Chapter Sixty:
Jacob Mackenzie (Morning of September 13, 1994)
Towards the end of first period, I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me flinch. That had been happening more and more recently.
“Jumpy much?” Adeline giggled, softly, behind me.
“Sorry, I’ve been staying up, watching horror movies,” I lied. Although, my life was starting to feel like a horror movie as of lately.
“Well, here,” she whispered, handing me a folded up piece of paper.
“What’s this?”
“Just read it.”
The note told me to meet her under the bleachers during passing period, so that’s exactly what I did. Shockingly, Adeline was the only thing that made any sense to me right now. Although, I did still wonder what her relationship was with Mr. Ricci and why he drove her home that night.
“Are you going to homecoming by chance?” she asked, taking in a huff of her joint, then passing it to me.
“Hell no,” I responded, choking on the inhaled smoke. “Why do you ask? Are you going?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, taking a seat on the bleachers’ foundation as if it were a swingset. “I thought it’d kind of fun to see Priscilla blow her top once she realizes we’ve spiked her precious punch.”
“Well, I’ll go if you go.”
“Great, then it’s decided: we’ll go together,” she said, taking the joint back, just as I was about to give my second attempt at smoking it. She then placed her free hand on the back of my neck and brought me in close for a kiss on the lips.
Taken back by this, I briefly pulled away. However, after catching a glimpse of those big brown eyes, smiling at me, I leaned back in. With both hands gently grabbing her neck, I continued to kiss her until the ringing of the bell rattled my eardrums. “That’s the second bell,” I told her, coming up for air. “We should get to class.”
“Or we could go somewhere else a little more fun,” she grinned, pulling my arm in the direction of the parking lot. “Somewhere off-campus, perhaps?”
“I can’t just ditch school.”
“Why not? Too chicken?” Flapping her imaginary wings, she began to walk and bawk like a chicken in order to mock me. Pursing my lips, I tried not to smile at it.
As a way of shutting her up, I grabbed her by the legs and lifted her up, tossing her over my left shoulder. She giggled like a child the whole way to the parking lot. “So where to, Princess?”
