Troubled Waters, Idled Minds

Chapter 8: Callie

I couldn’t ever imagine Harry cheating on Hannah. I don’t know her personally but just from seeing glimpses of her from time to time was enough to give me a positive feeling about her.

She seemed reserved and quiet. Honestly not someone I’d think to be Harry’s type but maybe he wanted to date someone different from the others he previously did who almost had similar personalities.

It wasn’t just because he was my cousin and I was biased with my opinions but the girls could never be more wrong about him cheating.

I prayed for them to just leave. I don’t want to hear any more of this. One of Kim’s friends had other plans.

“Details! And please don’t spare us anything. You know how we love hearing how he was in bed.”

I almost vomited.

Did these girls seriously share those kinds of private information?

There was a few seconds of pause before Kim barked out a command. “Stall check.”

I hurriedly folded my legs to my chest, arms spread at the width of the cubicle as I balanced myself on the toilet seat.

“Sweep done. Now, onto the juicy parts of Harry’s juicy part,” reported the girl who asked Kim for details.

Thank god she only looked under the stalls and didn’t open each or else I’d been busted. In hindsight, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all as I squatted there listening to Kim recount her night with my cousin.

“It was just a quick f**k, you know,” she began. “I started with a bj, as always.”

“Ever so gracious,” quipped one of the girls that made the others giggle.

“Thank you,” replied Kim. I could almost imagine her with a hand on her chest, faking gratitude at the recognition of her underappreciated generosity.

She then went on, “Things got hot pretty fast. You know how I love sucking a good d**k and his was the best I’d ever had - “

“Not until we find out how thick and long his cousin’s is,” interrupted someone who spoke up for the first time. With the addition of her voice, I counted about five of them in the bathroom.

I imagined Kim glaring at her for being cut off but being the gracious leader that she was, she held her composure. “You’re not wrong, and it will only be a matter of time before I get to discover that.”

Great. What is it about my cousins that got all these girls horny?

I almost laughed at myself.

Here I am chastising sexually active teenagers for expressing and being open about their physical needs when I myself was a virgin and hadn’t been touched by anyone else.

“Back to my story.” Kim sounded a little impatient. It was clear that she did not enjoy having the spotlight taken from her.

One of my sneakers slipped from the brim of the toilet and it almost landed on the bowl. I held my breath to see if any of the girls heard the squeaky sound but they were all immersed in Kim’s story that none of them had taken notice of.

Or so I thought.

At five foot five, I stood no chance at all with Kim and her tall statuesque clique.

All gorgeous with bodies to die for and impressive flexibility that made them queens of the school for all the glory they brought from cheerleading competitions. Their direct counterpart was the football team who also won back to back championships every season.

Most of the girls in the cheering squad had football players for boyfriends but somehow, Kim was only fixated with Harry. When he dated her was the only time that she took notice of me as nobody ever paid attention to the golden boy’s wallflower cousin.

Just the way I like it but perhaps it was the reason Kim resented me too much.

My feet touched the cold tile floors, my slightly trembling knees locked into place.

A small gust of wind blew the loose strands of hair out of my face when the door was pushed open.

Brianna Hale stood before me. Behind her, Crista Long, Harriet Pierce, and Roxane Johnson formed a half circle, leering at me with their arms crossed below their ample bosoms.

“Look who we have here,” Brianna spit out. “

The girls parted and Kim walked between them like the ringleader that she was.

Fiery red hair curled to perfection up in a ponytail and a sharp angular face painted as a work of art, Kim was the picture of a living goddess. Her arms hang casually on her sides, hips swaying as she closed in on me.

“Oh, what the cat has dug out from the litter.”

I wasn’t sure there was such an expression but I chalked it off due to nervousness instead of critically thinking about it. This girl could say that the grass is blue and people would believe her.

After what I had heard, I was genuinely not in the mood to bite back. Other times that I did, I never made a dent, anyway and it only made it worse for me.

I still remember how one time I earned a bruise on my hip when I yanked myself away from having a p***s drawn to one of my white blouses. They still drew it, and because I tried to escape, I even had an additional purple splotch.

I’d thrown that blouse away, thankful that my mother was rarely home to question why one pair of my uniforms were incomplete. No matter, I could always just wash and wear another blouse twice.

The price I had to pay for pushing back.

It was futile to resist but I still made a run for it.

“Not so fast, imp.”

My body froze upon hearing those words and it was like I was transported back under the murky depths of the lake, lungs about to explode from the algae water filling them.

It could easily have been a coincidence that they associated me with the title or Abe had already begun his world domination and obtained followers.

WIth my short legs, there wasn’t even a challenge for any of the girls to catch me, and the next thing I knew, there was an extremely sharp pain on the right side of my head and warm liquid was trickling down my eye.

“s**t,” I heard one girl exclaim.

The hard grip on my arm loosened and I lost my balance, falling on the floor, dizzy. My arms went out, reflexively trying to cushion my fall. I vaguely felt my glasses slip from my nose, hearing it hit the marble tiles.

My vision darkened and I had no choice but to close my eyes tightly, warding off the unbearable hurt spreading on my skull. Slowly, I rest my head on the disgusting bathroom floor, curling on my side as I will the swirling colors behind my eyes to settle.

I heard the door to the bathroom opened, followed by a deep, demanding voice.

“What the f**k happened here?”

It was the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.