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Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?	By : JustMeAgain Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 1631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~~~~~ 1994 ~~~~~
Jack stared at his handiwork in the bathroom mirror. On his chest, over his heart, he’d used the tip of his switchblade to carve ‘Scarlet.’ It was still swollen and hadn’t scabbed over yet, but it wasn’t bleeding at least. It was the last day of school, and it was also four weeks exactly since they’d been officially boyfriend and girlfriend. He didn’t know what he’d been so scared of. Nothing had changed between them. Well, they had sex whenever the opportunity arose, which was quite frequently. Not quite as often this week, though. They’d both had finals, and he’d been especially concerned with doing well on his geometry exam. His father didn’t make idle threats, and the last thing Jack wanted was to spend his summer doing schoolwork. Scarlet hadn’t been feeling too good either. She looked tired, but he figured it was because they hadn’t been sleeping much. Up until the past week he’d snuck over to her house every night. They’d made love and slept together, and he’d snuck back into his house in time to shower, change clothes and eat breakfast.
Jack massaged some A&D ointment onto the wound, pressed a piece of gauze over it and taped it in place. He quickly buttoned his dress shirt and tucked it into his pants. Once they both finished their finals they were heading out to the old polo grounds to celebrate their summer freedom and their anniversary. He knew Scarlet would be thrilled to see her name carved into his chest. He hurried from the house, avoiding both his parents, and met her at the end of the driveway. She looked paler than normal, but she wore a gorgeous smile. "Good morning, beautiful." He crawled up into the driver’s seat. "You ready to get out of the hell hole today?" He jerked the car into drive and hit the gas. The Jeeplette leapt forward, and she grabbed at the dash and covered her mouth. "You alright?" He slowed down. After a few seconds she nodded her head and swallowed.
"Too much caffeine. It’s making me queasy." She burped and made a pained face.
"Want to stop and get some Alka-Seltzer or something?" He frowned. Her being sick wasn’t in the plans for today.
"Mm, no, I’m good I think. I just want to get my finals done. I can rest afterward while I’m waiting for you." The school day had been broken into three one hour and fifteen minute blocks with a fifteen minute break between the second and third blocks. Scarlet’s finals had fallen during the first two blocks, but his open block was in the middle. She’d promised she’d wait for him, and he’d assured her he wouldn’t be long. His last final exam was in chemistry, his best subject, and, once you’d completed the test, you were free to leave. "Besides, I’m not ruining our celebration. I snuck a bottle of wine and some food." She pointed out the basket she’d packed and stuck in the back seat.
"Tough chick. I’ll meet you back here at the Jeeplette once you’re finished with your French final. We’ll spend the break together." He suggested.
"D’accord." She winked at him.
"I love it when you speak French, Scarlet." He purred and pulled her against his body for a kiss.
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I felt sick as a dog, but as long as Jack was with me I didn’t care. As soon as I got to my first final, though, I wanted to just crawl onto the floor and sleep. Luckily I was good with both history and French, and I’d studied copiously. I was supremely grateful for the popular multiple choice ‘bubble’ tests the teachers favored. I was in no shape for writing essays. Filling in little circles with a number two pencil was taxing enough. I attributed my sluggishness to all the sleepless nights Jack and I had been spending together. We’d both had so much studying to do for finals we’d cooled off a bit the past week. I’d been sleeping from eight to ten hours a night, and I was still exhausted. I wondered if I might be coming down with mono. It was called the kissing disease, and Jack and I had been doing more than our fair share of kissing. I determined I would look it up in one of the medical encyclopedias in the school’s library. I didn’t really know anything about it, but I was fairly certain Jack had to have it to give it to me.
I turned in my final and headed into the hallway. I had twenty minutes to kill before my French final. I shuffled through the hall to Jack’s geometry classroom. I peeked in through the open door, but Jack was too busy to notice me. I moved away, intent of going to the library, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. Mrs. Glenn, our guidance counselor, directed me toward her office. "Miss McClure, students are to report to either the cafeteria or the library once they’ve finished an exam." She said once she’d shut her office door. The smugness in her voice made me want to hit her.
"I was on my way to the library. I was only stopping long enough to see if my boyfriend was done."
"Sit." She nodded toward the chair beside her immaculate desk. If I hadn’t been so tired I might have refused. As it was, it was the last day of school and I just wanted to get this over with. "So Jack Napier is your boyfriend? I’ve noticed the two of you spending time together." She settled her frumpy frame into her chair and folded her hands on her stomach. I mustered up the strength to shrug, but I wasn’t admitting anything to the nosey bitch. "Don’t feel like talking?" She questioned.
"Not really."
"That’s fine. I need you to do more listening than talking anyhow. You’re generally a good student, Rebecca. You get above average grades, yet you’re letting Jack Napier lead you down the wrong path. You’ve missed classes or slept through them, you’ve displayed a lack of interest in your studies and extracurricular activities..."
"Am I being punished for not being a cheerleader?" I couldn’t help asking.
"No. You’re being warned. Jack Napier is a troubled young man. You are not without problems of your own. I can assure you dating is not a sensible idea for the two of you. I’m sure it all seems very romantic and dramatic, but two damaged psyches, when combined, do not equal a stable relationship. You’re a bright girl, Miss McClure. I suggest you use those smarts and distance yourself from Jack before it’s too late."
"Too late? What gives you the right to interfere in my personal life?" I was proud of how calmly I was handling the situation. I wanted to rip her eyes out of her head and make her eat them, but I kept my cool. She still seemed shocked by my reaction.
"As your guidance counselor it’s my duty to look after your welfare."
"Are you a licensed therapist?"
"I’ve had training..."
"It’s your job to schedule my classes, not tell me who to date. I have a French exam." I stood abruptly. I stormed from the office into the swarm of students heading for their second exams. I immediately spotted Jack’s blond head above most the others, and he seemed to sense my gaze. He turned and saw me, saw I looked upset. He elbowed and shoved his way through the crowd until he could get his arm around my shoulders.
"What’s wrong, Scarlet?" He asked softly in my ear. His voice made me feel safe again, and the relief brought tears to my eyes. "Scarlet?"
"I’m fine. I just got in an argument, but I won it, I think. Come on, I have to get to my French final." I tried to brush it off for now. Jack let it go and held me tighter. "How did geometry go?" I changed the subject.
"I had to work at it, but I think I did okay."
"Cool. I want you all to myself this summer." I leaned into him as we came to a stop by the door to the classroom.
"We’ll really raise some hell this summer, beautiful. Just wait." He grinned at me. He bent his head to kiss me, and I could feel the eyes on us. I kissed him even harder, and he groaned, letting his hands slide over my backside.
"Alright, cool it, Casanova." Monsieur Harlan, my French teacher, cut our kiss short. The hint of amusement in his tone brought out Jack’s playfulness.
"I was helping her study French." He teased.
"Nice try, but we’re studying a different dialect in this class." Monsieur Harlan kidded back and ushered me inside.
"Bonne chance, cherè." Jack wished me good luck before the door separated us.
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