“Not bad. A little skinny maybe but I can work with that,”
said Terry, realizing he was slurring his words a bit. He didn’t think he was that drunk, but maybe
he was. “What you think?”
“I think
it’s time we called it a night,” replied Nick with a wry smile.
“But we
haven’t got laid yet!”
“Well why
don’t we just go home and lay each other?
That’ll take care of all our problems.”
“What?”
“Nevermind,
let’s go.”
They left
the bar and walked outside. Nick told
Terry to put on his jacket even though he said he wasn’t cold. But Nick was all like, you’re drunk and stuff
and so you don’t know you’re cold and you’re gotta get hypothermia and
shit. So Terry put on his jacket and he
was all hot and stuff but whatever it was totally snowing and it was so
pretty. Cerise loved snow. “Cerise loves snow.”
“Yeah?”
They got to
Terry’s car and Nick took Terry’s keys out of his hand.
“She loves
to play in the snow. She’s like a little
kid… all playing in the snow… we played in the snow before. We’d do that… we’d go to parks and stuff.”
“Sounds
fun,” said Nick, pushing Terry into the passenger seat, and pulling on the
seatbelt.
“I can do
my own fucking buckle, dude!” Terry
pushed Nick away and closed the door.
Nick got in
the car and put on his seatbelt and checked the mirrors and stuff. He was so responsible and shit. He wasn’t even drunk. Had he even had anything to drink at all? What the fuck?
“She’s
prolly all playing in the snow with fuckhead.
Fucking fuckhead. Do you think
it’d be bad if I beat him up?”
“Yeah, I
think it’d be bad,” said Nick as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the
snowy road all covered in pretty, pretty Cherry snow.
“One time I
beat up Andrew and he was my friend.”
“Why’d you
do that?”
“’Cause he
raped Karine.”
The car
swerved slightly as Nick looked over at Terry.
“Seriously?”
“Shit! I wasn’t supposed to say anything! Don’t tell her I told you!”
“Ok, I
won’t.”
“Shit. That was close. I almost told you a secret. Shit.
Karine would’ve been so pissed.”
It was still snowing all pretty and stuff. It was like all coming at the windshield all
like little tiny arrows or whatever. It
was cool.
“Well luckily
you stopped yourself in time.”
“Time for
what? Oh, Karine, yeah. She doesn’t like people to know.”
“I can
understand that.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t
want people to like, I dunno, judge her or whatever.” Pretty, pretty, snow, snow, snowy, snowy,
snow, snow.
“Yeah, I
totally get that.”
“So you
have to keep it a secret.”
“Don’t
worry,” said Nick. “I’m real good at
keeping secrets.”
“Come on
you guys! I have to be home like now!”
Jay screeched.
“What’s
your rush?” asked Karine in irritation.
“I have to
go to Toronto
with my family today! I promised I’d be
home by morning!”
“Well
there’s no way you’re gonna make it,” said Karl with a smirk.
“Well I
gotta at least try!”
“Well I’m
not done packing!”
“Well
fuck!”
Was it fun
watching Jay and Karine argue or was it simply annoying? Did it mean they had a passionate
relationship or did it mean they were both whiny babies? Cerise couldn’t decide but either way their
yelling was giving her a headache. “Why
doesn’t Jay go on ahead with whoever is ready and then Karl can wait for Karine
and whoever else isn’t ready,” she suggested.
“Yeah,
fine, whatever,” said Karine, sipping coffee and not even pretending to
pack.
“’Cause I
mean, I’m ready,” Cerise went on.
Vani and
Willy agreed they were set to go.
“So I get
stuck with all the girls?” asked Karl, eliciting a glare from Sarah. “Which is perfect because I love being in
close quarters with three chatty women,” he sighed.
“Gee, I
wonder why we ever broke up,” Sarah smirked.
“Not that I’m trying to dredge up the past or anything!”
Karl glared
at her. “Don’t make me do the panties
chant!”
Willy was
being pretty weird on the drive home.
