Who shot Mr. Orbison? Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It was just about 3:15pm when I heard some commotion outside the door.  In walked two more guys, Jeff Hoyt and Maxwell Green.  Jocks, and good looking jocks who obviously had some money on account that they dressed in name brand clothing every day.  I had to alternate between Walmart and a few name brand pieces I got on special occasions.  It sucked but like I said, only eight more months and I’m free! 

Mr. Orbison looked up at them and nodded, marking them in.  Where was their envelope?  Why did it seem I was the only one who had brought in an envelope?  Just as Mr. Orbison shut the door someone knocked on the outside of it.  He slowly opened it and made a gesture as to “come in, come in please.”

It was Tucker Wicehyrtz.  I had seen him around, I knew we were in the same grade but not much else.  He moved here the middle of junior year and that was all I knew.  Didn’t think much of him.  However I was surprised that there were some normal people in the detention room so I wasn’t outnumbered by freakazoids.

“Ok, I think that’s everyone then.  Please take a seat Tucker.”  Mr. Orbison motioned. 

Tucker was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of loosely worn blue jeans.  The kind that look used but were bought like that on purpose for like fifty dollars.  Yeah, I know, I know, next thing you know we’ll be wearing skinny jeans and hightops…oh wait…

Tucker grabbed a seat directly next to me, he dropped into the chair and did so in a way that looked like he was completely relaxed falling onto a bed of feathers.  He shot a look over to me that made me instantly uncomfortable.  I tried to keep looking straight ahead at putrid Mr. Orbison but he kept staring until I finally had to look over at him out of pure un-comfortableness. 

“Yes?” I stated as he was obviously staring right at me.

“Hey.” He motioned to me raising his chin up slowly then back down, giving me a cocky “hey, how you doin’?”

“Oh my God….” I trailed off, completely ignoring him now and looking down at my notebook.  Might as well start on the home work I had.

“Hey, what’s your name?”  Tucker whispered to me.

“Ugh” I sighed under my breath.                             

“Hey, hottie, I’m talking to you.” He whispered a bit louder.

“Ah-hem, hem, No talking!”  Mr. Orbison cleared his throat and glared over at us in the back corner.  The rest of the degenerates turned to look at us.

“Andrea. Now can you leave me alone please, I don’t want to get in more trouble”  I shushed him.

“Andrea, nice.  Hey, you know I play hockey?” He leaned over the desk and turned his head towards me to avoid Mr. Orbison hearing him.

“So?” I asked as if I cared what sport this nit wit played.

“That doesn’t make you horney?” He asked with all seriousness in his voice. 

I shot him a look of disgust.  I came down to his level and looked at him, ok, he was good looking, disheveled brown hair, dark furry eyebrows and brown eyes.  He had a freckle, nope two freckles on his nose and dark skin.  I bet he would look good on skates….

“It does doesn’t it?” He smirked at me.

“What?!?” I came out of my daydream.

“You think I’m hot.  It’s coo- a lot of girls at this school do.”  He wouldn’t wipe the smirk off his face.

“Leave me alone you swine!” I whispered.

“Andrea! Do I need to sit you up next to me?” Mr. Orbison threatened.

“NO! I mean, I’m sorry no, I didn’t mean to-“ he cut me off.

“Just stop talking!  We’re here until 5 o’clock and it’s going to be a very long ninety minutes if you won’t stop talking, I might just see you tomorrow Miss. Oneal!” He threatened me.

I immediately put my head down to look at my calc homework.  I could see Tucker trying to hold in his laugh.  He pulled something out of his backpack, a white hat.  The skater punk kind that had the flat rim, he cocked it sideways on his head, it was mostly backwards, but he couldn’t just put it on all the way backwards could he? No…he had to look aloof and bad ass.  Why was I such a nerd?!  Why was I thinking about him?  He had a pencil and was playing with it in between his fingers.  I couldn’t stop stealing side glances at him.  He reached over and stole a piece of paper off my desk.  I gave him a look of “how rude!”  He didn’t care.

He scribbled something down and slyly handed it back to me staring at Orbison the whole time.

Why have we never talked before?  I read off his hen scratch. What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

I don’t even know who you are! I wrote angrily, and slipped it back to him.

He smiled at that and wrote something down, handing it back to me.

Oh, well that sucks, better change it, let me take you out.  It wrote, not asking, not being polite, just ‘let me take you out.’  He wasn’t very romantic or chivalrous.

I looked over at him with a question on my face.  He raised his eyebrows and smiled smugly.  How does one be this confident?  For all he knows I could already be dating someone.  Yes, that’s what I’ll tell him.

How do you know I’m even available? I could have a boyfriend in college who has guns. I immediately regretted giving that note to him.  Could I make myself sound nerdier?

He chuckled and tried to cover it up as a cough.  I looked around the room, feeling like Tucker and I were in our own little world.  Jeff and Max were doing the same thing just up and to the left of us, handing notes back and forth.  Courtney was feverishly drawing something on her paper notepad and Michael Rich was staring out the window.  At what I don’t know, it was black out now.  We were supposed to get a bad storm tonight, I thought it was going to be later but it looked like it was coming now. Then I remembered ‘hottie, hot, hot hockey player Tucker’ mostly because I had been hit with the folded note we were communicating on.

 I’ve seen you around, you’re single and no girl with a boyfriend like that would say it like that.  So this Saturday, you, me, Froggys grill. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.  My heart lumped in my throat.  I was getting asked on a date!  And Froggy’s was the “it place” to be in this town.  I had only been once on my brother’s birthday and it was so cool, the food was ok but the atmosphere was awesome.  Everyone who was anyone from school hung out there and they played current music and had a patio where kids smoked joints and the staff didn’t mind.  I’m sure the police knew but they never did anything-

“Ahem!” Tucker cleared his throat trying to get an answer from me.  I smiled and shook my head yes.  Hoping I didn’t look too eager.  He smiled at me looking at my ass in the chair.  It made me uncomfortable but I decided to ignore it.  Hey, it was already after four and I really hadn’t noticed Mr. Orbison’s B.O. while talking with Tucker. 

A clap of lighting shook the whole room and all of us in it.

“Holy shit!”  Max shouted breaking our silence.

Then the lights went out, it was pure black in the classroom.  I screeched unable to control it.  Tucker put his hand on my thigh, convenient; he rubbed my leg for a moment and then pulled back.  A bright flash and the loudest bang went off in the middle of the room.  I thought I was deaf.  Courtney screamed and the ringing in my ears started to subside.  The lights flickered and then shot back on, stunning our pupils. 

 “Holy fucking shit!” Max yelled standing up and pointing to Mr. Orbinson.  Orbison was laying face down on his desk in a pool of his own blood.