Chapter 2
"Kris!" Noelle's voice pierced through the blinding rain. Her complexion was smeared and she looked like a mess. If Kris or one of his friend saw her she would be on her way home, but if not, she would have to walk around the mall more until she found Geri, or it was back to the bus stop with Becky. "Kris!" she yelled again.
Dodging one more car, Noelle reached the white Ford Mustang Kris, his friends, and his older brother were in. She frantically pounded on the windshield. The windshield wipers were moving and she tried not to hit them. They probably think I'm come crazy person, she thought. Wait, I guess I am.
Everyone in the car stared at her with wild eyes. The only one not looking at her like that was Kris. He was looking at her with rage.
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That's weird, Noelle thought, stopping her pounding. Why is he looking at me like that? The passenger door opened and Chris Gage stuck his head out.
"What are you doing?" he yelled at her, a bit scared. Noelle looked at him and gave him a nervous smile. "Oh, God, Noelle what are you doing?"
"I need a ride home. Can I come in?"
"If it's ok. Hold on a second." Chris tucked his head back in the car. There were some murmurs before he came back out. "Come in."
"Thank you so much!" Noelle scrunched into the car between Kris and Zack Krizaski
"We're gonna take Zack home first, ok?" Kris's brother, Greg, said from the front seat.
"Ok," Zack and Chris replied. Noelle just smiled at Greg in the mirror. He looked away, then back again at Noelle in the mirror, shuddering a bit. Noelle dropped her smile and looked out the window on Kris's side.
"What's up?" she said to him after a few minutes of silence, except for the blaring radio.
"Nothing," Kris simply replied.
"Oh." There was a slight pause. "Well, I'm sure you'd be happy to know that Becky hates me now."
"Really!" His voice was dripping with anger and sarcasm.
"Kris, what is your problem?" Noelle asked once again.
"Nothing, not much, no, nothing!" By this time he was shouting. Chris turned around to face the back, while Zack diverted his attention from passing cars to stare at him. Greg kept his eyes on the road and sung along to the music, oblivious to the scene occurring behind him.
"No, really, come on. Did I do something, as Becky said I did when I didn't do anything except talk to you in Shifty's-" She stopped when she saw the look on Kris's face: a look of sadness and anger. "What? Tell me what I did, ok?"
"You didn't do anything! It was Becky!"
"What? Why are you mad at me for something Becky did?"
"I'm not mad at you, I'm just...frustrated."
"Then what's the problem?" Kris dropped his expression and stared out the window again.
"Nothing, just forget it, it's nothing."
"Uh-uh, no, boy." Noelle took Kris by the shoulder closest to the window and spun him around to face her. "You're going to tell me what's going on." Kris stared at her, motionless. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.
"Later," he said. He quickly jerked away and continued looking out the window.
"Fine." Noelle leaned back against the seat. Chris and Zack were looking at her with confused expressions. "What are you looking at? God, haven't you ever seen a fight before?" They looked at each other, keeping their expressions, then they looked back at Noelle. "Obviously not," she grumbled.
"Zack get ready to get out of the car," Greg said after a little while. He was evidently not happy that he got stuck with the job of driving his 13-year-old brother and his friends around. Zack nodded in agreement.
"What happened to the other people that were with you guys?" Noelle asked.
"I don't know. I think they took the bus or something. There wasn't enough room in my precious car," Greg replied, patting the dashboard.
"The bus? Poor Becky." Noelle thought about what she said, and when she saw Kris's evil glare, she corrected herself. "Wait, why am I worrying about Becky? She just a big fucker." Kris's expression softened.
"Get out!" Greg yelled at Zack as they got to his house, half-joking, half-serious.
"Ok, man, God..."Zack muttered as he left the Mustang. "See ya Chris, Noelle, and Kris. That sounds weird: Chris, Noelle, and Kris. It sounds like-"
"Yeah, bye Zack," Greg said, slamming the door, leaving Zack standing in the driveway of his house. Not long after, Chris got dropped off at his house.
"Greg, drive back to our house, ok?" Kris asked his brother.
"Why?" Greg shot back.
"First of all, you won't have to take another pit stop before you get to go home."
"And second?"
"You'll have more time to get ready to go on your date or whatever."
"Ok, our house it is." Noelle was puzzled, but still did not argue with Greg about going to the Hart house. When they got there, Kris spoke up.
"Alright, Greg, now go get ready for whatever you need to do, Gay Freak," Kris said in an every-day tone.
"Funny. See ya guys." Greg opened the door and got out.
"What?" Noelle asked Kris in an inferior tone.
"Since you're not friends with Becky anymore, I can tell you." Noelle had no idea what her friend was talking about, but she listened, anyway.
"Becky's parents have been friends with mine almost forever, right?" he began. Noelle nodded, rolling her eyes. "Well, they went out to dinner one night and didn't come home until really early in the morning."
"Does this story have a point?" Noelle interrupted.
