Misc Story. Alex, with her cute puppy face and ease with telling stories, is lucky enough to get away with almost everything. On senior skip day, however, she finds out that she won't always be so lucky.
This story involves drug usage, so if you're not cool with that, you probably shouldn't read it.
Senior Skip Day
by Breanna Carter
It was 8:20am on senior skip day and I was waiting in the
school parking lot for my best friend Kayleigh.
She wasn’t actually supposed to be skipping school that day: her super
strict, conservative parents would have nothing of it since her grades weren’t
amazing and she’d missed so much school already. But Kayleigh was the portrait of a punk rebel
teenager, which meant she didn’t give a shit what her parents or any authority
figure said, she was going to do whatever she wanted. My parents, on the other hand, didn’t care
that I was skipping school that day (or any other day really). They were hippies, the total opposite of
Kayleigh’s parents, and they let me get away with pretty much everything. Well, most people let me get away with
everything, because, unlike my best friend who had pink hair and various facial
piercings, I was really good at faking innocence. I was shy and really smart,
which really helped people believe the array of lies I spat out easily. And if lying didn’t work, I just pulled out an
adorable puppy face and within moments I would be let off with a warning. That’s why Kayleigh and I made a great
pair... she always got us into trouble, and I always managed to weasel us out
of it.
I glanced around the parking lot, getting impatient. She was twenty minutes late, and if she didn’t
hurry up, the fat security guard was going to spot me and ask why I wasn’t in
class like everyone else.
Where are u? I texted, checking the time again and
drumming my fingers against the steering wheel in boredom.
Almost there she
answered.
I was about to text something smartass-y back about her lack
of punctuality, but I spotted her older brother’s ugly old Jeep a couple of
blocks away, speeding towards me.
Kayleigh was in the passenger’s seat putting on mascara and yelling at
Jimmy, who was clearly ignoring her as he jammed to some obscure punk
band. He turned the volume down as he
neared the parking lot and pulled up behind my car.
“Hey kid,” he said to me, waving and smiling.
“Hey Jimmy,” I said back.
“Be careful with this one today,” he said, pointing to
Kayleigh as she grabbed her backpack out of the back seat. “She’s pmsing or something... very moody.”
“I wouldn’t be moody if you’d hurry the fuck up,” she
snapped back, slamming the door, rolling her eyes and walking towards me.
Jimmy just laughed.
“See ya... stay out of trouble!”
“Sorry for being so late – it’s Jimmy’s fault,” Kayleigh
said when we had safely left the school parking lot.
“It’s fine, I’m sure the guys are used to us being late.”
“And my dad was being a dick today. He finally saw my new tattoo.” Kayleigh was in a constant fight with her
father. He was a fierce Christian who
believed that tattoos, piercings and hair dye were things of the devil, and
every time Kayleigh came home with a new one, he paddled her until he felt like
God would forgive her for her sins. And
he didn’t wait on it either – if he found the new piercing, tattoo or hairstyle
while I was over, he didn’t hesitate to bare her bottom in front of me and
paddle it red. It was so crazy to me...
I don’t think my parents even believed in spankings!
Anyway, when she said her dad saw her new tattoo, I knew
what that meant – “Ouch, so you got it before school today.”
“Yeah, that’s part of the reason I was late.” She shifted uncomfortably in the seat. “I don’t know how I managed to hide it for so
long anyway... this might me a new record:
three weeks!”
“Score!” I said and gave her a high five.
She turned up the radio and started dancing. “Happy senior skip day!!”
We met up with our college friends in the IHOP parking lot
where we proceeded to smoke a joint in the car, then stuff our faces with
entirely too much food. In the middle of
my strawberry-banana pancakes, my friend Adam looked at me. “Remember that stuff you wanted to try?”
That would be cocaine.
I’d asked him a couple of weeks ago when my grandma died if he’d let me
try it with him. He’d always told me no
before, but given the circumstances, he agreed to let me try it this one
time. My heart started racing and I
nodded. “Yeah? You got some?”
