Chapter Twenty
"Hey, wait up Faith," Lace called, as the classroom emptied of people.
Faith stopped near the door, patiently waiting for Lance. "Yeah?"
"I- er- I’ve got something to tell you," Lance began slowly. He knew he should warn Faith, tell her what Wade was planning. But-
"What?"
"I’m-" He couldn’t do this- "Will you go out with me Friday?"
Faith looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. "You want to go out with me?"
Lance nodded his head.
Her brown eyes narrowed. "This isn’t a joke?"
Lance shook his head. "No. I’m serious. Will you?" Maybe he could tell her then.
Faith shrugged her shoulders. "Sure."
"Okay, cool. Thanks. We’ll talk about it later." Lance smiled at her.
*~*~*
They were going to dinner and the movies. Faith had toned down her clothing for the night, and taken out quite a few of her earrings.
"How have you been holding up under everything?" Lance asked her, as they sat down to eat.
"As good as can be expected, I suppose," Faith said. "Cat’s doing a lot better, and everyone else isn’t as worried."
"I’m not talking about everyone else, I’m talking about you." Lance studied her, his green eyes watching hers. "How are you doing with all of this?"
"I don’t trust Wade. I think he’s going to do something, just bidding his time. Truthfully, I’m terrified of what he’s going to do. Sarah and Elona, and even Justin, Chris, and Joey, they’ve all said that he won’t do anything, he didn’t mean it." Faith took a deep, shaky breath. "But I don’t believe them. I saw his face, his eyes when he threatened me."
"Do you know why he’s doing this?" Lance asked.
Faith shook her head. "I have no idea why. How can anyone be so cruel as to want to hurt people just because they’re different? Isn’t America based on diversity and being different and stuff?"
"Some people just don’t understand."
"And those that don’t understand are divided into two groups." Faith stared into his eyes as she said this, and Lance knew that he’d never be able to tell her now. He was so screwed. "Those that are willing to learn and change and those that refuse to."
No, he wasn’t screwed. He was fucked. Faith was finally his friend and he was going to have to hurt her. He prayed for mercy on his soul.
*~*~*
"Becoming close to Faith, I see," Wade said. It was two weeks after Lance and Faith had went out. "It’s time for you to help me put my plan into action."
"What do you want to do?" Lance asked, a feeling of dread settling in his heart.
"I’m taking down Sarah, Justin, and Faith altogether." Wade grinned. "You’re going to drug both Justin and Faith Friday night. And you’re going to let Britney into your doom room. And once Britney leaves, I want Faith put in Justin’s bed."
"What is Britney going to do with Justin?"
"She won’t hurt him. She’s just going to fuck him."
"And why do you want Faith in his bed?"
"I want her naked. Sarah’s going to find them the next morning, and well, things will go from there."
"You want me to ruin my best friend’s relationship with the woman he loves and destroy the friendship between two people I care about?"
"Yeah."
"I won’t-"
"Your sister is happy, with her husband and her life. You don’t want to ruin everything for her."
Lance bit on his lip to keep from telling Wade to fuck off.
"What am I supposed to drug them with?" Lance asked.
Wade handed him a small box. "Sleeping pills. Give them one, and within thirty minutes, they’ll be asleep."
"And how am I supposed to drug Faith?"
"Invite her over and give her something to drink. I’m sure you can think of a plan." Wade grinned at him again. "Good luck. Brit will be at your doom by eleven."
*~*~*
Lance opened the door at the light knock on it and let Britney in. She didn’t spare him a glance as she walked towards Justin’s bed, stripping.
Lance left the room.
Thirty minutes later, Britney walked out. "All yours now," she said, passing Lance in the hallway.
Lance walked back into his room, avoiding looking at Justin, who was sprawled out on top of the blankets, naked.
He walked to his bed, where Faith was laying, and began to remove her clothes. Once she was naked, he picked her up and placed her in Justin’s bed, pulling the blankets up to cover them.
He didn’t notice the tears silently running down his cheek.