The Princess and the Plague : 23

The Princess and the Plague
Part 23
By Anistasia Allread
Edited by Karen J.

Erika blushed as students walking by laughed, pointed and whispered in her direction. She kept hearing Julian Rock's name uttered as she walked to her locker, Julian Rock, Erika Summers and making out.

“Does everyone know?” Erika asked.

     
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Erika woke up with her alarm and nearly jumped out of bed to see if she had been dreaming the whole night's incident. She looked over at the floor and her found her shoes still in the corner.

A smile lit her face as she stretched and slipped out of her nightgown and hopped into the shower.

Erika's mother wasn't anywhere around when she finally emerged from the bathroom and entered the kitchen. She fixed herself toast and poured herself a glass of milk. After finishing her breakfast she still hadn't seen or heard from her mother.

The doorbell rang. Erika put her glass in the sink and opened the door to greet Samantha.

“You're dressed,” Samantha stated the obvious.

“I didn't think I should hide, now that they both know,” Erika stated. She grabbed her duffel and stepped outside with Samantha.

“So tell me about it last night,” Samantha urged.

The two girls walked down the street as Erika divulged the dream-l occurrences of the previous night.

“Shall we stop by Tricia's” Samantha looked to her friend.

“Do you think she'll talk to me?”

“There's only one way to find out.”

The two walked up to the door and knocked.

“Why didn't you just come in?” Tricia looked at Samantha.

“I didn't know if you were open to seeing us.”

Tricia rolled her eyes. She looked at Erika and gave her a tight smile, “You're dressed?”

“My parents know, so I didn't think I needed to hide it,” Erika explained.

Tricia shrugged, “You want to take your stuff home then?”

“If that is okay?” Erika asked.

“Sure.” Tricia's posture was still tight. “I was going to move it over into Leeza's room.”

“Leeza's room?” Erika was surprised.

“She's moving out, she got a job in the city.”

“That's good isn't it?” Samantha asked.

Tricia nodded. “I'm just going to miss her.”

“I'm sorry.” Erika mumbled.

Tricia turned and entered the kitchen to finish her breakfast. “You are already dressed so we may as well hang here until it is time for school.”

The three girls sat in silence as Tricia finished eating her cereal.
 
 

--o0o--

 
 
Erika blushed as students walking by laughed, pointed and whispered in her direction. She kept hearing Julian Rock's name uttered as she walked to her locker, Julian Rock, Erika Summers and making out.

“Does everyone know?” Erika asked.

“Why do you think Tricia is so upset?” Samantha explained.

Erika opened her locker and placed some things inside.

“Um, Erika?” Julian's voice caught her attention. She turned around to meet a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Hi Julian.”

“Ah, hi.” he stepped a bit closer a swirl of his musky scent filled her nostrils bringing back fuzzy memories, “You forgot these at my house the other night.” He said handing her a paper bag.

Erika peered inside with curiosity. She felt her cheeks warm as she spotted her heels and bolero jacket. She hoped she wasn't blushing too badly. “Thanks,” She managed. She stuffed the bag into her locker and turned back to the tall, handsome swimmer.

Did she really make out with this good looking guy? What was she saying? She liked Tricia! She had to mentally stop herself from physically shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Her eyes drifted back to Julian's smiling lips, she wished she could remember how they had felt.

“So, did you have a good time?” he asked. He shook his head, “I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying, you got drunk and were puking, how could that be fun?

Erika giggled, “Other than the puking part, I did have fun.” She admitted.

Julian's eyebrows shot up, “Really? I mean, cool, good, I'm glad.”

Erika just blushed. Other than the puking part, I had fun? She sounded like a dork - a female dork.

“Well, I'd umm...... I hope you'll come over for another party sometime.” Julian looked distracted.

Erika could feel fifty pairs of eyes watching the two of them converse. God, what will they say now? She thought. She forced a smile at Julian, “Yeah, that would be great.”

“Well, see ya.” Julian winked at her again as he stepped back from her locker and continued down the hall.

“I think he likes you.” Samantha smirked.

“He was just returning the stuff I left,” Erika excused.

Samantha just smiled bigger.

Erika was just about to close her locker when a large body slid in real close to her, “So, Erika, you swing both way's huh?” Tyler grinned. “Want to go to homecoming with a football star?”

