Mariette and Jamie sat outside the school on Wednesday. They both had dark circles under their eyes.
The previous night rumors of the incident involving JC had already gotten to the media. The remaining guys and Johnny held a press conference and said that JC was on vacation and that the police were at a neighbors house. The rest of the guys and Mariette had also been questioned by the police. No one else from the cursed group was questioned, however. Obviously the police saw no reason to question them. They didn't know.
Jamie handed Mariette the paper. "You don't have to do it, you know," she said.
Mariette placed her hands over her stomach. "I can't afford for something bad to happen to me. I have a little Chasez in there and I have to keep it safe."
"Tell me honestly though, would you have minded if JC got his nipples pierced?"
Mariette squinted up at the clear, blue sky. It almost let her believe that everything was good and right with the world. Almost.
"If it meant he could still be here with me. . .no, I wouldn't have minded. I don't really think that I would be aroused by something like that, but he would look cute with a tatoo."
Jamie laughed. Even though she knew that it was wrong, she was glad that Corey had died. At least he wasn't in any more pain.
Mariette opened the paper and found her ad.
Mariette~Tell every teacher in school go to hell
She sighed and threw the paper down. "Might as well get this over with." She and Jamie stood. "C'mon, we'll go to Mrs. Vacirca's art class first. That bitch gave me a D on that cute little kitty I made my freshman year." The walked down the hall to Mrs. Vacirca's art class.
Mrs. Vacirca was in her mid thirties but liked to think otherwise. She might have been pretty at one point but most of her natural beauty had faded from toiling day in, day out, year after year, for the bratty students at Ponce de Leon High.
She died it's hair to its original blonde, trying to recapture her youth, but instead, her hair turned out a pale orange. It was also incredibly kinky. She was just your everyday eccentric art teacher that had studied art with fame and fortune in mind but had to settle for teaching at a highschool.
Jamie waited outside while Mariette went into the classroom. She was prepared to hear a loud commotion, not to see Mariette walk out with a disgusted look on her face.
"The moron just stared at me like I didn't speak English. The class was too busy to notice."
Jamie nodded and they were off in search of Mariette's next victim.
Mr. Kerr.
Everybody loved Mr. Kerr. He was young and cool. He was best buds with all the guys and girls swooned over him. He was the coolest teacher and everybody did love him.
Except Mariette.
He had made the mistake of making fun of her choice of lipstick color her junior year.
This time Jamie kept the door open a crack. It was terrible of her but she really wanted to see his face.
Mr. Kerr broke from his lecture and looked at her as she walked into the room. "Yes, Miss Linnet, what can I do for you?" he asked jovially.
Mariette cleared her throat and said in her loudest stage whisper, "I wanted to tell you that you can go to hell."
The class went deathly still.
"What did you say?" Mr. Kerr asked slowly.
Mariette nervously cleared her throat. "I want you to go to hell," she said softly.
"Oh," said Mr. Kerr, who continued to write on the board. He looked up briefly. "In that case, you can go to hell too. And while you're at it, get the hell out of my room."
Mariette blushed a deep red and the class erupted into noisy laughter. She quickly scurried from the room.
Jamie gave her a sympathetic smile as they went to the next room.
Ms. Poilucci was a grossly overweight Global Studies teacher, who hated you if you weighed less than 250lbs. She was sitting at her desk grading workbooks when Mariette walked in.
"Yes, what do you want?" she asked, without looking up.
"I want you to go to hell."
Ms. Poilucci's hand twitched and her pen rolled onto the floor. She looked up at Mariette in amazement. "What did you say young lady?"
"You heard me, I told you to go to hell."
Ms. Poilucci had heard her all right. Her fat neck began to turn red, then purple and swollen up like a balloon. The class put down their books to watch.
"How dare you!" she growled.
"I'm just speaking for everybody. We all hate you. You have no taste, no patience, and you're ugly. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it was a health risk to be so insanely fat?"
Ms. Poilucci climbed up onto her elephant legs and her mouth opened wide enough to swallow Mariette in a single gulp, if she had been so inclined. "You can not say these things! You shall be severely punished!"
"Hah!" Mariette laughed. "Take me to court! Any jury will be able to see that you are the fat slob I say you are! This is a free country! I can call a pig when I see it! Pig!"
Gyrating, like a rippling bowl of jello she called to her class. "Mike! Kyle! Get the principal! Get the Security guard! Get her out of here!"
