Chapter Two: That Reoccuring Preminition

After school Mark was up in his room lying on his bed. He was throwing a rubber ball against the wall, catching it with the other hand, then throwing it back with the other.

Sometimes he did this to help him think and other times he did it to relieve stress. Periodically Mark would pick up his notebook lying next to him, the one that Jeanie had written on earlier, and he studied her handwriting.

Mark wanted to call her right now. But Monday after school was a long time from the Saturday she told him to call, and he continuously talked himself out of it.
Mark would periodically keep checking to make sure her signature and number were still on his notebook thou, and not an illusion that would fade away and disappear like a mirage after so much time in-between glances.
Mark had already rewritten Jeanie’s number on a post-it, and put that on his cork-board, in-case anything happened to his notebook. Then Mark wrote down her name and number a third time and hid that piece of paper and stored that in a shoe box on top of his closet.
Mark constantly needed to prove to himself that everything that happened earlier wasn’t a dream, and that Jeanie was real, and he had her handwriting to prove it. Everything about Jeanie was sexy, even her signature, light, soft, and feminine.
He was still thinking about the images he saw about Jeanie, and he desperately wanted to know if any of it was true?
He closed his eyes and started rubbing them again to try to remember the flood of images that were pouring in. After Mark started to see enough of them, the images like pictures from a camera, or a single video frame from a filmstrip, and would start to formulate a story, like pieces of a puzzle that eventually completed a picture.
Now the images were repeating themselves again. Marks first impression(s) had been that Jeanie had involved herself with something taboo.
She was in a cult. No, she was a student of the occult. Wicca, she practiced witchcraft. Jeanie had belonged to a school, no a coven. She had a natural talent for Wicca. But something had happened. She was a novice, a very gifted student, but inexperienced and undisciplined.
Pain.
Regret.
Reckless.
Jeanie was “expelled” from the coven because as a student she practiced on her own, outside of any supervision, which was both dangerous and forbidden.
Suddenly Mark wondered it this tied in with her move, was this the real reason for her relocation. Was she banished?
No.
Jealousy.
Rivalry.
Suffering.
Wicca was a religion, witchcraft were rituals. Every religion had rules, but the rules of Wicca were stricter than most. And Jeanie had disobeyed theirs.
But why?
Pop, Pop, Pop!!!
More Images went off like flashbulbs in his head.
Sex
Love
Desire
There was an older student in her other school named Joe…John…Josh.
His name was Josh, and Jeanie became instantly infatuated. Josh was her first crush. He was older than Jeanie, but because of her intelligence Jeanie was mentally, if not emotionally, his equal.
The two of them even shared some of the same classes, Jeanie had advanced a grade, actually (two), because of how smart she was. But Josh never seemed to notice her, Jeanie was very attractive, but in a girlish way.
She was cute, not sexy, like a woman. Jeanie did not know why Josh was not interested in her. It was because she still looked “under-developed,” more like a child than a woman. And Josh was a breast-man.
Pop, Pop, Pop!!!
One-day Jeanie overheard Josh talking to one of his friends, he said that he needed to go to the Mall this weekend to buy some new shoes. Jeanie made plans to arrive at the mall first, so that she could “accidentally” run into him.
He didn’t say what time he was going to be there exactly, so Jeanie was going to get there when the Mall opened and wait for him all day if necessary. When she finally saw Josh walk in, Jeanie walked over and made up an excuse to talk to him.
Josh smiled, flirted, complimented her, and even laughed at her jokes, Jeanie was sure that Josh was going to ask her out.
But then just like a heart-breaking scene from a romantic comedy, a very well-endowed female walked past them, and this girl’s timing could not have been worse for Jeanie.
Like an electric magnet that had suddenly switched polarities, Josh’s attention immediately switched from Jeanie to the other girl in an instant.
Jeanie looked to see what suddenly captivated Josh’s attention and that’s when she saw the rival female. She was vaguely aware that she had seen this girl before, her name was Brenda, and she was also in the same class that she and Josh shared.
Suddenly, Josh made up some horrible, transparent excuse to leave so that he could catch up with the other girl before she got away. Jeanie had been outclassed, simple as that. Game, Set, and Match.
Josh’s reaction was so abrupt that it would have been comical under different circumstances, but the shock of his sudden abandonment was devastating, and the humiliation she felt in his absence was monumental.
Jeanie couldn’t even move at first, her body frozen; her mind refusing to accept what had just happened.
He’s gone???
He left me for Brenda?
Brenda!!!
Yes, she was an older, mature, and more endowed, but certainly not prettier???
She looked like a whore with all that make-up on her face!!!
And Josh left her for Brenda right in the middle of the mall where everybody could see her humiliation. She might as well have been the lead actress in a tragedy instead of a comedy because that’s how she felt.
Her face suddenly turned red from embarrassment.

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