Beautiful Soul
by
Ube Licker
Chapter 11 – Germ free generation
‘Caramel Explosion’ was not so
different from ‘Chocolate Doomsday’. They had the same amount of ice cream,
nuts, and brownies. You just substitute the caramel for chocolate. I handed both
to a man and his two daughters. The Dessert Bar had been busy since October had
started. My body had the strong scent of waffles, which was better than smelling
like coffee. It almost made me feel bad for the new kid working here. The father
thanked me and I quickly trotted over to the back where two sundaes and a fruit
salad were waiting to be devoured by customers. Perfect balance was something
that was a necessity in this field. I carefully maneuvered myself through the
kitchen. An old couple and their ten-year-old grandson were gleeful when they
saw me. I had talked to them shortly before and they told me that they had come
from New Jersey. The boy’s parents were celebrating their honeymoon on an
Alaskan cruise, so the old couple decided to take him on their trip as an early
birthday present. Sweet.
Work finished smoothly,
as there were very little people left. I grabbed my skateboard from the back and
headed over to the school. It was a cool and misty night. The waves thundered
across the beach, each one rising higher as if to reach the magnificent diamonds
that laced the dark velvet sky. Wisps of wind combed through my hair. There were
tourists and surfers who were all still out.
When I got back, Damien
was sleeping on my bed, underneath the covers. The football player was so big
that his legs were sticking out. He told me earlier that he hadn’t been getting
good sleep lately. Quietly, I closed the door, placed the skateboard into the
closet, and removed my clothes. In my boxers, I tiptoed towards Pierre’s bed. It
was good that his absence left a vacant mattress. I didn’t want to wake Damien
up or make him feel uncomfortable. I pulled the covers over my head. Even from
across the room, I could hear his relaxed breathing. As I closed my eyes I could
picture his chest rise and fall. Goodnight Damien. Everything’s going to be ok.
I woke up a couple of
hours later. A large arm was draped over my ribs and was pulling my back closer
to a chest with mounds of muscle. I felt someone breathing at the top of my
head. One of his legs wrapped around my waist. There was this tingling feeling
in my body. And it wasn’t eroticism. All I knew was that it made me feel warm. I
smiled, allowing the comfort of security to pull me into a deep and vegetated
sleep.
* * * * * *
Timmy walked around the
multi-purpose recreation room, “As you all know, Halloween is just around the
corner. I am well aware of the traditional ball party that is thrown every year.
But this year, I think we should do something a little different.”
The Gold and Brown
members of the student government were lined up with our backs to the dance
mirrors. It was my first meeting as a Brown member.
“Before any of you offer
your brilliant suggestions. I recommend that we have a theme this year. Haunted
mansion dance party.”
Timmy had his hands out
proudly. Joe snickered.
Damien was the first to
step forward, “That doesn’t sound any different from what we do every year.”
His hands were in the
pockets of his football jacket. The school president looked agitated at the
comment.
“That’s not a
suggestion. Ethan, what do you think?”
I smiled and said, “It’s
a good idea, but if we’re going to run with it, then this year we should
actually build an indoor haunted mansion.”
Eric’s wavy auburn hair
bounced as he turned his head into my direction, “Build an indoor haunted
mansion in two weeks?”
I answered, “It’s
possible. We did it in my old school where we had very little funding. You just
have to be creative.”
“I love it,” Timmy
proclaimed.
Celly gave me a disgusted look. It was very clear to me now that he did not like me.
Damien placed a hand on
my shoulder and winked, “Me too.”
For the next two hours
we talked about the Halloween party. It was suggested that we host the entire
event in the school gymnasium. Joe led the discussion since it was his role to
make sure everything ran smoothly. I could sense the sarcasm in his voice. He
did not like being blackmailed. Bobby had stayed quiet. He was different.
My father was never into
politics. He was very easygoing and just accepted the way the world was. My
mother, on the other hand, had a proactive voice when it came to concerns of the
government. She often criticized American diplomacy over foreign affairs. She
questioned the motives of our leaders and the actions they had taken. Vietnam
and the Middle East were often where she drew her arguments. Yes, the senate
wanted a better world. But who were they to claim what was right or wrong? After
all, national ideology is just another way of saying ethnocentricity.
Timmy Montega was a true
politician with the added delusions of grandeur. First, he allied himself with
the school treasurer. Second, he implicated an investigation on a murder by
releasing confidential information. And lastly, he used Celly’s knowledge to
blackmail the rest of the student government into voting him into presidency
right after Lucky had been charged for murder. Joe was right. Timmy did think he
owned the academy based on his name.
