Redemptive: Ch. 7
By the time lunch arrived, I had the details of my plan completely worked out.
It wouldn’t be too hard to accomplish, I figured. With Ty’s help and possibly Chelsea’s, it would almost be too easy infiltrating Zeke into our group.
In a way, he was already in it. I mean, he was always at every party, and semi-related to the most popular boy in school. All he needed was to be put on the radar a bit more, show some of his personaility instead of blending into the crowd of nobodies. Surely, that wouldn’t be difficult, right?
“Hey,” Ty said as he took his usual seat next to me at our lunch table.
I didn’t hear him at first because I was watching Zeke as he entered the cafeteria, his head down as he immediately walked to the table located in the very back, and sat down. I waited for a group of average-looking guys to sit down or for anyone to join him, but no one did. Instead, he took a sack out of his backpack and began eating lunch alone.
“Hello? You there, Cami?” Ty asked, waving a hand in front of my face.
Chelsea slammed her textbooks onto the table as she took the seat across from me, and I snapped my attention to her.
“Is it like national total jerk day or something? First my best friend is all bitchy and moody this morning, and now Ike’s acting like a first class jackass. What the fuck?” Chelsea said.
Ty and I exchanged a glance. We both knew why Ike and I weren’t in the best of moods.
“I’m sorry, Chels,” I said. “You can have my chocolate milk.”
“No thanks,” Chelsea said. “I’m not eating carbs today.”
“So what’s your plan?” Ty asked me, changing the subject.
“Plan for what?” Chelsea asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Um,” I said.
It wasn’t exactly the best time to mention my plan for Zeke. In her current mood, I didn’t think Chelsea would approve, especially after she had been proudly and happily joining in during Zeke’s public humiliation.
“Her mom caught us in bed this morning,” Ty answered for me, and I exhaled.
He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him, my silent thank you.
“I thought you said you didn’t get any last night?” Chelsea said, glaring at me.
“No, I said we spent most of the night cleaning. Which is the truth,” I said.
“Uh huh. Whatever. So your mom caught you in bed? So what? It’s not like she’s going to mention it on her tv special or in her next book or whatnot. Oh, but what if she does! What if her next special is about teenage hormones or sex? Can you imagine?”
I cringed. I hadn’t thought of that, but it was a real possibility. My parents were known for using their experiences with me to relate with their clients.
“I think they already did that one. When they first found out about us, right?” Ty asked me.
I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
Chelsea laughed. “Oh, you are so screwed. No wonder you’re being so pissy today. Now if only I knew Ike’s excuse.”
“We had a bad practice this morning. Coach was in a bad mood,” Ty explained.
He always knew what to say. I intertwined our hands under the table, and squeezed his.
“Ugh. Boys and their balls. It’s supposed to be a game,” Chelsea said. “It’s not like he’s going to go pro or anything. He’s an actor for chissakes.”
“Yeah well. Not even actors enjoy negative feedback,” Ty said.
“Well, what did Coach say?” Chelsea asked.
I looked at Ty.
“That Ike needs an attitude adjustment,” he said.
I chuckled. “That’s for sure.”
“He can’t help it,” Chelsea said.
“Why not?” Ty asked, and Chelsea rolled her eyes.
“I’m not getting into this with you again.”
“Why not?” Ty asked.
Chelsea looked at me. “Please tell him to stop.”
“Have you ever considered why it bothers you so much when I start asking questions that require you to think?” Ty asked.
“Ugh, enough already. Cami, help me out?”
“Sorry. You know I can’t stop him once he starts,” I said.
Ty looked at her, urging her to respond. She sighed dramatically, and stood up.
“I’m leaving. Have fun asking annoying questions without me,” Chelsea said.
She stormed off, and Ty said, “Mission accomplished.”
I giggled. “You were trying to get her to leave?”
“How else am I supposed to hear your plan?”
I kissed him.
And then I told him my plan.
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