One Detention Saved My Life

Chapter 30

Dr. Roberts leads me into her office and like always makes me lay down. I don't want to be here today. I don't need this appointment, but I didn't feel like arguing with Mom.
"Your mom sounded pretty worried on the phone yesterday."
I'm suddenly enraged. Mom was not worried about me yesterday. All she cares about is Jimmy. In fact, ever since she met Jimmy that's all she's been focusing on. She's made one sucky dicision after another, which caused her to get pregnant with an asshole's child. I know I talked to Amy about it, but I still can't believe she could be so dumb. After all, she was valedictorian. I might never understand how she thinks sometimes.
"I don't need this appointment. My mom is just being paranoid."
"I can read right through you. Sometimes is definitely wrong."
I sigh. Dammit.
"I don't feel like sharing."
"Then you can't leave."
Dr. Roberts crosses her arms over her chest and stares down at me.
"Fine. My mom's pregnant with Jimmy's child. I just don't know how she can be so stupid. She can't see that Jimmy is using her."
"Do you feel like it's your fault?"
"No, I couldn't have stopped it."
"Good. Tim, in life there are things that happen in our lives that are crappy, but turn out to be a gift."
"Gift?!" I laugh. "How is my mom getting pregnant to an asshole a gift?"
"I can't answer that. Only the future can."
"I thought you were suppose to be helping me?"
Dr. Roberts looks away from me for just a second before staring at me right in the face.
"Let's talk about something else," she says, clearly uncomfortable about talking about my mom being pregnant.
"Like what?"
"Amy."
I feel my face flush. I still have the image of our make out session fresh in my mind. It was amazing being on top of her and kissing her soft lips. Oh. My. God. Did we almost have---No, we did not. Jimmy interrupted us before we could go any further. Maybe the asshole's good for something, because I'm certainly not ready for what might have happened last night.
"Did something happen between the two of you?"
"We got back together," I whisper.
"I advised you---"
"I'm my own person. I'm the one that makes my own decisions. That's why I stormed out on our session the other day."
A small smile spreads across her lips. "You're improving so fast and this is only our third session."
She opens up her desk drawer and pulls out the small mirror. I know what's coming and take off my shades and place them on a nearby table. She hands me the mirror and I peer at myself through it. I smile at what I see. My eyes have turned a yellowish color from almost healing the harm Brett did to them, but I hardly notice that. I don't see nothing. I don't see a monster. I see Tim Hemlock.
"What do you see?"
I look at the smiling face looking back at me. "I see Tim Hemlock," I whisper.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"I see Tim Hemlock," I repeat, this time louder and with more confidence."
I jump up off the couch, grab my shades, and throw them on the ground. I step on them with my right foot, hearing a loud crunch as they snap in two. I don't need them anymore. I don't care if some people see a monster in my eyes because I don't see one in them. I'll always, from this day on see Tim Hemlock. Amy made me realize that when she took me back. I don't care about being accepted. All I care about is Tim Hemlock and Amy. I won't ever stop caring about them. Even when my messed up life throws so many curves in my way.
Dr. Roberts has a shocked expression on her face. "Tim, are you okay?"
"Never been better."
I go over to her and give her a great big hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I couldn't have done this without your help."
She looks uncomfortable. "I don't do hugs and you're welcome."
"Sorry," I say, pulling away.
"It's okay. You're free to go."
"Really?"
"Really. I don't think you need me anymore, although I'm making you an appointment in a month to see if everything is well."
"Sounds good," I reply, leaving her office.

