The Princess and the Plague : 39

The Princess and the Plague
Part 39
By Anistasia Allread
Edited by Edeyn

“Julian we need to talk.” Erika stated.

“Okay. When?”

“Now.” Erika took his hand and pulled him down the hall. “You come too.” She called to Krystal. The friend from camp looked nervously around as she followed them through a door that lead outside.

     
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Previously. . .

“Do you like kissing Tricia?”

Erika didn't even hesitate. “Yes.”

“Do you have feelings for both Tricia and Julian?”

Erika shook her head. “No. I like Julian, but I have feelings for Tricia. It's just when I'm with Julian, SOMETHING FEELS STRANGE.”

“Strange? How?”

“I don't know, exactly. He is the only guy I've been attracted to. But Tricia. . . Tricia knows me. She's like the other half of me. I know this now. She loves me, and . . . . I love her.”

And now we continue. . .
 
 
Chapter 39
 
 
Erika's mother was very quiet on the ride to school. Erika didn't have much to say so she kept to herself. She was going to have a lot of running around to do at lunch and after school to gather up missed assignments. So far she had been able to keep up with her school work, but it was getting harder and harder the more she missed for different appointments.

The car stopped at a red light.

“Erika, I'm sorry that you felt uncomfortable at church yesterday.” her mother continued to watch the traffic light. “I did not set that up or even know that they were going to preach about that topic.”

Erika kept quiet.

“Tell you what.” She looked at her child. “You can pick the churches for now on.”

“I think I might want to go back to the catholic church.” Erika voiced.

Her mother nodded. “Alright, but I would like to try a few other churches as well.”

“Okay.”

Her mom drove on to the school.

“I need to sign you in, right?” Mrs. Martin checked.

“Yes.” Erika nodded.

They parked in the ten minute parking space and both entered the school.

“Shall I pick you up after school?” Mrs. Martin signed her in at the office.

“No. I'll walk home after cheer practice.” Erika corrected.

“No dancing.” her mother's voice took on that stern mother's tone.

“I know, I know.” Erika rolled her eyes.

Her mother gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “I will love you, no matter what.” she stated before leaving.

“What period is it?” Erika asked the secretary.

“You've got just a few minutes before lunch.”

“Thanks.” Erika took her hall pass and headed down to her classroom.

She slipped into the classroom, waved the hall pass at the instructor, who nodded with a smile, and quietly took her seat.

“Where have you been?” Krystal whispered.

“To see Dr. Barts.” Erika whispered back.

“How did it go?”

“Okay. What did I miss?”

“Not much. Julian has been asking about you.”

“Oh?”

Krystal nodded.

The bell rang. The two friends gathered their books and entered the mob of bodies heading towards the lunch room.

“Are rumors going wild?” Erika asked.

“Some were this morning, but either Julian or Tricia killed them. The last rumor I heard was that Tricia was something stupid about why Tricia cut her hair.”

“What was it?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Someone said that Tricia was joining the Neo-Nazi's.” Krystal rolled her eyes. “Told you it was stupid.”

Julian smiled at her as she walked down the hall towards him and Stan.

“How are you feeling today?” Julian asked.

“Better than yesterday.”

He leaned in for a kiss. Erika turned her head, allowing him to kiss her on the cheek. He pulled back with a confused and slightly hurt look on his face.

“Julian we need to talk.” Erika stated.

“Okay. When?”

“Now.” Erika took his hand and pulled him down the hall. “You come too.” She called to Krystal. The friend from camp looked nervously around as she followed them through a door that lead outside.”

“What's going on?” Julian's eyes flicked from Erika's to Krystal and Stan's then back to Erika's. Krystal and Stan stood next to the door trying to give the two space without being too far.

“Julian I like you. I like you a lot.” Erika told him.

“I like you too.”

“But I love Tricia.” Erika stated. “I love her more than anything right now, and it's not fair to you. You have done everything that a girl could want from a guy, but as much as I like you, You aren't my soul mate. When you enter the room, my heart quickens. But when Tricia enters, it skips a beat and then flutters.”