Ignoring her, Kris continued.
"When my parents came home, they were laughing for no apparent reason because they were drunk. Surprisingly enough, my dad was really tired and decided to go to sleep. My mom was wide-awake, but told him to go along, anyway. I was up, 'cause I was watching Letterman and Conan O'Brien, also waiting for The Daily Show to come on Comedy Central. My mom sat down and watched TV with me for a little while. She told me something.
"She said to me, 'Your father is going to have to know.' I asked her what she was talking about, because he already knew that I stayed up really late." By this time, Noelle had shifted positions numerous times, mainly from boredom. She was still listening, though. "She said, 'No, not that. He has to know that I'm having an affair.'" Noelle became suddenly alert. "I was pretty tired, so I just said something like, 'Really? With who?', but not really concerned. 'James Johnson', she said."
"What?!" Noelle shifted her position yet again, banging her head on the roof of the car. She came back down to a sitting position, squashing Kris against the car door. "Oh, God, Kris! Why didn't you tell me that your mom was bumping Becky's dad?"
"You would have told Becky, then she would have told her mom, more than likely. Her mom would tell her dad and get mad at him, and, being a judge and all, her mom would take her dad and my mom to court and get them thrown in jail for years for some reason or another."
"Yeah, but if you told me to swear not to tell anyone, I wouldn't have told Becky!"
"Right, sure." Kris wasn't buying it. "But that's not the whole story."
"Fuck, Kris, there's more?!" Noelle scooted away from him and back to the middle seat.
"Yeah. After Mom went to sleep, I was still watching TV, but I wasn't really paying attention. I knew I had to tell my dad, but I didn't know when. The next morning when my dad got up and came downstairs to eat breakfast, I was still staring at the screen. He asked me, 'Have you been up all night?' And you know what I said?" Before Noelle could answer, Kris continued. "I said, 'Mom's having an affair with Becky Johnson's dad.'"
"Kris, you freakin' queer!" Noelle was getting annoyed at her friend's stupidness, yet sympathetic for his family.
"My dad didn't believe me at first. Then I told him again and I told him to ask mom, so he did, and she said it was true. He threw my mom out of the house and I haven't seen her since." Noelle was gawking with her jaw hanging wide open. "That's why I hate Becky so much." Not knowing what reaction to expect, Kris sighed and looked out the window again.
"Dammit, Kris," Noelle said with sympathy. "God, you should have told me before." She inched closer to him and embraced him in a semi-warm hug. (Yeah, yeah, this is really mushy and annoying, but it gets better.) They continued hugging for a few more minutes when Kris said something.
"Nice jugs," he said. Noelle backed up from the hug with an angry/confused look on her face.
"Excuse me?!" she said.
"I said that you have nice tits."
"Shit, Kris, are you delirious or something?"
"No, not at all. You just have nice boobs. Can I get a better look?" He started to peer down at Noelle's chest.
"Oh my God, you nasty pervert!" Noelle screamed. She covered her chest with her arms. "What's your problem?"
"I don't know," he replied. "I guess...hormones."
"Hormones? That's all you can say? Hormones?! Are you sure you're not delirious?"
"Positive. Sorry." He backed up as far as he could against the door and folded his hands in his lap.
"Ok, then." Noelle calmed down a little bit, but kept a safe distance. They sat in silence until, once again, Kris spoke up.
"Can I see them, though?"
"No!"
"Sorry, hormones again."
"Understandable." Ew, Noelle thought. Kris is pretty hot, though. But he's only a friend.
"Hey, Greg won't be done getting ready for another hour or so. Wanna come inside my house-no, wait, it would be too hectic. My dad would probably be walking around in a bath robe and cussing at the top of his lungs."
"Well, that settles that, doesn't it?" Noelle smiled. Kris smiled back.
"Hey, wanna have sex?"
"No!" Noelle brought her hand up in a way that said she was about to slap his face.
"Right, sorry." Kris smiled a quaint smile and turned back to the window.
"Kris?" Noelle said, looking at him.
"Yeah?"
"Ok."
"Huh?"
"I'll have sex with you." Kris got wide-eyed.
"Um, cool." He smiled, then Noelle smiled and pulled her shirt up over her head. Kris did the same with his shirt. Noelle came over to him and started to kiss him. Kris was being pressed back against the window, and, at first, he was startled at Noelle's aggressiveness, but quickly caught on. He started to undo the button and zipper on her jeans.
"Oh!" Noelle let out a soft moan. She grabbed the hand that Kris was using to unbutton her jeans and pulled it up to her mouth to begin kissing it. Kris looked at her in a way that said "We shouldn't be doing this", and Noelle just smiled mischievously.
Soon the windows were steamed, all clothes were off, and Noelle and Kris were on top of each other in the backseat of Greg Hart's white Mustang GT. Then, from the driveway, came the honking of a car horn. Kris's mom was back.
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