School
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I was 3 years younger than most people who were going to be in my class, back in Abbot Harbor I was known as the smart girl, the fun-making was over years ago. But a new school I knew it was going to be tough, but I was prepared for a 14-year-old. It was hard, but with what was after happening with Tracy’s I was stone cold. I was colder than ice; at that point, I had no heart. My thoughts were to get through this year and go to Harvard and forget about Washington Prep.
Steven my older cousin was also a senior, he said he was going to look after me but no offence I don’t trust a Tracy. Steve and I walked into school, Steve was like a god in the school he had charm, and class and was not too bad looking. All the girls loved him and all the guys wanted to be him. Steve was the quarterback, which for a prep school you weren’t the greatest football players. The people flocked to him like sheep all they didn’t do was lay down the red carpet. We went to the office and they gave me a locker next to Steve’s. Put me in mostly the same classes as Steve not that I really cared about High school anymore I was already doing some university correspondence courses. It was no trouble to tell that the Tracy’s had pulled some strings.
We left the office, went to our lockers and that where I met my first friend. Her name was Pam, Pam was the head cheerleader but I could tell her and Steve didn’t like each other almost hated each other. Her locker was right next to mine.
“Hi, I’m Pam, you must be new here?” Pam said
“Yes, I am. My name is Jessica.” I answer in a shy voice.
“You must be the new Tracy here in town. Why don’t you let me show you around the school?” Pam said in the bubbly kind of cheerleader kind of way.
I kind of looked at Steve to see if it was ok.
Steve looked at Pam and said. “No funny stuff Pam.”
Seeing that Steve didn’t like her made it more appealing to go, if a Tracy doesn’t like her she must be good people.
Pam took me around school and taught me all the areas of the school and the people to stay away from. It wasn’t a big school it was about 200 students of Boston’s elite citizens.
Room 1, 2, and 3 are the freshmen, never associate with the freshmen. 4, 5, and 6 are the sophomores in this school. It’s not much different with the sophomores and seniors; we all hang out together but no freshmen. 7, 8, 9 are the seniors but of course that is only for home rooms classes are spread all over. The she showed gym, the science lab, the shops wood and auto, how a prep school have shop class I couldn’t believe it but they did. Then we went through the people.
“Now there are also different people you don’t hang out with. Outside by the tree are your stoners, not people you want to get in with. Jocks and cheerleaders hang out by our lockers, you have your nerds they hang out at the science lab or computer rooms. The tough guys or the people who think there so tough hang out in front of the shop class but they go around and sometimes mingle in with the jocks, be careful of the tough guys. I fell for one but he was a jerk, he treated me so bad and he thinks he like some hunter who treats girls like there pray.” Pam explained.
We kept walking until we got back to our locker where there was a crowded around.
Pam introduced me to them all like I was some prize possession. First there was Kevin, jock, well build, tan skin, dark hair he did bring a new meaning to tall, dark and handsome. Then Jake small, stocky build, brown hair. Molly was Pam’s assistant head cheerleader red hair, skinny like a toothpick, enough make up to do the entire school, Kristen another toothpick cheerleader with long brown hair.
We went to home room they did roll call and everyone one was there except some guy by the name of Jean-Philippe Bourque. Then you heard the class whispering. See JP Bourque was the bad ass of the school, also he was Steve’s best friend,. All of a sudden a long blond hair, 6’3”, not the most built person I have ever seen but very well-toned, wearing a leather jacket blue jeans, he was the bad boy that every girl wanted, his eyes were the most perfect green eyes I have ever seen. I think time froze when he came in the class. He was handsome. No he was the most handsome man I have ever seen. I was just staring at him.
“Good way to start a new school year Mr. Bourque.” Ms. Moore said.
“My bike broke down, give me a break” JP snapped at the teacher.
Pam nudged me bringing me back down to earth and whispered to me. “That’s the guy I was telling you about; he’s bad news don’t let him fool you.”
At that point I hated him anyone who uses women stalks them till they get them and then throws them out like trash. Hunts them for their own purpose with no disregard for the girls feelings. But what a waste of a perfect man.
Pam and I became best friends we went everywhere together, except cheerleading I wasn’t the Ra Ra sis boom ba person. I used to study while they were at practice. I had a 4.0 GPA to keep up I had to keep my marks up for Harvard.
Steve came to me one day and said. “Don’t believe everything Pam tells you. She only does anything that’s good for her.”
“You’re jealous she wouldn’t go out with you. She was with that user of a friend of yours; when she wouldn’t sleep with him, he dumped her.” I snapped at Steve
“Is that what she told you?” Steve asked,
“You have your story all wrong.” Steve remarked.
We were in school for about a month when Steve had JP over at the house I was in the study and yes I was studying when JP and Steve came in. They had to grab a book for an assignment and that’s where we would do homework. Steve went to go get some drinks for him and JP.
