Shhh...Mack's Side (21 page)

“Ohhh…I know,” Mr. Nichols cl
apped. “That sounds like a wonderful story. Oh do tell,” he boasted in some sort of creepy, giddy tone. He sat against the wall off to the side of us and crossed his arms and ankles. “You were saying?” he taunted. I looked at him and back to Gia.

“Yes. I was trying to break it off with him that night,” I began. I never thought about what it would do to Gia if she ever found out. I mean, I did, but I didn’t. I couldn’t really feel how this made her feel, until now. I hurt her and I wasn’t there when she needed me.

“Really? Hmm, why don’t you tell us about that? Start with why he was in your house to begin with. Where was mommy and daddy?”

“They were attending a house warming party for something my mother had just closed on.” Gia knew what that meant. She used to complain about going
, too. Socializing paid for me to attend a prestigious school, wear the clothes that I wore, and be a part of lavish vacations. Gia caught the same grief when she complained. It wasn’t until we were freshmen that we decided we were done. We weren’t doing it anymore, unless of course, it was someone rich and famous. We were Mack and Gia. We had to use it to our advantage. Backstage passes to a Pink concert placed another notch in our popularity belts.

“So you just invited him in?”
he questioned, pushing me for more.

“No. He asked me where Gia was, and I said I thought she was with him. I wasn’t planning on talking to him. I’d been doing good, staying away from him, not answering his texts, and ignoring his calls. I had a lot of homework to do. I
was looking forward to being away from Gia for the night, my parents being gone, and having the house to myself.”

“Yup, I’m keeping up, what next?” Mr. Nichols asked, rubbing it in. He was enjoying every second. Noticing Gia’s eyebrows raise and the way she cocked her head, she becko
ned for me to continue, as well.

“I need to stand up,” I requested, looking to Mr. Nichols.

“Oh, yeah. I’m not sure if I mentioned it or not, but your friend Mack here has gone a little bat shit crazy. She needs to pace the floor while she tells you how she fucked your daddy’s cock.”

I stood, wanting to kick him in his teeth. I was beginning to hate him. Like shoot him in the head and bury him kind of hate. He was right
, though. I did need to pace. I walked the short distance from wall to wall, wringing my hands while I continued my story. Only my stories were real. I couldn’t go back there without going back there. It didn’t work like that for me. I was taken to that time in my mind.

“
I had to do a paper for my public speaking class. I went into my dad’s office to get a disk that he brought home for me from his office. It was what they used to train new salesmen. I was going to give my speech, doing a presentation for Calamari Springs. I popped the CD in the drive and sat down. I didn’t even look up from the girl giving the presentation on why Calamari Spring water purifiers needed to be in every home across the world.”

“What are you doing, Mack?”
he asked, standing at the door with crossed arms.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I leaned back.
“Kyle. Why can’t you stop? Please leave me alone. I can’t do this anymore.”
I couldn’t. I wasn’t a stable enough person to have an affair with my best friend’s dad.

“Come here
, McKenzie”
he ordered, stepping in and kicking the door with his foot. I didn’t know it wasn’t closed all the way. I didn’t know Gia could see us.

“No,
Kyle. You have to stop. Gia’s my best friend. I can’t hide this from her anymore. You know she read every one of the messages in chat the other day?”

“She didn’t know it was me. She has no idea who Winchester 585 is.”

“Kyle, we were on video chat. You were telling me to do all sorts of fucked up things. Gia read that shit.”

“Don’t leave your chat open next time. Jesus, Mack. I don’t want her reading that kind of shit.”

“Really. Why is that, Kyle?”
I asked, moving around the desk to him. I leaned against the desk and crossed my ankles, gripping the edge with my hands. “Are the things you watched me do online too X-rated for your little Gia? Why? Because you used to bounce her on your knee? You did that to me, too, remember?”

“That’s not what I meant,
Kenzie,”
he said, moving toward me. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was why I couldn’t stay away from him. This fucking smell, his hot lips on my neck, his erection already constrained behind his dress slacks. Kyle pulled my shirt, exposing my shoulder. I begged a couple more times, trying to get him to understand I wanted it to stop. I failed when he lifted my skirt, running his hand over my silky panties.