He smiled but didn’t answer until later when the two of us
sat at the table in his apartment smoking cigarettes, Kayleigh and our other
two friends playing guitar hero on the sofa next to us. Adam pulled the baggie of white powder out of
his sock. He took out a little of the
powder, smoothing it down with his twenty dollar bill then separating it into
two separate lines. Then he rolled up
the bill and pointed at me. “Promise me
that you won’t go out buying this on your own after this.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m a big girl, Adam, I can take care of myself.”
He glared at me. “I’m
serious. I don’t want you to get
addicted.”
“I won’t get addicted,” I assured and snatched the twenty
dollar bill from him.
“You better not...”
He didn’t seem convinced, but knew I was going to do this
anyway, as I’d already warned him if he didn’t let me I’d eventually find
someone else who would. He just trusted
it more if I was with him. Another
example of me being able to always get what I want.
I lifted the bill to my nose then inhaled the coke. I had expected it to burn much more than it
really did... and I’d also expected it to be much stronger than it was. But I wasn’t complaining. We snorted only a few lines and got into an
in depth conversation about anarchist protesters in Turkey, then watched crazy
videos on youtube, and smoked a joint before it was time to go.
“Here, you can keep the rest, just be super careful with
it. And please don’t buy anymore.” He placed the baggy in the palm of my hand
and wrapped my fingers around it, giving me a kiss before we parted ways. I forgot to mention that Adam was kind of my
boyfriend, too... but we weren’t really official yet. Anyway, I put the baggy in my backpack,
intending to save it until next time I was with Adam, I’d just hide it in my
room somewhere. I didn’t have any use
for snorting it by myself.
Meanwhile, Kayleigh texted Jimmy to let him know that I was
taking her home from school so she wouldn’t need a ride. I usually took her home anyway, and stayed a
couple of hours until her parents came home – we spent that time smoking pot
and writing music for our non-existent band.
I was sure her mom knew we were total stoners... every time she came
home I emerged from the room with glossy red eyes and a goofy smile, drenched
in Kayleigh’s mango body spray... but Kayleigh says her mom dismisses the eyes
as allergy problems and really thinks I’m a lovely girl (as I said, I tend to
have that effect on people).
When we got in, no one was home. As was usual for us, we left our backpacks in
the living room, scrambling to Kayleigh’s room for a joint. She rolled it up while I started up her
computer, searching for funny videos to watch while we were toking. It was just a ritual of ours – we’d do this
everyday when we got home from school, then go downstairs for some snacks and
eat in the living room as we attempted to write music (she played guitar and I
the bass). Then we’d go back to her room
and repeat until her parents got home or something interrupted us.
This particular day we didn’t even get finished with the
joint when we were interrupted – by Jimmy.
“What the fuck, don’t you know how to knock?” Kayleigh
shouted, throwing a pillow at him.
“What the fuck are you doing with cocaine?!” he shouted
back, shoving my half baggy in her face.
“What the fuck are you doing going through my stuff?!” She
tried to snatch it from him but he was too quick.
“What did I tell you about this shit? That I would beat your ass if I ever found
out you were snorting coke...” he walked over to her dresser where the paddle
still sat from that morning.
“Whoaa!” I said.
“Jimmy chill take it easy, it’s not even hers, it’s mine.” I said, a
nervous quiver making my voice squeak a little.
“Now’s not the time to lie for Kayleigh,” he answered,
heading towards my friend until she answered.
“She’s not lying for me you douche, it really is hers, you
should check and make sure whose backpack you’re snooping through before you go
blaming me for everything.” She took a
puff off her joint then blew the smoke in his face. That pissed him off so much that he grabbed
her arm and managed to pop her bottom with the paddle before she smacked him in
the face with her pillow.
“So you’re taking this shit?” he said, towering over me as I
sat in my best friend’s beanbag chair.
Kayleigh passed me the joint and I took a hit. “I was just trying it, Jimmy. Chill out.
It’s been hard since my grandma died.
I was desperate for anything to make me feel better, and I just wanted
to see, but I didn’t even like it that much... see? I didn’t even finish the bag.”
