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Topic Started: Jul 3 2016, 06:36 PM (497 Views)
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Georgia Lee's phone sat on the table to the right of her book, black and ominous, but she avoided checking it again. Even thinking about it, she could feel a blush creeping across her cheeks. She didn't look up, either, not wanting to see all the people staring at her, wondering why she was sitting here by herself, or see the clock hanging over the kitchen door, letting her know just how late he was. It'd been twenty minutes the last time she checked, and at least another five minutes had passed since then. Georgia Lee kept her gaze fixed firmly on the complimentary breadsticks in the centre of the table in front of her.

The whole business had been her sister's idea, and Georgia Lee had listened in some fit of... what? Sororal affection? Loneliness? She'd justified it at the time as simply wanting to try things that she hadn't before, but increasingly it was seemingly like foolishness.

She'd put in so much effort, too. Every photo on her profile so carefully curated to not let someone she knew, seeing it, to figure out that it was her. It linked to a facebook profile, so she'd had to make a new one of those too, aged a year older, with a different name and a different school listed. The last thing Georgia Lee wanted was anyone she knew finding out about this. She'd chosen the restaurant to that end too: one on the opposite side of Kingman to Cochise, just to minimise the chances of running into someone she knew even further, and she'd specifically scheduled it on this, the night of the Sadie Hawkins dance, just to make extra sure.

The boy was chosen with discretion in mind, as well. There were other factors too, to be sure. He was cute without being pretty, older without being too old, with a good job and kind of an old world-y charm going on, but perhaps the most important thing was that he wasn't from Kingman. He wasn't anyone's brother, wasn't anyone's friend. She could do whatever she wanted with him - not that she'd do that, of course - without worrying about gossip or rumours.

Everything had been planned to the millisecond. Even the dress had taken hours of her time. It'd been her sister's, and while Georgia Lee didn't have her bust or her legs, she did have a sewing machine, so she'd happily altered it, thinking of just how amazing she'd look when it was finished and fitting, how adult. She'd been so pleased when it was done, too, so excited to wear it, and she felt actually pretty with it on. She'd been nervous, sure, but she'd been happy.

And yet, here she was, sitting by herself in a restaurant.

Her resolve broke and she checked tinder again. No messages. Georgia Lee felt her face grow hot and looked quickly toward the wall, not wanting the waitstaff to see her in like this. The waitress came by, asking if Georgia Lee was ready to order, but she sent her away with a wave of her hand, not trusting herself to talk.

She took off the red headband that her date was meant to recognize her by and stuffed it into her pocket, snapping it in half at the centre in the process.

Well, that was perfect.
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Georgia Lee put the back of her hand to her mouth and pretended to chew, raising her other hand in apology. She waited until her heart had slowed down and she could trust her voice not to crack, and then gave the girl her attention.

"No, not busy. Feel free to, ahh..." she gestured towards the seat opposite her, and began to clear her things off of the table, stuffing them into the bag on the bench next to her. She spared a glance at her phone as she put it away. The space where a message received LED would flash remained stubbornly dark, but the eyes that reflected back at her were clear, and her mascara was still in place. That, at least, was something. Georgia Lee looked back up at the girl.

She was dressed up. Was she here under similar circumstances to Georgia Lee? Had she been sitting here, by herself too, watching Georgia Lee being stood up? No, breathe, calm. Georgia Lee had scanned the room, what? A dozen times? The girl's name wasn't coming to mind, but her face was certainly familiar. There was no way Georgia Lee wouldn't have noticed her.

What did she want? There wasn't malice on her face, which is what Georgia Lee would have expected had she come over here to mock her. Nor was there pity, which would have been worse. She looked... nervous, perhaps? Intimidated? It was better by far, Georgia Lee reasoned, to be fearsome than pathetic, but the girl looked like she was getting ready to bolt at the drop of a hat, and really that was too much.

It wasn't that Georgia Lee wanted to talk to her, really. Having to sit through some awkward, stilted conversation with someone from school was far from the top of her list, in terms of how she'd wanted to spend this night. Still, it was higher on said list than having said classmate see her sitting by herself, being pathetic. Georgia Lee had, she decided, had entirely enough of sitting by herself being pathetic.

"Please, sit!" She raised a napkin to her mouth as if to dab at crumbs and wiped her nose in a manner that she hoped was covert.

"I like your dress."

Georgia Lee chanced a smile.
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Georgia Lee smiled at the compliment, genuinely pleased by it. And why shouldn't she be? She'd worked hard on this dress. At least someone thought she looked good in it.

