This choice: Turn Gillian into a golem • Go Back...Chapter #23Hijacking Gillian by: Seuzz   "Thanks for bringing it over," you tell Caleb as you open the screen door. But he just grins at you and makes no move toward opening his back pack. You sigh. "Come on, man, I'm up against a time limit here."
"Who?" he replies, still grinning. "Who's it for? You said you'd tell me when I got out here with it, and now I'm here so out with the rest of it. Who's the mask for?"
You wince.
Oh, you could lie to Caleb and tell him it's for Braydon's mother or his aunt or Christian Knouse—one of Braydon's RPG-playing friends—or for Mr. Walberg or for any other number of people. Anyone less embarrassing than who it is actually for. But Caleb would figure it out sooner or later, probably, and then you'd be both embarrassed and busted. So—
"It's for Gillian."
"I knew it! Ha!" It hardly seems possible, but Caleb's grin gets even wider. "She not putting out for you?"
"No, she is. Which is why I thought of you and how you keep trying to get into a mask of a girl. I thought you'd like to put it on and spend your time not sucking me off."
Caleb's grin fades only a little, though his eye hardens.
"Funny, Will, but you don't need me for that, 'specially when you asked me to bring along that golem goop you made for yourself. Come on, let me in, and we'll talk about how you're gonna turn Gillian Kiefer into your love slave."
You step aside. Just inside the foyer is the formal dining room (never used) and Caleb unloads the goods onto the cherry-wood table: a blank mask with attached mind band, a tub of golem sealant, and a brush. "Where's your mom?" he asks as he looks around.
"Braydon's mom? At work. You can go now. Thanks again."
"I'm not going anywhere, Will." Caleb pulls another blank mask from his satchel and drops it with a clatter on the table. He folds his arms. "Let's talk about who else you're going to copy."
* * * * *
Gillian smiles at you from under a squint as you enter Besandwitched with Caleb in tow. "Oh, aren't you sweet," she says as she gently pushes you back and grabs Caleb by the elbow. "And I didn't bring you anything." She pulls your best friend into the booth beside her. Caleb turns a little pale as she puts her arm in his.
You return Gillian's scrunched-up smile with a tight one of your own. "Pop quiz," you say as you drop into the booth opposite them. "What's his name?"
"What's whose name?"
"His." You point at Caleb. "The guy you're feeling up."
Gillian pauses, the resumes rubbing Caleb's arm. She peers into his face with a chipmunk smile.
Your friend swallows. "Caleb," he says.
"He's adorable," Gillian tells you. "Is he one of the guys you're working for? He says they're shy and easy to embarrass," she continues, addressing Caleb again. "Are you shy and easy to embarrass?" She rubs him harder.
"Gillian's the reason I'm gonna have a hard time getting that reading done," you tell Caleb. "She likes to get in the way." Gillian sticks her tongue out at you. "So let's talk about who we're going to get to distract her." You pause. "Hey, Ursula."
The last is addressed to the waitress, who has materialized and is standing at your elbow without introducing herself. You give her only a flick of a glance before adding, "Just some water."
"Ooh, I want one of your fancy coffees," Gillian says. Into Caleb's ear she says, very audibly, "Get whatever you want, my hubby is buying." Caleb murmurs, "Water," and Ursula leaves.
"So what's this plot you guys are hatching?" Gillian asks. "Braydon never"— she shows you her teeth—"tells me to fuck off when he's working on something, so it must be really evil."
"Two projects," you tell her. "The really evil one, and the one to distract you while we work on the evil one. That's the one I'd really like your help with."
Gillian again makes a face at you. You answer by hooking your foot into hers under the table. She resists, then relents and lets you pull her foot into your lap. You untie and pull off her shoe and massage her foot inside the sock. She slides down a little in her seat, but continues to knead Caleb's hand.
Your best friend, meanwhile, is sitting up very straight, and gives the impression that he's a rocket eager to escape the launch pad for someplace else—anyplace else.
"Who do you hang out with when you're not bothering me?" you ask Gillian.
She just shrugs. "If you don't want my help, Braydon, I won't force it on you."
"Is that a promise?"
She doesn't reply, but you can tell by the tightening around her eyes that you're pissing her off.
"I'm not trying to shake you off, honestly. It's just that these guys have a project—"
"What project? And why do I have to keep asking you that?" Gillian squeezes Caleb's hand. Caleb's face shows surprise—and pain.
"And I keep telling you it's just some— You see what I'm up against," you tell Caleb.
"Maybe we should show her," he blurts out.
"Oh, it's something you can show me?" Gillian coos. "Sounds fascinating."
You slide out of the booth and gesture to Gillian. "Hold things down here," you tell Caleb. "Tell Ursula I want a number eight, no pickles. Gillian?"
"I'll have half of what you're having," Again, you give Caleb a look that says, See what I have to put up with? Gillian herself answers by stepping on your foot.
"Back seat," you tell her when you're outside and at your car. She looks puzzled, but slides in as you hold the door for her. "Scoot over, the thing's in the bag in the foot well."
"In here?" She grabs at the satchel.
"Let me get it out." You crawl in after her. She giggles, and grabs your head long enough to bite at your ear. "It's this thing," you tell her as you take out the blank mask.
Her eyes light up. "Oooh! Looks fascin—!"
But that's all she gets out. You push her hands down and jam the mask at her face. She just has time to flinch before it rams home, true and hard, and vanishes into her.
For a moment, she holds a rigid pose. Then her head flops back, cracking against the car window.
You sigh, close the door behind you, and snuggle up close to her with your arm around her shoulders. You pull her head close and press her face into your neck. She smells good, and with your free hand you fondle her breasts. You kiss her forehead.
Your cock stiffens.
Dammit, even unconscious she is a huge distraction.
But for ten minutes you rest there with her, feeling yourself get excited all over. And as you rub her and stroke her, it occurs to you that it would make you very happy if you had her body.
Then your phone wakes up, and with a grunt and grimace you pull it out. The text is from Caleb: so who for me?
hang on and let me think, you reply.
There's actually no shortage of people that Caleb could step in for: Gillian, despite her "goth" proclivities, is a very vivacious and sociable girl with a wide set of acquaintances. Girls in the marching band and orchestra, girls in the chorales (Gillian was in them her junior year), some of the girls on the swim team and volleyball teams. And she's friends with lots of the juniors as well.
To pick the right one of those, though, would probably require getting into her head. There are, however, a couple of girls who might work for your present needs even if they are not friends of Gillian's. Caleb unintentionally raises the first possibility when he pokes you with the alert, coffees here.
Like Braydon, Ursula—your waitress—is into the occult. Of course she is, since she works at Besandwitched, which has pentagrams and astrological symbols painted on its walls. Giving Caleb her brain while you run Braydon's could help your research efforts.
Trouble is that Ursula doesn't attend Westside. She goes to Eastman, which means you'd only be able to get together with her/Caleb outside of school. Then, too, you're not sure how much she knows about anything useful: Braydon has the impression that she's only into the crystals and mumbo-jumbo and has almost no grounding in actual theory or practice. And that's the third strike against her: She and Braydon just don't like each other very much.
You doubt Caleb would be much interested in an alternate possibility: Morgana Hollis, another girl with an interest in the occult, but one who goes to Westside. She's a dumpy and unattractive thing. And yet, spitefully, you find yourself attracted to the idea of forcing her upon him as revenge for his making himself into a nuisance.
But probably Caleb wants someone from among the few girls that you and he know. In fact, you're sure he's thinking of the four cheerleaders who sometimes talk to you because they're friends with Jenny Ashton.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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