Grayson Snaps

Chapter 9: Serial Infections

Chapter 9: Serial Infections

Mr. Wayne

Guidance Counselor

I stand outside the door. I'm not allowed in. After all, this is Grayson's punishment and not mine. I listen to Mr. Wayne's voice. It drones on and on. I can almost see Grayson's face, the smirk plastered on his mouth, the way he has his hands clasped together in front of him. We had left the field with Tristan bloody. I still try wrapping my head around how Grayson could have, well, done that. It's not like I thought he never would it's just, you know, I'd never think I'd be like that.

"This school has a zero-violence policy. A temper like that is inexcusable baring-" he goes on, his voice rising up. 

I rest the back of my head against the wall, listening as Mr. Wayne thoroughly punishes Grayson, debating if my brother has gone mad or if it's just the curse that's seriously fucking him up.

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Cheyenne is humming to herself an old song that she listened to when she was a child in the backseat of her father's Chevy. She is all alone, and for once perhaps that's a good thing. Cheyenne is in the girl's restroom. She's in one of the stalls, urinating. She had her period exactly a week ago and usually they're pretty regular. So, when she sees blood in the stool she pauses for a moment. But it isn't the initial presence of the blood that makes her so concerned.

Cheyenne looks down, an expression of apprehension crossing her face.

Well, this is weird.

It's not because there's blood in the stool. No. It's because as she's urinating, she can feel a hot burn rush through her lady parts. The moment she realizes that it is not that yellow liquid she's pissing out-but it's red!-she lets out a small noise at the back of her throat. Panicked.

Getting her period is one thing, but peeing blood? That's a whole other thing.

She flinches at the hot rush that burns up her loins.

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I'm still waiting outside when I see Cheyenne. I've been pacing back and forth for the last 25 minutes. Listening to Mr. Wayne basically degrade Grayson hasn't been the most enjoyable experience, but I can't say he doesn't deserve it. I guess I've had this moral dilemma for the past 25 minutes as well because part of me is pretty freaking pissed at Tristan, but another is feeling pretty bad about the whole situation; I mean, Tristan looked like somebody had hit his face with a tow truck.

The moment I see Cheyenne I kind of tense a little bit. It's mostly due to the fact that I know that she, for one, screwed my brother last night. And for two, I just don't want to talk to her. But try as I may, she's not looking too good right now. In fact, she has the most worried expression on her face. Her hands are clasped around her groin area. I blink, a bit confused; a couple of people in the hallway stare at her as they pass by. She has a suddenly frightened expression; that's when I notice the tinge of blood on her jeans. I know girls get periods and although I don't know much about that, I'm guessing something is definitely wrong...she looks freaked.

A passing girl gives her a funny look. Her face burns and her eyes instantly go to the lockers to the left, as though she's terribly embarrassed. I can tell by the way her legs are trembling that she's probably injured or something; but what am I supposed to do?

When the girl continues to give her a funny look Cheyenne's face turns into one of anger. 

"What are you looking at, huh?!" She screams. I can only blink in shock at her sudden outburst. I've never seen her scream like that but, there she is; her eyes are like two shards of blue glass. If looks could kill, man...The girl who was staring flinches away, scurrying back to whatever classroom she had come out of.