When Jay thanked Cerise for getting them going, Willy made a big point
of how he apparently abandoned Karine and chose to leave early with
Cerise. Jay kept telling him to shut up
and Willy kept saying it was an “interesting” choice. Vani simply chanted the panties song all the
way home. It was a pretty painful drive.
Jay got an
earful from his parents when he got home so late. But his sister, Amy thanked him since she was
in no rush to get to Toronto
either. Even though all his clothes from
the cabane were wet or dirty he didn’t have time to pack anew so he just left
his bag in the trunk and sat in the back while his parents bickered up
front.
Willy was
such an ass. Not only for giving him a
ridiculous ultimatum but for being so obvious about it in front of Cerise on
the drive home. She didn’t seem to
suspect anything but still. His plan was
to ignore the ultimatum for now and hopefully by the time he got back from Toronto the guys would
have forgotten about it.
When they
got to his uncle’s house, his parents made a big point of blaming Jay for their
being so late. “He just had to spend a
few days with his friends up north. You
know how teenagers are these days.”
“Oh of
course,” agreed his aunt. “It’s all
about their friends at this age. Never
family. They don’t care a lick about
family!”
“We
practically had to drag him here!”
“That’s not
even true,” muttered Jay under his breath.
“Oh I know!
Teenagers, they’re so ungrateful!”
“It’s shameful really. We’re the ones putting a roof over their
heads, keeping their bellies full. You’d
think they’d show some gratitude!”
“But nooo! They just can’t stand to be around us!”
“You wouldn’t believe what Josie
wanted to do for Christmas. She wanted
to go on a ski trip with her friends. On
Christmas day! Christmas day!”
“Unbelievable!”
“Yeah, so
unbelievable,” cousin Josie smirked.
Jay and Amy
nodded sympathetically and they all walked down to the basement to watch boring
holiday movies with their annoying little cousins. How come Jay was the only one to had to put
up with shit like this? None of his
friends had to go to bumfuck nowhere for x-mas break! They all got to hang out and have fun but he
was stuck with a bunch of kids and drunk old people! It was so unfair! There was probably no one in the world who
had to endure anything worse!
“I don’t
see why you can’t do better. It’s only
Cegep.” Shauna’s mother sighed.
Shauna kept
her head down and concentrated on her breakfast.
“If you’re
doing this poorly now, just imagine how you’ll do in University! It just gets harder from here on in,
Shauna. I don’t think you’ll even be
able to get into McGill with grades like these.”
“You need
to put in more effort.”
Though
Shauna was pleased to have passed all her courses through the miracle of
cheating, her parents didn’t think her grades were up to par. “I’m doing better than Malcolm did!”
Her brother
glared at her, eyes brimming with fire.
“We’re not
talking about Malcolm right now.
Although you’re right that he needs to put in more effort as well. You’re both lazy is all.”
“Absolutely,
unbelievably lazy,” agreed their father.
“But stupid too. I don’t
understand how I ended up with such underachievers. What’s wrong with you two?” he grumbled, his
voice rising.
“Well,
there won’t be anything wrong tonight, isn’t that right kids?” Shauna’s mother
changed the subject, her voice high and nervous. “We’re all going to be on our best behaviour
for our guests, won’t we?”
Shauna and
her brother nodded. The trick was just
to take it one task at a time. First
she’d have to finish breakfast and then she’d have to get ready, do her hair,
put on a stupid dress. Then there was
the party. That would take several
hours. But she could get through
it. Maybe. Probably not.
She should just go ahead and kill herself right now, with like the
butter knife or something. Better yet,
she’d wait for the party and do it in front of the Christmas tree. She’d jump off the railing at the top of the
stairs and land right on the tree! That
probably wouldn’t kill her though. So
she’d slit her wrists first and then jump and the blood spray would be
fantastic!
If only she
could bring Leanne to the party. She
hadn’t asked permission because she didn’t want her parents to smell the
gayness on her friend but still, it would have been cool. Or better yet, if Cerise could come. No, not Cerise, that stupid cow! Shauna didn’t even like Cerise! She hated her! She was just a stupid, spoiled princess with
a perfect life! A perfect face and a
perfect body and a perfect family!
