Caroline, The Exchange Student Pt. 02

I glared at him.

"Come on," Dallas whined, "you sound like a broken record..."

He picked up a small rock sitting next to the train rails and tossed it into the water.

It went "sploosh" like a falling drip.

"She wouldn't," I echoed.

My phone chirped. I fished it out of my pocket while Dallas stood-up.

He looked around and pulled a neatly rolled joint from his shirt pocket.

My phone read:

Received: 6:45pm

Lisa Dennis: Call me! hurry!

I put the phone down and looked at Dallas. He lit the joint and inhaled.

The smoke whirled around his face. The setting sun behind him highlighted the ghastly smoke tendrils.

He handed me the joint. The smell hurt my nose and I wrinkled my face.

"Nah," I said, knowing it would only bring me down.

"Suit yourself," Dallas said, taking a deeper hit.

"More for me."

He held the hit and did that funny voice stoners make.

"Who was that?" he said, exhaling then, coughing.

"Lisa," I said.

"And..." Dallas said, thumping ash over the side.

"She wants me to call her, that's all," I said.

"-Oh," Dallas said, spitting over the side.

He wiped his mouth with his shoulder. He tapped my shoulder and looked down at me.

"She still likes you," he said, forcing a smile.

I shifted my weight, then stood up. I dusted off my butt and hands. I looked at Dallas.

His eyes were already getting red.

I put my hands on my hips.

"Hey, you wanna know something about me and Lisa...?" I said, thinking about her nice lips, and tongue -flicking my cock.

"Sure," Dallas said.

I looked around and moved closer to him. He leaned in.

"Nah," I said, pulling away from him.

"What?" he said throwing the joint on the wooden deck of the train-tracks. It smoked.

"No...no...no..." he said.

"Now, you gotta tell!"

I stood there smiling.

"Come on, man!" he begged.

I looked down and kicked one of the rails.

"Ok," I said, "well, the other night, at your party..."

My phone rang. I looked at it.

"What?" Dallas pleaded, his hands ran through his blond hair.

I put up my hand and looked at my phone.

It read:

incoming call...

Lisa Dennis

I pushed the answer button.

"Fuck," Dallas complained, walking away.

"Hello?" I said.

"Jamie, I've been trying to reach you, text you..." she said.

"Yeah, so," I said, looking at Dallas who, put his middle finger in my face.

I pushed him away.

"I know where Caroline is," she said.

I froze. The sky started spinning. I stepped back. I could barely form the words.

"W-what?"

Dallas looked at me.

"Who are you talking to?" he said.

My knees felt weak and I breathed in-deep.

"Say that again," I mumbled, my stomach knotted.

I broke into a run, but the car seemed so far away. It was parked half a mile down the tracks, by the old, abandoned syrup factory.

Dallas said something but I didn't care.

"Where," I said huffing and running.

"Ok!" I said, and hung-up.

Dallas ran behind me. My chest felt like it was going to explode.

I headed towards the car.

COMING SOON

in

EPISODE 3: Reconciliation

I looked over at Dallas. He glared at me real hard. Without a warning, he punched me.

I saw stars.

That asshole!

My face hurt right under my left eye.

Dallas swerved.

He hit the brakes, they locked for a second then, we spun around in huge circles all over the road. I screamed.

The on-coming car blared its horn then, it clipped our tail.

We skidded into the ditch for what seemed like a long time. We slammed into the ditch with a sick, heavy thud.

Blackness washed over me...