Erika's heart was beating fast. What had Tricia told her? To turn it around on them. Erika smiled at Tyler, “That sounds like an interesting idea, do you know any football stars?”

“Uh. . . me?” He didn't sound as sure as he had.

Erika just smiled at him, not knowing how else to reply, her heart was like a jackrabbit in her chest.

“Isn't that cute,” Samantha came to the rescue, “Tyler thinks he's a football star.” She giggled.

Erika got the cue and giggled as well, closing her locker and slipping past his dumbfounded look. She joined Samantha as they walked down the hall.

“Oh my God, I can't believe I just did that?” Erika muttered for Samantha's ears.

“You're getting the hang of it,” Samantha nodded. “He did bring up a valid point though.”

“Huh?”

“Homecoming is coming up. You need to decide who you'll be going with and start working your feminine magic to get that person to ask you.”

“Feminine magic?”

Samantha nodded.

“What if I want to go with Tricia?”

Samantha shrugged, “It's not unheard of for two girls to go to the dance together, but most get a male date, or show up unaccompanied.”

“So, I shouldn't go with Tricia?” Erika asked.

“I don't know yet, let me test the waters.”

The two girl parted ways and went to their first classes.

During second period, Erika excused herself and went down to the office. She had only waited a few minutes when she saw her father walk in.

“I'm here to sign my daughter out for a doctor's appointment.” he told the receptionist.

He signed her out and walked out to the truck.

“I didn't see mom this morning,” Erika stated.

“She's still a bit upset.” her dad confirmed her fear, “Hopefully we can get a lot straightened out during the meeting on Saturday.”

“Is she really mad?”

“I don't think she's mad, just upset,” he shrugged, “So how's my girl today?” he smiled at her from behind the wheel. “I'm trying to get get used to saying that.”

“Fine,” Erika smiled back.

“Anything happen this morning at school?”

“Not really,” She shrugged. “One of the Neanderthals from the football team asked me to Homecoming with him.”

“You were asked to Homecoming?” her father's eyes darted from the road to meet hers and then back at the road.

“He's one of the jerks who used to pick on me. There is no way I'm going to Homecoming with him.”

“Oh.” Her father was silent for a moment. “This is kind of strange for me, Erika,” He admitted, “I've only had a daughter for a little more than twelve hours and I'm already having to worry about her dating.”

“I'm not dating.”

“What about Tricia?” he asked.

“She's not speaking to me right now,” Erika explained, “She got into a lot of trouble over Saturday night.”

“Hmmm. Sounds like you have some making up to do.”

“But how?” Erika asked.

“What would you like her to do if you were upset with her?”

Erika thought about it for a while.

“Flowers and a written apology are always a good start.” Mr. Martin suggested.

“I've already apologized.” Erika explained.

“In writing?”

“No.”

“I suggest that you sit down and write her an apology letter tonight,” he pulled into the parking lot, “Don't make excuses, just tell her that you are sorry and how much you care for her,” he paused, “Don't email her with it, hand write it. I can take you over there tonight to deliver it if you'd like.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Erika beamed at her father.
 
 

--o0o--

 
 
“Should we get some lunch before taking you back to school?” Mr. Martin asked his daughter as they walked out of the medical clinic.

“Sure. I'm in no hurry except having to be back for Rally practice.” Erika climbed into the truck.

“Oh, I found someplace for you to go for self defense classes.” Mr. Martin started up the truck and pulled out of the lot. “There is a guy who used to be in a gang in the city. After he served time in jail, he put his life on a different track and now teaches people how to defend their selves.”

“Like Karate and boxing mixed?” Erika asked.

“More like dirty street fighting, using your brains and what you have around you to get out of a tough situation.”

“Sounds scary.”

“Now that you are a girl, I am more adamant about you doing this.”

“Okay, but I can only miss Tuesdays of Rally. I already spoke to Taylor about it.”

“Tuesday's huh?”

Erika nodded as they pulled into Applebee's.

The two walked into the restaurant lobby to meet Mrs. Martin's tight lipped smile. “Hi.” She greeted, eyes darting to Erika then back to her husband.

“Hi mom,” Erika greeted uncertainly.