Fucking bitch!
Cerise
wondered if her mom’s boyfriend, André was a permanent fixture in their lives
now. He was so annoying. And his daughter, Trista wasn’t much better;
in fact, she was worse. Cerise and her
sisters got a bunch of dorky new age stuff for Trista’s Christmas present and
when she opened the gift, she seemed non-plussed. As annoying as she was, she wasn’t stupid and
probably realized it was a sarcastic gift.
She thanked them profusely, a
little too profusely and went on and on about how great crystals were. “I just find that they’re so good for
cleansing spaces of negative energies.
‘Cause for some reason I just always feel so many negative energies
lately.”
“Maybe you’re feeling your
karma,” suggested Julie, eliciting snickers from Cerise and Simone.
Angela interrupted before Trista
could respond, and distributed more gifts. This was seriously the most awkward Christmas
ever. Cerise supposed it would always be
like this now. There would always be a
certain weirdness with her parents’ new significant others, unless they stuck
around so long that they all got used to each other, which didn’t seem like a
pleasant alternative. Cerise wondered
how Terry dealt with it; having so many different families to contend with.
“This is your captain speaking,
we’re experiencing some turbulence.
Please remain seated with your seatbelts securely fastened.”
Vicky laughed as well, as she
cleaned up all the torn wrapping paper from Christmas morning. For once Britt was pleased with all her gifts
and Vicky seemed pleased too. Terry had
to admit it was a pretty good Christmas so far.
This afternoon Vicky was going to visit her mother and Terry would be
relieved of Britt duty for a while. Then
he could go visit his parents if he wanted.
But if he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to, he supposed. Which made this pretty much the best
Christmas ever. Except that he was
lonely as fuck. Which is probably how
Karine always felt.
“Oh hey,” said Karine, letting
Brady inside.
She hadn’t been expecting him and
she supposed it was meant to be a nice, Christmas surprise but she wished he
would have texted first. As it was she looked
like shit, all swaddled up in flannel pajamas, with bedhead and no makeup. Brady didn’t seem to mind, immediately
wrapping her up in an embrace. She
giggled and pushed him away playfully and soon enough they were on the couch in
the den, making out.
He had her clothes off in an
instant and was inside her before she even realized what was going on. She let him continue and thought about
Terry. He flipped her around and she
thought he was going to take her from behind like usual but then she felt his
penis pressing up against her anus.
Seriously? Was he seriously
trying to do anal without warning, without lube, without any kind of
discussion?!
She pulled away and whirled
around. “Are you fucking serious?”
“God, don’t be such a prude,” he
smiled. “It’ll be fun.”
“You can’t just fucking do
something like that without even like asking first!”
He sighed heavily. “Ok, can I fuck your ass?”
“No!”
“Fine, we’ll do it boring style.”
“Fuck off!” She scrambled to get her pajamas back
on.
“Oh for Christ sake! I really didn’t think you of all people would
be such a fucking baby about this!”
“Are you being fucking serious
right now? You think this is me being a
baby? You think it’s fucking normal to
just like try to stick your dick in my ass without even asking?”
“I’ve done it lots of times
before and no one’s ever freaked out.”
“If that’s true, then those
people were either roofied or so low on self-esteem that they thought you were a valid human being. Get the fuck out of my house!”
She gathered up Brady’s clothes
and shoved them at him, then walked to the front door. He followed, carrying his things and
yelling. “Gimme a fucking break, Karine. Are you for real? Just calm the fuck down!”
“Get out of my house right now,
before I call the fucking cops!” She
opened the front door and pushed him outside, naked, throwing his boots in his
face and slamming the door shut, locking it tightly. He yelled and screamed and she watched him
through the window as he dressed in the snow.
It would have been funny if it wasn’t so depressing.
“Fucking prude!” he shouted
before walking away.
She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t let herself. He wasn’t worth it. No one was.
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