The Prisoner of Cell 25 (7 page)

“I’ll put my computer on it,” he said, tapping the side of his head.

He took a bite of pizza. Before he’d finished chewing he said, “Hey, we get our tests back in biology today.”

“Can’t wait,” I said sarcastically.

“How’d you do?”

“I don’t know. B maybe. If I’m lucky.” I didn’t have to ask him what he was getting. We both knew he got an A. He could teach the class.

Just then one of the cheerleaders walked up to our table. There was a basketball game today and the cheerleaders always wore their outfits on game day. “Is this seat taken?”

Ostin’s eyes were as wide as glazed doughnuts. “No.”

“Good.” She dragged the chair off to a nearby table.

“Any time, babe!” Ostin shouted after her. “Come back if you need another one. Got plenty of ’em. I’m your chair connection.” He turned to me. “Did you see that? She spoke to me.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s going somewhere.”

He took another couple of bites of pizza. “So what happened with your mom last night? First she’s mad as a hornet and then she’s taking us out to ice cream.”

“She’s just afraid that someone will find out about me. That’s why we moved from California, you know. And our last apartment.”

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

“Never.”

“Good. Because I’d have to shock you if you did.”

He looked at me anxiously. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Like an electric eel.”

He stopped chewing.

I punched his arm. “Relax, I’m kidding.” Then I added, “Sort of.”

Just then Taylor walked up to our table. She was also wearing her cheerleader outfit. She looked as pretty as ever. I could feel my tongue knot up, and I started blinking like crazy.

“Hi, Michael. Is this seat taken?”

“No, you can take it,” Ostin said eagerly. “I’ll even carry it for you.”

She looked at him. “No, I mean, may I sit here?”

“Sure,” I said. I couldn’t believe she wanted to sit by us. She turned to Ostin, who looked like he might hyperventilate with excitement. “Dallas, isn’t it?”

“Ostin.”

“Right. I knew it was a Texas thing.”

“I was just telling Ostin about our club,” I said.

Taylor suddenly looked nervous. “Did you tell him anything else?”

“No,” I said.

Ostin looked at us curiously. “Tell me what?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Nothing,” Taylor said. She turned to me. “Remember when you asked me where I was born? You’ll never believe what I found out.”

Before she could tell me, two guys walked up to our table wearing letterman jackets. Spencer and Drew. They both played on the basketball team. They were two of the coolest guys at Meridian.

“Hey, Taylor. Whassup?”

She smiled. “Hi guys.”

They sat down at our table.

“This is my friend, Michael,” Taylor said. The taller of the tworeached out his hand. “Hey, I’m Spencer.”

The other guy just bobbed his head. “Drew.”

“Hi,” I said. Ostin looked starstruck.

“So are you guys nervous for the game?” Taylor asked.

“Nah,” Spencer said. “It’s just another game.”

“Not hardly,” she said to me. “It’s the regional championship. The winner of this game goes to State.” Drew said, “Cottonwood’s won their last three games. They have this forward who’s on fire.”

Ostin looked at him quizzically. “Literally?”

“What?”

“He’s literally on fire?”

I kicked Ostin under the table.

Drew looked at me. “Where’d you get the shiner?”

“I got in a fight.”

He turned to Taylor. “Hey, this isn’t the kid you told us about who kicked Jack’s butt?”

“That’s him,” Taylor said. “I watched him beat up Jack and two other guys. He’s got a black belt”

“You gotta be kidding me.” Drew looked at me in awe. “Dude, you’re legend.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “Thanks.”

“I’m Ostin,” Ostin said.

Drew said to Ostin, “You gonna eat both those pieces of pizza?”

“Uh, no.” His no sounded like a question.

“Great.” Drew reached over and took one, shoving half of it into his mouth.

Then two more cheerleaders walked up to our table. “Hey, guys. Hi Tay.”

Taylor said, “Hi Dom. Hi Maddie.”

“Hello girls,” Drew said. “Move over, Houston.”

“Ostin,” Ostin said.

The girls sat down between Drew and Ostin. Ostin had a blissful look on his face, like he was in heaven—a nervous heaven—but heaven all the same. I was anxious too. I kept turning away to blink, hoping no one would notice.

“We’re having a party at Maddie’s house after the game,” Dominique said to the table. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” Spencer said. “We’ll be there.”

“Can you come, Tay?”