"Ms. Poilicci," said the aforementioned Kyle, "I don't believe that Mariette has done anything illegal. She's only expressing her opinion. I suggest that we listen with an open mind without getting angry. There might be some merit in what she has to say." Kyle sat back down without cracking a smile.
The class didn't just start laughing. They positively freaked with pleasure. The shrieked, they fell out of chairs, jumped up and down, and threw things.
Ms. Poilucci was like a thermometer thrust into a flame. The blood was rushing to her head, ready to burst.
Mariette waved her hand in the air. "I say we take a vote! All those who think that Ms. Poilucci is worth a damn raise your hand!" Whatever hands happened to be up, came down. "See! I speak for everybody! You're out of it fatty, so why don't you just roll your fat ass down to administration and hand in your resignation?" She bowed to the applauding class. "Thank you for your time."
Jamie tried to grab Mariette as she waltzed out. "I think that you need a break from that last one," she said.
"No breaks," Mariette said. "We have to keep going before she waddles her fat ass down to the office."
"Maybe you went a little overboard with that one."
Mariette's eyes narrowed. "They're going to pay for what happened to Josh."
"They didn't do anything to JC."
"Yeah. They didn't help him any either." Mariette stalked into the gym and right up to Coach Stefanci.
His eyes roved over her body with unabashed appreciation. "What can I do for you today, Miss Linnet?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
"I want you to go to hell," she said. Mr. Stefanci's face turned purple with suppressed rage.
His meaty hand clamped onto her shoulder and steered her toward the office. Jamie shrank down the wall as he led her away. An excited freshman stuck his head out the door.
"Wow! Did you hear what that chick said to Coach Stefanci?"
"I can only imagine," Jamie muttered.
Jamie watched as Corey's casket was lowered into the earth. She could hear Gina's noisy sobs coming from the back of the cemetery. Jamie hadn't cried since the previous afternoon, with Justin.
Before the service she had consulted Tripetta for some advice. Tripetta because she was the oldest and most experienced in that department.
*FLASHBACK*
"I want to so bad. . .I just. . .I don't know."
"Well obviously you want to. Who wouldn't? That boy has abs of steel. And the buns to match!" Tripetta said, trying to make her laugh.
"I don't know. . ."
"With all that's going on you may never have another chance."
"But. . ."
"Just don't get hurt Jamie. Chris and I have somehow managed to pull through everything but none of the other guys have been in really serious relationships."
"Justin wouldn't hurt me," Jamie responded naively.
"Remember. . .you've been told. . ."
*END FLASHBACK*
Jamie had made up her mind and she had to tell Justin. Justin had offered to stand next to her during the service, and she had let him. He had stayed right by her side with his arm wrapped securely around her waist, supporting her. He had even shed a few sheepish tears.
After the service, she pulled his head down to her lips. "Justin," she whispered.
"Yeah?" he whispered back.
The sound of her voice and the urgency of her words, needed to be whispered in such a public place, made his body surge with longing for her.
"You know, Corey's dead, but that's only made me realize how infinitely precious life is. I don't think that we should waste our time being upset. Corey wouldn't want us to be. I think that we should celebrate." Her tongue flicked over his ear.
"Celebrate?" he was having trouble concentrating.
"Life. In it's most elemental," she stuck her tongue into his ear. "And most primitive," her hot breath tickled his neck and the downy curls at his nape. "Form." Her lips lightly nibbled at his neck.
"Jamie. . ."
"Hmmmmm?"
"We're in a cemetery."
Jamie continued to nibble at his skin. "Even better."
"Jamie. . .don't you think that it's kind of morbid? Plus. . .your family. . ." Justin's head fell back.
"I don't care."
"Let's go to my place," he mumbled huskily.
She nodded her head against his shoulder.
Justin pulled her against her body and they walked to his waiting car.
Justin and Jamie could barely keep their hands off of each other on the drive home.
Jamie ran her hand up Justin's leg. She squeezed his upper thigh.
Justin was much too occupied with driving to pay much attention to Jamie at the moment. But he knew that once they got back to his apartment, he would change that.
The minute the car stopped, they were both running into the building. Only stopping to wait for the elevators and to share a deep kiss.
The elevator doors chimed open and Jamie pulled him inside. She began to ravage his mouth and his leg slipped between hers so that she was slowly riding him. They were heedless to the fact that there were other people in the elevator.
