I could see Jackie crying at the edge of the road as I was carted into the back of the ambulance. I was annoyed as I was going to fuck her tonight at Tom’s party. She had the cutest smile and a small peachy bum, but her scrunched up tear ridden face disgusted me now.
The day at school had been long and boring, English followed Math followed French. I filled my notebooks with drawings in each class and managed to avoid any real work, focused as I was on going to Tom’s house on the night to get high and drink beer. In each class I thought of Jackie. She was the sort of girl you could see in a suit and high heels working in a boring business job in the future, her co-workers slavering after her as she pounded the corridors of power. Fuck, I wanted her so bad that day.
At dinner I’d gone to meet Jake and Mike round the back of the main block where the rusting gates and bins stood guard. Jake had managed to grow his first crop of weed and this was his inaugural toke, one fat joint between three. We each took three off and joked around.
“You gonna get into Jackie tonight?”
“If that douchebag Paul keeps his fucking distance”, I snarled in reply to Mike.
I’d noticed that Jackie and Paul had been getting closer over the past few days, teaming up together in woodwork to make some stupid box or some shit. It annoyed me the way she’d seek his protection when they used the tools. I’d see him leering over her, his eyes meeting mine as his hips would get closer to hers, cajoling me to punch him right in the face the smug bastard.
“Ah fuck that prick man, this shit is pretty good eh?” bragged Jake, though it was damn fine.
“Yeah yeah, you are quite the farmer! Why don’t you quit and go and grow some vegetables amigo!” joked Mike.
After dinner I was high but not too high. Physical exercise could go fuck itself I though and I got some food from the nearby cafe and nodded off briefly. The owners knew us and didn’t mind us, as long as we didn’t make a scene in the cafe we were welcome to frequent it whenever. I think it was because they knew we would get high and come and eat and drink almost non-stop for a period or so that they put up with us. Mike was starting to get a fat little pork belly due to his munchies habit but me and Jake were still stick thin, even after stuffing our faces.
I got to home economics on time. It was the class I’d elected to take because Jackie was there, it was full of girls and there were barely any boys in it. Mrs Finkle, who led the class, was something of a bore who smelled bad. Like a jumper that had been soaked in the rain and put away into a draw before it had dried properly. At any moment I expected to see Mrs Finkle’s top to be crawling in moths.
The weed had taken away the screech of her voice and I was relaxed enough to droop my eyelids. No one noticed or cared. I could see the shimmer of Jackie’s beautiful face on the edge of my vision and I sunk into a revere of kissing those plump lips.
Out in the car park after school I saw Paul by himself next to his kick bike. The weed made me feel a bit invincible but I really needed the whiskey to make me really feel it. Regardless Paul was smaller than me so I went over.
“Hey Paul, stay away from Jackie right” I barked into his face.
“What the hell you on about?” Paul replied, his voice bruised by shame.
“I’ve seen you both, seen you creeping up to her in woodwork, trying to touch her. Keep the fuck away from her you creep”.
To re-enforce the message I jabbed him in his kidneys and he instantly curled up like sad sack of meaningless flesh.
I walked home, taking in the sun and the last wave of lightness that the weed brought. I could see Jackie walking up ahead on her own, her hips sashaying as she went, hypnotizing me. So much so I didn’t hear the car pull up next to me nor the click of the car door opening.
It took one punch from Martin, Paul’s older brother, to get me on the floor and a few more before I felt a rib or two break. Through the tears and the dribbles of blood into my eye I could see Jackie walk on in the distance, oblivious at first to my pain.
Only when Martin finished pounding my body and I started to come to did I see her turn around, drop her books and come running. I heard Martin get back into his car, I looked up and saw Paul looking down at me from the passenger seat, a rictus grin plastered across his face as the car sped off.