Chapter 4
Games of Affection
Four Years Ago
Alex took a drink from the bottle, felt the burn go down his throat and into his stomach, then passed it to Scoth. Gerol, Sandy, and Ben sat in a circle on the floor of the living room of one of the numerous empty houses that was still in reasonably good condition, getting intoxicated as quickly as possible. Summer was here, and the heat was sweltering on this night. Thankfully, a light breeze blew through the broken windows of the house, bringing a small amount of relief from the heat.
Scoth took the bottle, then proceeded to swallow a couple of times. He made an unpleasant face and his eyes watered, but a moment later he held up a hand to indicate that he was fine, and took another swig. “Top that,” he said as he handed the bottle to Sandy.
The bottle was passed from one youth to another as they all took turns indulging in the liquor, which had been stolen from Gerol’s father. They weren’t too concerned about this since the old man was drunk so often that he would probably assume that he consumed it himself.
Sandy was the only girl in the group, though she could hold her liquor better than any one of them. “So,” she said coyly after everyone began feeling their alcohol, “I bet you guys have never kissed a girl.”
“What, are you offering?” Scoth asked with a wide grin.
Sandy shrugged. “I bet you don’t even know who you want to kiss, do you?”
An awkward age, it seemed wrong to talk about who they were interested in, but at the same time, equally wrong not to admit that they liked girls. Silence ensued.
“Well there has to be someone,” she insisted.
“Michele,” said Scoth quickly.
“Oh?” said Sandy, running her fingers through her dishwater blond hair. “What does Michele have that I don’t?”
Scoth cleared his throat and paused for a long moment. “Nothing….” He said awkwardly. “That is nothing against you. I wrote some poetry a while back and I showed it to her. She said she liked it, and then winked. I don’t know, there was something there in that moment that was really…”
“Nice?” said Sandy.
“Sure, we’ll call it nice,” said Scoth, although he was thinking of more specifically of extreme nervousness, coupled with an intense feeling of desire.
“Okay, how about you, Gerol?” Sandy asked.
Gerol, an overweight kid with a crew cut smirked. “Sandy, you know I love you. I always have, but for some reason you keep turning me away.”
Sandy smiled, “Gerol, you know that I’m out of your league. Maybe you should consider someone more attainable, like Angel.”
Gerol made a face. “That hurts, you know.”
“What about you, Ben?” Sandy asked.
Ben, a large framed boy with red hair grabbed his chin with his right hand and thought for a moment. “Does there have to be only one person? I mean there are plenty of girls that I’d like to kiss. At least plenty of ones who were, you know, born normal.”
“So name one,” Sandy said.
“I don’t know, it’s hard to narrow it down to just one. Besides, who’s to say that I haven’t already kissed a bunch of girls?”
“Sounds like you’re stalling,” Sandy said.
“Well, assuming that there is one in particular, how do I know that you won’t go tell her?”
“You don’t,” said Sandy, “but isn’t that part of the fun?”
Ben snorted. “Not really.”
“What do you have to lose?”
“She might not like me. So if you go and tell her, the whole thing’s over.””
“What thing?” Sandy asked. “She finds out, she tells you to take a hike, and you can go on to other people. It’s simple.”
“Ben’s just afraid of having his heart trampled,” said Gerol. “Poor guy, can’t say that I blame him, cruel woman.”
Sandy laughed, quickly grabbed Gerol’s head in her two hands, and planted a kiss on his lips. Gerol held her there, enjoying the moment as his mind worked furiously to keep up with what was happening, and released her. “See, maybe instead, something like that will happen,” Sandy said, as though she had gone through this display for Ben’s benefit alone.
With an illogical glimmer of hope, Ben said, “Kathy.”
“As in my friend Kathy?” Sandy asked. “My best friend Kathy? Oh, wait until she hears about this!”
“No, don’t tell!” Ben said.
“And what about you, Alex, you haven’t said a thing for a while.”
Alex shrugged.
“Come on, we know there’s someone you want,” said Sandy.
“No, really. I’m dedicated to my studies, so I don’t have time for girls,” Alex said.
“So you’re really saying you like boys?” Sandy smirked.
Alex cringed. “No, not my thing.”
“Then there has to be a girl you want to kiss,” insisted Sandy.
Alex shot Scoth a quick glance, which did not go unnoticed, but remained silent.
“Come on, you need a few more drinks,” Sandy said. She handed Alex the bottle, and he quickly consumed two more large mouthfuls. “So tell us,” she said.
As the alcohol washed down Alex’s throat, he felt light-headed for a moment. “Sorry, nothing to tell.”
“Scoth, you know something don’t you?” Sandy said.
“Me?” Scoth laughed. “You think he says anything meaningful to me? I think his old man kicked him in the head a few too many times.”
Alex wanted to blurt out how he felt, but this was not the time. At least, he didn’t think this was the time. His head was getting swimmy. Well, what would it hurt? “Alright,” he said slurring his words. “Okay, there is someone,” he said. “But you have to promise you won’t tell her,” Alex said.