When the elevator stopped at Justin's floor he pulled her into the hallway and backed her against the door. His hands fumbled with the lock as her legs wrapped around his waist. Justin lifted her and supported her by her buttocks and pressed back against the door.
It swung open and Justin stumbled inside, barely managing to slam the door shut with his foot. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her backward. The tumbled ontop of the couch, Jamie ontop of Justin. He quickly reversed their positions so that Jamie was in his lap, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his silky curls. She rubbed her own smooth cheek against his slightly raspy one and bared her throat to his lips.
As Justin's lips sucked on her tight skin, Jamie was ridding Justin of his jacket and tie. She ran her hands over the broad expanse of his chest, she could feel his muscles ripple under the soft cotton of his shirt.
Justin's hands ran down her silk covered legs and to her small feet. He removed her shoes and threw them across the room. His hands traveled back up her legs, Justin loved the feel of her legs encased in pantyhose.
Jamie's fingers began to slip the buttons of his shirt open. Her fingers fanned over his chest and caressed his rigid nipples. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Jamie groaned and ran her hands over his magnificent chest. Her fingers slipped over his torso like a hot knife through butter. Justin's groan vibrated against the top of her breasts. His warm breath washed over her shoulders and neck.
Jamie loved the sounds of his pleasure. It was arousing her beyond control. She bit his shoulder and Justin cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Justin ran his hands down the sides of her body. He gripped the edge of her dress and pulled it over her head. Jamie lifted her arms and let him undress her slowly.
Justin reverently ran his hands over her body. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.
He brushed her long hair out of the way of his wandering hands and searching lips. Justin placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her bra straps down. He opened the bra clasp and let it fall from her shoulders.
His hands massaged her shoulders and then down her breasts. He kneaded her soft flesh for a moment before his hands moved lower.
Jamie's fingers skimmed over his tight six pack, tracing the ridges. She deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled it off of his slim waist. She opened his pants and slid her hands inside. She slid her hand over his silk covered arousal and then inside his boxers.
Jamie was surprised at how warm and smooth it was. It felt like steel sheathed in velvet. She felt along each small bump and imperfection, loving every millimeter of his splendiferous maleness. Justin groaned when his fingers encompassed his length.
Justin lifted Jamie into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He gently laid her on the cool sheets and climbed ontop of her. He pulled the rest of their clothing off.
Justin's fingers trailed over her soft skin and found her fire. She was so ready for him.
Jamie moaned when Justin's fingers found her feminine fire. A moment later he was inside of her.
Tears sprung, unbidden, to Jamie's eyes. It hurt but the pain was sharp and fleeting, the pleasure continued on forever. Justin felt her pulsating around him and they both groaned from the pleasure.
Justin began to move inside of her. Small noises escaped Jamie's throat. Her hands grasped his sweat slick arms. She could feel his muscles rippling and bunching from the strain of keeping his lust in check.
"Justin," Jamie managed to gasp out. "We. . .didn't. . .use. . ."
"Shit," Justin groaned out through clenched teeth.
Justin stopped moving. "Jamie. . .unless you want to get pregnant. . .don't move," he grunted.
Jamie held incredibly still, trying not even to breath. Finally Justin sighed and slid out of her. He sighed again.
"Wow," Jamie whispered. Her first sexual experience certainly would be memorable.
"Yeah," Justin mumbled."I'm sorry Jamie."
"It was more than fine Justin. It was memorable."
"Yeah," he muttered shortly Jamie recoiled from him, he was acting like a completely different person.
"Justin?" she asked nervously.
"What?"
"I. . .ummm. . ." she cleared her throat. "What's wrong?"
"Shit!" he practically yelled before hugging her tightly. "Jamie I don't want you to think that I'm the kind of guy who loses interest in a girl after he gets what he wants." Jamie nodded and Justin captured her lips with his. "I'm still very interested. I just don't have any condoms."
"Justin," said Jamie, placing her hands on his chest. "You're 19 years old, how could you not have any condoms?" Justin shrugged and a dull red flush creeped over his chest and face.
"It wasn't really foremost on my mind."
Jamie laughed and kissed him. "Let's go get some then!" She got up and began to search around for her clothes.
"I can't," Justin said. He walked into the living room wearing only baby blue silk boxers. His arousal was obviously apparent. Jamie laughed again.
"OK. We'll save it for another time. I better go anyway."
Justin nodded but pulled her body against his. "I'll miss you," he whispered against her lips.
Jamie smiled. "Ditto."
