Chapter 13: Tale of Two Kittens
It was about three months into the new school year; Mark and Jeanie only had two classes together and English was one of them. Jeanie told Mark to go to class ahead of her, so she could check her tampon to see if she had started her period yet. She wasn’t late, but she was starting to get cramps.
Mark walked into class, and took his seat, suddenly a very familiar female from Mark’s past immediately sat down next to him, Buxom Blond Tiffany Tyler!!!
Jeanie and Mark both had Tiffany as a classmate in the past as individuals, but never together. One glace at Tiffany, and Mark knew trouble would soon follow.
“Hi, Mark, Tiffany purred, May I talk to you for a moment, she asked, sitting down in Jeanie’s desk without waiting for an answer?”
“Tiffany, that’s not a good idea, Jeanie’s going to be here in a minute-
“Can’t I just keep you company until she does, Tiffany pleaded,”
“No, Tiffany, Mark warned, if Jeanie sees me talking to you, she’s going to lose it. I don’t want any drama, I have enough problems.”
Tiffany’s timing could not have been worse, neither girl like the other. Jeanie had a grudge against Tiffany from day one, first she had a sexual history with her boyfriend, second she was a very mean-spirited, and shallow person who always wore a smile, and three, she had no respect for other people’s relationship boundaries.
Now Jeanie was into female unity, respect, and mutual supportability, but Tiffany would always be the exception.
She gave all women a bad name.
Jeanie was usually more tolerate of female offensives, than male offensives, and she usually gave other women more leeway, but not Tiffany.
Speaking of boundaries, Jeanie needed her space, and no one could intrude on them, not even Mark. There were some days during her menstruation, when she was in so much pain, and got so mean that she refused to even see him. Namely because she did not want to take it out on him, but also so he didn’t see her at her worst. When Mark and Jeanie had first started dating he was unfamiliar with females and their periods, so he did not realize how serious Jeanie’s mood swings could be. Especially when it came to her breasts.
Mark loved pushing Jeanie’s boundaries by grabbing Jeanie’s ass, and squeezing her large breasts, even when he knew she didn’t want him too. When they first started dating, Jeanie was not comfortable with him taking liberties with her as much as he did but on her period, it was intolerable.
One period soon after they started dating as a couple, she begged him not to touch her, and he callously had her in tears. She warned him again, and again until she lost it. Now Mark had seen Jeanie angry many times, but he had never seen her “lose it.”
Finally, when he had grabbed her one time too many, she slapped his face with her hand faster than a flash of lightening.
She didn’t even mean to slap him, she just reacted without thinking, and then suddenly Jeanie felt like somebody else. Another woman,
Not Jeanie or Star.
Mark stood there shocked, she hit him!!!
If he had even a notion, he would have blocked and maybe done something macho-chauvinistic like slap her back, and the blame it on the heat of the moment. Not hard enough to hurt her, but just enough to put her in her place.
Even more disturbing than the speed but the sting of the slap itself, it felt like a wasp had stung him. For a moment, Mark couldn’t even move, he just stood there with him mouth hung open.
He just starred at her numbly, shamed and awed. He never had a chance to recover, she glared at him with a look of malice that he had never seen in her eyes before. Both Hatred and Insanity.
She looked like she didn’t even recognize him. Jeanie had changed into somebody else right before his eyes, she raised her arms like a scarecrow, and in a murderous tone she threatened, “You want to play, little boy?”
It seemed to Mark her green eyes had turned yellow.
But it was her voice that chilled Mark to the bone. But before he could even shake his head, as fast as she had slapped him, she turned to leave and was gone.
She didn’t even pause as she grabbed her things to run home without ever looking back. He heard her crying, but he didn’t try to stop her, he was terrified.
All week-end he replayed the events that had led up to the showdown, he wanted to call her, but he didn’t know what to say. It was like that first day after school before his mom called him down. Secretly he waited most of the day in his bedroom hoping that his mom would call him down again like she had before. But Jeanie had made no effort to call him either, Was she still mad?
Had they broken up???
Mark didn’t know.
That Monday they shared a class together, but he got their early, he was hoping to get there before her, because he wanted to apologize before class started and then he stared out the window near his desk waiting to catch a glimpse of her as she walked by outside, so he could prepare himself, and think about what he was going to say. He still hadn’t decided, and then he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw her reflection was in the window, and he quickly turned around, Jeanie was suddenly standing behind him. They just looked at each other. He hadn’t heard her come in.
