You Can Never Go Home Again
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
639
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
You Can Never Go Home Again
Chapter 1
I will never forget the last Saturday night I spent at Pine Cove. The smoke was billowing out of the treetops tarnishing the perfectly clear night and drawing obvious attention to our secluded clearing. The laughter and gossip spun around my head like stars when a cartoon character is knocked out. I had spent hours getting dolled up and picking out the perfect thing to wear. It was August 28, 1995 and the last official weekend of the summer.
I had visited the very spot almost every weekend my entire high school career. A mixture of upper and under classmen came to an agreement on this neutral playing field. Behind a private golf course amongst acres of woods had become the perfect under cover party spot for teenagers to gather and do what they do best, drink booze and hook up with each other. As long as anyone can remember, this sacred place had been kept under wraps from all local authority and parental units. The irony is that kids will believe that for generations to come, but where do they think their parents hung out?
Upon arrival PC was flooded with the regulars, the up and coming freshman classes, and guests from surrounding towns. Anyone who knew anyone was there that monumental night. I remember seeing Jessie right away and being relieved that I hadn’t arrived before my friends. Jessie was talking to Leah, dramatically flailing her arms about as if that would actually make her exaggerated story believable. Jessie was a drama queen she ate, breathed and dreamed gossip. I had known Jessie for almost 12 years by then and that aspect of her had never changed a bit. Jessie and I met in grade school, our last names both began with “P” so it made sense. Up until high school we sat next to each other and stood behind each other in every line, class, and event the two of us participated in. Jessie had always been a bit of a tomboy but slowly came into her womanhood after 9th grade. Jessie’s long stringy brunette mop had magically transformed into a shoulder length, highlighted coif the summer right before sophomore year. Her dad had remarried and her new step mother was some what of a high maintenance woman herself. Along with the new hairstyles came new developments, clothes and shoes. I think she even started wearing make-up that summer. Throughout the years her transformation had been forgotten and Jessie would always be remembered.
“Nice of you two to start without me.”
“Well Ab, if for once in your lifetime you had been on time you would have had the honor of opening my first beer.”
“Well Jess, not all of us roll out of bed looking so Vogue.”
“Leah tells me Chance Pennington broke it off with Ally Winter, now you know I have had my eye on him since the freshman year Homecoming.”
I paused for a minute before I responded to her upcoming plot, but for one second I thought I had witnessed evil in her eyes. The fire danced in her dark eyes as she marveled in their break up. Jessie had always had a thing for Chance, and an even bigger thing against Ally.
“I suppose I shouldn’t even ask this, but what is your plan?”
“Well Abigail I’m glad you did ask, because you are very much involved. Even though all ties are cut Ally has kept a keen eye on him the entire night. We all know she’d flip a freakin pom-pom if she thought I was gonna make a move.”
Junior year Jessie had inadvertently broken Jimmy Winters’ heart. They dated on and off for almost a year. In that time frame Jessie had managed to cheat on him countless times with multiple members of the basketball team, a team which Jimmy was the captain. They had a bad break up and he and his sister vowed Jessie’s reputation would stay tarnished.
“Okay, so how am I involved again? And how many beers have you had?”
Jessie took out a joint and eagerly sparked it. I think she may have been using it to ease her plan on us.
“Well my dear, here is how it is going to go down. We all know that little miss Ally would camp here ‘till dawn if she knew Chance was staying. So… we have to get her to leave a bit earlier than planned.”
Remember before when I said Jessie had always had a thing for Chance? At this point let’s correct that and change “a thing” to an “obsession”. Jessie had fawned over Chance Pennington since he transferred into our seventh grade class from private school. He was tall, athletic and absolutely gorgeous. He had a strong defined jaw bone, dark brown eyes and a smile that could’ve lit up the darkest night. He was smart and funny, a total package. He was always spoken for and when that didn’t work out, he’d pick a lucky lady from the line of girls waiting to jump on him.
“How might I ask are you planning on getting Ally to leave early?”
“Ok, don’t freak out.”
I was immediately stricken with terror. Jessie could sometimes go overboard and when she had something stuck in her head, she never backed down. I, as the best friend always got roped in. Usually when that sentence preceded one of her brilliant ideas, we were really in trouble.
“A simple slip of these little bad boys in her next beer will have her yawning in minutes. With our luck she will realize she has had too much to drink and retire for the night, or pass out on that log she’s occupying, either way I win.”
“What the fuck are those? Jessie I swear to god if you are drugging her I don’t wanna know where and how. I am OUT!”
“Calm down Ab! Jeez they’re just Tylenol PM’s silly.”
“That sounds stupid and dangerous, she’s been drinking we don’t know if how she’d react to it.”
“Well we do know how she reacts to the 5 percacets she takes daily.”
“Jess, you know that’s different, that’s voluntary.”
“Come on Ab, all you have to do is walk by her and knock her beer out of her hand, Leah will be on hand to offer a new one”
“This is never going to work.”
“Can we try, for me?”
At that moment I signed away my virtual sanity. I had no idea that for the rest of my life I would pay for that mistake. I agreed to my best friend’s desperate plea for help. Even though at the time it sounded preposterous it never sounded deadly.