Julian looked away, hurt.

“I would like nothing more than for my heart to flutter for you, Julian. You. . . well, you are incredible and will make some girl very lucky. I'm just not the one.”

Julian nodded.

“I'm going through a lot of shit right now. I may be going in for brain surgery soon.” Erika explained.

“When?” Julian asked.

“I'm not sure yet.” Erika bit her lower lip. “The other night you stated that you would be anything I needed right now.”

Julian nodded. “That still stands, Erika.”

“I need a friend. A good friend. A guy friend who can help me and my girlfriends get through this.”

Julian nodded understanding.

“Can you be a friend who happens to be a knight in shining armor?”

“If that is what this damsel in distress needs, yes.” Julian smiled.

Erika stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you Julian. Thank you.”

Julian wrapped his long, strong arms around her and held her close for a long moment.

“Okay, I need food, and then I need to get my homework.” Erika said pulling out of his embrace and including Krystal and Stan in her smile.
 

--o0o--

 
“See, I told you she'd make it.” Samantha nudged Tricia.

Erika put her salad down on the table. She leaned down, cupping the back of Tricia's head and kissed her hard in front of the whole school.

“Wow.” Tricia blinked. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Erika smiled. She ran her long nails through Tricia's short hair savoring its texture. “I just wanted you to know how much I love you.”

“I think the whole school knows now.” Victoria shook her head in wonderment.
 

--o0o--

 
After school at cheer practice, Erika got started on the posters for the upcoming game. She brought out large sheets of poster paper, markers and paint and began drawing a mean looking warthog charging over a patriot.

“Damn girl. I didn't know you could draw.” Taylor looked down at what Erika had drawn.

“I haven't had a whole lot of time to do much of it lately.” Erika sighed.

“You're really good.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you do other art things too?'

“Like what?” Erika asked.

“Like T-shirts and stuff?”

“I haven't though much about it, why?”

“It would be cool to have shirts made up for the squad. Or perhaps have a bunch of shirts made up so that we can sell them to the student body as a fund raiser.”

Erika shrugged.

“Think about it. With your talent, I'm sure a lot of people would be walking around wearing Warthog shirts.
 

--o0o--

 
“Call me when you get home.” Erika waved to Samantha. She closed the door and stripped out of her jacket, gloves and set her backpack against the stairs.

“How was your day?” Mrs. Martin asked from the kitchen.

“It went better than expected. I have a lot of homework though.”

“Dinner will be ready as soon as your father gets home, which will be in about fifteen minutes. Why don't you wash up and set the table, please.”

“Okay.” Erika washed her hands and began her chore.

“I set up an appointment for you to see Dr. Lipdick tomorrow.” Her mother stirred a pot of chili.

“What time?” Erika sighed.

“After school. I figured you have missed enough classes in the past couple of weeks.”

“Thanks.”

“Dr. Arts told me to set it up. Did you not want to talk to him?”

“I do. I'm just tired.”

“I'm home.” Mr. Martin announced from the entryway. “Smells good, what's for dinner?”

“Chili, cornbread, and salad.” Mrs. Martin said greeting her husband with a kiss.

“Mm mm — mm.”

Erika ladled some chili into a bowl, added some cheese and a dollop of sour cream and sat at he table and stirred it all up.”

“I've got some bad news.” Mr. Martin announced as he sat down with his bowl of chili.”

“What?” Mrs. Martin asked.

“My work is sending me out of town for two weeks on a business trip.”

“Can't you get out of it?” Mrs. Martin asked.

“No. I tried.” he shook his head. “It's a big project and I am the most knowledgeable one on this area in the company.”

“But I thought you were done traveling for them.” Mrs. Martin protested.

“I had hoped so too, but we can't afford to lose this account in this economy. I've got to go.”

Oh God, Erika thought. Please don't do this to me now. Please don't strand me here alone with my mother like this.


 
To Be Continued...



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