Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Laurie and Sally stood in the school courtyard the following morning. Sally pointed. Look, there's Jake. He looks fine today. Lori felt flushed as she watched him walk across the grass. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a dark green sweater which made his blond, longish hair look like gold in the morning sunlight. Wow. She said, breathing out. He sure is a good kisser. Laurie commented in waiting for Sally's reaction. What? When did this happen? Sally asked. Laurie giggled in the maze. He grabbed me with those strong arms and kissed me. He said he couldn't stop himself. Sally's eyes opened wide. Oh my gosh. This is better than those romance novels, she squill. Sally found herself with one hand. He couldn't stop himself. His burning desire was unleashed. His passion was uncontrollable. Lori shudder. A warning like. Be quiet. Here he comes. Good morning, ladies. Jake said he proudly showed them the fliers for the spring factory, which he had had printed on bright orange paper. Wow. Great. I can't wait to start handing them out, said Laurie. Jake gave each of the girls a stack and handed Sally the receipt. He wrote it the sleeves of his sweater. I was going to slip them in everybody's locker at lunch today. He pointed to the bottom corner of the flier where he'd added a little picture of his band. I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to get a little exposure. Sally raised her eyebrows, trying to imagine Jake kissing Laurie. You're quite the marketing man as well as an artist. Is there anything you don't do? Jake, wait. I don't do windows. Hey, I'll see you two later. The girls giggled to themselves as Jake walked away. Laurie looked curiously at Sally. So do you think he's boyfriend material? She asked. Sally lowered her eyes with an annoyed look on her face as if I already have a boyfriend. I meant for me, asshole. Laurie laughed. Sally nudged her playfully. Sure, why not? He's cute, and he can't seem to keep his hot lips off of you. Laurie looked at her stack and flowers, ignoring Sally's immature teasing. Shall we? We still got 15 minutes before first period. The two girls stood in front of the main entrance, passing out the orange papers. Students eagerly grabbed them up as they poured into the building. Laurie pointed. Here comes trouble. Marcia Miller, dressed in an expensive black dress, pushed her way through the courtyard toward Sally and Laurie with three of her friends. Martius near grabbing a flier from Sally, causing her to drop the entire stack. Marcia growled. So you're the one having the losers only party. I should have known. We'll just see where Matt Wein's up, won't we? Sally laughed in her face. What's the matter, Marcia? Afraid no one will show up at your party now. The whole school will be at City Hall, including Matt. In your dreams, you dweeb. Marcia spat out two football players start to help Sally pick up her scattered flowers. One of them looked at Marcia. Hey, thanks for the invitation, Marcia. But we can't make it. Maybe we'll catch you later at the Scream Factory. Everyone's talking about the loud band that's playing. I've heard they're really good. Enraged Marsha pushed her way past Salleh, almost knocking her over. Marsha tossed her hair over her shoulder and shot an evil glare at her rival. Lori giggled success as the best revenge. Sally continued handing fliers to students as they walked past her. Yeah, I had no no idea it would be such a big hit. But how did word get around so fast? Lori pointed to the student parking lot where orange papers dotted most of the car windshields. They laughed together, Jake. At lunch, Sally went off campus with Matt to grab a burger. Lori come the cafeteria and halls until she finally caught up with Jake, who was posting a flier on the school notice board. He turned around and she called his name. Hey, Jake. Jake grinned at her as he stepped back to look at the flier on the board. Hey, Laurie, how's it going? She stared at him for a moment. He changed somehow. She thought she smiled, ignoring the uneasy feeling. The response to our party is going great. I've had people coming up to me all day letting me know they'll be there. Jake stepped his hands in his pockets. Yeah, I know. I feel like some kind of celebrity all of a sudden. People I don't even know, which is almost everybody are talking to me now and asking me about my band. I don't feel invisible anymore. You know, two cheerleaders walked past Jake and smiled. The tall brunet shook her pompoms at him playfully. Hi, Jake. They call. His face reddened as they passed by. You see what I mean? This is amazing. Thanks a lot, Laurie, for everything. Laurie fluffed her hair when he wasn't looking. She wondered if he would move on to greener pastures now that the whole school, especially the girls, were noticing him. You're welcome. But I really didn't do anything. Jake put his hands on her shoulders and stared at her intensely. You've done everything. You saw something in me when everyone else just passed me by, didn't you? His gaze was hypnotic. Yes, she admitted. I just never had the nerve to say anything. Jake leaned close to her face and whispered. I've been watching you for a long time. But I never could bring myself to talk to you. I figured a beautiful girl like you would just laugh at me. Or worse, you make me happy. Laurie. As a part of his lips to kiss her, two freshman boys walked up to them, both wearing black band t shirts and jeans. Look, it's Jake. One of them, Westford, the one with glasses, said, hey, man, heard your band's pretty cool. We'll see your Halloween. Jake and Lori laugh as they walk down the hall, slapping fliers in the more lockers.