I breathed short, raspy breaths, trying to keep control. Kyle held my panties and tugged, watching while he pulled the thin material between my
slit, focusing the pressure on my clit. He straightened them and tapped my throbbing clitoris and smiled.

“I have homework,”
I begged one last time before feeling his fingers take control of every logical part of my existence.

“You really think you can concentrate now
?” he asked, forcing two fingers deep inside me.

“Ahh
,” I moaned, letting my head drop, giving in, and surrendering—again.

“You’re
so wet. You know I have to get it in, don’t you?”
Kyle graveled in my ear, lifting my skirt higher. I moaned, begging for it. “You like that, don’t you, Mack? You like it when I slide into your wet pussy, don’t you?”

“Hmm, yes,”
I moaned, watching his hand move frantically in and out of me while his other hand unbuttoned my uniform shirt. He freed both my breasts with a snap of his wrist, pinching my pink little buds between his fingers. I promised to stop the next day when I watched the lustful expressions Kyle portrayed, sliding my thongs to the side.

After finger fucking me for a while, getting me ready to scream, Kyle stopped and moved around the desk. This part makes me a little nauseated. If Gia was there she would have had perfect view. Kyle brought my legs up, made me drop my head a little and released his erection to my mouth. He fucked my mouth while spanking my clitoris, holding me wide open for Gia to see it all.

“Damn. I lov
e that story,” Mr. Nichols said, standing and pulling me back to the dingy room with Gia. I turned to look at her stale white face. Shit. I shouldn’t have got lost in so much detail. I wrung my hands, staring at her and not Mr. Nichols. “What about you, Gia. Did that make you horny? It sure did me,” he winced, grinding into his hand. I didn’t even notice until he asked Gia. That’s when I realized I was wet. Very wet. I had an excuse. I was always wet. One tiny word, one tiny touch, could cause me to be wet in two point seven seconds. That wasn’t a fair question.

“What about you, Mack? Does thinking about fucking Gia’s daddy make your pussy all wet?” Mr. Nichols asked, circling me, grinding his erection into my hip. What the fuck? “Let’s make a bet, Gia. How much you willing to wager that your little friend’s pussy is all wet thinking about your daddy?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Gia screamed, coming to her feet.

“Why? You don’t like to hear how Mack got fucked by your dad? I thought it was a good story. Sort of like the ones I have from prison, but mine doesn’t entail pussy. Just big
, fucking dicks. Come on, we’re having fun. This is fun, right, Mack?” he taunted. I tried to step away from him, but he tightened his fist around my hair. He wasn’t letting me go. He was out for blood.

My breathing ceased at the same time Gia froze, staring us both down. Mr. Nichols pulled me to his chest and placed his hand low on my stomach, letting his fingers trace the elastic in the shorts I’d worn the day I was taken. “What do think? You think she’s got a wet pussy?” Gia didn’t answer. This could be bad.

Yup he did it. Mr. Nichols ran his fingers between my legs and hissed, feeling the wetness between my legs. “You lose, Gianna. She’s so fucking wet. Fuck, Mack. You’re so fucking wet.” He didn’t stop moving his fingers along my nub, circling it with powerful pressure. I didn’t move. I stared right at Gia, trying to read her face. I couldn’t. It was blank. I’m not sure if it was the thoughts of her father and me or the fact that she was watching James Nichols play with me, but she was motionless. This was so unfair.

“McKenzie is dripping
fucking wet, thinking about your dad. You should feel how swollen her little clit is,” he taunted, squeezing it between his fingers. Shit. Shit. Shit. I couldn’t do this in front of Gia. She wouldn’t understand. She would take it the wrong way. The next thing I knew, my shorts were around my knees. I kind of remember him sliding them down, but not really. I was too busy trying to force the disturbing orgasm to stay put.

“You see it, Gia?
You see how wet your little friend here is?”