How did he miss her?
He didn’t have his eyes closed very long, it’s like she appeared!!!
Then he started crying, “I’m sorry…”
“but before he could even explain or apologize, Jeanie was in his arms crying hysterically, “I’m sorry, Mark,”
“No, it was my fault he replied instantly, trying to comfort her.”
“No, I had no right to hit you, she said.”
“I want you to slap me, she said?”
“What, he asked confused?”
“I want you to hit me back, she repeated.”
“No, I had to no right to hurt you the way I did, I didn’t respect you, it was all my fault, I should have listened to you, he replied.”
“I didn’t mean to hit you, it just happened before I could stop myself, she sobbed, you kept hurting me…”
She wiped his tears.
“I’m sorry too, he said again.”
“I don’t know what happened, I just reacted, she said.”
“I wanted to call you all week-end, but I thought you were still mad, he said.”
“No, I wasn’t mad, I was crying in my bedroom, wishing you would call, she said.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t, I should have, I didn’t know what to say…. he said.”
“Please tell me you can forgive me she said.”
“Jeanie I’m the one who should be begging you to forgive, and not the other way around Mark replied.”
She shook her head.
“Are you still sore, he asked?”
“You mean my breasts, she whispered?”
“Yes, he whispered back?”
“I started my period, now there worse than ever.”
“Mark let her go because he thought the hug was hurting her.”
“I promise you that I will respect your body from now on, he replied, I had no idea.”
“Please, don’t stop loving me, I don’t care what you do to me, she begged.”
Never, he said laughing, trying to convince her that it was no big deal, but Mark never touched her breasts again, not without asking her first, whether she was on her period or not.”
This was the first time Mark caught Jeanie unstable, and that was when he thought for the first time there might really be something wrong with her, he tried to dismiss it because it had only happened that once, and it was under the worst of circumstances. But it haunted him forever.
Sometimes Mark felt like the mortal Steve Trevor, boyfriend of the Super Hero “Wonder Woman,” but unlike Steve, Mark never dealt with “Wonder Woman” on her period.
“Trouble in Paradise Mark, Tiffany asked.”
“No, and I don’t want any either, Mark replied.”
“Why do you tolerate her Mark, Tiffany said in a loud voice so that everyone could hear her.”
“Tolerate, Mark repeated?”
“Yes, tolerate that horrible creature, Tiffany pouted?”
“I don’t tolerate her, I love her, Mark said.”
“She is so weird; you’ve been hanging around her so long that you’re not even the same person anymore, Tiffany observed.”
“I’m am the same, Mark said, motioning her to quiet down.”
“Oh, no you’re not, Tiffany protested even louder, not since that little witch has dug her claws into you, you’re not.”
The rest of the class started to become quiet as the two of them were quickly becoming the center of attention.
“Please don’t call her names, Mark asked, she never did anything to you Tiffany.”
“I’m not doing anything except trying to bring you to your senses, Mark Winters, Tiffany protested, sometimes she put the wrong emphasis on her words and it reminded Mark of a bad Scarlet O’Hara performance.”
“Your wrong about Jeanie, she’s a good person, if anything she’s done nothing but help me, my grades are much better because of her.”
“Grades, whose cares about grades, as far as I’m concerned, she programmed you like some kind of-robot, Tiffany scoffed.”
“I just grew up Tiffany, Mark said trying to defend her honor.”
“Made a man out of you, did she, Tiffany asked?”
“I’m not doing this Tiffany, please just go, Mark asked her directly, trying not to be rude.”
“She makes my skin crawl Mark, how long does it take you to wash her scent off you after you’re done, Tiffany asked mischievously?”
Mark just shook his head looking away disgusted, he didn’t want to even look at her now. She was looking for a fight, maybe she was on her period too.
“Do you have to use tomato juice to bathe in, like after when of those farm rodents “spray” you, Tiffany asked him, with a straight face.
“Jeanie has never said a bad word about you, or anybody else, Mark replied, and believe me she’s had plenty of reason too, why do you insist on starting trouble, Tiffany.”