Sally hopped out of mats jeep, stuffing the last bout of hamburger into her mouth. I've got to stop by my locker before class. I'll meet you after school. She called, still chewing. She blew in a little kiss. Sally ran to her locker and struggled to pry it open. She only had a minute to get to class. The flimsy locker door flew open. Sally screamed inside the lockers, said a huge jack o' lantern with the grotesquely carved face and a large butcher knife through its eye. The knife pinned to the pumpkin, one of the orange fliers which had the word revenge written across it in what appeared to be fresh blood taped over Matt's picture. There was a little note written in the same scratchy writing. Sally's hands trembled as she grabbed the note read.

You'll be the only one screaming at the screen factory. This Halloween will be your last. Sally left the locker open and ran to the bathroom, feeling as if she were going to be sick. She splash cold water on her face and looked up into the mirror. Her skin looked pale. She took a deep breath, rationally, deciding to report the incident to the principal. The bell rang and the halls were deserted. Sally walked quickly towards her locker. The metal door is still hanging open. She force yourself to glance at it as she walked by, a sinking feeling swept through her body. The locker was completely empty, except for her picture of Matt, which had been crumpled and thrown down on the floor. Panic set in flashes of the Haddonfield Halloween murder victims. The school pictures that were printed in the old newspaper articles all appear in her mind. The jack o' lantern was the trademark of Michael Myers. They never found his body and it was almost Halloween. Am I going insane? She thought the horrible prank. Still fresh in her mind. A prank. It's just a stupid prank. She tried to convince herself, but not doing a very good job of it. In history class, Sally stared at the blackboard. Unable to concentrate. She tutor nails a habit she'd broken nearly a year ago. Sally briefly filled Laurieann on the disturbing Locher incident and suggested that maybe they call the party off lower. He looked at her in disbelief, writes, Some idiot is just trying to scare you. I can't believe that you're letting this get to you. Trust me. Lori peered across the room and lowered her voice to a whisper. No one is out to get you except maybe her. She glanced at Marsha, who was writing something in her notebook. It hadn't occurred to Sally that Marcia might be behind this. Yeah, it all makes sense now. Marcia was certainly low enough to pull a childish stunt like that. The class bell rang.

Sally jumped out of her seat to catch up with Marcia. She tapped her on the shoulder. Hey, Marcia, I got you a little Halloween bouquet. You're really desperate, aren't you? Marcia jerked away from Sally. Her nostrils, Larry. Don't you ever touch me. You you disgusting little slut. I have no idea what you're talking about. Just leave me alone or you'll be hearing from my lawyer. You're lucky her. Sally laugh. Give me a break. I should be the one telling you to leave me alone. And I mean it. Stop the stupid pranks. I know you're the one who called me and I know you put the threat in my locker. So just back off. A small crowd was gathering around the girls. Someone yelled catfights. Sally felt her adrenaline pumping as Marcia Schefter hard in the chest. It's your little bitch, she sneered. The crowd had grown from five to 30 students within seconds. They cheered them on. Sally, blinded by rage, lost all control and raised her fist. Laurie grabbed Sally from behind just before she could take a swing and dragged her backward through the crowd. Sally, get a grip on yourself, please. Mahshid the red leather backpack over her shoulder and crawled out casually. See you later, losers. Sally's heart pounded as she watched Marcia glide away down the hall as if nothing had happened. The bloodthirsty crowd broke up as Lori waits her arms angrily and called out. Go on, you dorks. The show is over.

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