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Day Eighteen: Thursday
Wham!
Alisha slammed her hand down on her alarm clock as it went off, hitting the snooze button. She hated the noise it made each morning, but that's why she regularly used it, because she knew it would wake her up. But today it seemed much louder than previous mornings.
She moved to reposition herself to be partially sitting up. Her head had a dull throbbing to it, and...
"Oh no..." said Alisha, hastily jumping out of bed, and rushing to her washroom.
With her hand over her mouth, Alisha moved as fast as she could to her toilet, and kneeled down in front of it. At almost the exact time she did, she was throwing up.
"What is going on with me?"
Alisha thought to herself.
"Where did this... nausea come from?"
After a few more minutes of kneeling in front of the toilet, she flushed away all she had expelled, and started cleaning herself up. She brushed her teeth much longer than usual, and three times used mouth wash to get any hint of vomit flavor that might be lingering gone from her mouth.
After taking a quick shower, Alisha returned to her room. The alarm was going off once again, having forgotten to turn it off after violently hitting snooze. It still seemed much louder than usual, but she was able to turn it off without further violence towards it.
"Well that was... fun," Alisha quietly said to herself sarcastically. "And let me guess, Vicky, the usual for what I get to wear today?"
Silence.
"Vicky?"
Alisha was only met with further silence.
"Fine, I get it," said Alisha. "I know better than to ask you in the first place."
Alisha put on an outfit that wouldn't cause her parents to freak out, and as usual, packed herself an outfit to change into at school that was much more revealing. But as she looked into her bag, she noticed her math books, and realized she hadn't completed the assignment due for that day.
"Fuck!" Alisha said to herself.
She pulled out the assignment, but started breathing much easier when she saw it was only the last four questions needing answers. Rather than actually answering them, she simply filled in what she had written in for the previous four questions, work and all. She knew that Mr. Morris would be looking for whether it was filled in or not, not what was actually written in. With her assignment now "finished," Alisha gathered everything she needed, and went downstairs for breakfast.
***
It wasn't easy to think of anything but what had happened with Shawn the night before while Alisha rode in on the bus to school; she had her first sexual encounter where Vicky didn't take her over once. It was like the night was on replay in Alisha's mind, over and over and over. How she kissed him, how she moved her head to be in front of his cock, and how she took it in her mouth. And most damning to her, how she not only didn't object when Shawn spun her around to take her from behind, but how she had yelled out for all the neighbors to hear for Shawn to "fuck her."
"What is wrong with me,"
thought Alisha.
Once again, Alisha was met with silence.
"Are you there?"
Alisha asked, hoping Vicky would answer her.
But Alisha was still met with silence.
"I know, stupid question, you're always there,"
thought Alisha.
"And let me guess, you're proud of me for what happened last night."
Alisha looked out the window as the bus ride continued, still not getting any responses from Vicky, and with the memories of the night before still playing over and over in her mind.
Soon enough, the bus pulled up in front of the school. Once Alisha had left the bus, she went to complete her usual morning routine; she went to her usual washroom, where she changed into her more revealing outfit she had packed.
***
"And good morning to you," said Evan, as he took his seat beside Alisha.
"Good morning," said Alisha, not giving him much attention.
"You ok?" Evan asked.
"Yea, why?"
"Don't be mad, but you look, I dunno, more tired than usual..?"
"Ok..?" said Alisha, slightly annoyed.
"Just saying," said Evan. "If something's up, I won't say no to helping you."
Alisha turned to look at Evan, first at his face, then down his seated body, then back to his face.
"I'll let you know if I need help," Alisha said, still annoyed.
As she turned back to face forward, she found herself feeling more confused.
"What just happened?"
Alisha thought.
"Usually you'd make some sort of remark, especially since he said "something's up." Fuck, I even looked him up and down just to see for myself if that meant something more. What is wrong with me? And why aren't you answering me?"
"Alright class," said Mr. Morris. "Assignments on your desks, and once I've checked them, we'll go over the answers."
***
"Alisha? Alisha?"
"Sorry, what?" said Alisha.
"Are you alright?" Toni asked, seated across from her at their lunch table. "You were like, super zoned out."
"Yea, I'm ok.
"Something on your mind?" Rachel chimed in. "You know you can talk to us."
"Yea, but it's nothing," lied Alisha. "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"Been there before," said Toni.