She had, Georgia Lee realized, missed the point at which she should have introduced herself. She waited for the other girl to do the honours, but she seemed content just to talk. Did they know each other? No, Georgia Lee was almost certain there'd never been introduced. Perhaps she just assumed Georgia Lee would know her. Was she a cheerleader or something? On the student council? Perhaps she'd been on the news for rescuing dogs, or eating hundreds of hotdogs, or having intercourse with a celebrity. Georgia Lee scoured the depths of her brain for anything, anything that might give her a clue as to who this girl was, and came up with nothing.

Well, it was better late than never, Georgia Lee supposed. She cut off the girl's awkward, stumbling attempts at small talk.

"Yeah, sure, I've been doing well. Sorry, I'm Georgia Lee, by the way. Georgia Lee Day. I realized I completely forgot to introduce myself. Terribly rude of me, I know."

Georgia Lee winced internally at that last comment. Had she implied that her companion was also rude, for not introducing herself in turn? But no, the girl sitting opposite her looked, if anything, more relaxed, more at ease. She seemed more confident, more alive even. Georgia Lee was proud of herself. Who knew it would be so easy to draw someone out? She wasn't in the habit of getting meals with her peers, really. It had always seemed like a waste of time and money, when she cook something for half the price in probably half the time, and not have to sit through stifling attempts at conversation and heavy-handed flirtation. This, though, was nice.

The night, perhaps, would not be a total nightmare, she thought.

That, naturally, was when Bradley showed up.

Bradley was an eight year old boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged truck driver. Bradley was a black hole of pleasantness. Any happiness or enjoyment in a room just evaporated when he entered. To call him utterly void of charm, tact, or positive characteristics was to understate his awfulness. He didn't just lack those things, he had them in negative quantities. Bradley would need far, far more charm to simply be charmless. Bradley was anti-charming.

Bradley had a face that looked like God had put his hand on it and just pushed, presumably so as to prevent Bradley from finishing whatever awful thing it was that he was saying. He looked like his face was trying to reabsorb all his facial features back into it, perhaps ashamed at the idiotic expression that they constantly displayed. He had, Georgia Lee realized, probably been punched in the face quite a lot. A lifetime of undoubtedly deserved beatings had no doubt served to simply compress his face, slightly. Had it also compressed his brain? That would, she thought, explain a lot.

There was a particularly quality Bradley had, almost like a super-power, where he was so revolting that it almost couldn't be contained by a single person. The disgust that one felt for him spilled out, like his belly over his belt buckle, and oozed over everything around him. A chair that he sat on became revolting by association. Any book she saw him reading was a book that Georgia Lee never wanted to read again. Eventually, if he stood close enough for long enough, one would even begin to feel disgusted at oneself. It was an awful feeling, like being covered in grease, that no amount of scrubbing would get rid of. Georgia Lee shuddered internally at the thought.

Bradley was someone so utterly absent in positive or worthwhile qualities that the only way he could make himself noticed at all was by being as violently obnoxious as possible. This was Bradley's one, single talent, but at this at least he excelled.

Georgia Lee could recall, vividly, her first encounter with Bradley Floyd. It'd been right at the start of her Freshman year, and she'd been fourteen, and nervous, and awkward. Thinking back on Bradley, enormous and red-faced, shouting down the Cochise corridors at her, she was proud of her younger self that she'd managed not to cry. With all the delicacy of an ape performing spinal surgery wearing boxing gloves, Bradley had oh-so-considerately informed her, in front of half the school, that her ass looked great in her jeans, but that it'd look even better on his face.

That had been the first of many, many unwanted sexual comments. Initially Georgia Lee had made the mistake of responding to them. When Bradley had asked whether she liked dragons, she'd actually answered, only to have him tell her that this was good, since he was going to be "dragon [his] balls across her face." Pretty quickly, like everyone at Cochise with a pair of X chromosomes, Georgia Lee had learned simply to ignore him. You couldn't hurt Bradley by insulting him: he took actual pride in how terrible he was. No, all you could do to Bradley was deny him the only thing he craved, which was attention.

That would be hard to do here, though.

She'd learned, too, not to take it personally. He may well not even have known who she was, just that she had breasts and ears, and that made her a good target for his boorishness. Bradley wasn't a bully, not really. He didn't pick on targets, he just vented his odiousness onto anyone within hearing distance. There was nothing personal about it. He was an equal opportunity monster.

Georgia Lee looked at him as she would look at a cockroach that had just crawled out of her cereal, or something that stank that she'd found on the bottom of her shoe. She made no attempt to hide her disdain. Why bother? Bradley knew everyone hated him.