“I’m going to get something to drink for JP and I do you want anything?” Steve asked
“No thanks.” I said
JP was looking at me I looked up and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Why do you despise me?” JP inquired
“You’re a womanizer. Stalk your pray and when you don’t get what you want you dump them. What you get bored?” I snapped back at him.
“That’s an offal stereotypical opinion you have of me isn’t it.” JP said.
“You’re a Jager thinks your god’s gift to women, well you’re not, not even close.” I exclaimed.
“Who in the hell do you think you are? You don’t even know me let alone judge me.” JP said angrily.
“OK calm down Jager. You talk all sweet to women. You are all tough when a man goes near a woman especially when you want her for yourself. You beat any guy up that gets in your way and have no disregard for anything.” I could feel myself getting madder with every word thinking of what Pam told me what he did to her.
“I see your Pam’s puppet, why don’t you ask Pam how she and Kevin got together.” JP said
“I know Jager (and that’s what I called him from them after.) He picked up the pieces of her when you dumped her because she would not sleep with you.” I screamed at him.
“You can believe what you want. I see there is no point trying to get through to you.” JP snapped back.
Steve came in and said. “What’s going on?”
“I’m done my homework you can have the study.” As I stormed out. But I listened at the door to see what Jager would say to Steve.
“What the hell happened in here?” Steve asked Jager
“Pam has her brain washed that I’m the bad guy, I guess Pam didn’t tell her that she’s the one who was sleeping with Kevin at lulu point in the back of his station wagon” Jager said. “It’s no point to tell Jess the truth she’s only going to believe Pam.”
We were at school the next day and JP walked by sneering at me and I said “Hello Jager”.
He looked back and said. “You’re not worth it.”
Pam Asked “Jager?
“It’s what we called womanizer back home.” I stated.
“So, the Halloween dance is coming up in 2 weeks.” Pam said. “Are you going?” Pam asked. “I know someone who wants to take you.” Pam added.
“I don’t need your help.” Jake said as Jake sneaked up behind us. “Jess are you going to the Halloween dance?” he asked
“I am” I said all giddy.
“Would you be my date?” Jake asked.
“Of course, I will.” I said ecstatically.
I went home and got money off of Morgan. I went and got a beautiful white dress and these shimmering fairy godmother wings and almost white eye cover mask with gold. Hope and I went back and forth on how my hair would be done and make up but finally got it for that night. When Jake came to the door he was a very handsome James Bond. I was dressed as a fairy godmother, but I felt like a queen. I came down over the stairs with my long flowing blond hair, my amazing white sequence white dress, and my white and gold mask.
“You look spectacular.” Jake remarked.
Hope had taken a hundred pictures of us. It was funny Chris and Kel were home for a couple of days. Kel was 7’2” 275 lbs. and Chris was 6’ 235 lbs. needless to say Jake was intimidated by my brothers who were pro wrestlers.
“I have a limo waiting to take us to the dance.” Jake said.
“Home by 12.” Morgan screamed from the den.
Hope came over and whispered. “Come home when ever it’s over I will handle your grandfather.”
***
We arrived at the dance, Kevin and Pam were waiting for us at the door and we walked into the dance together. It was like the whole room stopped and looked at me. We had been dancing all night and we got off the dance floor. Kevin and Jake went to them us some punch. I thought it tasted funny but I just figured there was something different that I never had before. I drank the first glass fast because I was thirsty from dancing. The boys went and got us another glass and we drank that and went back to dancing.
About 20 minutes after I started to feel a little funny I was dancing with Jake he looked at me and asked “Are you ok?”
“I feel a little funny” I told him.
“Let’s go sit down.” Jake said
But we didn’t go sit down on the bleachers he took me into one of the back classrooms, I wasn’t sure why he was taking me to the other end of the school; there was no one there. I may have been book smart but common sense was not talking to me at that point I didn’t realize the different taste was vodka. He had gotten me drunk.
“Where are we going?” I asked Jake
“Somewhere so you can feel better.” Jake said.
We got to the classroom and he sat me on the teacher’s desk, He took my mask off and started stroking my hair.
“How are you feeling now?” Jake asked
“A little better.” I said “but I feel a little tipsy” I added.
Jake held me stroking my hair and then he leaned in and kissed me. I smiled at him; he kissed me again and we started making out. Then he started sliding his hand up and down my left leg. Then he tried to put his hand under my dress. I grabbed his hand; he stopped and put his arm around me and we continued making out. Then he tried to slide his hand up my side and grabbed my breast. I stopped kissing him and told him to stop.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jake said. “It’s only natural.” He added.
He started kissing me again I tried to push him off but I couldn’t he was too strong. Then he pinned me down on the teacher’s desk. I tried to get up but I couldn’t, I tried to scream but I couldn’t.