“James, stop,” Gianna said. I couldn’t tell if she was standing up for me, or if she was pissed that he was touching me. If it was the latter, she was really going to be pissed if he didn’t stop.

“Why? Aren’t you enjoying the show? I am,” Mr. Nichols wildly spoke, rubbing my clitoris even wilder. Oh lord. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

I didn’t really moan, not really. It was more of a
whimper. My eyes closed, my head dropped to his chest, and the orgasm released. Shit. Oh sweet mother of god. Hallelujah.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Mr. Nichols yelled
, shoving one finger deep inside me, letting my walls constrict around his finger. My breathing regulated and I looked at Gia’s stone cold face. I couldn’t read it.

That’s when all hell broke loose. Gianna lunged, taking three full strides right towa
rd me. Years of buildup boiled out of her. She was raging mad. It all surfaced, right there, right at that orgasmic second.

Mr. Nichols incited our little brawl on the floor. My shorts were still around my knees, leaving me at a disadvantage
over Gia. I had handfuls of her hair, and we scrapped, back and forth, rolling over each other. Mr. Nichols dropped to his stomach, mimicking a referee, smacking his hand on the floor. “One, oh come on, Gia. You almost had her.” And then he’d do it with me. Neither of us made it to the victory count of three. I think we were too weak.

“I’m done,” I panted, rolling to my back, sliding my short
s up. Gia followed and breathed heavy, deep breaths.

“No. No. You’re not done. That wasn’t a fight,” Mr. Nichols argued, disappointed. Yes it was. I could feel the goose egg right above my
right eye. I could taste blood from the inside of my lip. It was a fight.

“Gia, tell her. Tell her how you set out on this venture for revenge. How irate you were about her getting ahead of you, living your dream and not hers. Tell her how
you weren’t going to school to compete with Mack. Tell her, Gia,” he ordered, egging it on more.

“Gia?” I questioned.
What was he saying? There had to be a mistake. Gia wouldn’t do that to me. Gia loved me. We were Mack and Gia. We’d always been Mack and Gia.

“That’s right
, McKenzie. You were part of the plan,” she taunted, spitting blood to the dirty floor. “That day you wrote your name on my paper was all part of it. The day you agreed to write my name on top of your page was the day I smiled. Victory would be mine.”

“Victory? Are you fucking kidding me? Victory? Where’s your fucking glory now, Gia? How’d that all turn out for you
?

“You set out to hurt me
, too?” I asked, pulling my swollen bottom lip inside my mouth. Sucking lightly, I tasted the warm blood, fueling my fire.

“Your little friend here, made sure you got caught,” Mr. Nichols chimed in. He was enjoying this. The fucker was enjoying every second of it.

“What do you mean?” I asked, glaring from him to Gia. Nothing made sense. My mind was blurred, and I fought with everything in me to keep it together. Thoughts of little Cara kept popping up, alone in our room. No. That wasn’t real. She was probably awake and scared. I kept blinking, trying to get the irrational part of my brain to stay focused on the now, not the doll who was not waiting on me back in our room, I mean, my room.

“You see, Mack,” Mr. Nichols chanted, dropping to one knee. He looked up at me like he was there to give me a pep talk, tell me how things were going to be okay. That’s not what he was doing. He was apathetic in the worse way possible. He wanted to hurt us, both of us.
“Gia never wrote her name on the other test. She wrote yours. That’s how you got caught. That’s how Gia made sure you would go down with me. Once you were there, you were sinking until she drowned you. That was her goal. She wanted to ruin you, too. Right, Gia? Am I telling it right?” Mr. Nichols beamed with self-satisfaction while my mind thought about that day. No. That wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. Gia had too much to lose.

Think
, Mack. Think, I told myself, trying to remember the facts of that day.

“Gia, I don’t think we should do this. What if we get caught?”