“I am not starting anything, Tiffany pouted, people are talking Mark, I’m not the only one whose noticed, Tiffany replied.”
“Our relationship is none of their business, or yours either Tiffany, turning red and starting to get upset.”
“I’m making it my business, Tiffany snipped, pointed her finger at him, warning him not to interrupt her again, because she was just getting started.”
“Mark, I have known you since kindergartner, and even then, you told me that I was the prettiest girl in the entire school, or have you forgotten, Tiffany asked?”
“And you were… until I met Jeanie-
And when Mark said her name, Jeanie suddenly appeared thru the doorway like a magician’s assistant out of empty box, and when Jeanie saw Tiffany sitting in her seat, and next to her boyfriend, her smile instantly dropped.
Mark had his back to the doorway but when he saw Tiffany’s eyes widen, he knew Jeanie had entered, and he turned away from Tiffany and straightened up in his desk as if coming to attention.
Eyes front and center soldier. Do not pretend that you weren’t speaking to your girlfriend’s arch-enemy, and do not pretend that this girl also has big titties, and most certainly do not pretend that when Jeanie is giving you oral-sex, you sometimes think of Tiffany instead.
Sometimes when Tiffany bent over in front of him, he thought of fucking her as well. Tiffany started to get up in a hurry as if caught by surprise but then stopped herself.
I’m not doing anything wrong, and I certainly have nothing to be afraid of.
As Jeanie walked across the room the volume in the room decreased until you could have heard a pin drop. Then Jeanie carelessly tossed her purse into Mark’s lap, as if claiming possession before she addressed Tiffany. Hold this for me, won’t you dear. I won’t be a moment.
Mark felt the leather bag fall into his lap and he yelped from the surprise of the gesture; not from the weight.
“Speak of the Devil, Tiffany smiled sweetly at Jeanie.”
The entire class murmured, it was about to get real!!!
Jeanie sat down on the edge of Mark’s desk, in-between him and Tiffany, and when she did the weight shifted to that side of the desk, so
Mark had to lean to the other end to counterbalance.
Jeanie became a shield between Mark and Tiffany as she waited patiently for Tiffany to leave.
“Hi Tiffany, can I have my boyfriend back, Jeanie said trying to embarrass her?”
“Yes you may, I was just saying “Hello” to the boy, Tiffany smiled, no reason to make a scene just because you’re so threatened, Tiffany replied.”
“I’m not threatened, Jeanie returned.”
“Well you shouldn’t be, you have this boy so well trained, that he practically told me he couldn’t even speak to me, without asking your permission first, Tiffany mocked, insulting the both.”
“Well he doesn’t have it, so you can go, Jeanie warned.”
“Jeanie, you have never even tried to befriend me, no-matter how many times I reached out to you, and I don’t know why, so I thought I would ask Mark myself why myself, Tiffany said playing the bubble-headed blonde?”
“Befriend, how about some friendly advice Jeanie’s tone got more aggressive?”
Tiffany knew where this was going, so she immediately changed the subject, “I don’t know how a girl who looks as sweet as you, can be so mean Tiffany stated.”
Jeanie was trying to keep her composure.
“I just thought it would be nice if the two of us could talk outside of this horribly oppressive, male chauvinistic environment; you know how men love to play two girls against each other as if we were a couple of fools. I think if we really had the chance to talk. Just the two of us, we could be friends.”
“Friends, Jeanie laughed, this was comical???”
“You probably don’t have any real girlfriends, do you, Tiffany said.
“Poor thing, you know to girls who can teach you how to shop, gossip, buy clothes that fit, apply the right make-up, and really trust to share all their problems with.”
“I don’t have any secrets, Jeanie replied.”
“That’s not what I hear, Tiffany said smiling.”
“None that I want to share with you, Jeanie returned.”
“For your information, when all the other girls tell me how weird and nasty you are, I am the only one who comes to your defense-
“Don’t bother Tiffany, Jeanie interrupted, I won’t return the favor.”
Tiffany paused for a moment and then continued undeterred, smiling and disciplined, but Jeanie was starting to get to her, and as an adversary that was a huge compliment.
“-but I tell them, don’t you say another disparaging word about that little Jeanie, it’s just her natural temperament, and she just can’t help herself.
