A/N: If you read this I'll read yours!
My life was pretty organized and uneventful when I was young. I was the shy girl that did everything that I was told even if I didn't want to. I had never gotten in trouble with my teachers, much less the authority. I was the girl that was the ultimate teacher's pet, wearing clothes that were fashionable ten years ago, and walked pigeon toed. Looking back, my future was looking pretty good, but that all changed the day that Jay West became the 'new' kid at my elementary school.
It was in the middle of fifth grade, right after Christmas vacation, when Jay arrived at our school. Right away, he was the most popular person at school, even though people were terrified to talk to him. He came from the ghettos of Chicago up to our little Wisconsin suburban town; quite a change. People were fascinated by the fact that he probably witnessed a murder every night, but also for that reason, they were afraid to look to him. We all thought that he was some thieving druggie, murderous fifth grader, so naturally everyone was intimidated by him; everyone but the school bully Sean Jameson.
Sean Jameson was notorious for beating kids up so bad that they would have to spend at least a night in the hospital.
In the Wisconsin suburbs we don't have many black gangsters, or any at all. Sean had the whitest skin in our school, but that did not stop him from trying to be ghetto. Why wasn't he ever expelled for his doings? His victims were all too afraid to speak out about his actions, for they knew that he would just simply beat them up again.
So when he first saw Jay walk into our school with crazed up dreadlocks and way too baggy jeans, he saw him as a threat. Everyone was terrified that Jay would join Sean's gang, making Sean even more fearsome. And Sean was terrified about his new competition.
But weeks went by and Jay never bullied anyone, or even talked to anyone for that matter. He would always sit all alone at lunch, at recess, and even in class he seemed to be all alone. He ignored every look that was passed his way, and when someone actually talked to him on the rare occasions he would just nod his head and mutter something not understandable. Sean was no longer frightened by this insanely shy guy who seemed to be afraid of life itself.
It was a mild March afternoon when Sean struck. It was a typical recess. A group of popular girls were playing four-square, while younger guys played basketball. The older guys were out in the field playing football and soccer and my best friend, Ewan, and I were sitting on the swings; our hangout.
Ewan had been my best friend since the first grade when he moved in down the street. He was tall and gangly, and was immediately named weird. So, naturally I befriended him. He was always making up wise-ass comments to the teachers; making me admire him greatly. He was my only friend at school, because no one liked the teacher's pet except oddly the non-teachers pet.
We were swinging back and forth, me talking about the latest Social Studies test and Ewan responding with sly remarks that made me laugh, when I noticed a group of kids crowding around the big red slide on our playground that was more rust than metal. I quickly jumped off of the swings and headed towards the commotion with Ewan close behind.
"What's happening? Did some first grader find some four legged ant?" he asked jumping up and down with a huge fake smile on his face.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," I stated and made my way into the crowd. Being short for my age I smoothly intervened through the people and found myself getting front row seats to the action. Not surprisingly, Sean was standing over Jay who was sitting on the ground as though nothing new was going on. Everyone had expected this to happen sooner or later, and it appeared that now was the time for the fight of the year.
"What are you afraid to fight me, J-unit?" Sean asked Jay using his nickname he had developed for him.
Jay didn't respond, just looked at the grass in front of him.
Sean knelt down in front of Jay. "What? Did you find a weed plant mixed within the grass? Hoping to smoke it so it will ease the pain of your mother that was murdered by some drug dealers or something?"
Jay looked up at Sean with the most hatred I have ever seen eyes hold. "Oh, I caught onto something didn't I?" he grabbed onto Jay's shirt collar and hoisted him up. "Come on punch me."
Jay continued to stand there just looking at Sean.
"Come on hit me." When Jay still didn't respond Sean punched Jay in the head hard, but Jay didn't fall down, let alone waver. "What the hell is wrong with you, you - "
The whole crowd gasped at the word Sean said next. Sure, everyone swore in fifth grade, it was what made you cool. But no one said the N word. So when Sean uttered it to a black guy none the less, the whole playground rang with silence.
Sean started laughing. "Oh, did I hurt you?" he then continued to say it five more times.