“Yes.” She turned to me. “Michael, you’re coming to the game, aren’t you?”

Her question caught me off guard. “Uh, yeah. Of course,” I said.“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Ostin looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

“Great, you guys want to come to the party after?”

“Sure,” I said.

Taylor turned to the cheerleaders. “Guys, this is my friend, Michael.”

“Hi, Michael,” Dominique said.

“Hi,” Maddie said.

“That’s Houston,” Drew said, pointing at Ostin.

“Nice to meet you,” Ostin said.

“Do you have something in your eye?” Maddie asked me.

I turned red. “Uh, no.”

“You were just blinking kind of funny.”

I wanted to crawl under the table.

“Michael has Tourette’s syndrome,” Taylor said.

“Oh, I thought you were like winking at me,” Drew said.

“No. I can’t help it.”

“Is it, like, contagious?” Drew asked.

“Duh,” Taylor said. “Is stupidity contagious?”

Drew looked genuinely baffled. “I don’t know, is it?”

Spencer laughed. “You’re such an idiot, dude.”

“Sorry,” Drew said to me.

“It’s okay. I was born with it. It makes me blink and stuff.”

Dominique said, “I have a cousin with—how do you say it?”

“Tourette.”

“Yeah, Tourette. His name is Richard, but everyone in his neighborhood calls him King Richard, because he’s, like, totally amazing on any board. Skateboard, snowboard, wakeboard—if it’s a board, he can rule it.”

“That’s nothing,” Drew said. “Mike here is a little Chuck Norris.

The other day he beat up three guys twice his size. You should have seen it. It was awesome.”

“That’s so cool,” Dominique said.

I glanced at Taylor. She grinned.

Ostin just sat and listened, so excited that he didn’t seem to notice the loss of his pizza. When the second lunch bell rang he popped up like a toaster pastry. “Gotta go,” he said. “Lovely hangin’ with you ladies.”

No one at the table acted like they’d heard him.

“Hold on,” I said, standing. “I need to go too.”

“Hey, stay cool, man,” Spencer said to me. “See you tonight?”

“Yeah. Good luck with your game.”

“Spencer’s made All-State,” Taylor said. “He already has college scouts checking him out.”

“That’s really cool,” I said.

He shrugged. “I throw a ball through a hoop. Nothing to it. See ya around, man.”

Taylor stood up with me. She put her hand on my arm as we walked away from the table. “Sorry we crashed your table. I didn’t plan on that happening.”

“No, it’s cool. I’m just not used to hanging out with those guys.”

“What guys? Spencer and Drew?”

“Yeah. And the cheerleaders.”

Taylor nodded. “You mean the popular kids.”

“Yeah.”

“They’re no different than anyone else. Besides, they like you.”

“Really?”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

“No.” I looked at her. “So why did you lie to them?”

“I didn’t lie.”

“You told them I’m a black belt”

“I told them you have a black belt What’s that around your waist?”

I grinned. “That’s not what they thought you meant.”

“Look, word’s gotten out about what you did to Jack. I mean, you took out three kids twice your size. You think that’s going to go un-noticed? I was just protecting your secret.”

Another bell rang. Taylor sighed. “I’ve got to go. Can’t be late to class. Look, I found out something I need to tell you, but I’ve got to run. We can talk at the party tonight.”

“Okay,” I said. “Wait, I don’t know where your friend lives.”

“You can go with me. Just meet me after the game.”

“Where will you be?”

“Cheering.” She lightly punched my arm. “See ya.”

“Bye.”

Ostin was waiting for me outside the cafeteria doors. “Dude, that was awesome. Bones.” He put out his fist.

I bumped it. “What was awesome?”

“Our table became the cool table.”

“Yeah. That was weird.”

“And they love you. You’re in with the in crowd. I can’t believe Taylor is like all over you.”

“No she’s not.”

“Are you blind? That hottie’s got the hots for you, and she is H-O-T, hot.”

“We’re just friends,” I said.

“Whatever, dude. Whatever. So are we really going to the game?”

“And the party after,” I said.

“Wow,” Ostin said with a broad smile. “What a day.”

After school I walked down to the cafeteria but Ms. Johnson had canceled detention because of the game, so I headed home alone.

As I walked out the doors, Jack, Mitchell, and Wade were standing there. My first thought was that they were waiting for me, but the surprise on their faces convinced me otherwise. My stomach was a cauldron of fear and anger.

