I am not quite certain what happened while I relaxed under the shower. It was sort of an out of body experience, but more individually spiritual than any sanctioned religious definition. Considering I had recently been gang raped by eleven girls sporting strap on dildos, I suppose you could say I had my reasons. And, based upon everything I heard and understood, it was going to happen again. While losing myself to the steady stream of water cascading over my bruised, tattooed and battered body, I considered everything that had happened. There was still a piece of the setup missing somewhere. Yeah, that $50 bet was the main point, but somewhere, something kept biting at the back of my head that there was another piece to that puzzle that I needed to discover. And really, how easily that whole orchestrated mess could have been avoided if I just hadn't played pool. Or if I had played with that guy for $20 and taken a cab home.
I reflected on the 18 years of relatively no sex life before 10 days ago. What had I really done sexually? Masturbation, a few blowjobs and a bunch of hand jobs was the entirety of my sexual repertoire. Was that really so below the norm for an eighteen year old girl? And now look at me! In ten days I had become a total lesbian slut. I had my first orgasms with other people. I had been gang banged, if non-vaginal sex counts as a gang bang. It was actually rather amazing when I thought of the things I had done. I almost could feel a sense of pride in those accomplishments if they weren't so opposite what I thought I should be. If only I could be who I was and still have these ...
Well, maybe not. I mean, it isn't like there was any of this I wanted truly was it? Well, some of the games were exciting. But, if I could go back and take them all away, I'm pretty sure I would. My budding love with Farin was thrilling. Best sex in my life. Would I be willing to trade all these dreadful things for that night and day we spent together by the stream? I'm not sure I would.
What if I had been just a non-entity? Hadn't that been my goal really? Sure, I played soccer and lacrosse, but I wasn't like a team captain or anything. I never aspired to do it to make a mark on the high school or the world. It was pure exercise and competition and fun for me. I didn't get great grades. About the only thing truly different about me was my love for art. But, there are like 20 other kids in that class, so even that isn't truly unique. So, it really all boils down to the perception of Farin.
The lesbian who had a crush on me had inadvertently orchestrated this mess by putting me on some pedestal that was invisible to everyone else. Even me. Shouldn't I despise her for that? It is almost laughable that she got what she wanted. Was that by intent? I had to believe it was not. For my sanity to remain in tact, what little seemed left, I had to believe that she truly had no idea about this bet between her sister and Jill when she offered me up.
Ahh, history, such a 20-20 should have would have fantasy. I went through about 100 what-ifs while I zoned out. Why bother mentioning any of them? I had no time machine. I had a million regrets and no way to reverse them. So, that leaves me with 33 days of misery before I got my life back. Well, unless Darla gives me some more opportunities to bet some more time off.
Didn't I have a couple of detentions? Hmmm. Guess I better make those up this week.
I think I had a lot of homework tonight. Better get on that. Oh yeah, I am going to Courtney's.
Well... that seems to make no sense, but random thoughts that bring you back to your current reality seldom do.
"Carrie!" Farin was calling to me while lightly slapping my face. When my eyes groggily opened, she was holding my chin and looking very concerned.
I did a double take of waking up and let out an exasperated sigh. "Time to go?"
Farin still looked concerned. "Erm. Yeah. Time to go. You okay?"
I gave her a cursory smile and affirmed that I was not ready to go to the mental institution yet. We dried off and got dressed and headed out with Courtney to her car. Now, Courtney was your typical cheerleader... at least by my perception of a cheerleader. She had no job. She had a convertible sports car. She had the blonde hair and the blue eyes and the bouncy figure and the bouncy, but somewhat superior, attitude that I associate with a cheerleader.
And so, as we climbed into her convertible and I climbed in back with Farin sitting up front with Courtney, I cringed a bit at what she might have in store for me. I still remembered the great debt I owed her for breaking her nose and... well... trying to kill her. She was such a beautiful girl and now sported matching black eyes and a nose in a metal brace. I wondered how she was going to have me start making up for that.
Courtney and Farin were engaged in conversation up front, not really including me though I knew at least some of the discussion was about me. I caught Courtney changing the angle on her rear view mirror and it looked like she was aiming it at the back seat instead of the road. Farin was complaining, but relented apparently and huffed herself into silence in the passenger seat.
"Carrie..." Courtney called back to me. "Move to the middle of the back seat for me."
I complied. Why wouldn't I? I unbuckled, moved and re-buckled in the middle of the seat.
The thing about Courtney that really and truly irritates the shit out of me is her evenness. She never raises her voice, never seems to get angry. Okay, like there was the time I came to her house the day after I beat the shit out of her and she was home because she couldn't go looking like she did and she STILL spoke calmly the whole time. I mean... the girl fucking irritates me.
I looked into her eyes through the rear view mirror. She was looking right at me and smiling brightly. "Flip up your skirt and tuck the front into the waist, lift your shirt over your boobs, spread your legs and touch the doors with your feet, put your arms on the back of the seat spread nice and wide." She said it all calmly as usual, sing-songy almost.
I know she saw the daggers flying from my eyes. But, I had crossed a line with her and kind of owed her. Sure, she deserved it, kind of. But it wasn't really her I should have taken all that anger out on, she was just the easy target. Now, I'm not so sure she wasn't as malicious as all the rest. Besides, I knew she was paying me back at her house and I really wanted to stay on her good side today. So, I feigned a smile and complied with her request.
When my top and skirt were up and my arms and legs stretched as instructed, she smiled at me in the mirror. Looking between me and the road the whole time she said "Gee Farin, I'm a little warm, how do you feel?"