After Burn
K.L. Middleton
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1
Mackenzie
Monday September 12th
Grandma Rae pulled her rusty, white 1978 Beetle into the parking lot of Diamond Lake High School. As we drove toward the drop-off area, I already felt scrutiny from the kids walking into the building. I’d heard from my cousin Chloe, who’d graduated the year before, that the school was filled with snobs. I was already picking up on that vibe and hadn’t even stepped out of the car.
“You sure you don’t want me to walk with you to the office?” Grandma Rae asked.
I noticed two girls standing outside of the school, snickering at her beat-up jalopy. If they saw me walking in with my eccentric grandma, who was currently wearing fishing waders, they’d have a field day with that.
“No, thanks. I’ll be fine.”
“Is it because I’m over-dressed?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
I chuckled.
“I suppose I could have waited until I got to the lake to wear my waders. But, my knee was acting up this morning. Easier to get them on when I’m sitting in bed.”
“It’s fine. Collecting bait this morning?”
“Yep. We’re almost out of minnows.”
“That’s right.”
She parked the car next to the curb, reached back for the folder with my school records, and handed everything to me. “Here.”
“Thank you.”
A group of jocks walked passed our car. One of them looked at us and then said something that made the other guys laugh.
Assholes.
I already hated the school and everyone in it.
“You know, since it’s my last year, I could take online classes,” I said, giving them a dirty look.
“Your mother went here. I know she’d want you to attend to. As far as online schooling, that’s the easy way out. You need this more than you know.”
Right, just like I needed a bullet to the head.
“I guess we can agree to disagree,” I mumbled.
She smiled sadly. “I know this isn’t easy, but you’re going to be fine. You’re stronger than you know.”
She was trying to help, but the conversation only reminded me of everything I’d lost. My friends. My home. My parents. My entire life. As much as I loved her, I didn’t want to be in Diamond Lake. I just wanted my old life back.
“Mackenzie?”
“Yeah, I know.”
Her eyes searching mine. “Seriously, you’ve got this.”
I nodded, although I didn’t feel like I had anything. But, I didn’t want to worry her. She’d lost a lot too. My mother, Quinn. Her only daughter. I sometimes heard her crying at night, when she thought I was asleep. She was suffering. She was just better at hiding it.
Grandma Rae reached over and brushed the hair away from my eyes. “Just remember that fate has led you to this moment. What happened was a terrible, terrible thing. It was a slap in the face from that bitch, Destiny. Now, you can let her beat you or you can tell her to fuck off. But, my dear, you are blood of my blood. You’re strong. You’re not just a Dumas, but a Maverick. You can have anything that you desire if you put your mind to it. That includes happiness.”
My grandmother was as tough as nails and her glass was always half full. Her husband, Grandpa Donald, had died from a logging accident, back when my mom and her brothers were very young. Grandma Rae raised four kids on her own and had worked her ass off doing it.
“It’s not that easy.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I sounded like a whiny kid and hated it.
“No, but life wasn’t meant to be easy. At least that’s what I keep telling myself and it’s gotten me this far. I mean, how many women you know run a taxidermy and a bait store? Especially, in these parts with all the sexist pigs and gossipy old hens,” she mused.
They were another reason why my mother had moved away. Still, Diamond Lake was a popular tourist place and Grandma made decent money, so she wasn’t leaving anytime soon. You’d never know though. As well off as she was, Grams lived pretty conservatively. I’d heard my father talk about her hidden money all the time. He always said that she probably had a million dollars tucked away. Mom used to deny it, but I’d been helping Grandma with her bookkeeping and could see that she was indeed doing very well.
Grandma patted my knee. “Now, keep your chin up and don’t let anyone get you down. I know how kids are and sometimes they can be mean to the new one on the block.”
I looked again at the two girls still staring at our car and obviously talking trash. Although it infuriated me, and I was PMSing enough to do something about it, it was my first day. Tomorrow, however, might be a different story. “I’m not worried about it.”
“Oh, before I forget, Chloe said you should check out the Drama Club.”
“I’m not interested in theater anymore.”
She pursed her lips together. “Nonsense. You’ve always loved acting, ever since you were little. And you’re so good at it. I bet you’d land one of the leading roles.”
“I don’t know.” I had a feeling that the Drama Club at Diamond Lake was cliquey and I’d regret joining.
“Give it a chance. I think it will do you good to join some kind of after-school club. It will keep your mind off of everything.”
“Helping you at the bait store can do that, too.”
“That’s different. You shouldn’t give up the things you love because of this bump in the road. Just… think about it.”