“Come on baby loosen up. You know how many girls would want to get with this tonight.” Jake boasted.
“Please let me go.” I started crying
“You will love it.” Jake claimed
He put his hand up my dress and he started kissing me again. I bit his lip and then he smacked me. He put his hand up my dress I was screaming but we were so far down the school no one could hear. He started pulling down my underwear. I kept screaming stop when suddenly, the phantom of the opera broke through the door grabbed Jake and beat the crap out of him. Jake’s blood was everywhere the long blond phantom of the opera put his hand out for me to grab it. I did and we took off. His car was parked out in the back. He went to put me in the car. I pulled back.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Jess.” The Phantom said.
I knew the voice I wiped the tears from my eyes “Jager?” I asked
“Come on I’ll take you home.” Jager said.
I don’t know why but I trusted him. When we were on the way home I knew my makeup was smeared. I could see I had mascara on my dress. I knew I had to clean up if Morgan or my brothers seen this they would kill someone.
“Please Jager don’t take me home, if my grandfather and my brothers see me like this they will kill Jake.” I pleaded with Jager
“You’re worried about Jake after what he has done to you, you’re worried about Jake” Jager said amazed.
“No I’m worried about Chris and Kel. They will kill him; I just got my brothers I don’t want to lose them. What you did was enough” I said crying
“I should be taking you to the cops.” Jager said “I’ll bring you to my house my mother will fix you up.” He added
We got to Jager’s house and he started calling out to his mother and this small 50ish year old woman came down over the stairs. She had her hair in a French braid you could tell she had nice long hair. A little chunky with all of her features well developed. She had to be a knock out when she was younger. Piercing blue eyes. You could tell she was a sweet lady one of those women that sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
“Jean Philippe what is going on? Who is this little girl?” his mother said in a sweet little French accent.
“Mama this is Jessica. She goes to school with me, some jerk tried to hurt her. She needs to clean up before she goes home. Jager said to his mother. Then he turned to me and said “Jess this is Eloise my mother.
“Should you have taken her to the police babe” Eloise Said
“Please no police, my brothers will kill him.” I begged of her.
“Mama please help her clean up I got to go find Steve. And I am telling Steve no argument.” Jager commanded
“Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé a vous?” Eloise said in French
“He put vodka in my punch.” I said back to her
“You speak Francais?” Eloise said
“Oui” I said back.
Eloise had some magic cleaner that took the mascara out of my dress, she cleaned up my face. She saw a bruise on my face from where Jake hit me, and she started to cry. She went and got some ice and put it on my face.
“Why are you crying Eloise” I asked
“No woman should ever have to go through abuse, I know what it is like for to have someone tell you he loves you and then hit you and say it is your fault.” Eloise said.
“I’m not trying to get personal but kids at school say JP killed his father. Is that true? Because he used to hit you. I saw the look in his eyes when he grabbed Jake. But when he seen me crying, he stopped and got me out of there.” I said
Eloise was about to tell me the story when Jager and Steve came in through the door.
“You, okay?” Steve asked
“I’m okay.” I said
Jager seen the bruise on my face and something snapped “He hit you, that son of a b***h hit you. I’ll kill him, that bastard I’ll kill him. No man hits a woman no man.”
“Jager stop I will get him in time please leave it alone you owe my nothing. Please take me home. Steve you’re going to have to help me in the house so Morgan doesn’t expect anything.” I exclaimed.
We got in to Jager car and he drove us to the house. Jager and Steve helped me out of the car.
“Thank you Jager. But this doesn’t mean were friends.” I said meanly to him. He shook his head got into the car and drove off. But at that point I knew I was feeling something different for him and didn’t know how to make it stop.
We went in to the house and Steve got me upstairs as fast as he could. He came back down, Morgan was there waiting for the report, little did Steve know I was listening.
Steve told him “Everything went great. Jessica danced the whole night, but she dumped Jake she had it out with him at the dance and told him he was not worthy enough to have a Tracy.”
“That’s my girl. She’s more of a Tracy then she knows. Keep an eye on her still Steve; I know you don’t like that crowd she is in with.” Morgan said
“I will Grandfather no one is going to hurt her myself and JP won’t allow it.” Steve said
“That JP is a good friend, tell him I said thank you for helping out the family.” Morgan said.
I was surprised he was helping Steve look out for me. But then I thought he’s doing it because there is something in it for him; but what? I was going to find out. But why was I surprised we don’t like each other we hate each other. Jager has to have something in it for him and I was starting to feel something for him; was I a fool? I was getting soft but after listening to Steve and Morgan’s conversation I was harder than ever. I stewed in bed thinking how I would get back at Morgan for having people watching me, Steve for giving Morgan reports and Jager for spying on me.
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