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Something True

 

Jessica Roe

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SOMETHING TRUE

JESSICA ROE

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2015 Jessica Roe
 

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For every high school English teacher I ever had. . .

English teachers are the rock stars of education

Chapter 1
Ibbie

 

ACTING IS MY life. There's nothing I adore more than getting up on that stage in front of a rapt audience and
living
my part, but I'm not gonna lie. . .it drains the crapping hell out of me. In a good way, of course. Immediately after curtain call each and every show I'm filled with this rush of exuberance yet this fatigue that just makes me want to drop down in the dressing room and sleep right there on the carpet. I may not be the lead in the theater production of Pride and Prejudice that I've been a part of for the past couple of months, and I may not exactly
love
playing spoiled and selfish Lydia Bennet, but I never fail to put my heart and soul into each and every performance.
 

Which is why I'm ex
hausted
when I arrive at Kandy's after another night's show. My best friend, Blair, and her half sister, Jemma, have worked here for a while, and since then this bar seems to have become our regular hangout. As far as bars go, it ain't so bad.
 

A zombie dodges by me, chasing after a giggling sexy bunny, and a vampire with way too much gel in his hair slaps my butt as I walk by.

“Nice ass. I could just take a
bite
out of it,” he jokes, flashing his plastic fangs.
 

I wink, because my ass
is
nice, even if he is a drunken weirdo with no social skills whatsoever. Poor little vampire.
 

A grim reaper twerks against me, and I sigh as I edge away. Normally I love every single thing about Halloween because it is, without a doubt, the most awesome day of the year, but I'm just too tired for this crap tonight. I want to be at home in my comfy bed with my comfy pillow and snugged up in my comfy pjs, but tonight is the first night the whole gang has been together since Blair got all good and engaged to Silver, my ex high school history teacher (which makes their relationship both yeesh yet oddly sexy) last week, so obviously we're getting our celebrating on. And I am benevolently forgiving Silver for stealing my BFF away from me for ever and ever, because that's just the kind and saintly sweetheart I am. Though I don't know who I'm kidding, because that guy stole my BFF from me before we even became BFFs to begin with. Luckily he doesn't mind sharing her with me, or I'd have to get all plot making and off him, Game of Thrones style. But not sharing in
that
way, because that would be yick. Not that I don't love Blair to bits or anything, but I most certainly do not want to get all up in her lady parts.  
 

“Woo! Ibbie's here!” she cheers happily when I finally push through the throngs of people and approach their table. I have to grin, because Blair so very rarely gets drunk enough to be a cheerer. In fact, she
hates
drunk cheerers. Usually she's pretty good at knowing her limits and sticking to them, but clearly she skipped over that line at least an hour ago. Sat on Cowboy Silver's lap, tonight she's dressed as Wonder Woman – shiny cape, tight little outfit, red knee high boots and all. I'll bet Silver had to do some serious persuading to get her into it. That's love for ya.
 

Closest to where I'm standing, a slightly less drunk Reid the 1950's Gangster holds out his fist for me to bump. “How'd your show go, Ibbs?” He's been to the show before. They all have, though it was especially funny seeing a tattooed tough guy like Reid sitting through a performance of Pride and Prejudice. He got some funny looks that night for sure, like just because he didn't necessarily fit the mold of regular theater goer then he didn't belong. Some people can be so judgy.  

“It was awesome. I was awesome. Because, you know, I'm me.” Not that I like to brag or anything.

Being Lydia Bennet wasn't my first choice – I'd auditioned for the role of Elizabeth obviously. But since it's my first real show since finishing college, I'm still proud as fudge of myself for getting the part. Besides, one day I'll get that lead, I know it.

I slip into the only available seat, making sure to groan extra loud and hard because it's next to
Walt, Reid's excruciatingly annoying best friend. Ever since Reid and Jemma became a thing a year ago and we all started hanging out, this guy has become the
bane
of my frigging existence. And sure, I'll be the first to admit that I have a tendency to
over dramatize
things, but not when it comes to
him
. Walt Vega is Evil. With a capital E, that's right.  
 

It had started out innocently enough. I mean, I'd tried to be nice to the guy when we first met – even though he's kind of terrifying looking with all those tattoos and the three eyebrow rings and those piercing eyes, a brown so dark they're almost black. But every time I spoke he acted like I'd vomited up turds all over his jeans and then he had the
nerve
to call me a goblin who talked too much. Now that's was just mean. Then came the annoying texts – I still haven't forgiven Reid for giving him my number – which quickly moved onto verbal sparring matches between us every time we were unfortunate enough to be forced to spend time together, and that escalated into the stupid, irritating pranks that just make me want to tear my shiny blonde hair out. Like that time last month we were alone in his friend Christen's kitchen and he dared me to put my palms on the counter and balance two beers on the back of my hands and then he just
left
me there. So sure, I had to retaliate by signing his email up to a bunch of gay porn newsletters. But he went
way
overboard when he somehow charmed his way into the apartment I share with my cousin while I was out and stole
all
of my underwear and gave it to the super creepy homeless guy who lives by the back of our building. That was not cool. Not cool at all.
 

Walt is the
worst.
 