The doorbell rings and I scurry to answer it. I convinced Mom that tonight would be the perfect night to go on a date. The idea of it made me want to puke, but I needed tonight to meet with the rebellion(Gosh that word reminds me of Star Wars). After convincing her, Mom finally caved in and said she'd go on a date with Jimmy. They left about thirty minutes ago. Jimmy said they were going to see a movie and then go to a fancy restaurant.
"You ready to go?" Amy asks, as I swing open the door.
"Yeah, let me just turn off my cell phone and make sure I have the key to the house."
I turn off my phone. This way Dad can't track where I am. I reach into my pocket and feel the metal of the key. I take Amy's hand and we walk towards Tyler's Mercedes.
I feel like a celebrity, or as people would say Brad Pitt, as Amy and I climb into the back of the Mercedes. The seats are so soft and leathery and they also have heat emitting from them. Music blares through the stero in the most perfect harmony.
"We haven't even started moving yet and I can tell you love my brother's car."
"I don't love the car."
"You're lying. I myself love this car almost as much as I love you."
"Wow, I feel so much better that I rank just slightly above this car."
"She's just great, isn't she?" Tyler joins in.
"Yep."
"Can we please get going?"
"On one condition. You and Tim can't make out in the back seat. It will distract me from driving."
"Tyler!"
"Okay, Okay, I'll drive you guys there."
Tyler puts the car in drive and takes off in the direction of the lake.
When we get to the lake the sun is just setting. It casts a pretty glow on the rippling water. Tyler rolls down the window and says,"You have fun at your rebellion. I'll pick you up in about about an hour."
"Sounds good," I say, as he drives away. I look around at the picnic tables, a crowd of kids is clustered around them. I gasp when I recognize Jeremy and Amanda.
"Are they part of the rebellion?"
"Yes."
Amy pulls me closer to the picnic tables. I instantly recognize Mark from the football team and Courtney from the cheerleading team. I hated her. She had the looks, perfect blonde curly hair, light green eyes, athletic build. To make matters worse she was Brett's ex-girlfriend and when they were together made fun of me. This was almost everyday my freshman year. And why the hell would a football player and a cheerleader want to take down Brett and Chad?
"What are they doing here?" I ask, crossing my hands over my chest.
"They're part of the rebellion," Amy says, in a calm voice.
"Don't you see this is just a big trap."
"That's what I thought at first too, but Mark convinced me he was on our side."
"Amy's telling the truth," Mark's deep voice says, just inches away from me. I look him in his deep blue eyes and I can't rip my gaze away.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because. . . because Kim is in danger. Brett and Chad were talking about her in the locker room."
"Why do you care what happens to Kim?"
His cheeks blush. "Because I like Kim."
All of a sudden it feels like a knife explodes in my chest. Brett and Chad are going to threaten Kim into telling them about the kiss. I feel sick like I want to throw up. My legs shake and I start to fall, but Mark catches me.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Mark." I then add,"I just can't believe they would stoop this low."
"I can, but that is why Courtney and I have devised a plan to stop them."
I look over at Courtney. "Why do you want to help us?"
"Brett was the worst boyfriend ever. Tim, it was wrong of me to make fun of you and I want to make up for my horrendous deeds. I want to make sure he and Chad never hurt anyone ever again."
"Okay, then let's do it."
I put my hand out and everyone piles their hands on top of mine. "To the rebellion," I shout.
"To the rebellion," They all shout, pulling away their hands and throwing them up into the air. When everyone calms down I look in Marks direction and ask, "What's the plan?"
"So tomorrow---"
"This is happening tomorrow?!"
"Yes. So tomorrow we all arrive at the football field an hour before the game starts. Tim, you and I will plant cameras all over the boys locker room. Those camera's will be connected to the TV's on the field. Jeremy and Amanda you'll be our body guards. You'll tell us if anyone is coming."
Amanda and Jeremy both nod their heads in silent agreement.
"What am I supposed to do?" Amy asks.
"Well, when the game starts the cheerleaders are going to do a special routine. How's your routine going?" Mark asks Courtney.
"Good. The cheerleaders and I have nearly perfected our routine."
"Amy, I want you to write a speech telling the whole world how Brett and Chad have been treating you. You'll do your speech after the Cheerleaders finish up."
"What time is the game?" I ask.
"Seven. Amy, you good with your role."
"Yeah, I'll write my speech tonight."
"Awesome. If everyone is good with their roles I declare this meeting over."
Nobody says anything. Mark and Courtney start to walk away. Jeremy, Amy, and I all just look at each other.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Jeremy asks me.
"I sure hope so."
"You'll do great," Amy says, kissing me on the lips.
"If Amy is kissing Tim then I want a kiss too."
"I can kiss way better than Tim," Jeremy says, sweeping Amanda into his arms and kissing her tenderly on the lips. To anyone coming in for a romantic night at the lake we probably looked like a bunch of infatuated teenagers high on alcohol. I didn't care. I could kiss Amy until the cows came home. Besides tonight we had the right to act like teenagers. For tomorrow whatever happened would shape our lives forever.