The Bully Plan

Chapter Five: The Weekend {Part One}

FIVE: The weekend (Part ONE)

Darcy woke in the night. He had had a night-mare. His body was drenched with sweat and his heart was beating so hard it could break out of his chest. His night-mare was about The Bully Plan. It had turned out well for the start. But then, hordes of kids came and beat everyone up really bad. Then millions of rabid dogs came out of no were and tore Darcy’s friends apart. Darcy was by himself, laying around all of his friends’ bodies. Then when things seemed like they couldn’t get  any worse, his dad, stood there, shaking his head in disapproval. This was the worst of a long streak of night-mares Darcy was having. Totally unrealistic, but frighting. It felt so real for Darcy. Darcy decided to get up. He walked out of his bedroom door. He went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and brought out a bottle of milk, which he instantly took a few sips from. He sat on a chair, in a house which now seemed utterly unhomely. The kitchen was dark, everything seemed to be glowing a navy-blue. He looked into a mirror to only see a silhouette of himself. Even the sight of the outline of his own body made him sad. Every single  noise he heard made him scared. At night when Darcy was by himself, it seemed like everything was an enemy. He had suffered from Depression and Anxiety for years now. His  eyes started to fall, so he went back to his bed, and slept.

Tabitha awoke in the morning. Jasmine was one a trundle bed. Her eye had turned purple, and several bruises ran up her legs. She got up, woke a surprised Jasmine up in the progress. The sun was shining right through the curtain, illuminating the room with an orange glow. “Ouch my head,” complained Jasmine, with good reason too. She had been beaten badly. Tabitha was afraid of the same happening to her on Monday. She picked a pair of skinny jeans from her draw, took out a top, and walked to the bathroom that was closest to her room, while Tabitha was gone Jasmine realised she had nothing to get changed into. Her school clothes were covered in dirt, so she couldn’t were those. If she wanted to impress Darcy she had to dress well. Jasmine had had a crush on Darcy for a while now. The reason why she hadn’t asked him out was because she was, like most teenagers, afraid of rejection. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Tabitha, can I borrow some clothes, I have nothing to change into?”

“Sure thing.” Answered Tabitha. Jasmine walked from the hallway and back into Tabitha’s room, picked out a skirt, and a tank-top and quickly got changed. She finished changing, then was confronted by Tabitha’s mother. “Would you like a shower, dear?” Tabitha’s mother asked.

“Oh, yes please Miss Jones!” Jasmine answered. It was unusual for her to be so goody-goody. But Tabitha’s mum was so nice.

Lincoln finally wheeled himself out of the hospital. His parents mini-van was parked in a pick-up zone with his dad waving excitedly out the window. “One of your friends called about a meet up today. You feeling up to it?” asked his dad.

“Oh…” he said with an unsure tone, “Definitely!”

“Okay, Tabitha’s house at lunch time.”

“Do they know about my… legs?” asked Lincoln, somewhat unsure.

“No. They sent a text.” Said his father holding up his mobile-phone.

“Okay. Guess it’s up to me.” Said Lincoln.

“We can do it for you if your too nervous.”

“No, it’s fine, mum.” Reassured Lincoln, although he was not sure who he was reassuring, his parents, or himself.

Caitlin got ready for the meet up, she skipped breakfast and spent half an hour straightening her hair, looking for the right clothes. She was a very self-conscious girl. That was one of the main reasons why when Jake and his crew called her fat, she got really hurt. Lately the bullying just kept on coming. She just wasn’t her random-outburst self anymore. “Why are you getting ready so early? You’ve got about two hours!” her mother questioned.

“I want to look as best as I can, mum,”

“Are you trying to impress someone?” asked her mum with a grin.

“No,” she said, unsure of herself. Her mother gave an eye-brow raise that basically meant, "Sure-Sure honey," her mother walked off.