Tiffany put her hand to her face as if gesturing to let Jeanie in on a little secret, “I know this because my step momma is a redhead too, so I’m used to how you “people” are so overly sensitive, and why others would be so “misunderstanding,” or having some “confusion about you, and your temperament, Tiffany smiled sweetly.”
“There’s no confusion about you thou, is there Tiffany, Jeanie asked
“Why whatever do you mean sweetie, Tiffany giggled.”
“You’re so shallow and pathetic, you can’t even make your laugh sound believable, your personality is as cheap and fake as the color you use to dye your hair, and as sloppy, Jeanie replied.”
The atmosphere has become increasing tense and quiet, except for the occasional jeer to egg on one of the two girls, now the air felt electric.
“Well, I’m not the one who fell off her flying broom the first day of school, only to land safely on the matrices of Mark’s bedroom, Tiffany shot back.”
Jeanie could not believe what Tiffany had just said, called a slut by a girl who was known as one!!!
Jeanie was still in shock when she responded,
“What did you say bitch???”
Jeanie had her arms crossed covering her breasts, but she uncrossed them because she knew exactly what Tiffany meant. And when she did Tiffany looked at Jeanie’s exposed cleavage, covered but still prominently displayed. She commented.
“Phony, fake, you have your nerve using those words, just look at yourself, you little freak, it’s no surprise you got kicked out of your last school for getting those illegal, disgusting implants, and sleeping with the Highschool Principal, and shrink, of your last school, Tiffany spat.”
Jeanie had been sitting on the edge of Marks desk but after her last remark Jeanie jumped up and slapped Tiffany in the face as hard as she could, and when she did the sudden shift in weight caught Mark off guard and the desk tipped over as a result. Instantly the two women tried to pull the other to the ground by yanking on each other’s hair, Mark’s wrist got pinned underneath the desk as he tried to break his fall, and then suddenly he heard his wrist snap. It sounded like a crisp celery stalk that was broken in half.
Then he felt the pain. Still he saw the white stars first. Lightening before the thunder, he saw the white stars, if you could describe them as stars. It hurt so bad Mark thought he had been stuck by lightening.
The entire class was laughing and cheering the girls on, as they were fighting, telling them to rip each other’s clothes off, but nobody tried to break them up or help Mark up from his desk.
Mark himself was desperately trying to get up despite the stabs of pain, and he desperately wished he could have passed out except for the fact that Jeanie needed him, she was in trouble.
The two girls were on their knees now, with both hands entwined within the others hair, screaming and cursing each other and that’s when the English teacher Mr. Bryce walked in to see the two girls fighting in front of his desk, and he immediately rushed in-between them to break it up.
Mark saw Mr. Bryce having trouble, and when he finally managed to get up using his other arm, he ran over to him separate the girls.
Mr. Bryce had Tiffany, and Mark had Jeanie and both men seemed to be on opposite sides of a tug-of-war.
Each man told his girl to let go of the other. Even thou they both repeated their demands, neither girl would.
“Let me go, you greasy whore, Tiffany screamed pulling her hair.”
Jeanie tried slapping her again.
“That’s enough girls, Mr. Bryce interrupted in a louder, angrier, and more authoritative voice, only when the English teacher grabbed each of the girl’s hands and tried to loosen the grips they had on each, was he able to separate the girls, and when he did they both immediately started kicking at each other.
The entire class laughed and cheered. By the time the girls were out of “kicking” range, all four of them were out of breath, and the rest of the class started booing and hissing, because it was over.
“What’s going on here, Mr. Bryce demanded?”
“She’s crazy is what, Tiffany started to explain.”
“Tiffany’s a slut, and taking right after her mama, Jeanie spat.”
The entire class gasped, Mark had to wrestle his way in front of Jeanie to block her view of Tiffany, and whispered very intensely to her,
“Jeanie, you can’t say that, not in front of a teacher like Mr. Bryce, do you know how bad that sounds, Mark asked her.”
“I don’t care, it’s the truth, everybody knows it, Jeanie continued.”
“You have to calm down, the fight is over, Mark replied.”
“That whore doesn’t have enough sense to keep her hands off another woman’s man, (Imitating Tiffany), “Why she’s just taking after her mama is all, with her sinful ways and what-not, and that’s the real reason why her daddy divorced her, Jeanie said, still struggling against Mark.”
The entire class laughed and whistled. Her imitation was spot-on.