“Stop being so d
ramatic, Mack. It really doesn’t suit you. What are you worried about? You have an A in his class. The worse thing that could happen is you’ll get a C instead of an A. You’ll live. I’m not going to pass this class if I don’t ace this test. You know I’m not going to ace this test. Just write my name at the top of yours and I’ll write yours at the top of mine. Nobody’s going to know. They can’t differentiate my filled in circle from yours. Do you want us to go to school together and continue the dance competitions?  We’re going to state, Mack. We finally made it to state.”

I recalled the conversation of the day that changed my life. Gia set me up.

“I don’t get it,” I admitted, looking at Mr. Nichols and not Gia. I hated Gia. How could she do this to me?

“Mack, Mack, Mack. You’re so pretty and smart, but so, so dumb,” Mr. Nichols recited. He stood from his perched position and walked behind Gia. Moving her hair, he kissed the back of her neck and slid his hands down her hips. I thought for a second he was going to seduce her in front of me, too. He didn’t.

“Ahhhhhh,” Gia screamed
in pain, dropping to her knees when Mr. Nichols swept her off her feet with one swift kick.

Kneeling beside her, he
placed his hand over her shoulders’, keeping her on the floor in front of him. “You see, Mack, Gia wasn’t going to college. Gia decided to cut off her nose to spite her face. She played the martyr, punishing herself for killing her baby. Poor Gia. Felt like she couldn’t go on after what she did.”

I frowned, looking at the sober expression on Gia’s face. “What’s he talking about, Gia?”

Mr. Nichols nudged her with his foot. “Come on. Tell her. Tell her how you thought you were in love with me. Tell her how you got pregnant and then decided to kill it when you realized we were nothing. Nothing more than an illusion of a dream to never come. TELL HER!” Dropping to Gia, he screamed in her face, jerked her by her hair to a sitting position and turned her head to look at me.

“Gia?” I questioned again. Who the hell was this girl?

“I had an abortion.”

“
It’s not the end of the world,” I said. I didn’t get it. Women had abortions all the time. They had abortions and still went about their lives.

“Yeah,
but Gia is not a normal person,” Mr. Nichols helped. “Gia, here, couldn’t stand the thought of you going on and living a happy life while she wallowed in her own self-pity, could you, Gianna?”

Gia didn’t answer. She only stared at me with a look of
, I don’t know what. I had no idea who Gia was. I guess I never did.

“Answer me!” Mr. Nichols yelled.

“YES!” Gia screamed, pulling away from him. Tears ran down her face while she confessed. “I wanted to ruin you. I wanted you to hurt like you hurt me. You ruined my family. I spent my entire life trying to be as good as you. I never was. The only reason I was head cheerleader was because I was ten pounds lighter than you. I was the easiest one to toss around. It wasn’t because I was better. You were always better. It didn’t matter in what. You always had to do it better.”

“That’s not true, Gia.”

“It is, goddamnit. You always thought you had to be better. Your cupcakes were decorated prettier, your Halloween costumes were better, your Christmas and birthday presents were better, you danced better, and everyone liked you more than me. My own father even liked you more than me!”

“What? Who the hell are you? Why did I not ever know how envious of me you were?”

“Because she couldn’t let you find out she was just a weak little girl, trying to be as good as Mack. She just wanted to be like Mack,” Mr. Nichols laughed.

That was the craziest thing
I had ever heard in my life. If Gia only knew how much I struggled just to be normal, she wouldn’t wish that. Not on anyone.

“I lost everything. I wanted you to lose everything, too. Why do you get to be happy when I don’t? Huh?” she yelled at me, her true colors finally showing.

“You didn’t lose anything.”

“I lost James. I lost the baby. And my best friend was fucking my dad. I wasn’t about to let you run off into the sunset and become my new step-mom.”

“You had an abortion. You just said so. Don’t make it sound like it was some tragic miscarriage. You didn’t lose it, you got rid of it.” She was such a manipulator. “And I ended things with Kyle. I knew as well as he did that we couldn’t go on forever.

And let’s not forget, you never lost me. You can’t lose something you never had. You never had me, Gia. It was the other way around. I had you. So many times,” Mr. Nichols interjected with a devious smile.

