My Soul to Steal
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Great. Awesome time to succumb to culture shock. Hed been fine taking orders twenty minutes earlier, when there was no crowd. Here. Ill take orders, you fill them. I stepped firmly between him and the register and shoved an empty popcorn bucket into his hands.
Alec scowled like hed snap at me, then just nodded and turned toward the popcorn machine without a word.
I took several orders and filled the cups, but when I turned to grab popcorn from Alec, I found him staring at the machine, holding an empty bucket, like hed rather wear it on his head than fill it.
Alec I took the bucket from him and half filled it. This is really not a good time for a breakdown. I squirted butter over the popcorn, then filled it the rest of the way and squirted more butter. You okay?
He frowned again, then nodded stiffly and grabbed another bucket.
I handed popcorn across the counter to the first customer and glanced up to find Emma jogging across the lobby toward me. Hey, Pecker sent me to bail you out, she said, and several sixth graders giggled as she hopped up on the counter and swung her legs around to the business side. She thumped to the floor, and I started to thank heruntil my gaze fell on four more extralarge buckets of popcorn now lined up on the counter.
What the hell?
I turned the register over to Emma and picked up a medium paper bag, stepping close to Alec so the customers wouldnt hear me. Theyre not all ordering extralarge, Alec. You have to look at the ticket. I handed him a ticket for a medium popcorn and a large Coke, then scooped kernels into the bag. Didnt they have tickets in the eighties? Or popcorn?
Alec frowned. This job is petty and pointless. He dropped into a squat to examine the rows of folded bags and stacked buckets.
Um, yeah. I filled another bag in a single scoop. Thats why they give it to students. And forty-five-year-old cultural infants.
Alec had been nineteen when he crossed into the Netherworldthe circumstances of which he still wasnt ready to talk aboutbut hadnt aged a day while he was there.
Whats his problem? Emma asked, as I handed her the medium bag.
Hes just tired. Em didnt know who he really was, because I didnt want her to find out that hed once possessed her body in a desperate attempt to orchestrate his own rescue from the Netherworld. She thought he was a friend of the family, crashing on our couch while he saved up enough money for a place of his own and some online college classes.
When I turned back to Alec, I found him leaning with his palms on the counter, staring at the ground between his feet.
Alec? You okay? I put one hand on his shoulder, and he jumped, then stared at melike Id appeared out of nowhere. He shook his head like he was shaking off sleep, then blinked and looked around the lobby in obvious confusion.
Yeah. Sorry. I didnt get much sleep last night. What were you saying?
I said you have to look at the ticket. You cant just serve everyone an extralarge.
Alec frowned and picked up the ticket on the counter in front of him. I know. Ive been doing this a week now, Kay. I got this.
I grinned at his colloquialism. He only used them on his good days, when he felt like he was fitting into the human world again. And honestly, in spite of his fleeting moments of confusion, some days, Alec seemed to fit into my world much better than I did.
3
THE HALLWAY IS COLD and sterile, and that should be my first clue. School is always cluttered and too warm, but today, cold and sterile makes sense.
I walk down the hall with Emma, but I stop when I see them. She doesnt stop. She doesnt notice anything wrong, but when I see them, I cant breathe. My chest feels too heavy. My lungs pull in just enough air to keep me conscious, but not enough to truly satisfy my need for oxygen. Like satisfaction is even a possibility with them standing there like that. In front of my locker, so I cant possibly miss the act.
I cant see her face, because its sucking on his, but I know its her. Its her hair, and her stupid guy-pants that look hot on her the same way his T-shirts probably look hot on her when thats all shes wearing. And I know shes worn his shirts. Hell, shes worn him, and if they werent in the middle of the school, shed probably be wearing him now. She practically is, anyway.
I stop in front of them so they cant ignore me, and she peels herself away and licks her lips, like she cant get enough of the taste of him, and I know thats true. My teeth grind together, and when I glance around, I realize theres a crowd.
Of course theres a crowd. Crowds gather for a show, and this is one hell of a show.
I say his name. I dont want to say it. I dont want to acknowledge him and what hes doing, but I cant stop myself. It wont be real unless he says it, and part of me believes he wont say it. Hell say the right words instead. Hell say hes sorry, and hell look like hes sorry, and hell be sorry for a very long time, but then everything will be okay again.
Instead, he shrugs and glances around at the crowd, grinning at the faces. The faces leer and blur together. I cant tell them apart, but it doesnt matter, because the crowd only has one face. Crowds only ever have one face. Et tu, Brute? Its the mob mentality, and I am Caesar, about to be stabbed.