“Jeanie, when the desk tipped over, it fell on my wrist, Mark tried to explain, he was winded, I think it’s broken, you’re making it worse.”
Mark was hurt!!!
Jeanie immediately stopped struggling, and looked at him, she saw him for the first time, he had tears streaming down his face, and the pupils were wide. His hand was twitching uncontrollable, he had the pained look of a dying animal who wanted to be put out of its misery.
Jeanie was horrified.
“Mark, take Jeanie down to the office, you need to escort her to the Principles office to explain what happened here, since I wasn’t here to see it and when you’re done, you have him call Tiffany down, I’m sending both you girls down, but separately, Mr. Bryce ordered.”
Mark tried to defend Jeanie one last time, “Mr. Bryce, Tiffany started it- The rest of the class rushed to Tiffany’s defense.
“No, that’s bullshit!!!”
“Jeanie hit her first.”
“Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, both male and female students chanted in unison.”
Assorted curse words were also thrown in.
It was unclear to Pete Bryce, English teacher for almost thirty years, whether the class was favoring Tiffany over Jeanie, like a popularity contest, to sway his judgement against Mark’s testimony, but he had never had a problem with Jeanie in the past, and he had sent Tiffany down to the Principal office at least once every year he had her.
“I don’t know who started it, because I wasn’t here to see it, now it’s up to the principal to sort this out, after he calls your parents, Mr. Bryce clarified. I will not tolerate any fighting in my classroom. Now please go Mark, I want the both of you out of here.”
We were kicked out of Paradise, Jeanie’s words suddenly echoed in Marks head.
Jeanie had pulled her hair back into a pony-tail, as a quick fix, and that’s when Jeanie noticed that her shirt was ripped, along wither her tank top underneath it, Tiffany had done that on purpose. Now the tear not only revealed her cleavage but her shiny bra underneath as well. She had on a Jean jacket but that was meant to be more of an accessory, it didn’t even button in the front.
When Jeanie realized, her partial nakedness, she crossed her arms to cover herself and turned away from the class, Mark saw Jeanie instantly turn red from embarrassment; she speckled with tears.
Then he slid off his own jacket and offered it to Jeanie so that she could cover herself with it.
When Jeanie who had her eyes closed, felt the touch of his jacket on her she immediately slid it on with her back to the class, and buttoned it to the top. The class started cat-calling and jeering as she did so.
Mr. Bryce told them to shut up loudly.
Psychically the fight might have been a draw, but as far as Jeanie being publicly humiliated, Tiffany had scored a knock-out. Jeanie felt like Mark’s injury was her fault. Mark’s wrist was broken because of her and that hurt Jeanie far more than anything Tiffany could have said or done.
Mark grabbed her backpack and then his own, both with one hand, and then walked over to Jeanie to escort her out by offering her his elbow, the one with the broken wrist, “C’mon Jeanie we have to go, Mark said, while Jeanie stood there silently trying not to cry after she took his arm. Mr. Bryce made sure to stand in-between the two girls as Mark and Jeanie approached Tiffany to pass. He did not know Mark had broken his wrist.
Tiffany, forever the drama queen, hid behind Mr. Bryce as they passed, pretending to be in need of protection from the crazy, red-headed, psycho bitch, who had a lying mouth, nasty temper, and bad skin.
And all because she was horribly jealous of the pride of New Baltimore Heights, and had been ever since being expelled from her last school.
And for what?
Because she couldn’t satisfy her lying, cheating, no-good stinky-pants of a boyfriend who wouldn’t leave Tiffany alone.
Why did he even go out with her in the first place?
For dumping him so many years ago, in a pathetic attempt to make her jealous.
At the hospital, before the doctor came in to set Mark’s cast Jeanie was crying, and she begged Mark to forgive her and pleaded to let her do a healing ritual.
“No, baby, I don’t feel comfortable with that, he said.”
She respected his wishes, but it killed her to see him suffer.
“This isn’t your fault, Mark said.”
“I never meant for you to get hurt, Jeanie replied.”
“I know that, it was an accident, will you please stop apologizing now, Mark repeated.”
“Okay, Jeanie conceded, but she couldn’t stop crying, even when the doctor walked into the room.”
Mark just looked at her, and after a while he wondered who was in more pain.