Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... letting the others talk, and content just to react occasionally. I noticed Frank wasn't here, but I didn't question it. Jessica still hadn't said a word to anyone, and again no one thought this was strange. After a while, Becky flipped her book closed, and looked right up into my eyes. "When did you get here?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. I shrugged, mind racing to think of something vaguely witty to say. "I've been here the whole time." I said, raising one eyebrow. "What?" she asked, her brow wrinkling in confusion. Derek quickly picked up on my joke, and added to it. "Becky, he was sitting there when you got here." he said seriously, as if Becky was missing something obvious. "Really?" she asked, even more confused, "Shit, I didn't even notice." I couldn't help but smile, and Derek suddenly gave a short, loud laugh. She rolled her eyes as she realised we were messing with her. "Oh, whatever." she said, a little embarrassed. Rose and Lissie hadn't noticed this exchange, and Derek and Becky joined right in with their conversation. It was such a small thing, just a simple joke, a little moment of bonding, but it made me feel stupidly good. It had been a while since I'd had an actual, casual conversation with someone who wasn't related to me, or...whatever the fuck Jessica was to me. No long, complicated history or always quietly worrying about hidden meanings or ignoring old guilt. Just light, simple conversation. As the other four talked to each other, Jessica met my ...

... eye, and again she was smiling. She seemed embarrassed that I'd noticed her looking at me, and quickly looked down at the table. She was acting so strangely. Lunch passed without much more happening. I still didn't feel exactly comfortable with this group, but I was definitely a lot less nervous. If Rose was really insistent on this, then I thought it would be Ok to keep going along with it. But it slowly became apparent that I just didn't have much to talk to them about. Most of their conversation revolved around other seniors who's names I only vaguely recognised, or TV I didn't watch, or parties I hadn't been to. It made me a little uncomfortable at first, but I figured I could get used to it. == The next day, Rose didn't feel the need to march me towards her table personally, but she waved me over when she saw me looking from the line. It was just Rose and Derek at that point, but it was only a few minutes before Frank, Becky, Lissie and Jessica had all joined. Again, I didn't talk much, just sometimes laughing or making little jokes. Unless the conversation steered towards a teacher I had, or homework I hadn't done yet (which was pretty much all of it), I still didn't really have anything to say. But no one pressured me to talk, or mocked me when I didn't understand a reference. This surprised me at first, until I realised that the only reason I expected it was because of how Jessica had treated me. She'd skewed my perception of social interaction, making it seem so much ...