Jack threw down the cigarette he was smoking. “What’s up, man?”  he said. His tone was different than before—like we were now buddies or something.

I didn’t say anything, but kept on walking.

“How did you do that?” he shouted after me.

I spun around. “Do what?”

“Electrocute us.”

“You want another demonstration?”

Jack raised his hands. “We don’t want any trouble,” he said. “We’re good, right?”

Wade took a slight step back, and Mitchell looked like he’d wet his pants if I said “Boo!”

“No, we’re not good. I’m still on detention because I wouldn’t tell on you guys. You need to talk to Dallstrom and fix that.” I stepped toward them, suddenly feeling the liberation of having nothing to hide.

I don’t know if it was old anger or new confidence, but I said to Jack, “If I have to spend another week in detention . . . ” I poked him on his chest and he jumped back, probably anticipating another shock.

“Okay. I’ll tell Dallstrom it’s my fault”

“Good, because if I have another week of detention, I’m coming after you.” I turned to Mitchell. “And you.” Then I turned my whole body toward Wade. “And especially you. And if you think it hurt last time, next time you’re going to think you were struck by lightning. You understand?”

“Hey, no prob, man,” Wade said, his voice quivering.

“We’re cool,” Mitchell said.

“We better be,” I said, turning from them. As I walked away a large smile crossed my face. I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that good.

Ten minutes later I knocked on Ostin’s door and he answered. “Hey, you’re back early.”

“They canceled detention. So, can you go to the game?”

“Yeah. My mom was so excited she almost fainted. She said, ‘Finally you’re doing something normal.’”

“Just be sure to wear your clogging shoes,” I said.

“They’re tap shoes.”

I hit him on the arm. “Just kidding. I’m going home. I still haven’t asked my mom. I’ll call you in a couple hours.”

When my mother got home from work she hung her sweater in her room, then started boiling water for spaghetti. “So what do you

want to do tonight?”

I had been excited to tell her about the game, but now that she was here I was afraid to ask her. I suppose I felt a little like I was letting her down. “I thought maybe I’d go to the school basketball game,” I said uneasily. “If it’s okay with you.”

She turned to me and smiled. “That sounds fun.” “But then you’ll be alone.”

“I think I can handle that. Do you want me to pick you up when the game’s over?”

“Well, we’ve been invited to a party afterwards. It’s at one of the cheerleaders’ house.”

She looked at me. “So, last night you had no friends, and today you’re getting invited to cheerleader parties. What was in that ice cream?”

“It’s Taylor.”

“She’s the cheerleader?”

“Yeah. She’s kind of becoming a friend.”

I don’t know the last time I saw my mother smile that wide. “Is she nice?”

“She’s really great.” I looked at my mom. We had spent every Friday night together since we moved to Idaho. “You sure you’re okay alone?”

She dropped the pasta into the pot. “Are you kidding?” she said, winking at me. “I’m just glad to finally get you out of my hair. Do you know how many books I have to catch up on? Just call when you’re ready to leave the party, and let me know where to pick you up.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Mom.” I gave her a hug. I love my mother.

Neither Ostin nor I had ever been to a school basketball game before.

We sat near the floor at one end of the gymnasium. Ostin looked as out of place as a Twinkie in a salad bar. I panned the floor for Taylor, but I couldn’t see her.

“These metal bleachers are bruising my butt,” Ostin said. “How long do these things last?”

“You’re too soft,” I said, still looking for Taylor.

“Your girlfriend’s over there,” Ostin said, pointing to a flock of cheerleaders on the other side of the floor.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, right,” Ostin said.

I waved to Taylor several times, but she didn’t see me. Or at least she didn’t act like she did.

The game was close and at halftime, Meridian was down by five points. The drill team had come out to do their thing when I saw Taylor walk over to our side of the gym.

“Taylor!” I shouted.

She didn’t even look up. Then she walked up to the end of our bench, where Tim Wadsworth was sitting. Tim Wadsworth was the guy every girl at Meridian dreamed of. He had perfect skin, golden hair with a soft curl, straight teeth, and a body that would make a 

Greek Olympic statue envious. Mr. Perfection was flirting with Taylor or vice versa. I couldn’t tell. As I watched her I got madder and madder. He was holding a Coke and talking to her. Then she took a drink from his cup.