Jesse Bryan Holmes (jackedupwere) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-04-05 23:31:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | grumpy |
Entry tags: | jesse |
Week Seven. Tuesday Afternoon. Narrative
Despite the fact for getting in trouble for skipping class on Friday, Jesse didn't leave his room on Monday like he said he wouldn't. He spent his time wallowing in self-pity and further questioning his sexuality. Like if he could not lie, maybe he really was gay and he just never knew. He forced himself to go to class on Tuesday but he ended up skipping probably his most important class, Inner Beast Control because he couldn't take the stares he was getting. Most of it was probably imagined. Never mind the fact that all the comments in his journal were positive. He couldn't even respond to Charlie. Even though Charlie wasn't going to judge him, Jesse looked up to the vampire despite the fact people advised the opposite.
Coming back to his room, Jesse slammed his door and tossed his backpack to the side. He made a beeline for his computer and began to do some "research". This included looking at pictures of women and men trying to decide which he liked more. He found it was difficult to discern what was a memory and what he was feeling at the time. After an hour or so later, his cellphone rang the theme of the Imperial March; the parents. His heart leaped into his throat because his parents called him on the weekends not during the week. Jesse had a feeling that his parents found out about the overdraft fee.
Sighing to get himself mentally prepared for facing his parents, he flipped open his phone and took a deep breath, "Hello?"
Immediately, the sound of what was a Colonel giving orders to battalion, "YOU OVERDRAFTED OVER 300 DOLLARS?!"
"Hello to you too, dad," Jesse snapped back.
"Don't start with me, boy," the Colonel yelled back. Jesse winced at the use of the word boy. His father used that word when he was especially pissed off. It was usually then that one could hear the slight southern accent in his father's voice. "You have exactly five seconds to tell me what happened... one... two... three-"
Jesse cut in to explain, "It's a long story, dad! I think I was cursed!"
Although the Colonel found himself speechless to that proclamation, Jesse could hear him seething on the other end. Jesse continued to explain, "My friend thinks I pissed off a witch so she or he cursed me to constantly tell the truth and act like a flaming gay. I don't feel that way anymore but I went shopping and didn't watch what I spent!"
"You didn't watch what you spent. That must have been some curse. Unless it was a curse that was supposed to impair your judgment too, you still have no excuse. You KNOW that I have to have a good credit rating for my job! What you did was careless!"
"I know, dad. I have no excuse."
"Who did you piss off, boy?"
"The only person I angered that I know of is not even a witch!"
"She could have friends! What did you do to her?"
"I drew on her face when she was in stone form, sleeping," Jesse admitted to.
"What are you? Twelve?" The Colonel replied with an edge to his tone. Anger still flowed through his words but he was calm enough to make a little of a conversation. "You're going to be SIXTEEN in December! Why don't you try giving her flowers instead!"
"Dad, it isn't like that!"
"Bullshit. I was a fifteen year old boy once! I don't know anything about curses. Your new world is completely strange to me but from what you're telling me, the aim of the curse is to make a fool out of you NOT to drain your account. That was YOUR fault, boy." Since the Colonel's specialty was intel, he was trained to see the outcome of events and translate the cause and make predictions. What would be the purpose to make someone tell the truth and to act like a flaming homosexual? It would be to ruin someone's reputation or to make them look stupid even if it is only in the victim's eyes. In a much quieter voice, his father said forcefully, "Put me on speaker..."
Jesse had a feeling what was bound to happen next. He did as he was told and placed the phone on his night stand. He stood at attention and said, "Done, dad..."
In a deep, commanding voice, the Colonel intoned, "Front leaning rest position, move!" Jesse squatted down and kicked his legs out into the push up position. "In cadence!"
"In cadence!" Jesse echoed back unenthusiastically.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BOY!"
"IN CADENCE!"
"One! Two! Three!" Jesse went down on one and up on two and back down on three.
Coming back up, Jesse echoed back loudly, "ONE!"
"One! Two! Three!"
"TWO!"
Thus continued until Jesse called out 7-5. There were a few times Jesse thought he could cheat and lay on his stomach but his dad, who had uncanny senses, yelled at him, "GET OFF THE GROUND!" And he pushed back up. After the count of 7-5, Jesse's dad intoned, "THE FLUTTER KICK!"
"The... Flutter... kick," Jesse panted out as he could feel his arms burn. He knew he deserved this smoking session.
"THE FLUTTER KICK!" The Colonel repeated.
"THE FLUTTER KICK!" Jesse yelled out again as he stayed in the front leaning rest position, his arms shaking.
"Starting position move!"
Jesse got on his back and held his legs straight out in front of him, six inches off the ground.
"In cadence!"
"IN CADENCE!"
"One! Two! Three!"
Jesse began kicking his legs in beat, "One!" This continued to about 4-5 count. Once again, Jesse attempted to rest his legs on the ground but once again, his father called out, "FEET OFF THE GROUND!"
After Jesse called out, "4-5" the Colonel called out, "Six inches!" Jesse held his feet out and above the ground six inches. He seethed with pain. The muscles that were excersized in the flutter kick were particularly weak for males.
"Listen up, boy. KEEP THEM AT SIX INCHES!" the Colonel said as Jesse began to lower his legs. Sweat poured down Jesse's cheeks, "I can pay the overdraft fees but you WILL pay me back. There has to be some sort of job on that island you can get. You will not be getting any money from me for at least six months. It's time you learn the value of money and hard work. Apparantly a weekend allowance didn't teach you anything." At this time Jesse whimpered with pain and gasped out a weak affirmation.
"What was that, boy? The reception is bad!" The Colonel replied with a hint of mischief in his voice and in Jesse's opinion, sadistic.
"YES, SIR!" Jesse cried out through his teeth. Flutter kicks sucked and holding his legs out straight out at six inches above the ground hurt like hell.
"Relax," the Colonel seemed to not be as angry as he originally was. "You can get up now, son."
Jesse sat up and took his phone off speaker, "Is there anything else, Dad?"
"Just don't piss off anyone else," he muttered.
There was about five minutes of small talk before the father and son decided to part ways. After hanging up the phone, Jesse collapsed on his bed incredibly sore. Oh that really sucked. Now, he had to leave his room to get a job. The mall was probably a good place to work.