Alisha turned her attention to her barely touched lunch in front of her. She tried to take a few bites, but found her appetite was next to zero.
"So, I talked to my parents last night," said Toni. "And if you both want, you can come over Saturday night for a sleepover."
"Oh I'm so in!" said Rachel. "How about you, Alisha?"
"I... yea, I'm in," said Alisha. "I'll just have to talk to my parents first."
"Let me know as soon as you do," said Toni. "It's been like, forever since I've had you both over."
"Yea, I think last time was back in... July?" said Rachel. "That was when Jackie-"
The whole group went silent at the mention of Jackie.
"Awkward," Toni said, playfully.
As Rachel and Toni continued their conversation, two tables over, Alisha caught sight of Samantha, who was waving at her.
"I'm gonna go," said Alisha as she interrupted the two. "I think Samantha wants to talk about me."
"Suit yourself," said Toni. "I used to more or less hate her, but ever since, you know, happened, she doesn't seem nearly as bad."
"Yea, I guess," said Alisha. "I'll see you in PE"
Alisha packed her lunch back into her bag, and walked over to where Samantha was seated.
"Took you long enough," said Samantha. "I was waving at you for like forever!"
"Sorry," said Alisha, "It's been a... day."
"Well, anyway, Caitie has extra tickets to the concert happening tomorrow night! And she asked if both me and you want to come!"
"Oh," said Alisha. "Who's playing?"
"Who cares!" said Samantha. "It's a concert! Tight, up close dancing is bound to happen up at the front, and that's all I need to say yes. How about it?"
Alisha paused. This was when Vicky would usually tell her to say yes to whatever crazy thing was being proposed to her, but all she was getting was more silence.
"Where the fuck are you?"
Alisha thought, hoping Vicky would answer her.
"Well?" asked Samantha, clearly excited.
Alisha collected herself, turning her attention to the smiling Samantha sitting right in front of her.
"Sure, why not," said Alisha.
"Perfect!" said Samantha. "We can pick you up near your place."
"Who's all going?" Alisha asked.
"All I know is now you, me, and Caitie. She has some of her friends coming too, but I don't know who, probably some of the people from her party."
"Great,"
Alisha thought. "Knowing my luck it'll be some of the people that fucked me."
Their conversation was interrupted by a bell ringing out, signaling five minutes until the next class starts.
"Guess it's time to go," said Alisha.
"I'll meet you there," said Samantha. "Turner never seems to give a shit if we're a few minutes late anyways."
***
PE class went by for Alisha without incident. She paired up with Toni for drills as the class continued with basketball. Even after the drills, when the class split up for some scrimmages, nothing out of the ordinary took place. While to anyone else, this would be fine, to Alisha, this was completely out of the ordinary, and was leading her to be almost paranoid.
"Ok, seriously,"
thought Alisha, having just taken her seat on the bus to head home.
"Where the fuck are you, Vicky?"
Alisha's mind was only met with more silence. Soon, the bus started moving, and she was on her way home.
"Vicky, I'm serious here,"
thought Alisha.
"Where the fuck did you go? Are you playing some weird game with me?"
Silence.
"Fuck, Vicky! Stop this! You're driving me insane!"
"Well, if you insist,"
said Vicky.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
said Alisha.
"Where were you?"
"I was here the whole time,"
Vicky replied calmly.
"Then why weren't you answering me?"
"Because I thought it'd be nice to reward you for last night for a day off from me, you had sex for the first time unassisted! Clearly that's not what you wanted though, given how much you kept constantly begging for me."
"You could have just told me!"
"I wanted to surprise you,"
said Vicky.
"But clearly you can't live without me. Also, I gotta say, I am so impressed with how vulgar you're getting. I love it."
"So, now what?"
"Well, you begged for me to come back, so here I am."
"That's not what I meant,"
said Alisha.
"Then what did you mean?"
"You should know, you always tell me you can hear what I'm thinking."
"I know,"
said Vicky.
"But I want you to say it."
Alisha sighed as she looked out the window.
"Well first, we need to figure out the concert tomorrow that I already said yes to. And second, we need to reply to Shawn."
"Easy,"
said Vicky.
"I'll take care of the concert, you take care of Shawn."
"But what do I say to him?"
"Uh, say yes?"
"Yes? But if we keep meeting up, we're probably gonna get caught!"
"So what,"
said Vicky. "Risky sex is the best sex!"
"But-"