That's when with surprising force Jay pounced on Sean.
Unexpected Sean fell to the ground, which caused a group of third graders cheer out in delight.
The two kept hitting and hitting each other for the longest time. It was amazing that one of them hadn't blacked out after this time. It was a mass of black and white. What's black and white and black and white? In this case it wasn't a nun rolling down a hill, but rather two people of different races beating the absolute crap out of each other. No one did anything they just watched in awe as the two kept accepting hit after hit.
"Uh-oh here comes the Wicked Witch of the West," Ewan whispered in my ear.
Sure enough Mrs. V was walking in our direction. The Wicked Witch of the West was everyone's nickname for her. She looked exactly like the witch, her skin was even turning green, I swear. Mrs. V was the most feared teacher, for she always punished you for simple mistakes.
"What is going on?" she squawked her way into the crowd. Jay and Sean oblivious to the teacher where still mangled on the ground. "GET OFF OF EACH OTHER!" she screamed and with much trouble pulled the two apart. "Both of you come with me to the principal's office," she looked at the crowd around her and pointed at me. "You too, and you."
What? Why did I have to come? I didn't do anything wrong. Did it look like I was involved? I was about to do something that I had never done before, give the witch a piece of my mind, but then she pointed at a third grader and told him to come too. I looked up at Ewan, and he shrugged. Like always I followed the order and followed her to the principal's office.
It turns out I was there as an eye witness to the event. Come on, it's not like someone was murdered, why do you need an eye witness? The principal talked to Jay and Sean first, then the third grader and called me into his office last.
Mr. Dervan was in his late fifties his hair newly grey. He was a pretty nice principal and was always fair. He was always calm. There could be a bomb placed in his morning coffee and he would casually take it out. He was definitely gellin'.
"So Miss Wey what happened at recess?" I told him everything that I had seen, leaving nothing out and adding nothing. Mr. Dervan didn't say anything just continued to nod his head. At the end of my story he ushered me out of the office and asked me to wait outside so I could get a lollipop for my cooperation. Oh goodie!
Sean and Jay went back inside the office, Jay the only one looking slightly nervous. Sean looked confident probably thinking he'd get away with it again. I prayed for Jay's sake that he didn't get off easily this time. I waited for at least ten minutes, before they came out again.
Sean gave me a menacing stare. If looks could kill I'd already be rotting in my grave. What had I done?
I squirmed in my seat suddenly nervous.
Jay on the other hand gave me a smile. I think I was the first person that he had smiled at in this school or had shown any emotion to in that matter.
"Thanks," he said and walked out of the office. Unfortunately that's how Jay became my best friend, because I had gotten his mortal enemy suspended.
Every day I walked home from school because my house was only a few blocks away. Ewan usually walked with me, but he had to stay after school to catch up on his Math, even though he knew perfectly well what was going on in that class. He most likely just had to stay back because of something he had said to his teacher.
My neighborhood was a nice, typical one. It was heavily shaded with trees. I swear, you could not get a tan there to save your life, because the trees were always in the way. My family had moved there when I was still in my mother's stomach. Before then they were known to move around practically every year, but they decided to settle down for my sake. They didn't settle down for my older sister's sake. Probably didn't realize how hard it was to move with a little kid always bugging you about it.
My sister Addie was three years older than me, and naturally we didn't get along because we were, well, sisters. Unlike me, she was always getting herself into trouble. Not just with the teachers, but with the law. A month earlier she got arrested for drunk driving. She couldn't even drive yet, let alone drink. She was in eighth grade for heaven's sake. My parent's quickly paid her bail and didn't even punish her, just told her not to do it again.
In a way I had to thank my sister for driving me to not be anything like her, and so far I wasn't. Goal accomplished, for now.
I was a street away from my house when I got that feeling that someone was watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I wasn't even aware they existed before then. I ignored the feeling, knowing that I would only scare myself more if I reacted to the situation. I looked down at my feet and treaded on. After a few seconds I wished that Ewan was with me. I suddenly felt someone breathing on the back of my neck. I turned around, and the last thing I saw was Sean's fist.