“You had it, Gianna Edwards, you had it all. Tell me Jake didn’t give that to you. Tell me Jake didn’t worship the ground you walked on. You can’t. You can’t do that because you’re infatuation with your goddamn teacher wouldn’t let you see how much he loved you. You ruined that. Not me.”

“Fuck you!” Gia spouted. Mr. Nichols
laughed some more, loving every second of this.

“Yes, Gia. We know. That’s what you always do. When things get a little tough, poor Gia, here
, goes out and finds her someone to fuck. Did you know that, Mack? Did you think your best friend in the whole world would turn out to be such a slut? That’s all she is, a washed up, drunken slut. She was easy to take from that bar. You were both easy, wasn’t much thrill in it for me, not the way I played it out in my head, anyway.

“
You, I knew would be easy. You weren’t going to know what hit you. It was Gia I wanted to scare the living daylights out of. She wasn’t scared. You know why, Mack? Because she’s nothing but a washed up drunk, can’t even hold down a job. If it weren’t for her rich mommy and daddy, poor little Gia here would be on the streets, giving head for some dope.”

“But what about Jake?” I asked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Gia would never l
ive like that. She was too high-class for that.

“Jake left her, finally. He tried. Didn’t he try, Gia?”

“How do you know so much? You were in prison. I didn’t even know any of that.”

“That’s because you didn’t care. You left Gia, moved on with your success without her.”

“We just drifted apart,” I tried. For whatever reason, I felt bad for leaving her. I shouldn’t feel bad. I had no reason to feel bad. Gia ruined our lives.

“Ahh, such a shame. Two best friends such as yourselves, drifting
apart due to life. BULLSHIT!” Mr. Nichols screamed. Red flushed his face and veins popped in his neck every time he did that. Calming with a smirk, he continued to pour alcohol on the opened wounds. Wounds that would never heal. Wounds punctured so deep, they seeped with pain. Pain that would be relieved when death took its place.

“You parted ways because you couldn’t stand it. Neither of you could stand the thought of what you did to me. It ate at you daily. Both of you.”

He was right. “I never knew it would turn out the way it did. I didn’t know. I was a kid. I thought you’d lose your job, move to another town and work as a teacher somewhere else. It was never premeditated, I swear,” I pleaded.

“Hmmm. I think you may be right. You may not have known about it, but I think Gia here did. Gia planned it all along, not just that night. Is that right, Gia? Wasn’t that another one of your schemes, another one of your ploys to get back at me?” he asked turning back to Gia. She looked depleted, tired and ready to give up.

“Yes,” she quietly admitted.

“You planned it?” My heart stopped. I was suckered into a sticky mess because I loved Gia. I would have done anything for her.

“I had so much going on, Mack.”

“You fucking planned it?” I asked again. My life was in shambles because Gianna Edwards was bitter and jealous.

“I was young, too, McKenzie. I didn’t know either. I didn’t know you would go to prison. I’m sorry,” she cried.

I wanted out. I wanted out of that room. “I can’t breathe,” I said, hyperventilating.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Mr. Nichols asked, dropping to his knees to be at my level. “We’re not done here. There’s lots more to hash out. Pull your shit together,” he ordered.

“I, I, can’t. I can’t breathe. I need to
go outside. Please,” I begged.

“Jesus Christ. You’re both fucking pathetic,” he said
, pulling me up. I didn’t look back at Gia. I couldn’t look at her anymore that day. I wasn’t sure I would ever look at her the same again.

I sat outside on a fal
len down cinderblock wall where patients were once gathered for recreation. I heaved, trying to calm my breath.

“Please take me back to Cara,” I begged.

“What?” Mr. Nichols asked, shocked.

“I need to go back. Please,” I begged.

“You’re a fucking fruit loop. Your friend is a no good, drunken slut, and you’re a fucking deranged lunatic,” he labeled us, jerking me to my feet.

I was glad to get back to my solitude. I wasn’t going to complain to myself about being alone or bored ever again. I was staying right there in my safe part of the world with Cara.