Castielle got out his nicest clothes from his draw. He had to impress Caitlin. Unfortunately his nicest clothes were a pair of old jeans and a button shirt. He had a tuxedo, but, come on, a tuxedo? To a meet up? That was going too far. So he decided for the more casual approach. He got into the shower after picking out his clothes. He looked at the clock. About half an hour until the meeting. He quickly washed himself, skipped shampooing and just conditioned because it always made his hair soft and shiny. He hoped out, towelled off, got into his clothes and looked at the clock again. Time to leave. “Mum? Can we go now?” asked Castielle.

“Sure, hop in the car.” Said his mother. He walked through the door that led to the garage, got inside of it and waited. He waited for the next five minutes, then his mother appeared at the door way. They drove in silence. His mother had been neglecting her son of contact ever since Castielle’s dad walked out on them. The most he ever heard her talk nowadays was at church. It didn’t bother him much. He was deprived of human contact most of his life anyway. He was a person who mostly cared about success after school. But now he realised the glory of friendship. Protection. Especially with Jonathan. Groups were the key to success. “So, what’s the address?” his mother asked.

“Hm. Uh,” he drew a screwed up piece of paper from his pocket, “One hundred and forty-two Grant Street.”

“Oh she lives close the school.” Said his mother. Castielle nodded. Within ten minutes they were pulling into Tabitha’s drive-way. He walked to the front door, was welcomed by Jasmine and entered. “How did you get here so early?” questioned Castielle.

“I stayed the night.” She smiled.

“So what’s the plan for today?” asked Castielle.

“Tabitha says we are going to the park for a picnic for lunch, then were heading to the shops to chill.” She answered.

“Sounds cool.” Replied Jasmine. Tabitha came into the lounge room. “Oh hey Castielle, good to see you’re here.” She said.

“Anyone here except for us three?” asked Castielle.

“Yeah. My mum. She’ll be gone soon though.” Tabitha confirmed.

“Cool. I mean, not about your mum, just about… ugh I have a bad way with words,” stumbled Castielle.

“Yeah,” laughed Tabitha.

“Uh, Joseph coming?” asked Castielle. Tabitha flinched. Jasmine shook her head side to side. “Oh. Sorry,” Castielle regrated his words even though he didn’t know. Caitlin turned up at the door, looking more beautiful than Castielle had ever seen her. “Hey Caitlin,” Tabitha said and went in for a hug. Then Jasmine greeted her as well. “Hey,” Castielle said trying to be as casual as he can. He knew he had failed. Tabitha gained a smile that basically meant “Ha-Ha, I know who you like,” in a play song way. He looked at Jasmine. She had the exact same expression on her face. Castielle incidentally blushed with embarrassment. Then Lincoln came through the door. Except in a wheel-chair with both his legs in a cast. “Oh my god what the hell happened?!” asked Tabitha.

“Oh, hi Tabby-Cat,” that was Lincoln’s nickname for Tabitha, “I was hit by a car on the way to school. Probably mostly my fault, but Sage and Jake definitely contributed.” Everybody stared at him in awe.

“Lincoln. We have organised a plan, that you probably won’t be able to be part of, unless we use you as a battering-ram, but it should help you.” Tabitha suggested.

After about half an hours wait, everybody was there. Tabitha’s mother had left, and they were about to leave to the park. They all walked in a mob down Grant Street. The park was not far away; it wasn’t a long walk, a long wheel in Lincoln’s case. They walked up, unrolled the picnic rug, put the basket down and sat. “So, what’s for lunch?” a sarcastic voice from the bushes. Diablo surfaced from the bushes were black and red. “You in a second if you don’t get lost!” threatened Tabitha. Darcy spotted Jake over to the far left of them, than Sage, Parish followed, Daelyn and several various other bullies. Then finally Joseph walked out with a poisonous smirk on his face. He stared directly at Tabitha.

“Hey, Tabitha,” Joseph said with his now unfriendly smile as the bullies surrounded them, “We call this The Nerd Plan.”