Ring Ring. Who was calling me at this time of the night? I groaned and reached for my phone. My clock read that it was three in the morning. "Hello?" I said groggily into the phone.
"Yo, girl what's up?"
"I was sleeping, Jay, because that's what normal people do at three in the morning," I said angrily. I was sick of Jay calling me at the most ridiculous times.
"Well I could be too, if you let me inside your apartment."
"What are you talking about?" I sat up mad, but not surprised at all.
"I'm outside your door, sista'." I sat up. Almost every time he called me like this, he had done something extremely rash.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing, just wanted to visit a friend. So will you let me in or what?"
"What choice do I have? Just a second." I slipped on my fuzzy pink slippers and hung up the phone, because it wasn't cordless.
Well actually I did have a choice; I could just not answer the door now and make him wait outside for as long as I wished him to do so. It would be slightly amusing and satisfying, but he was my friend, my only friend. It took me no time to cross my one room apartment that was molding, to get to the door. Jay barged past me into my humble abode before I could say hello.
"Something's different," he stated while he looked around studying the place. If I had placed one shoe out of place in my apartment he would have noticed.
"I moved the TV," I answered and went into the kitchen to get a glass of coffee, but only for myself, because it didn't look like Jay needed one.
He sat down on my old moth eaten chair and flipped on the TV. "Oh, this is much better, there's no glare from the sun," he said excitedly.
"That's because the sun isn't out yet!" I reminded him how early it was. He came up to me and sniffed my coffee. "Oh Vanilla, get me some."
I pulled away my cup from his reach.
"French Vanilla, and you don't need any," I told him and took a sip enjoying the coffee's goodness.
"Just a sip?" he pleaded.
I gave him the cup. He smiled and toasted me.
He drank the coffee as if it was a shot of Tequila.
"Hey, I said a sip," I tore it away from him, mad that he only left a drop for me.
Jay suddenly slammed his head on the counter.
I looked at him quizzically.
He grabbed my hand without looking up.
"Girl I need your help," he said his voice muffled, and then looked at me.
I rolled my eyes and sat down in my chair. "What did you do now?" I asked afraid to know the answer. Jay constantly needed my help and quite frankly it was getting old.
"I need some money," he knelt down in front of me.
"How much?" I asked him, because I wasn't exactly Donald Trump, and I didn't have enough money to just hand it out. But if it was a few bucks it could do.
I jumped up. "A grand! What on earth do you need a grand for? You doing drugs again?"
" What? I never did drugs," Jay looked confused.
"Well, what do you need it for?"
I crossed my arms and looked down at him. Even though I was a short child, I had a growth spurt in ninth grade and was now taller than Jay which came in handy in times like these, where he had to cower in fear below me.
"Fine, I owe this one guy some money," he said not looking at me.
"Some? Yeah a thousand dollars. I don't have a thousand dollars. I can barely pay my rent!" I broke out into the opening song of Rent the musical.
Jay looked at me quizzically, obviously never seeing it or hearing the music before, which made me shut up.
"But I need the bling."
"Why do you absolutely need the bling?"
"Because I do!" he argued.
"Jay, you're not telling me something, now what is it?"
"The guy I owe the money to called me yesterday," he paused for a little too long.
"And…" I urged him to continue.
"Man, he's gonna kill me!" Jay fell to the ground in agony.
"What?" I asked him, not really believing him, because Jay always tended to over exaggerate.
"He said if I didn't have the money by four this morning he's going to kill me."
I stood up. "That's in thirty minutes! What if he tracks you down to here, and comes to my house and—"
"Chill, girl. It's okay," he patted my back, "I think."
"Sure, yeah. We'll think of something. We always do, right?"
"Well you always do, but I'll take credit too."
I sat on my dusty floor and thought about my options. I could move quickly to another shit hole. No, that's too extreme. I turned to Jay. "Stay here." I rushed into my bathroom and got out all the makeup that I owned and went back to Jay who was now sitting in my chair.
"What the hell is that?" he asked pointing to my makeup.
"I'm giving you a makeover."
