shrug. Joanna likes hanging around with Belinda for God only knows what reason. You've always thought her bossy and odious.
"Well, if you're going to get some attention, I think you really should give it a try." You can tell she is trying to be helpful, but it comes out as snide and domineering.
"I think I'm doing okay," you mutter. "Some of us don't want that kind of attention." Belinda—who is herself more than a little overweight and wears her hair in less-than-flattering bangs—is not one to talk about trying to look attractive. She clucks her tongue skeptically, and you brush past her. You've just spotted Russ Edmonds, and though you don't share Joanna's passion for the boy, you'd rather hang out with him than with Belinda.
"Hi Russ," you smile brightly. He's leaning casually against the wall of the administration wing with Justin Tremayne. He looks up from under his eyebrows, and you feel a thrill of pleasure run through your body. Russ is not athletic, and he's lanky and awkward, but he is button cute. He'd be cuter, the thought comes to you, if he didn't spend so much time hunched over defensively and kicking the ground with a dirty sneaker.
"What did you do this weekend," you ask when he says nothing.
He shrugs. "Just hung out with Justin. Skateboards and stuff." Justin nudges Russ, and a brief look of annoyance crosses the latter's face.
"Did you know that Joanna is good on a skateboard?" says Belinda, who has followed you over.
"I am not," you mutter, and it's your turn to look annoyed.
"Well maybe we should be the judge of that," says Justin cheerfully. He's got fire-engine red hair and lots of big freckles sprinkled impudently over his big nose. He looks even more impudent as he twinkles mischievously at you and Russ. "Come hang out with us after school." You see Russ freeze, and his eyes flick darkly in Justin's direction.
"No, really, I'm not good at all," you blush. "But sure, it sounds like it would be fun," you find yourself blurting out before you realize it.
Russ turns a little pink under his tan and avoids everyone's eyes. Justin speaks for him: "Yeah, okay. Here, after the last bell?"
"That sounds awesome," says Belinda. "But can we make it four? I'll need to get some homework done first."
"You can keep your feet on a skateboard?" asks Justin disbelievingly.
"No, but I can hang out and be the cheerleader," says Belinda.
"I didn't know we needed one of those," replies Justin sarcastically. His lip curls slightly as he looks over her shoulder, and you find yourself liking Justin a lot more than Russ.
"Are you saying you don't want me along?" says Belinda bluntly. Justin just grins and continues to look almost but not quite in her direction. Color rises in Belinda's cheeks. "Fine, you can just have fun on your own." She wheels and stalks off.
"Well, that was awkward," you murmur in embarrassment, though you're actually quite glad it happened.
"Yeah, maybe I better go apologize," says Justin. He saunters off—in the opposite direction from the one Belinda walked off in.
That leaves you alone with Russ. There's an pause. "You ready for the vocabulary quiz this morning?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure. I guess." He rattles off some of the words—ennui, meretricious, verbose—and you discover that Joanna hasn't done any studying at all. "Maybe I better do a little cramming," you admit. You pause briefly as you turn toward the library, to see if he will follow, but he just continues to lean against the wall. The part of you that channels Joanna feels a flush of anger as you walk slowly toward the library; but most of you is rather relieved that Russ is either very maladroit or just not into your sister all that much.
* * * * *
Your talk with Russ and Belinda and Justin has left you feeling annoyed, but you're much more nervous about how you will act around some of the other people you know. Joanna is a freshman and doesn't hang out with anyone you knew, but you can't help catching glimpses of your friends and acquaintances in the hallways. You keep a special eye out for Caleb. You've still not forgiven him for abandoning you on Friday afternoon, and you're curious to see what kind of state he is in. But he is in none of his regular classes when you check them out. You wonder what this means.
You're also a little discombobulated when it comes to Sarah Pak—Dana's sister and Joanna's best friend. You've got several classes with her, and you wonder if you should use that acquaintance to make contact with Dana again. But you find it easiest just to let Joanna's instincts kick in, and you spend first and third and fourth periods talking and gossiping lightly with her.
The only odd moment comes during the lunch break, when you chance on Sarah and Dana at the former's locker. They are deep in conversation, though Sarah smiles brightly at you when you come up. You ask if you can copy her homework for sixth period, and while she's digging it out you turn toward Dana.
She is looking at you speculatively; you ask her what's wrong, and she shakes her head, but the glint never leaves her eye. Of course, she knows that she "dropped" you off at your old house, so it's a fair bet she suspects you are inside Joanna. But this isn't the place to make any confessions.
You spend the rest of the day in a distracted state, twisting and turning over the thought that you should take Dana back into your confidence. Joanna has a lot of friends, but they are not your friends, and you're feeling rather lonely. Dana is the only person—aside, maybe, from Caleb—that you feel like you can confide in, and you are sorely tempted to cancel that silly "date" with Russ and Justin after school and go over to the Paks'. But you also reflect that your feelings of loneliness are probably just caused by the fact that you are in a new situation—and that the sooner you throw yourself into Joanna's life and try to make it your own, the quicker you will adjust to it.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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