2022-11-09 01:53:34To say I was shocked would be an understatement.
Coraline had always been a kind, open person when we were in high school, and never had she treated me like this. When she talked to me back in the day, I always felt like we could be friends if I had the gall to approach her about it. We ran in different circles and my one was generally lower in the food chain, but for Coraline, that didn’t matter.
But now, I feel betrayed and devastated. I never thought she would be one of those snobs like her friends were.
Tensions are high, and I have a feeling that I was being misunderstood here. I didn’t mean to insult anyone, so I try to rectify my mistake, ignoring the sting of her slap in my face and my heart.
“Look,” I start in an even voice, “I’m not trying to insult you or your shoes. What I’m trying to say is those shoes are forges, and whoever sold them to you scammed you. If you think I’m wrong, check the soles. If it’s an original, there should be a signature on the sole. That line of shoes is always signed by the artist, one of the reasons those shoes are expensive."
“Oh, fuck off,” one of Jon's friends pipes from behind him, “You’re just trying to humiliate him. What would you know about designer brands?”
“Insulting Jon is never going to work for you, you welp.” Another friend of his joins.
But when I look straight at Jon’s face, I know the truth. I know that he's aware of the shoes being fake because there is an almost undistinguishable glint of humiliation in his eyes. I can recognize that look anywhere because I always remember seeing it constantly in my past. I could bet a hundred bucks that he just bought the fakes to show off at the party.
I’ve done things like that since I was a kid. I didn’t think it was anything to be ashamed of. However, by now I realize that he was just bluffing about them because he wanted to make me feel less than others.
Just like in high school.
Before neither of us could speak, Coraline steps right in front of me, and slaps me again, catching me by surprise on the other cheek.
This time, I can’t keep quiet, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growl at her, “Are you slap-happy or something? If you want to get my attention, just talk like a normal person, what’s wrong with you?!”
“Leave the place immediately,” ignoring my tirade, Colarline hisses. “You don’t belong here with us, leave before we make you.”
I want to fight her, I want to fight them all. But after everything, I don’t want trouble. There was still a video of me being pranked roaming on the internet, and for me, that was enough of a headache to worry about. I didn’t want to have my whole high school batch angry with me over this.
So, without a word, I turn away from them and walk towards the exit amidst their victorious crowing.
But before I can exit the building, a waiter comes running, looking panicked.
“Sir, sir!” he calls me, “You have to pay your bill.”
My brows raise, “What bill? I didn’t have anything here, I literally came in just moments ago.”
The waiter looks uncomfortable, “I’m sorry sir, but these are the rules of the establishment. Refreshments and other services were booked beforehand, and each guest must pay on their way out.”
“Those are some funky rules,” I reply with a sigh, “But whatever. Here’s my card, charge it.”
I took the card my father gave me just yesterday to the waiter. I don’t feel entirely comfortable spending my father’s money like that, but my father had made it clear that the money was mine and that I should be using it for any payments. Given the situation of my own bank account, I can't turn it down.
The waiter returns with my card. After muttering my thanks and accepting his, I turn to leave the establishment. Of course, loud snickering and mocking laughter bursts behind my back as I open the door, and I sigh.
Just another day in the life of Jace Greyson, I think, what a bizarre life I’m living now.
I trudge through the parking lot of the restaurant to where my rusty old bike is parked. The evening is on the verge of turning into the night, and I feel as bone-weary as I was yesterday. At least this humiliation was private, unlike the last one where my business was live-streamed on the internet.
Speaking of that, I wonder if Gerald had been able to find and delete the video as he promised me he would.
Before I can get on my bike and paddle away to the safety of my home, the sound of feet on the concrete ground comes from behind me. Wondering who it is, I turn.
The waiter comes running, panting.
“Sir!” he huffs, “Sir, I’m…I’m so sorry…”
“Dude, breathe,” I instruct him, crossing my arms over my chest, wondering why he was apologizing, “There’s no hurry, I’m not going to run away.”
“Sir, I’m sorry,” he reiterates, this time not stammering, “There was an error in the cash register, especially with the data that was given. Your card was overcharged.”
“Huh?”
“We entered the wrong bill, sir, that’s our fault, and the machine was none the wiser. We accidentally charged your card $30,000 including the deposit for the reception. That’s the total bill of the venue.”
My eyes widen to the size of saucers upon hearing that, “Thirty thousand dollars?!”
“Yes sir, once again, we profusely apologize. If you can just wait for a moment, we can rectify the mistake.”
“Yeah, sure,” I mutter, feeling like an idiot for not noticing this earlier, “But I’m not coming in there. I trust you to do whatever it takes to fix it.”
“Yes, sir. Again, thank you for your understanding, I will be back in a moment!”
With that, the waiter ran into the restaurant, only for another guest to slip out.
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
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