Sandy smiled. “Promise. Who is she?”
Alex took another drink. “Mali,” he said.
“So what is it about her?” Sandy asked.
Alex shook his head. “It’s hard to explain. Her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the way she smells. She’s… perfect. Absolutely perfect. When I’m around her, she makes me feel like… I don’t know. I shouldn’t even be telling you this.”
“Sounds to me like you need to let her know how you feel,” Sandy said.
“No,” Alex stated.
“How do you know she doesn’t feel the same way about you?” Sandy asked.
“How could I know? When we talk, I keep tripping over my words. I feel like a rad-ox. How could she like a guy who does that?” Alex asked. Some part in the back of his mind was shouting that he had definitely said too much.
“Who knows,” Sandy said. She then reached out and grabbed Gerol’s hand. “So I know a spot where the two of us can go. Interested?”
It took little encouragement. Gerol stood up and followed Sandy out the door.
“Did that just happen?” Scoth asked as he watched the pair disappear.
“I’m too drunk to say, but it looked like it,” Alex asid.
Ben shook his head. “I don’t get it. What does Gerol have?”
“Persistence,” Alex muttered.
Ben stood up. “Hey, I can’t stay. I’m feeling pretty good, but I’ve got to help my dad with the shed tomorrow. He’s already starting to plan for winter, so that means I’ll be doing all the work.”
“See ya,” Scoth said as the larger buy exited the house.
“Man,” said Scoth, “I’m tired. I’m taking off too.”
“You don’t think she’ll tell Mali, do you?” Alex asked.
“Of course not. Sandy’s one of us. She wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Good,” said Alex. “Go on ahead, I’m going to have a few more drinks.”
“Take it easy,” Scoth said. He stood up and wandered slowly out the door. “You know,” said Scoth, “I don’t think I’ve seen her with any of the guys at school.”
“Go home already,” Alex said.
“Try to find your way home safe, and try not to sing as you wander through town this time,” Scoth said with a grin.
“That wasn’t me,” Alex insisted.
Scoth disappeared, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts. Why couldn’t he tell her? He wondered. He pondered this for several minutes. The fear of rejection was the most obvious reason. This was the girl of his dreams, a girl he was fairly certain would one day end up in the clutches of the Lord Mayor, which was why. Everyone was afraid to love her because of her beauty. But to feel her touch…
Alex climbed unsteadily to his feet and walked out of the house and began the long walk home under the starry sky above. He wasn’t concerned about his father finding him in this condition. The man was far more interested in himself to take note of what his son was doing.
As Alex began walking towards his house, he saw a figure in the distance. His vision was somewhat blurred, so he assumed it was one of the friends who had left him behind at the house. He continued ahead as the figure neared. He quickly realized that this was none of the people he was previously drinking with. Dressed in a pair of pants and a billowing white shirt, this was clearly a much more petite figure. In fact, he was familiar with her, the object of his desires.
“So, where are you going?” Mali asked.
Alex shrugged. “Home, I suppose.”
“You smell like alcohol. Have you been drinking?”
“I might have had a drink or two,” Alex admitted. “What are you doing out here tonight?”
Mali sighed, “My house is hot, and I haven’t been able to sleep,” she replied.
“Did you… talk to anyone tonight?” Alex asked.
“Anyone? Like my mother, or my younger brother?”
Alex shrugged.
“Or do you mean Sandy and Gerol?” Mali said with a charming grin.
Alex’s stomach leapt. She knew! “Uh…” he started.
“Because they stopped by outside my window a few minutes ago, and they had some interesting things to tell me,” she said.
“I’m not sure…”
“I know!” said Mali. “I was never sure how you felt, so I could never tell you.”
Alex looked at her, nervous and confused. “Tell me what?”
“I can see the way you look at me when I walk by. You’re always such a cruel bastard to the other girls, but you’ve always been a gentleman to me,” Mali said. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve thought that you like me. Tell me I’m wrong.”
The alcohol induced stupor seemed to fade and Alex suddenly had the presence of mind to realize that this conversation was actually taking place now, just as he had always imagined it would, and this was not a dream. “Yes,” he said simply. “Yes. I dream about you. I want to hold you, and protect you, and feel you.”
“The wait is over,” Mali said as she stepped closer to him. “I’ve also dreamed of you.”
He leaned in and their lips connected. Alex felt a jolt of energy pass throughout his body. He pulled her close to him, and kissed her more intensely. “So,” he said, “want to go somewhere and make out?”
Mali flashed him that charming smile that he adored. “Only if you promise that you’ll still respect me in the morning,” she said with a wink.
They returned to the old house where Alex and his friends had been drinking. They learned much about one another that night, and a bond began to form. It was something that would grow and become deep and overpowering over the course of the next year.
It would be perfection. Until the day the Lord Mayor would come to the graduating class to see if he was interested in taking any of the girls for himself.