Kayleigh snorted and started a new song. “You are so full of shit Alex,” she
said. “Beat her ass, Jimmy. I tried to tell her not to mess with it but
she wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Heyy! You’re
supposed to be on my side,” I said, sticking my tongue out at her and taking
another hit before passing her back the joint.
Jimmy, on the other hand, wasn’t taking this as
light-hearted as we were. “Don’t you
realize how dangerous this is, Alexandra??
It’s super addictive and expensive and you’re too young to fuck up your
life with this shit.”
“Oh come on, it’s not like you’ve never done it,” I said and
Kayleigh agreed.
“He has, lots of times.”
Jimmy shot her a dirty look and I piped up, “see? You can’t beat my ass for something you’ve
done so much.”
“I didn’t know better, and you do. I fucked up, and had to pay for it later, and
I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen, I don’t even want
anymore. You can have it... flush it in
the toilet... Errr, or let me give it back to my friend, I wouldn’t want to
waste his money... but I won’t take anymore.
Promise.” I gave him my best
innocent face to drive the point home. I
was so used to it working, I totally didn’t expect what came next.
“That won’t work on me, Alex. I know everyone else lets you get away with
everything, but I know you a little better than that, and you’re as much a
little sister to me as Kayleigh is... and I’ve told you both millions of times
that I’d beat your ass if you ever touched this shit. So, come on.”
Again, my parents didn’t believe in spanking... so I wasn’t
quite sure what to do. It scared me a
bit, but also the weed was probably making this idea of finally not getting
away with something a bit appealing.
Something about having finally crossed some kind of limit gave me a
weird feeling in my tummy that I couldn’t explain.
And since I didn’t move from my spot on the beanbag chair,
Jimmy grabbed my upper arm and hauled me up, then sat in the straight-backed
chair at Kayleigh’s desk.
“Come onnnn Jimmy, I said I’m not going to do it anymore.” I
started letting a few tears fall and kept giving him pathetic looks.
“I told you, this isn’t going to work on me. I’ve seen you pull it millions of times with
other adults in your life, and then right afterwards go and do exactly what you
told them that you wouldn’t.”
I guess that would be the disadvantage of knowing someone
for so long.
“Pleaseeeee I’ve never even been spanked before.”
“Well that explains a lot.”
“Heyy!” I said, offended, but immediately forgot about it
because he started to unbutton my jeans.
I’d forgotten that this was part of the paddling process in Kayleigh’s
household. “No no no... don’t do
that!! Pleaseeee!” I started crying more, trying everything
possible to get out of this one. Tears
were always a last resort but so far had worked on everyone, including the vice
principal who excused Kayleigh and me for smoking in the parking lot because I
started crying about her cutting herself (she ended up having to see the school
psychologist about it but it was better than getting suspended!)
“You’re getting a paddling, Alexandra. Stop crying, I haven’t even given you
anything to cry about yet.” He jerked my
pants and panties down to my knees and I thought I was going to die of
embarrassment!! I’d been half naked in
front of my sorta boyfriend, but that’s it!
“Jimmy!!
Stoppppp!!” Tears were steadily
flowing, and he pulled me over his knee, locking my feet down with his right
leg.
“You know better than to take cocaine, don’t you Alex?” he
asked, leaning down and turning my chin so that I had to face him.
“Yes...” I muttered pathetically.
“You’ve had friends die from this shit, and you’ve known
people who are in jail right now because of their addiction, you don’t live in
a bubble away from this stuff, it’s affected your life personally. And you should be ashamed of yourself for
trying to get out of this paddling. You
know you deserve it.”
He let go of my chin.
“But it’s because I’m sorry and I know I won’t do it again,” I whined,
squirming. This wasn’t a very
comfortable position, and that weird feeling in my stomach was getting
stronger.
I felt a cool breeze on my bottom as Jimmy spoke: “You certainly won’t after I get through with
you.”
The paddle was small enough that he could use it while I was
over his knee, big enough to cover both of my butt cheeks and reasonably thick.