I nodded, more to appease her.
The bell rang.
“You’d better get going. Don’t forget to find out which bus you’ll be on.”
“I won’t. Bye.” I opened the door and got out.
“Bye, Kenzie.” She grinned. “Break a leg.”
“Thanks.”
I closed the door and began walking toward the front entrance, feeling all eyes on me. It would have been so much easier if I’d have started last week, like everyone else. I may have blended in by now. But, it was obvious that I stuck out like a sore thumb.
As I was pulling the handle to open the front door, I felt someone touch my ass. I turned around and saw a tall, muscular red-haired guy. He reminded me a little of Ed Sheeran, but with short, spiky hair and a much more angular face.
“Sorry, my bad,” he said with a wicked grin
. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
There were two guys standing next to him and I could tell by their expressions they knew he was full of shit.
I smiled briskly. “I guess you gotta take what you can get when you’re desperate.”
“Ooh, son, you just got flamed…” one of the guys said, cackling with laughter.
Before the toucher could reply, I walked into the school.
2
Chase
I woke up in bed with a hangover and a half-naked chick lying next to me. If I had to be honest, both were pretty ugly. If that shit wasn’t bad enough, I was obviously going to be late for school and I couldn’t afford it. One more Tardy and I’d lose my parking pass.
I shook the woman’s arm. “Hey, Amy. Get up.”
She frowned and opened her eyes. “It’s April,” she said in a dry, gravelly voice.
“Okay, April. What the fuck are you doing here?” I knew I hadn’t invited her to my bed. No fucking way. Crooked teeth, some missing. Smeared, drawn-on eyebrows. Rail-thin body, except for the fake tits. Twitchy, like an addict. Either this was a prank the guys had set up, or I’d hit rock-bottom and needed some serious intervention.
“I didn’t have a ride home.”
Things were starting to come back to me in my half-drunken haze. Sonny, Tyler, Mitch, and I had snuck into a strip club in Lancaster, which was the next town over. Since the place was such a shit-dive, it hadn’t been too hard to walk through the front door. She’d been one of the dancers. I remembered something about her giving Sonny head in the parking lot. Being the horny bastard that he was, he wanted more, so we’d brought her back to party at my place, because my old man was out of town. It had never been my intention to fuck her though. Or, be alone with her. How she ended up in my bed was beyond me.
“Did we have sex?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
She looked amused. “What do you think?”
“No?”
“Bingo.”
I released the breath I’d been holding.
She went on. “But, that’s because you were too drunk. You passed out on me.” She scratched the top of her shiny, red panties. Not because she was horny. She had an itchy fucking crotch.
I felt the bile rise up in my throat. I needed to burn my fucking sheets. I really liked those sheets.
“You need to go. I’m running really late,” I muttered.
“For work?”
“School.”
“Oh, are you a college student?”
“High school,” I replied, hoping that would finally get her ass moving.
She stared at me in shock. “What? How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
I was actually eighteen, but whatever. She had to go.
“Oh my God.” April scrambled out of bed and began pulling her shredded, jean shorts on. “This is horrible. I can’t believe… look, don’t you dare tell anyone about this.”
“It’s our secret.” I would carry it to my grave.
She reached down and picked up a yellow, sequined tank top. “Seventeen. I guess it could be worse. So, what about the other guys?”
“Same age as me.”
She groaned. “How did you boys even get into the bar?”
I grabbed a shirt out of my closet and pulled it off of the hanger. “Does it matter?”
“I guess not. What’s your address? I need to call an Uber.”
“Not a good idea. My old man should be coming home any minute,” I lied. “He can’t see you.”
“Obviously. Can you drop me off somewhere then?”
“Nope. I’m already late. There’s a gas station up the road.”
She looked relieved. “Oh. Okay.”
Fifteen minutes later, I was flying down the road in my Mustang, watching the clock and swearing at every red light. As luck would have it, I made it to school just in time for my first class. Unfortunately, I realized pretty quickly that I’d forgotten to do my homework and it was still in my locker.
Ms. Haven, my Physics teacher, wasn’t happy when I told her where it was. “Did you finish the assignment?”
“Most of it,” I replied, sitting on the corner of her desk. I smiled and nodded toward her blue blouse. “You know, that color really brings out your eyes. You should wear more of it.”
Ms. Haven blushed. “Go and get your homework, Mr. Adams. Make sure it’s completed and in my basket by the end of the day.”
“Absolutely.” I nodded toward the red apple on her desk. I’d forgotten to eat and was starting to feel lightheaded. Especially after last night’s drunk-fest. “What kind of apple is that?”
