Wherefore Art Thou Cunningham?
Chapter 6 posted!
Preview:
Eddie’s back straightened to the sound of clip-clopping heels setting an angry pace outside the principal's office, a shrill voice echoing in the empty corridor.
“What was the point in me coming down here, if you were just going to change your mind? Silly girl. Did I mention I missed my aerobics class for you?”
And Eddie’s survival instincts weren’t the best, granted, but he knew to duck out behind the water fountain before Chrissy and her mother rounded the corner, straining his neck to peek over the sink.
“I’m sorry, mom.”
“Well, it’s done now. You’ve made your decision I suppose. But Chrissy. Look at me. Christine. You will not embarrass this family again, do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“I’ll try-”
“-not good enough. You won’t embarrass yourself, or the family again. I need you to promise me that, or I’m marching back in there and taking you out of the play for good.”
“I won’t... I promise.”
“Are you chewing gum?”
“No?”
To Eddie’s abject horror, he watched the woman claw at the girl’s jaw to inspect it, like she was a three year old hiding a marble in her mouth. Satisfied that she hadn’t been lied to, she then began picking at the lint on her peter pan collar, inspecting the chipping nail varnish on one of her daughter’s fingernails, turning her around to ‘fix’ her ‘crooked’ ponytail. Eddie was now wide-eyed-blinking at the fucking audacity of the woman. If anyone, even Wayne, manhandled him like this, he’d cuff them. But Chrissy just looked resigned to being her mother’s doll. A defeated expression painted on that beautiful porcelain face.
When Laura turned around, Eddie became aware that he had risen to a full-on stand.
In full view.
Of them both.
And instead of, oh I don’t know, using the water fountain, he followed his less than stellar instinct of scrambling back to hide behind it.
The clip clopping sound got louder. He had multiple choices: a) apologize for eavesdropping and walk away b) pretend he’d dropped something on the floor c) do nothing
c probably wasn’t the right answer, but he’d always sucked at multiple choice questions.
Lucky for him, she obviously deemed him unworthy of even confronting, because apart from a look of pure disgust, she didn’t transform into a kruthik parasite and chew his head off. And honestly, he was surprised. When her heels clip-clopped to a stop beside his pathetic, crouched frame, all Eddie could do was cower and smile with closed teeth.
She sighed and uttered something about what a ‘mistake public school was’ under her breath. That felt rather pointed. When the door slammed shut behind her, his shoulders sagged in relief.
Until-
“Eddie?” Ah, Chrissy Cunningham. The angel, the nymph, the sun to his east. And he was covered in dust bunnies, holding his knees to his chest behind the water cooler.
“Cunningham.” He brushed himself off, casually. Leaning like the debonair rapscallion that he was, on the sink. The wet sink. His hand, of course, immediately slipped, and he staggered before righting himself.
“What’s up?”
“Good acoustics down there?” She asked with a wry smile.
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