He placed his hand on my
shoulder and said, “I knew I could count on you.”
* * * * * *
I was calling Lee on the
payphone by the school mini-mall near the bookstore when I found Bobby sitting
alone. My brother hadn’t picked up so I left a message. He’d been busy lately
with the new wave of tourists who’ve come from Europe. They were a tour group
that scoured the Peloponnesian every year. This year they wanted to visit Oahu’s
beaches. Many of them were young adults who had discounts as a graduate gift
from their schools. Lee told me that they wanted to try surfing in the
Northshore and thought that he was a professional surfer. He laughed and told
them that he only tried it once with a few co-workers. It was an embarrassing
experience.
Bobby was sitting
outside the café by a table overlooking the first floor. He was sipping on an
orange mug. Chai Latte. He had just finished a radio show. His enthusiasm had
dwindled in the recent week.
“Hey, Bobby.”
He looked up forced a
smile, “What’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just
window shopping for props.”
I pulled out a chair and
sat across him.
“We can always just hire
people to set up the haunted mansion for us.”
I laughed.
“Doesn’t that cost a lot
of money?”
“To you or me?”
I chuckled. Beside his
cup of coffee were documents. My eyes glanced at the photo on top of the colored
pieces of paper.
“Do you want to see a
picture of André?”
He passed me the photo.
“He’s a seven-year-old
boy from a village in Africa. Both of his parents died from AIDS and he was born
with HIV. I’m sponsoring him through my mother’s newfound agency. He’s given a
home, guardians, medical treatment, food, and school supplies. We write each
other letters every month.”
It always surprised me
when Bobby displayed his compassion for the disadvantaged.
“I’m glad he has someone
like you to sponsor him.”
Bobby looked at me
carefully and then took another sip from the mug on the table. He lifted it with
both hands. An eyebrow was raised.
“Those are really nice
and cool words, but I must look like a hypocritical pervert to you.”
“What?”
I brushed another strand
of hair from my eyes.
“You know about the
videos.”
I took a closer look at
the photo. André was wearing an old shirt and was standing in front of an old
fashioned well. There were trees and a dirt road.
“Yeah. But it doesn’t
change my opinion of you. Sometimes when I watch TV and there’s a commercial
about some sick girl living in some poor country and how she only eats once a
week… I quickly change the channel, just so I won’t feel guilty about it. But
you’re different, because you’re the type of guy who will look and listen to
these advertisements and then do whatever it takes to help out.”
I turned the photo over
and slid it across the table.
“And I think that’s
exactly how those videos happened. You saw what was happening with Joe. You
listened to him. Then you took action. It might not have been the most
appropriate decision. But at least your heart was in the right place.”
Bobby stared into space.
He was still holding on to his orange mug of Chai Latte.
He laughed, “So you
think I’m stupid instead?”
I joined in his
laughter. In the back of my head I could hear crisp sounds of a dreamer. There
would always be the taint of something vile within our blood. But that’s the
thing about being a good person. You can fight it and always become better.
“Anyway, since you’re a
Brown member I’ll bet that you’ll be chilling at Daredevil’s a lot.”
Below us, on the first
floor, there were several students walking around. There was one boy with an ice
cream in one hand and cotton candy on the other. Several of them had shopping
bags. It must’ve been the fall fashions that many have been talking about.
“The nightclub where all
the other Brown members have started hanging out recently? Nah. I don’t have the
time or money to do that. Besides, I usually work Friday nights.”
He took another sip.
“But you are going to
the college party tonight right?”
I sighed.
“Maybe…”
Bobby began to tell me
the quirks about being a Brown member. I tried listening intently. There was
this nonchalant feeling of grief that came from my newly acquired position. It
was the idea of being a lap dog to people with a superiority complex. I sighed.
It was for the greater good. Or so I told myself. I wondered if Bobby’s kindness
could see pass the shiny gold covering of his position on the student body.
* * * * * *
“Are you ready?” Damien asked.
Insects buzzed through the darkness of the night. The large Victorian home stood before us. It belonged to a college student from the University of Honolulu. He was hosting a frat party and tonight was ‘All Boys Night’.
“Am I ever ready?” I replied,
waiting for him to unlock the car doors.
Students from our school sought
after invitations from these fraternity brothers on the presumption of something
cool, hip and spontaneous yet inadvertently mature. These students were the
go-getters of modern society bent on finding a little romance from seemingly
older teens who were usually looking for a bedtime friend among the youth. If
statutory rape weren’t in their itinerary, then it would be utter humiliation
and intimidation. Joe had warned me that the fraternity was like Survivor.