She transferred her bag onto the other side of her body and shifted to the edge of the booth, leaving absolutely no room for him to sit next to her. She did this while looking him in the eye, to make absolutely sure that the point behind the gesture wasn't lost on him. Just like every healthy food option that was ever presented to Bradley in his life, though, the hint was not taken, and he remained, looming over there table. When it became clear that he wasn't going anywhere soon, Georgia Lee sighed, audibly, and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want, Bradley?"
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There was nothing in particular about Bradley's touch that should have made it as awful as it was. His suit knee against Georgia Lee's bare one was not cold or wet or slimy, but the simply fact that it was Bradley's made it absolutely repugnant to her, and Georgia Lee moved her leg away so quickly that she banged her shin on the table leg, audibly, in the process. She tried not to wince.

If Bradley was actually teaching a class in boorishness, he surely couldn't behave any more repulsively. Even by sharing a table with him she felt vulgar, and she had no doubt that the people around them saw her that way too. Who acted this way? There were students in the school, especially younger ones, poorer ones, who were rude, to be sure, but they simply didn't know how to behave properly. Bradley was actively trying to behave improperly. He wanted to shock. He wanted to offend.

It was only the knowledge that it would've been exactly what Bradley wanted that kept her from telling hims just how appalling she thought he was. Instead, Georgia Lee gave a simple "No." in response, and turned back to Alice.

Alice Baker. She couldn't say the name was familiar. The girl clearly didn't do much. Still, next to Bradley she could not have looked more appealing, as far as conversation partners went.

"I'm a junior, sure." It was a weak attempt at a conversation, but she'd had little to work with. Still, Georgia Lee could have talked about anything, about politics, about the weather, about favourite of brands of paint to watch dry, had the alternative been paying attention to Bradley.

"Are you... enjoying it so far?" she kept her eyes on Alice's face, but she couldn't keep Bradley out of her peripherals. The effect of him leering at them was awful, like being stuck in a zoo that was visited exclusively by revolting, flat-faced clowns. Georgia Lee stared fixedly away from him. All he wanted was attention. He fed on it. He needed it like normal people needed food, or air, or a sense of worth and achievement and love. All Bradley needed were eyes on him, and voices answering his.

Georgia Lee's book had described birds, pecking at the shell of spurred tortoises. The young ones would get frightened and struggle, and encouraged, the vultures and the birds of prey would peck on for hours. The older tortoises were wiser, and knew to stay in their shells, and do nothing. Very soon, the birds would know that they'd get nothing there, and fly off towards easier food.

Bradley was a vulture, but he fed off of deadened spirits, not dead animals. All she needed to do was let him know that he'd get none of that here, that he'd simply be ignored, and he'd fly on off to bother someone else.

It was as simple as that.
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Discomfort seemed to radiate out of Alice, like birds flying out from a tree at dawn. Her eyes kept flitting to Bradley, who for the moment seemed to content to just sit and leer. No doubt the other girl had also had the misfortune to fall recipient to Bradley's attentions in the past. Georgia Lee could only imagine how well that might have gone.

Even being near him made her skin crawl. It was rather like, she imagined, sitting next to some stinking, grinning corpse. Even if it wasn't doing anything, there was something repugnant about just being near it.

Georgia Lee kept her eyes on Alice, not wanting to give the boy the satisfaction of knowing that his presence warranted her attention.

"I'm looking forward to next year too. A lot of work, of course, but it'll be nice to be seniors, finally."

It would be, too. Since Georgia Lee had committed herself to getting out of Cochise, to getting a scholarship to Columbia and making a life for herself all of her own, this had been what she was building to. All the work had felt so tedious at times and it had been such a struggle to convince herself that it mattered at all, but now the end was in sight. Senior year. All her study, all her preparation, all her extracurriculars and committees and activities and extra classes and volunteer work and scrimping and saving and tutoring halfwits just to make enough money to pay for SAT prep classes; this coming year would finally be when all of that would be put to use, and all of her hard, achingly hard work would be proved to have been worth it.

There were other benefits too, to Senior year.

"I think I'm really ready for it, to be honest. I'm a little over having a bunch of older students looking down on me, thinking they know more than me when they don't. Thinking they're welcome when they're not."

Georgia Lee's eyes didn't waver from the anxious face of the girl in front of her.

"Don't you think so, Alice?"

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Alice was opening up, she could see, becoming more at ease. She was sitting up a little straighter, looking at Bradley a little less.