The hostess arrived to break the uncomfortable situation and seated them. The restaurant was busy with businessmen and women, sitting down for lunch, several groups of women, probably secretaries sat talking and laughing loudly. Another group of what looked to be soccer mom's sat casually enjoying one another's friendship while their kids were in school.

Erika and her mother both ordered salads, while her father ordered some chicken. The waiter smiled warmly at Erika before taking the menus and heading into the noisy kitchen with its clatter of plates and hissing of broilers.

“Erika told me that she missed you this morning,” Mr. Martin tried to encourage communication.

“I left early,” Mrs. Martin replied, “I had some errands to do.”

“Oh?” Mr. Martin looked interested.

“I went to see Dr. Barts to talk to her about this — this situation.”

“And?” Erika's father asked.

“She's relieved that Eric — Erika has spoken to us and told us what is happening. She is still interested in seeing us together on Saturday.”

“What did you talk about?” Mr. Martin asked.

“About my feelings about this change.”

“What are those?” he prompted.

“I don't like it one bit,” Erika's mother stated. She turned to Erika, “People are looking at you, staring at you.”

“I didn't see anything unusual,” Mr. Martin stated, “People, often look when they see two beautiful women pass by.”

“But one of them isn't a woman,” Mrs. Martin protested with a hiss.

“That waiter didn't seem to notice,” Mr. Martin chuckled, “In fact I saw his eyes straying to Erika the whole time he was here.”

Erika felt her face flush, “Daaaad.”

“Honey, this is something that we are all three going to have to work through. I don't want to see Erika alienated like my Aunt Carrie was.”

Erika's mother let out a frustrated breath.

“Did Dr. Barts say why Erika had to give more blood?”

Mrs. Martin was quiet for a moment, “Something about some inconclusive results or something.”

“What kind?” Erika asked.

“I — I don't remember. I was a bit busy dealing with other issues at the moment.” Mrs Martin was a bit short.

“Here we are.” The waiter interrupted, placing everyone's plates down, “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, thank you.” Mr. Martin smiled.

The three ate in silence for a long while, their thoughts drowning out the ordered chaos of the restaurant.

“I'll set up an appointment for us to sit down with your Principal when I drop you off, Erika,” Mr. Martin broke the silence, “I'll also talk to that guy about Tuesday Self Defense classes.”

Erika nodded.

The conversation died again.

“How is your salad?” Mr. Martin asked.

“Good.” Both Erika and her mother answered.

The three went back to eating and avoiding each other's gaze. A loud roar of laughter erupted from the soccer moms catching everyone's attention.

“So have you decided if you want to go to Homecoming?” Erika's father asked.

Erika's mother paused in her eating.

“I really haven't thought too much about it,” Erika admitted.

“You need to figure that out soon. You'll need time to shop for a dress.” her father stated.

Erika's mother grabbed for a glass of water and took two large gulps, then took a couple of deep breaths.

Mr. Martin looked at his wife, “Well, it is something we need to address.”

Erika's mother, her face drained of color just stared off into space for a few moments.

“Well? If I can't have a son on the varsity football team, I can at least hope for a daughter who is in the homecoming court.”

Erika choked on her water, “Daaaad.” She hissed.
 
 

--o0o--

 
 
Mr. Martin climbed into the truck and turned the ignition, “Well, that didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped.”

“She's still pretty upset.” Erika agreed.

“She needs some time,” her father nodded. He pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road. “So, Erika, now that you're out as a girl, how are you doing with your wardrobe?”

“Um. It's kind of small. Samantha and Tricia have been letting me borrow things to wear so that I'm not wearing the same old thing day after day.”

“MmmmHmm.” Mr. Martin nodded, “Okay, well, I'll see what I can do about that. Can you wear some of your boy clothes as part of your wardrobe?”

“Only bits here and there, not really.”

“Hmm.”

They pulled into the school parking lot and parked the truck. “Okay, I'll meet you here right after Rally practice, okay?” it wasn't a question. “You're still grounded, remember.”

“Yes, daddy.” Erika sighed.

The two walked side by side into the school and her dad signed her in. “Have a good afternoon, honey, see you tonight.” he turned to the receptionist, “I need to set up a meeting with the Principal for early next week.”


 



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