maddie and becca

the renie story
2004-12-18 21:08:23 (UTC)

Chapter Eleven

They arrived at the motel. Steven and Irene walked into
the room they were to share. There were two twin beds.
Irene seized one by the frame and attempted to drag it as
far away from the other one as possible. It didn't work.
She wasn't strong enough.

She glared at Steven and said threateningly, "If you get
near me I will strangle you with my bare hands."

OOO!!! That would mean Irene would have to TOUCH him!!!
Steven was very happy.

Irene got under the covers and shut her eyes and tried to
get to sleep.

Steven sat on the other bed, puzzled. Why didn't she like
him? He was very good at math! Didn't that count for
anything? She couldn't be as superficial as every other
girl, madly in love with the hottest man in the world,
Orlando Bloom! She couldn't be like that! COULD SHE???

"Irene," he said softly. "Why do you hate me?"

Irene kept quiet. Wasn't it OBVIOUS?

Steven bit his lip. "Is it because I'm better at math than
you are?"

That got Irene's attention. She sat up. "YOU'RE NOT BETTER
AT MATH THAN I AM! I HAVE A 98 AVERAGE!!!"

Steven looked very sad. "O. Mine's only 97.4..."

"Of course, BECCA'S average is 101, but that's because
she's a genius," continued Irene. "But I'm still better at
math than you, even though you TRY to beat me by reading
math books. I'm better ANYWAY!" And she buried her head
back under the covers.

"Irene," said Steven again. "You didn't answer the
question. Why do you hate me?" And, being a rather
pathetic excuse for a human being (if he even was a human
being), he burst into noisy sobs.

Irene hated Steven. But she also didn't like it when
people cried. She debated with herself for a while, and
finally sat up again. "Steven," she said with gritted
teeth, "Stop crying. I'm trying to sleep."

He wailed even more loudly.

"What's wrong?" she said impatiently.

"You...don't...like me!" he sobbed.

Irene was exasperated. Wasn't that apparent, even to
Steven Wu? "You follow me around, you think we're friends,
and YOU KISSED ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT!" she shrieked.

Steven hung his head.

Irene felt suddenly guilty. She said in a gentler
tone, "Look, I'm sorry. But I just don't like you."

Steven hiccuped. "Could - could you ever?"

"I highly doubt it."

"MY LIFE HAS NO POINT!" Steven cried in hysteria. "I HAVE
NO PURPOSE!" His voice cracked. Irene twitched. "I MIGHT
AS WELL JUST DIE!!! YOU DONT LOVE ME!!! YOU SAY YOU'LL
NEVER LOVE ME!!! FAREWELL, O CRUEL WORLD!!!"

Irene was scared. As much as she wanted Steven to die, she
didn't really want to watch him commit suicide.

Steven looked around the room wildly, his eyes bloodshot.
He seized a screwdriver that was, for some reason, on the
windowsill. "I will now," he announced
dramatically, "drive this screwdriver through my head. AND
DIE!!!"

Irene wanted to laugh, because he looked so serious, but
decided she'd better not. After all, she didn't like
screwdrivers and she didn't like blood.

Steven held the screwdriver to his head. "Goodbye, Irene.
You were the only one I ever loved, except my math books.
Goodbye. I LOVE YOU!!!"

What will happen??? Will Steven kill himself? Or will
Irene stop him? Find out soon!




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