"I'm insulted. I look great, I don't need a makeover!" Jay fake cried.
"Sorry, bad choice of words. We're going to disguise you. But, may I suggest a nose job, or facelift?"
Jay playfully slapped me.
"Not with no nose job, but sure make me look different." I pulled out a pair of scissors.
"Time for your long needed haircut," I informed him.
Jay hastily put his hands on his head.
"You can't rid me of my dreads!" he yelled.
"You're going to have to choose, life or dreads."
"I'd rather be dead and looking good in my casket than be alive and looking…dreadful. Ha ha get it dreads, dreadful," he laughed at his own joke.
"Wow, you're hilarious. Now say bye to your dreads," I swiftly cut off all of his dreadlocks before he could protest again. It was nothing short of horrible looking, but at least he looked a little different. "You should grow a beard too," I informed him.
"What in twenty minutes, do you have some magic formula for that?"
"Shut up. Just in case you make it through today, just don't shave for a while."
"Are you done yet?" he asked impatiently.
"I don't know, should we make you white?" I offered holding up powder.
"You're joking right?"
"I don't know."
He shook his head viciously.
I set it down figuring out what I should do. "Wanna be gay for a while?" I offered. That should throw his little assassin off.
"OMG I don't think so honey," he said high pitched.
I laughed and looked at him. It's amazing g how a little haircut changed a lot. I added a little makeup here and there and figured that it was the best that I could do.
Jay yawned. "Good night," he said and climbed into my bed.
"Hey, where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked him annoyed.
"Right here with me baby," he said his eyes closed.
"Shut up and sleep in the chair," I told him, but he didn't respond just started to fake snore. I marched up to him and kicked him hard in the ass, and he got up holding his butt and plopped himself down in my chair.
"Fine, be that way," he said and fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes. I did the same the moment my head touched my pillow.
When I woke up my green M&M clock read 10:36 am. I looked over and saw Jay watching Flavor of Love reruns on VH1. I rolled my eyes. It just showed how ghetto he really was. I always made fun of him for watching some ghetto version of the Bachelor, but he insisted that it was more ghetto than it was Bachelor. At the moment two girls were in some bitch fight over who loved Flavor Flav more. I rolled my eyes and went into my mini fridge to get a glass of chocolate milk, which I found empty.
"Jay, how many times do I have to tell you not to drink all of my chocolate milk? You know how I need my chocolate milk!"
Jay ignored me and laughed at something the girl said on TV.
"Oh yeah, sorry." He flipped off the TV and joined me in my miniscule kitchen. "What's up?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"What are we gonna do today?"
"How long do you plan to stay here?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "A week or two."
I laughed coldly. "You really need to get a place of your own."
"Why?" He asked taking out a Cap'n Crunch box and eating the cereal plain out of it. "Girl you need to get the one with the berries in it."
I ignored his latest comment and answered his question. "Because you're always here. You're practically living here. Soon I'm going to have to start charging you rent," I was joking, but Jay didn't have to know that.
"But I don't have any money," he complained.
"Then get a job," I told him as I poured myself a bowl of milk and plopped my non-berry Cap'n Crunch in it. "That's what we're going to do today. We're getting you a job."
He opened his mouth to complain but I interrupted him.
"No buts, you need a job so you're going to get a job. Work at a Starbucks or something. It'll be a short walk, there's one on every street corner now," I informed him.
"Come on Jay. How do you plan to get through your life living off other people? You're twenty-one years old and you've never had a job."
"Fine, let's get me a job," he said going to my closet where he kept most of his wardrobe. "What should I wear?" he asked. I went over and pulled out the nicest thing he owned, which was a pair of jeans that didn't have any holes in them and a plain white t-shirt.
An hour later we were walking down the streets of Milwaukee looking for a place that would employ Jay. It was a fairly sunny day that was supposed to get up to 83 degrees. Jay had already applied at two Starbucks and a McDonalds, and I was proud of him.
"You look like white trash," Jay said suddenly. Well I was proud of him.
I looked down at my pink halter top and mini jean skirt with pink converse. "Oh thanks. My self-esteem just skyrocketed."