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” he wants to know, set to full-on-abuse-Ibbie mode the second he sees me as always. He looks me up and down with those dark eyes. They match his dark, evil little soul.

“Take a wild frigging guess, dumb ass.”

“An escaped mental patient?”

I gesture to my black and yellow striped shorts and cropped top, then wiggle my fuzzy yellow antennae his way just because I know it will irritate him. “Duh, I'm a bumble bee. Buzz buzz?”

“You're an idiot,” he replies dryly.

Ugh, this guy drives me crazy. And not even in the good way. It's not like he
has
to talk to me.
 

“God!” Jemma exclaims, rolling her eyes. She's dressed in a tiny red dress and has a pair of black horns on her head and a little pitch fork in her hand, so I'm guessing she's a devil. A slutty devil. “Do you guys really have to start this crap tonight. I wanna get my buzz on.”

Blair giggles manically at Jemma's inadvertent pun, then she starts buzzing into Silver's neck. He can't stop himself from laughing as he pulls her more firmly onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Drunk Blair is so frigging cute it's unreal.

I ignore Jemma and turn back to Walt, because I just can't help myself when it comes to him. “I see you dressed up as an asshole tonight.”

He glances down at his black t-shirt and jeans, frowning. “I didn't dress up tonight. I look the same as I always do.”

“Exactly.”

He glares at me for that.

“Okay, time to lay it off, guys,” Silver calls across the table. “Tonight's for celebrating only, 'cause my woman's gonna be my
wife
!”
 

The rest of the table whoops and lifts their drinks. Blair pulls off Silver's cowboy hat and shoves it on her own head before wrapping her arms around his neck. They laugh into each others mouths as they kiss, so undeniably happy – even when they're all tipsy and diddly. It's beautiful.

And then I see tongue and it gets gross.

I steal Walt's drink before he can protest, because clearly I need to catch up with the people around me. Performing means more to me than anything in the world, but sometimes it can wreak havoc on my social life. I knock the drink back, then cough and splutter as I slam the glass on the table. “What in the crappity crapping hell was
that
?”

The disgustingly amused eyebrow Walt raises at me is as black as his spiky hair. I hate that he's so good looking – someone as evil as he is should be an ugly old hunchback. It would only be fair. But his sharp nose somehow works on his angular face, and those pronounced cheekbones. . .yeah, they're to die for. Jemma told me that one of his parents is Mexican, which shows in his dark olive skin. Tough guys like him have never been my type – I've always been attracted to actors and performers like myself – but if I didn't hate him so much, I'd have to admit that he's sexy as sin. Sin being the operative word. Luckily for me, I do hate him. With a passion.

“It's whiskey, you amateur,” he says with a smirk.

“God. What are you, a forty year old alcoholic? You closet psycho.” I don't even care that my comeback makes no sense. “Drink something decent so I can steal it and not die in the process. Jeez.”

“Something decent? Lemme guess – lemon drops, princess?”

“Ugh, call me princess one more time and I swear I'll make your penis wish it had never been born.”

Blair starts snickering again like that's the funniest thing she's ever heard.

“Too late, that already happened the second I met you. Princess.”

“Grow up, idiot. You're such a kidult.”

“Okay, time out. Both of you. Let's separate the two of you before drinks get thrown again.” Forced into father mode for the pair of us (again), Reid stands and grabs the back of my chair, dragging it around the table and putting me
in between
Fábia and Dahlia. Fábia is an old friend of Walt and Reid's, and Dahlia is Jemma's
roommate, and the two of them have been looking ultra cozy recently. I make a mental note to probe Dahlia for gossip the next time I get her alone.
 
 

“Now that's fuckin' better,” Walt grunts.

I do the mature thing, and I stick my tongue out at him across the table.

 

+++

 

A SHORT WHILE later Walt disappears to the bar to hit on a gorgeous red head who seems super into him – you know, because she doesn't
know
him. Seeing my chance to get revenge for the underwear incident, I sidle up behind him and wrap an arm around his narrow waist.
 

“Hey, baby,” I coo, reaching up to kiss his stubbly cheek. God, does the guy not know how to shave or something? “I missed you over there.” Sticking out my belly as far as it can go, I rub it lovingly and gaze up at him.

When he stares back at me in disbelief, I smirk evilly. Yeah, take that one, bitch.

 
Chapter 2
Walt

 

MY CHEEK BURNS ferociously where Ibbie's lips pressed against it, even though it was for just one short second. It fucking
burns
, like she set me on damned fire. For a moment I just stare down at her in pure confusion, unable to form words, unable to form thoughts, and then I see that little smirk on her face and I realize that she's screwing with me. Of course she's screwing with me.
 

Camille the naughty school girl, who'd been about two minutes away from agreeing to come home with me, glares at me in disgust. “Jerk,” she spits, spinning and flouncing away.

I'm still in shock from the feel of Ibbie's lips on my skin and the warmth of her arm around my waist, so it takes my empty mind a second to catch up. Then I'm just torn between being utterly pissed at this little heathen for ruining a sure thing and impressed that she can get her tiny waist to stick out that far. She looks like she could be five months fucking pregnant. No wonder Camille looked at me like I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

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