Georgia Lee liked it. It was less like talking to some newly-kicked puppy. Bradley meanwhile didn't seem inclined to talk any further, and Georgia Lee liked that too. He was simply lurking there, huge and predatory, like a crocodile afloat in a river. There was the same air of anticipatory menace, but it didn't seem to be getting to Alice any longer, and Georgia Lee was not letting it get to her either.

She raised an eyebrow, as the girl seated opposite her got in a little jab at Bradley of her own. Well, the girl had spine after all. Georgia Lee was finding, now that her companion was coming out of her shell, that she actually rather liked Alice. Her manner was polite and reserved, but she clearly wasn't inclined to let people walk completely over her.

The fact that she spoke about graduation preparation in the future tense did not say positive things about her ambition or preparedness, of course, but Georgia Lee had found that this was basically to be expected from her peers. Almost universally they would complain about Kingman, about how small the town was and how limited its opportunities, and yet did any of them actually take steps to get themselves out of here?

It wasn't without a hint of bitterness that Georgia Lee thought that most of them didn't have to worry about getting themselves out of here. Most of them could just sit around and wait for their daddy's money to buy them into some fancy college. Most of them didn't have to work at all.

Well, more was the pity for them, she decided. Georgia Lee would die before she'd let herself be dependent on anyone like that, on anyone else's money. It was pathetic.

"I'm right at the end of the year. The calendar year, I mean. It's the start of the school year. November 6."

Knowing exactly what Bradley would be thinking, Georgia Lee added "And yes, I have counted back, and yes, it is gross."
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Bradley, it seemed, had finally decided to participate.

Even listening to his voice made you feel the need to clean yourself, Georgia Lee marveled. If government scientists were actively trying to produce the most revolting human specimen imaginable, they could not have done a better job than Bradley.

Georgia Lee had been playing in her garden, many years ago. She had been barefoot, as she was wont to be at that age, and she had stepped on a slug. The poor creature had oozed between her toes, slimy and appalling, with a sound like a boot being drawn up out of mud. The sensation had been awful and indescribable, but on a purely emotional level what the experience most resembled was a conversation with Bradley. The disgust, the regret, the self-hatred: those feelings had been so powerful then, and now she was feeling them again.

Bradley had an awful lot in common with that slug, she now realized. He wasn't going anywhere. He probably wasn't even capable of ambition or direction. He was aimless, pointless, and worthless. Nothing about his life mattered, and the only really meaningful way he existed was as an irritant to her.

She turned and met his beady, piggish eyes with her steely ones.

"What a lovely suggestion, Bradley. Why don't you go there right now and wait for me, and I'll definitely catch you up?"
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Georgia Lee folded her arms across her chest, as much a gesture of defence as it was a way of stopping Bradley from staring at it.

“How tragic. Even looking at you is a reminder of what I’m missing out on.”

Her voice was flat, dead, and her face expressionless.

“The kind thing to do would be for you to simply stay out of my sight forever. To keep from constantly reminding me of this dreadful loss.”
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For a moment it was like Georgia Lee’s hand was someone else’s. It flashed out, unbidden, and knocked Bradley’s phone from his fat, sweaty fingers. The phone skittered across the floor, coming to rest at the base of the booth opposite them.

Georgia Lee ignored it. She could feel her face growing hot, like the heat of her anger and her disgust was trying to seep out of her skin. Bradley venting his filth out onto her, that was to be expected, that was simply how he was, but to try and spread it around the school like that was truly vile.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, her fists balled on the table, and Georgia Lee was sure if she tried to unclench them they’d be shaking. She wanted to lash out again, to sink her fist into his oafish, cartoon face, to pry apart the muscles pulling his bloated features into that stupid smug grin and force her hand through his thick skull and close it around every stomach-churning, degrading, repellent thought he had and tear them out of him.

She tried to calm herself. She failed.

“Do you know why everyone hates you, Bradley?”

It was like someone else was talking with her voice. Georgia Lee knew she should stop herself, wanted to stop herself, knew that taunting Bradley would just feed his infantile ego, but somehow the words wouldn’t stop pouring out of her mouth.

“They hate you because why wouldn’t they? Because there is no reason to like you, not a single thing about you that is good and nothing that you are good at. There isn’t one person in Cochise who doesn’t think you’re disgusting and pathetic, Bradley. They don’t think you’re funny, or charming, or whatever it is you think you are. People just think you’re sad and revolting, and they are relieved when you’re not around.”

She stood, clasping her bag with white knuckles, struggling to keep what remained of her calm.

“I hope you had fun imagining yourself on me Bradley, since that’s the closest you will ever get to anyone because no one will ever touch you because you look like shaved ham.”

[Georgia Lee Day continued elsewhere]
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