"You're welcome," he said and pointed to an alley way. "Here, a shortcut," he said and walked down it, me right behind him. We were both wearing our matching Summerfest hats that we had gotten when we were in the seventh grade. Ewan also had one, but we had drifted away from him after graduation and hadn't heard from him since.
"Jay Nodas!" Someone yelled Jay's name from behind us.
I saw Jay's eyes widen at the voice, but Jay kept walking forward me ahead of him now.
"Hey!" I heard a pistol being cocked, and we both froze.
"Hide behind me," Jay said through his teeth. I gladly followed orders. What had Jay done now to get us into this mess, or had he done anything at all? When I turned around I saw a large white man covered in tattoos pointing a gun at Jay's head. "Man, what do you want?" Jay asked him.
"I want my thousand dollars," the man snarled. Or maybe Jay had done something; I guess it was always going to be Jay's fault.
"You don't always get what you want," Jay said. I rolled my eyes in frustration. This was going to get us no where.
"Yes I do, Jay. Now give me my money."
"I will soon."
"Jay when I give you the signal, get yourself out of here," I whispered in Jay's ear. It was time to do something.
"My signal will be the peace sign," I went out from behind Jay. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked him. I walked up to the gun man making sure I swayed my hips as much as possible. Thank God I had attracted his attention. "Hey, who are you?" I asked in a sultry voice.
He mumbled something but I didn't hear him.
"Oh I love a man with a gun," I stroked his hand. With my other hand I gave Jay the peace sign hoping that he would leave. "So let's go back to your place," I whispered in the guy's ear.
"Wait, how much?" he asked me. My goal accomplished, he thought I was a whore, now it was time to get going.
"Free for you babe," I took his hand and he led me out of the alley. Jay was gone thank God. The man's apartment was just around the corner. His number was falling off his door but I could still make out the number 13. How ironic, 13, bad luck. When I entered the apartment, it smelled of something I couldn't quite place, but it was revolting. The apartment was about the size of mine, but then I noticed a set of stairs leading to what I assumed was his bedroom.
"Wait right here." The man left the room and went upstairs. The kitchen looked unsanitary, well more unsanitary than the sitting room, so I decided to sit on the couch. Stuffing flew out of it when I sat down, and I heard a hollow noise come from under it. I looked down at the floor questionably. I stomped my foot on the wooden planks. A hollow sound emitted from it. The floor was hollow. Hmm, the man must've been hiding something under the floorboards. I immediately thought of some movie, where the bad guy always hid secret belongings under his floor boards. Yeah, I always wanted to be in a movie!
"Honey, when are you coming back down?" I called.
"Give me five minutes," he yelled.
I smiled and moved the couch. I was a little too curious for my own good, and I knew it, but I just didn't care. Sure enough I found a crack in the boards and lifted it up. I stared open mouthed at my discovery, but soon covered it afraid that I was going to vomit.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard a voice snarl from behind me and I gasped. "Don't be so disgusted, that's where you'll be spending the rest of your days," he said and I felt a gun pointing into my back. "Stand up."
I winced and immediately obeyed. The man led me to the corner of the room. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to mind your own business?" Sure all the time, I was tempted to say, but kept my mouth shut. Without thinking I quickly turned around and kneed him in the groin. Not expecting it, he tumbled to the ground, but kept his grip firmly on the gun. He quickly got up and punched me in return, but I did not fall to the ground like he did. Instead I placed a high kick to his head. He fell down and I quickly grabbed his arms. I pulled out a gun from my own pockets and placed it against his head.
"Think again, mister," I snarled and twisted the hand that held his gun until I heard a snap and the gun fell. The man let out a scream of agony. "I think there's a lesson to be learned here," I said calmly. "Don't mess with Jay Nodas." At that second the door burst open and in walked two police officers guns pointing at the man that I was holding. One of them took the man's hands from mine and handcuffed them. "Hugh Lane you're under arrest." He said. The other police officer pulled out his walkie talkie.
"We have two bodies in here, Chief." He put his walkie talkie away and held out a hand. "Good Work, Charlie."
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I'm an undercover agent.