“I don’t know. A Gala. Why?”
“I missed breakfast this morning. It looks really good right now.”
The teacher looked amused. “Go ahead. Take it.”
I grabbed the apple, pulled the edge of my T-shirt up and polished it with the fabric. When I glanced at Ms. Haven, she seemed to be fixated on the apple. Or, maybe it was my abs. Considering that she was pretty hot for a teacher, I didn’t exactly mind. I’d been with older women before. Some of them had mad skills.
I grinned. “Thanks. I owe you one.”
Looking a little flushed, Ms. Haven and picked up her pen. “No problem. Just, get your homework and hurry back please.”
I stood up and walked away from her desk, winking at Sonny who was smirking.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” he mimicked quietly. “The big one.”
Laughing, I flipped him off.
3
Mackenzie
After checking in at the office, I was told that I’d be given a tour of the school by another senior named Sara Jenkins. I learned that she was part of the student council and school newspaper.
“Also, you’ll need to read the Student Regulation book and pay close attention to the Dress Code,” the principal, Art Bowers, said with a disapproving look at my jeans. He was a skinny, balding man with a horrible comb-over and a moustache that curled up at the ends. Like a circus ringmaster. “We do not allow holes in our clothing at this school.”
I glanced down. The rip was small and barely showed any skin.
Give me a break.
He went on. “I’ll allow it this time, considering it’s your first day. However, in the future you’ll be sent home to change.”
I smiled. “I can go home now and change.”
Anything to leave.
“No. That’ won’t be necessary. Just keep our Dress Code in mind when you return tomorrow.”
I sighed.
“Here’s your schedule and a padlock for your locker. Obviously, it’s a good idea not to share it with anyone.”
“Right.”
“Also, your lunch time will be at eleven-thirty. You’re not allowed to leave the school grounds for food or anything else, unless it’s approved through the office.”
“Okay.”
A tall girl with light brown hair and glasses walked into the office. When she saw us, she smiled.
“Sara. Good. This is Mackenzie Dumas. Mackenzie, this is Sara Jenkins,” Principal Bowers said.
“Hi,” we both said in unison.
The principal looked at his watch. “Okay, then. You’d better get going. Your first hour teacher knows that you’re going to be late, Mackenzie.” He looked at Sara. “Just give her a quick tour. No dilly dallying.”
“Yes, sir.” She looked at me. “Ready?”
I nodded and picked up my backpack before following Sara out of the office.
“Nice guy,” I said dryly.
She chuckled. “Yeah. He’s pretty harmless. Unless you get on his bad-side. I’ve heard him yell so loudly in his office that the glass shook.”
The guy looked like such a dweeb, it was hard to believe.
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So, where are you from?” she asked.
“New York.”
“Oh, wow. I’ve always wanted to visit there. Where in New York?”
> “Santa Clara.”
“Really? Why did you move to Diamond Lake?”
I’d expected the question and probably would have asked the same thing in her shoes. I just wasn’t ready to talk about it. I told her the truth without giving anything away. “My grandmother lives here. She wanted me to come and stay with her.”
Her eyes widened. “And your parents didn’t mind?”
It took me a couple of seconds to reply. I hadn’t expected such a nosy follow-up question. “They didn’t have a lot to say about it.”
Fortunately, my answer was solid enough and the rest of the conversation centered on school.
After giving me a quick tour of the cafeteria, library, and gym, she showed me which hallways contained most of the senior classes. As she was talking, I noticed a muscular guy, with broad shoulders, digging in his locker. He turned, looked in our direction, and the world came to a standstill.
I swallowed.
“Hi, Chase,” Sara said in a breathy voice.
He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, which was wavy on top and short on the sides.
Lord have mercy.
Handsome wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe the dark-haired stranger staring back at us.
“Hey. What’s up?” he replied.
“Just showing the new girl around.”
Chase stared at me curiously.
I knew I should say something, but I couldn’t seem to move my lips.
Or breathe.
All I could do was drink him in. Bluish green eyes framed by thick lashes, a hawk-like nose, a scruffy square jawline, and a body that belonged on a Bowflex commercial.
Not as equally affected, he turned away, going back to whatever he was doing in his locker. “Have fun.”
She laughed nervously. “Thanks.”
We walked past him and when we were out of earshot, Sara whispered, “That’s Chase Adams. By far the hottest guy in school.”
I glanced back over my shoulder and watched as he slammed his locker and walked away. I noticed a slight swagger in the way he moved, making him even sexier.
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