Group Therapy

Eleven

Remington

"Nancy," I whisper to her, motioning her to come over.

"Remington, why am I here? I thought we agreed to never speak again," she says.

"Yeah, I thought we did agree to that. So then why am I hearing you have a crush on me? We were supposed to have no contact or connection with each other for the rest of high school. You having a crush on me isn't making it better," I say, looking around to make sure no one sees us. I doubt anybody would, we were under the football fields bleachers. School had finished more then an hour ago. It was Monday and everyone already home.

"You heard that too? I swear I have no idea where that came from. I haven't said your name in two years. I forgot how your voice even sounded like," says Nancy.

"Then where did this rumor come from?"

"I don't know. I've never even mentioned your name to anyone. Not one person knows what happened. Not even my parents. Like I promised, I didn't tell anyone. Did you?"

I shook my head. "No I didn't tell anyone. I'm not an idiot. We could go to prison Nancy."

"Don't you think I know that? We've kept it hidden for two years and I think we can for the next two years. Like five people came up to me and asked me if we were dating today. We have to get rid of this rumor before it gets bigger," she says.

"How the fuck are we going to do that?"

"The only way we can at this school. Make an even better rumor that can top this one. Everyone will forget about this suppose crush I have on you. Trust me, I have a plan."

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

"Just wait until tomorrow. I have to go. But believe me, this is all going to be over by tomorrow." Like that Nancy leaves.

I leave the bleachers and get into my car. How is this even happening? Nancy and I are on total different social pyramids. Unless someone knows. No but if they knew, why did they wait two years? I shook the thought of my head. If someone knows, both me and Nancy are screwed. I need to get into Yale. I do not need this right now.

I drive to work. My dad hates the fact that I have a job. He says I should spend more time studying. Which I do a lot anyway.

"Hey Alexa. Where's Max?" I ask when I get to work.

"I don't know. Probably flirting with some girl." Alexa and Max are my coworkers. I work at the Best Buy and I'm a part of the Geek Squad.

"Actually, I was helping out a customer," says Max, appearing from the back room.

"That's a first."

"How do you even maintain a job here? You don't do anything."

"Yes I do. Anyway Remington, there's a customer waiting for you by the movie section," says Max.

"Why couldn't you have helped her?"

"She said she wanted you to help her. She said she was here awhile ago and you are just outstanding," says Max, clearly agitated.

I laugh and make my way over to the movie section. There is only one lady there. I don't remember her but I've been working here for awhile and I've helped out too many people to remember them all.

"Hello, is there anything you are looking for in particular?" I ask the lady. She's old. Very old.

"Are you Remington Pierce?" she asks. This is odd. I've never given my last name out at work.

"Yes, I am."

"Here take this. Do not show anyone. Do not open it until you are safely at home. Do not tell anyone about it," says the lady giving me a large yellow envelope. Now I'm sure I've never seen here before.

"Who are you? Why are you giving me this?"

"I wish I could answer your questions. But then I'd be dead. I have to go now," says the lady. With that she leaves. I still want to ask her questions. What does she mean by she'd be dead? What the hell is in the envelope?

I walk back to the cash register. I tuck the envelope in my messenger bag.

"So, did you help that lady out?" Alexa asks.

"Yeah. She just wanted a movie," I say. I don't want to tell Alexa about the envelope. I want to know what it is first.

After my shift, I basically speed home. I run up to my room without greeting my mother. She'll be mad but it's worth it. I need to know what's in this envelope.

I open the envelope and there is only one thing in it. A CD. A put the CD in my disk player and play the CD. As soon as the screen turns on I know what's happening. God I knew it. I close my eyes, hoping that it could all be a dream, but then I open them and I'm still in my room watching the disk. I wait until it's over to call Nancy.

"Nancy, we have a bit of an issue. Someone knows."