There were tasks and challenges that these guys had to take in order to join in
their ranks. These so-called challenges were often embarrassing acts of sexual
degradation.
“Then let’s go.”
We both stepped out of his car and
headed towards the house. The half moon glowed atop the roof. Along the driveway
were palm trees twice the size of a man. The pathway had a cluster of little
lights that illuminated from the ground.
“Wait, Ethan.”
I turned to him. He had on his
ever-present football jacket. Underneath was a plain shirt that was probably
worth more than anything I’ve ever worn. His jeans had a label to it and
perfectly matched his white running shoes that had a navy blue stripe running on
one side.
“Let me fix you up before we go in.”
Damien had let me borrow a few of
his brother’s clothes that he had bought as gifts from a talented local
designer. His brother was younger than he was, roughly my age, and also my size.
The football player approached me. He was taller than I was. Large fingers moved
below my chin and onto my chest. He unbuttoned to expose my skin.
“There. Now you’re ready, my sexy
boy.”
He pulled me in closer.
“You smell good too.”
He kissed the nape of my neck. I was
quiet. He’d been showing more affection lately. I didn’t know if it was a good
thing.
“Damien. They’re waiting for us.”
I stepped back. He bit his lower lip
and nodded. My hair was shorter. We decided that I needed a bit of a makeover.
It was mostly clothes and hair. But I still couldn’t recognize my own face when
I looked in the mirror. Was that really Ethan Jackman?
He shifted his stance and said, “I
know that I’ve been bugging you a lot lately. And it’s not because I’m looking
for anything serious. I’m not. Don’t take this the wrong way. Ok?”
I nodded. It was the reminder speech
again.
“So if I start dancing or hitting on
other guys, you’re not going to go all weird on me?”
I shook my head.
“That’s cool,” I responded.
“But I do care about you. Remember,
I think the world of you.”
I glanced sideways and faked a
laugh.
“Don’t fall in love.”
He shot me a serious look and
quickly said, “That won’t ever happen.”
I nodded again.
“I know.”
I wanted to tell him that it was
only a joke, but I didn’t want to make him feel like I was mocking him either.
The party waited for us. The
Victorian home was larger on the inside. Two sets of stairs spiraled upwards in
the foyer. A chandelier hung brilliantly from the center. The diamond shards
sparkled across the family portrait. It was painted of course. Marble floors
gleamed below us. Several young men of various ages swept throughout the
residence. Some stood by the stairs or laid around the larger living room.
Others roamed outside by the family swimming pool. Noise blasted through
speakers from the infinite backyard. When I looked beyond the pool, there were
hills of green grass. Golf course. Almost everyone had a beer or some sort of
cup in their hand.
“Damien!” one guy called out.
“Hey fly boy! How’s it happening?”
They seemed like they knew each
other. My mother had explained to me years ago that acquaintances were people we
rarely see and when we do we have to fake interests in order to keep familiar
ties. I took this opportunity to explore on my own. It was also an excuse to
give Damien some space. I headed over to the kitchen where a bunch of guys were
hanging out. One of them was sitting on top of the counter. A couple was kissing
by the pantry. I blushed. The kitchen was smaller than it should be. But the
dining room dwarfed any of which I was lucky enough to visit. Another chandelier
hung here over the long table. There were two coolers that sat on each side. I
hesitated before reaching into one. Mexican beer. I placed it back.
A proverbial blur of faces caught my attention as I continued my exploration. I either recognized them from the school or customers of the Dessert Bar. It took me a couple more minutes to finally realize that I didn’t belong here. It made me feel like Paul on his road to Damascus.
“Ethan?”
I turned my head around. I had been
facing the pool.
“Yes?”
He handed me a cup.
“Man, if looks could kill. Don’t
worry. It’s only punch.”
Sandy hair. Green eyes. He laughed.
“You don’t even remember me. Do
you?” the stranger smiled.
I scratched the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry. You do look familiar
though.”
He was dressed like he was ready for
a game of golf. All he needed was a nine iron and a ball.
“Travis,” he stretched out his
sinewy arm, “From your first game. You beat us 50 to 42.”
It took me a few more seconds before images of the game came back to me. I shook his hand.
“Ah yeah, your team was tough. Sorry
again. A lot’s been going on lately. Didn’t you take down my number?” I asked
him.
