I just figured I'd throw this in here.
Fred moved at a fast pace up the driveway to Daphne's house, almost at a dead run. He hadn't told anyone, but he was worried - it had been a week since he'd been to Meg's graduation, and this was the first chance he'd had to see Daphne. He didn't know what happened. All he could find out from Sara was that they weren't together, and every time he'd called Daphne's number or went over to visit found him getting booted to voicemail or told by Daphne's mother that she wasn't feeling well. When Daphne finally DID call him and ask him to come over, it was with a mixture of relief at her being okay and worry about what kind of shape he'd find her in when he got there.
Before he could ring the bell, the door opened. In the doorway stood Daphne, dressed like usual, a simple unicolor top and track pants, a small smile on her face belying the puffed eyes.
Sitting on her bed later, Fred was amazed at how COMPOSED Daphne was. By all rights, she should have been a raging lunatic, halfway through an amazing display of both temper and tears. Instead, she was calmly sitting in the chair next to the bed, talking in her usual fast-paced delivery while they sipped iced tea she'd brought from the kitchen.
"Yeah, she broke up with me. Said she wasn't sure she could COMMIT herself," he could hear the bitterness finally coming out in Daphne's voice. "Of course, she made sure to have her BITCH friend get you out of the way. It was probably Penny's idea in the first place."
"I don't think it was Penny's idea, Daph. Remember, she's been on that set all that time, and only talking to you."
"Oh, I don't mean breaking up with me. I meant getting you out of the picture when she did it. I realize now that Sara's nothing but a tease, anyways. They all do it."
Fred leaned forward at that. "They all do what? I don't understand." He leaned back, took another drink of tea. The air was on, but it seemed like the June weather wasn't even noticing. It was HOT.
"Yeah, all of that group, bunch of teases. Look at Aggie." Daphne snorted. "All that time we were hanging out with her - 'Oh, I'm not gay!' Then she goes off running after that BITCH, Penny. No taste at all. And SARA. You know, it's not her first time dumping someone. I'm glad I moved on."
Fred shook his head. He wasn't quite sure he'd heard her right. "Moved on?" He wiped the sweat off while he waited for Daphne to explain. It was hard to keep up, because she was talking even faster than usual.
"Oh, yeah! I moved on! I got an email the day after the breakup from another girl who used to go to our school. Evidently Sara blew her off before she hooked up with me. I feel dumb for not seeing it coming, what with her and that redhead on the TV show rooming together. But I'll fix her."
"Fix?" The word came out slowly. The roof of his mouth seemed to have been replaced with extra sticky Rice Krispie treats. His tongue seemed to want to stick every time he opened his mouth.
"Fix." Daphne smiled, a slow smile, too wide. Fred thought it looked funny on her. "Yes, her, that BITCH her friend, Aggie, all of them. We've figured out what to do to them, no worries."
"We?" The Rice Krispies had been replaced with industrial strength epoxy, and the heat! It was so hot, Fred was starting to see spots and have trouble focusing on Daphne's placid face. He struggled to follow her next reply.
"Yeah, we. You know Cyndi? Well, she ended up having a breakdown and taking therapy over at Belleville when Charlotte tried to kill her. Penny and the others were just lying about everything else. Charlotte did the rape video. Cyndi only did the popsicle stuff because Penny threatened her. Well, I got her email, started talking to her. She's a LOT nicer than people at school made her out to be. She helped me plan getting even with them, too, I've just got to do one little thing for her, she said."
"Wha...wha...Daph..." The spots had taken over. Fred was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, unable to move or speak coherently. It took all of his effort to force those three syllables out through his swollen, sticky tongue and turn his head to look at Daphne.
"Hush, now, Fred," Fred focused his gaze one more time as Daphne pulled a small videocamera from her closet and opened the tripod. "I've gotta hurry with this. The battery is almost dead in this thing, and they're showing Firefly reruns on SyFy in an hour."
"I've always been mad. I know I've been mad like the most of us have. Sometimes I don't know if I'm mad even if I'm not mad." - Jerry Driscoll