In and Out of Sorrow and Solitude

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2:

Some weeks passed without much excitement, with the exception of an occasional food fight, or half-hearted fist fight where if one of the guys actually hit the other guy hard, he would usually apologize and stop right there. The pack kept picking off helpless freshman, and the occasional sophomore. Though whenever they would pass by Jacoby's locker, Cynthia would secretly and shyly glance over in Jacoby's direction with those mesmerizing beautiful eyes. They would have a sort of respect, or maybe go as far as to say interest, in them. Whatever it was, Jacoby had to admit that he enjoyed the brief second of eye contact, or what he thought as eye contact. Looking at her eyes always gave him goosebumps. Her eyes were like polished silver; beautiful, shinning, and reflective. One couldn't be sure if Cynthia liked him, but Jacoby had his hopes.

An event is coming up, and by Jacoby's observations it's a big one. It was the middle October and the only thing everyone was talking, and whispering about, and planning for was the Veary high early, or extremely early as Jacoby thought, Christmas dance. Yes a Christmas dance in the middle of October. Why, you ask? Jacoby hadn't the slightest idea why either. Thought it did seem like a huge event, so he just played along, besides, it was hard not to be excited, it was infectious. People all over the school chattering about what they're going to wear, who they're going with, what kind of decorations it's going to have. Jacoby even heard some kids in his class, the ones who are always hungry and will eat just about anything, gleefully talking about the special home-made desserts and snacks that would be attending. Jacoby likes good home-made food. Being an orphan can have its benefits, and it's well, not benefits. No parents to deal with, but you have to "buy" your own clothing, and food. Mostly food.

Jacoby has been hearing rumors, rumors that may concern him. The word is that Cynthia may take a freshman to the dance, but no one knows who.

"Ha, ya taking, like making Susan pick 'um up, throw him over her shoulder and carry him to the dance saying,' look everyone I brought a present!'" Jacoby goofed one day at lunch, after he had sat down with Jeromy at a secluded table in the corner of the cafeteria. Susan, Jacoby had learned; was the name of the big girl that does all of Cynthia's 'dirty' work.

"Yea." said Jeromy smiling at his plate like it were his girlfriend, thinking about what Jacoby had said, happily.

Jacoby looked right into Jeromy's face nose practically touching his. Jacoby brought his face back a little, and began waving a hand in front of him, suppressing a laugh. Jeromy's mouth was partially open, as if he was is in some kind of trance, and wasn't aware of his body, or what it was doing.

Jacoby tried hard not to laugh, and had to clear his throat before doing anthing, and decided to take advantage of the situation," oh yea Jeromy I have a dark secret."

"What?" Jeromy half whispered, not hearing what he said, still in his trance.

"I'm really an evil bunny that enjoys the ruin of small children's dreams, oh and the deaths of platypuses." Jacoby stated with as much seriousness as he could muster, but it wasn't easy.

"Huh? Oh uh, me too, me too." Jeromy responded a little confused, not hearing what he said.

It was too much for Jacoby to bear, he exploded out laughing hysterically. Tears were cascading down his face. He fell backwards and hit his head on the floor, but he didn't care. By this time most everyone in the cafeteria and the hallway was staring at him like, "what the heck is his problem?" Also Jeromy was still in his little trance and was hearing Jacoby laugh so he would say things like," ha ha, yea," Or "good one," Dreamily. Definitely not knowing what he just called himself, which of course in turn just increased the rate and volume of Jacoby's laughter, and tear production.

He somehow, eventually, stopped laughing. Jeromy was just getting out of his trance and was now wondering why Jacoby had such a huge grin on his face, but all he said was, "later". Although most of his, well everything, muscles were focused on laughing like a mad man. Some gears did turn putting two and two together, making four. Yet others turned and came to a realization, Jeromy likes Cynthia. That or he likes being thrown over a big hot girl's shoulder like a bag'o Jeromy. Jacoby stuck with the first thought.