I will never forget the last Saturday night I spent at Pine Cove. The smoke was billowing out of the treetops tarnishing the perfectly clear night and drawing obvious attention to our secluded clearing. The laughter and gossip spun around my head like stars when a cartoon character is knocked out. I had spent hours getting dolled up and picking out the perfect thing to wear. It was August 28, 1995 and the last official weekend of the summer.
I had visited the very spot almost every weekend my entire high school career. A mixture of upper and under classmen came to an agreement on this neutral playing field. Behind a private golf course amongst acres of woods had become the perfect under cover party spot for teenagers to gather and do what they do best, drink booze and hook up with each other. As long as anyone can remember, this sacred place had been kept under wraps from all local authority and parental units. The irony is that kids will believe that for generations to come, but where do they think their parents hung out?
Upon arrival PC was flooded with the regulars, the up and coming freshman classes, and guests from surrounding towns. Anyone who knew anyone was there that monumental night. I remember seeing Jessie right away and being relieved that I hadn’t arrived before my friends. Jessie was talking to Leah, dramatically flailing her arms about as if that would actually make her exaggerated story believable. Jessie was a drama queen she ate, breathed and dreamed gossip. I had known Jessie for almost 12 years by then and that aspect of her had never changed a bit. Jessie and I met in grade school, our last names both began with “P” so it made sense. Up until high school we sat next to each other and stood behind each other in every line, class, and event the two of us participated in. Jessie had always been a bit of a tomboy but slowly came into her womanhood after 9th grade. Jessie’s long stringy brunette mop had magically transformed into a shoulder length, highlighted coif the summer right before sophomore year. Her dad had remarried and her new step mother was some what of a high maintenance woman herself. Along with the new hairstyles came new developments, clothes and shoes. I think she even started wearing make-up that summer. Throughout the years her transformation had been forgotten and Jessie would always be remembered.
“Nice of you two to start without me.”
“Well Ab, if for once in your lifetime you had been on time you would have had the honor of opening my first beer.”
“Well Jess, not all of us roll out of bed looking so Vogue.”
“Leah tells me Chance Pennington broke it off with Ally Winter, now you know I have had my eye on him since the freshman year Homecoming.”
I paused for a minute before I responded to her upcoming plot, but for one second I thought I had witnessed evil in her eyes. The fire danced in her dark eyes as she marveled in their break up. Jessie had always had a thing for Chance, and an even bigger thing against Ally.
“I suppose I shouldn’t even ask this, but what is your plan?”
“Well Abigail I’m glad you did ask, because you are very much involved. Even though all ties are cut Ally has kept a keen eye on him the entire night. We all know she’d flip a freakin pom-pom if she thought I was gonna make a move.”
Junior year Jessie had inadvertently broken Jimmy Winters’ heart. They dated on and off for almost a year. In that time frame Jessie had managed to cheat on him countless times with multiple members of the basketball team, a team which Jimmy was the captain. They had a bad break up and he and his sister vowed Jessie’s reputation would stay tarnished.
“Okay, so how am I involved again? And how many beers have you had?”
Jessie took out a joint and eagerly sparked it. I think she may have been using it to ease her plan on us.
“Well my dear, here is how it is going to go down. We all know that little miss Ally would camp here ‘till dawn if she knew Chance was staying. So… we have to get her to leave a bit earlier than planned.”
Remember before when I said Jessie had always had a thing for Chance? At this point let’s correct that and change “a thing” to an “obsession”. Jessie had fawned over Chance Pennington since he transferred into our seventh grade class from private school. He was tall, athletic and absolutely gorgeous. He had a strong defined jaw bone, dark brown eyes and a smile that could’ve lit up the darkest night. He was smart and funny, a total package. He was always spoken for and when that didn’t work out, he’d pick a lucky lady from the line of girls waiting to jump on him.
“How might I ask are you planning on getting Ally to leave early?”
“Ok, don’t freak out.”
I was immediately stricken with terror. Jessie could sometimes go overboard and when she had something stuck in her head, she never backed down. I, as the best friend always got roped in. Usually when that sentence preceded one of her brilliant ideas, we were really in trouble.
“A simple slip of these little bad boys in her next beer will have her yawning in minutes. With our luck she will realize she has had too much to drink and retire for the night, or pass out on that log she’s occupying, either way I win.”
“What the fuck are those? Jessie I swear to god if you are drugging her I don’t wanna know where and how. I am OUT!”
“Calm down Ab! Jeez they’re just Tylenol PM’s silly.”
“That sounds stupid and dangerous, she’s been drinking we don’t know if how she’d react to it.”
“Well we do know how she reacts to the 5 percacets she takes daily.”
“Jess, you know that’s different, that’s voluntary.”
“Come on Ab, all you have to do is walk by her and knock her beer out of her hand, Leah will be on hand to offer a new one”
“This is never going to work.”
“Can we try, for me?”
At that moment I signed away my virtual sanity. I had no idea that for the rest of my life I would pay for that mistake. I agreed to my best friend’s desperate plea for help. Even though at the time it sounded preposterous it never sounded deadly.