But I’d never imagined it to hurt as
much as it did. Mostly because I’d seen
Kayleigh go over her father’s knee more than once, and even though her bottom would
be bright red, she almost always managed to get through her spankings (that I’d
seen) without shedding a tear. I’d also
doubted that Jimmy could spank as hard as their father, but by the second swat,
I was squirming and trying to get off of his lap.
“Okay okay okay!! I get it Jimmy!” I cried.
“Not yet,” he answered, grabbing my wrist as I reached back
and pinning it to the small of my back.
He popped the paddle down harder on my bottom, right in the middle, then
another swat right afterwards. He
started spanking harder, faster, holding me firmly in place as I squirmed and
writhed trying to free myself from his strong grip.
“Are you starting to understand that you shouldn’t snort
cocaine?” he asked, walloping me on the sit spots.
“Owwwww!! Yes,
Jimmy!!” I squealed.
“Look at me,” he said.
I turned around, sniffling, giving him the most pathetic,
tear-stained face I was able.
“No, you haven’t learned your lesson, you’re still just
trying to get out of trouble.”
“Noooooo,” I howled when he began spanking me hard and fast
again. He had been right, though – my
ass burned, but I hadn’t quite felt punished yet, I’d thought if I gave him a
sad enough face, he’d let me go. And boy
was I wrong... I think making that face was probably the worst idea I could’ve
had.
Because now he was spanking harder, keeping a tighter grip
on me, and hitting my sit spots and thighs much more than I liked!
“Owwww please please Jimmy!” I pleaded. It was ridiculous how much I was pleading
with him... I was such a bad sport about this.
“Please what?” he asked, taking a break to grab my ponytail
and pull my hair slightly so that I was lifting my head up to look at him.
“Please no more,” I begged.
He set the paddle on my back then picked up the baggy of
cocaine, showing it to me. “If I ever find out that you’re touching this
shit again, I swear to god, this paddling your getting right now will feel like
nothing compared to what I’ll give you.
Do you understand me?”
He looked so serious, more serious than I’d ever seen him,
his black eyes glaring at me. I gulped,
sniffling again before saying, “yes Jimmy.”
He dropped the bag of coke on the floor in front of me, let
go of my hair and started paddling me again, a few harder swats right in the
middle of my bottom to get me crying, this time for real.
“I’m really sorryyyyy!” I howled. My bottom felt like it was on fire, and by
this time I was sobbing, unsure of how my best friend managed to take so many
spankings and not be such a baby about it like I was.
“God dude, I think she gets the point,” Kayleigh
interrupted.
“You think so?” Jimmy said almost mockingly. He pulled my hair again to look into my
eyes. I could barely even look at him
though... I was crying too hard and felt too bad and he was still giving me
that disappointed look.
“Yeah, you’ve been beating her ass for hours now.”
“I should beat yours for letting her snort coke,” he said to
her, letting go of my hair and setting the paddle down on the floor.
“Hey it’s not my fault!!”
I knew he probably legit wanted to spank her, too, but at
the moment he was too distracted with me because I was a sobbing mess. I was all snotty with puffy red eyes and my
bottom ached so much I was trying to rub the sting out. He helped me off his lap and pulled me in for
a hug I didn’t really want until I was sitting on his lap with my face buried
into his chest.
“I’m sorry Jimmy,” I bawled.
He stroked my hair trying to calm me down, but it didn’t
help much. By this time I was thinking
about my friend that actually had died from mixing coke with a lot of other
shit, and how much I missed her. And I
was thinking about my grandma, too. I
hadn’t really had a real cry since she’d died, hadn’t been ready to grieve it,
as I was super close to her. But now I
was just letting everything out, and for some reason it was nice to have the
snuggle with my surrogate older brother while I was at it.
I managed to regain my composure a few minutes later when
Kayleigh passed me a new joint that she’d been rolling. “Thanks,” I croaked. I eased myself off of Jimmy’s lap, realizing that
my pants were still down and hurriedly pulling them up. I plopped down on the bed next to Kayleigh
and lit up, inhaling a few times then passing it to Jimmy.
“Hey, you know I only did it because I care about you,
right?” he said.
“Yeah, I know. No
worries.” And for some weird reason, I
hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time he did it.
