Rattlebones (bxbxb)

Betrayal

After running from two murderers and regretting the very fabric of my being, reality sets in the next morning when Eugene and I have to go back to school and face the music. 

I might have been The Death Bringer, possibly awaiting a seat in hell, but I was also eighteen and a high school senior. I still wanted to graduate, even if it was scraping by with a deplorable grade point average.

"Holy shit. I forgot how gross it is waking up at six in the morning." Eugene complains as we leave my house and head for my car in the driveway. 

"No kidding." I yawn, half a bagel with cream cheese clutched in one hand. "I think I'd rather be dead at this point."

We're about to get into my car when Iggy comes skateboarding up to my house.

"Hey! Do you guys ever answer your phones or what?" He demands as he skids to a halt, kicking up his board. He's wearing a baggy green flannel over a snoopy T-shirt with holes in it, so it kind of looks like he got in a fight with a rabid dog on his way over.

It's incredibly attractive.

"I sent you both, like, ten messages last night and nobody ever responded." He says, "What gives?"

I cast a look at Eugene, who's looking at us from over the roof of my car, and he lifts an eyebrow. How did I even begin to explain to Iggy about last night's events? That Eugene and I had engaged in a little quality time together? And that I had been seduced by his charming and undead ways? 

"Sorry, bro. I had my hands full." Eugene finally tells Iggy, and I start to breathe a sigh of relief. At least until he speaks again. "Darcy launched the meat rocket last night. I had to take care of it."

I drop my bagel and it falls upside down, splattering on the concrete. "Is nothing sacred around here?!" I shout at him.

"Wow," Iggy says, and he looks somewhat amazed in the worst way. "I thought we weren't going to be having sex behind each other's backs. Remember the fit that you threw at the lake house, Darcy?" He glares at me because of course, Eugene could do nothing wrong in his eyes. And, admittedly, I had been the one to throw a massive fit about them sleeping together.

So maybe it was fair that he was a little irate.

"We didn't even do anything," I argue, and I shift my backpack over one shoulder. "Eugene can't get it up when you're not around. He's limper than an inflatable tube man with no air."

"Dude!" Eugene interrupts angrily.

"Look. Iggy," I say, and I open my car door. "Ride with us to school. We need to talk."

I fully expect him to listen to me and get in. Iggy had been on my side since the beginning of this whole fiasco. Through thick and thin, there was not a more loyal assistant that I would have rather had at my side.

"Fuck off, Darcy," He replies instead, and his skateboard snaps against the concrete when he drops it. "You can't just keep using people to push your creepy little agenda! Some of us are actually human and we have feelings. I know that's hard for you to believe, but it's true."

My mouth goes as slack as a cadaver's as he rolls away, leaving Eugene and I standing there, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Iggy wasn't the type to argue, and he hardly ever got angry. So what was going on? Why was this new side of him suddenly emerging? 

"Guess he's pretty pissed at us." Eugene finally says, and his lips quirk a little in annoyance. "Maybe I shouldn't have jacked you off last night."

"Get in the fucking car!" I snap at him.

We both clamor into the car and I start the engine, pulling out of my driveway. I assume that Iggy can't get very far on a standard skateboard, but I'm dead wrong and he's already halfway down the block and making a turn by the time Eugene and I catch up to him. 

"Iggy?" I roll down my window and I stick my head out. "Can we talk? Please?"

"I don't think so," Iggy says, and he glances over at me, swaying side to side before he speeds up.

"You're losing him, man." Eugene pipes up from beside me. 

I suppress a growl and I hit the gas, speeding back up to match Iggy as we pass by a convenience store and a doughnut shop. I couldn't believe this. I had never meant to use Igor for my own personal gain, and I hadn't known that he felt that way about us. I had just wanted his love and affection, that's all.

I catch back up to Iggy when he stops at a curb to wait for traffic to pass. 

"Iggy. I know that you're mad about Eugene and me. But we were just messing around, okay?" I ask him, the wind tousling my hair. "Just because he fulfills a strange, masochistic side of me that I can't undeniably suppress, doesn't mean that I don't love you."

"Yeah, Iggy," Eugene adds in, and he leans over. "You don't want none of that. It's hardcore stuff."

Iggy sighs and he looks up at the sky for a moment as if seeking the answers there.

"I slept with Megan." He replies finally.

Eugene and I are shocked into silence, and the traffic is going. Cars are honking and everything.

"You weren't answering your messages and I..." Iggy looks away. "I got angry, and I couldn't sleep. I needed someone to talk to that wasn't you two, so I called her to come over."

"You fucked Megan!?" I practically scream at him. "That's ten times worse than what Eugene and I did! That's like, Ozzy Osbourne eating a bat on live TV level betrayal!"

"You seriously abandoned our bromance for some pussy?" Eugene asks Iggy from over my shoulder. "Are you crazy?"

"Just leave him alone, Eugene," I reply, and I start to roll up my window. "I have nothing else to say to him."

"Darcy! Gene! Come on, guys." Iggy protests and he reaches to smack the side of my car.

"Traitor!" I shout at him in my most Karen way, and I proceed to drive off, leaving him in my dust.