Alec scowled like hed snap at me, then just nodded and turned toward the popcorn machine without a word.
I took several orders and filled the cups, but when I turned to grab popcorn from Alec, I found him staring at the machine, holding an empty bucket, like hed rather wear it on his head than fill it.
Alec I took the bucket from him and half filled it. This is really not a good time for a breakdown. I squirted butter over the popcorn, then filled it the rest of the way and squirted more butter. You okay?
He frowned again, then nodded stiffly and grabbed another bucket.
I handed popcorn across the counter to the first customer and glanced up to find Emma jogging across the lobby toward me. Hey, Pecker sent me to bail you out, she said, and several sixth graders giggled as she hopped up on the counter and swung her legs around to the business side. She thumped to the floor, and I started to thank heruntil my gaze fell on four more extralarge buckets of popcorn now lined up on the counter.
What the hell?
I turned the register over to Emma and picked up a medium paper bag, stepping close to Alec so the customers wouldnt hear me. Theyre not all ordering extralarge, Alec. You have to look at the ticket. I handed him a ticket for a medium popcorn and a large Coke, then scooped kernels into the bag. Didnt they have tickets in the eighties? Or popcorn?
Alec frowned. This job is petty and pointless. He dropped into a squat to examine the rows of folded bags and stacked buckets.
Um, yeah. I filled another bag in a single scoop. Thats why they give it to students. And forty-five-year-old cultural infants.
Alec had been nineteen when he crossed into the Netherworldthe circumstances of which he still wasnt ready to talk aboutbut hadnt aged a day while he was there.
Whats his problem? Emma asked, as I handed her the medium bag.
Hes just tired. Em didnt know who he really was, because I didnt want her to find out that hed once possessed her body in a desperate attempt to orchestrate his own rescue from the Netherworld. She thought he was a friend of the family, crashing on our couch while he saved up enough money for a place of his own and some online college classes.
When I turned back to Alec, I found him leaning with his palms on the counter, staring at the ground between his feet.
Alec? You okay? I put one hand on his shoulder, and he jumped, then stared at melike Id appeared out of nowhere. He shook his head like he was shaking off sleep, then blinked and looked around the lobby in obvious confusion.
Yeah. Sorry. I didnt get much sleep last night. What were you saying?
I said you have to look at the ticket. You cant just serve everyone an extralarge.
Alec frowned and picked up the ticket on the counter in front of him. I know. Ive been doing this a week now, Kay. I got this.
I grinned at his colloquialism. He only used them on his good days, when he felt like he was fitting into the human world again. And honestly, in spite of his fleeting moments of confusion, some days, Alec seemed to fit into my world much better than I did.
3
THE HALLWAY IS COLD and sterile, and that should be my first clue. School is always cluttered and too warm, but today, cold and sterile makes sense.
I walk down the hall with Emma, but I stop when I see them. She doesnt stop. She doesnt notice anything wrong, but when I see them, I cant breathe. My chest feels too heavy. My lungs pull in just enough air to keep me conscious, but not enough to truly satisfy my need for oxygen. Like satisfaction is even a possibility with them standing there like that. In front of my locker, so I cant possibly miss the act.
I cant see her face, because its sucking on his, but I know its her. Its her hair, and her stupid guy-pants that look hot on her the same way his T-shirts probably look hot on her when thats all shes wearing. And I know shes worn his shirts. Hell, shes worn him, and if they werent in the middle of the school, shed probably be wearing him now. She practically is, anyway.
I stop in front of them so they cant ignore me, and she peels herself away and licks her lips, like she cant get enough of the taste of him, and I know thats true. My teeth grind together, and when I glance around, I realize theres a crowd.
Of course theres a crowd. Crowds gather for a show, and this is one hell of a show.
I say his name. I dont want to say it. I dont want to acknowledge him and what hes doing, but I cant stop myself. It wont be real unless he says it, and part of me believes he wont say it. Hell say the right words instead. Hell say hes sorry, and hell look like hes sorry, and hell be sorry for a very long time, but then everything will be okay again.
Instead, he shrugs and glances around at the crowd, grinning at the faces. The faces leer and blur together. I cant tell them apart, but it doesnt matter, because the crowd only has one face. Crowds only ever have one face. Et tu, Brute? Its the mob mentality, and I am Caesar, about to be stabbed.