He placed his hands in his pocket.
“Yeah I did. It was one thing asking
for it. Procrastination and fear of rejection kept me from actually putting
words into action. Ok, it was more of that fear.”
The punch was sweet.
“It would be nice to get to know
someone outside of my school. So what are you doing at a party like this?”
He shifted his stance to stare out
into the pool.
“This is my house.”
The family portrait from the foyer
flashed in my head. He was one of those little boys.
“My brother goes to the University
here. He also likes having parties whenever my parents visit the Riviera or the
Swiss Alps. He pays the servants extra to keep their traps shut and clean up.”
Travis was the youngest of a family of five. His sister was the oldest and had become a lawyer living in Orange County. She was married with a child on the way. Travis’ older brother was studying medicine at Honolulu University. We talked for a bit in the hallway between the dining room and the living room.
“So humor me, Ethan, I’m hormonally
imbalanced. What’s a guy like you doing at a school like Montega’s?”
Heat was emanating from the humidity
in the air.
“Excuse me?” I didn’t understand the
question.
“It’s like putting brandy inside of
a vending machine. It doesn’t seem to suit you. You’re much more sophisticated
than that.”
He leaned against the wall.
“The school gives me opportunities
that I wouldn’t get at other schools. Does the idea of an all boys’ school that
caters to certain needs bother you?”
His bright green eyes stared deeply
in my own.
“No. I just don’t agree with the
concept. Is the world so bad that guys like you need a haven? It shows weakness
in people like you and me. Prevailing over adversity and discrimination is much
more admirable than choosing a place that cuts off communication from other
social groups. How will you ever be able to find acceptance if you can’t face
the bigotry head on?”
Travis posed an interesting
question. Before I could answer, a shadow crept from behind me. His hand rested
by my right hip.
Damien countered, “You think it’s so
easy, don’t you? A lot of these kids from our school had a hard time growing up.
You’ve had the luxury of supportive parents and friends.”
Travis had an empathic expression on
his face, “You’re wrong about me. I don’t think it’s easy. But I rather face all
of that crap than live my life in hiding.”
He turned to me and said, “Enjoy the
party, Ethan. It was really nice talking to you. I’ll call you sometime and
maybe we can hang out.”
Before he left I grabbed him by the
shoulder. He packed more muscle than he looked.
“I agree with you. We should be able
to face the world in our own terms. But I’d like to learn more about others who
are like me and about myself before I go out there and make my impact. That’s
why I choose to stay at that school.”
He smiled, “You’d make a great
boyfriend,” and he shifted his eyes to Damien, “If only you were available. My
friends are here. I’ll talk to you later.”
Travis left. Damien shrugged and
then led me towards the pool. He seemed angered that I was having a conversation
with another guy. There were more people now. Prominent members of our school
were outside. Joe and Bobby were talking to several college students. Timmy was
sitting by the edge of the pool, attempting to flirt with a Brown member. Celly
and Boo were having a heated debate with an older boy. The others were huddled
together in a corner. It reminded me of school dances back home, where the boys
and girls were always on opposite sides of the gym. It was easy to be shy.
“So this is where y’all been
hiding,” I joked.
They greeted us. Boo waved from
where he was and then continued talking to the stranger.
Damien crept from behind me again
and whispered, “That’s Boo’s boyfriend. James.”
He continued to describe how James
was once a Gold member at Montega’s and decided to attend the local college to
stay close with Boo. James reminded me of Damien. They had the same build and
hairstyle. But James had gray eyes and thicker eyebrows. Damien’s gaze drifted
from them and towards Timmy.
“He makes me sick.”
I lifted my face to his and gave him
a daring look.
“He’s not so different from someone
else I know.”
“You’re funny. In a Regis kind of
way.”
It was right then that Lucky stormed through the gazebo. At first I didn’t recognize him. But the closer he came, the more distinguished his features appeared. It looked like he hadn’t showered in days. Like he just woke up. He didn’t shave. Not even wash his face. But he still looked handsome in gruff kind of way. It was the magic of Gold. Each step he took was a stomp. They were very quick stomps. Celly, Boo and his boyfriend immediately stopped their intense banter. Joe and Bobby froze. Pierre appeared from the shadows. His hair was ruffled and his clothes were rumpled. There was a daze expression on his face. An older guy came into view beside him. He was shirtless. Did they –
“Timmy Montega!” Lucky squealed.
Timmy stood on attention. His shorts
were partially wet. The boy in the pool with him sunk deeper into the water.
“Hello Lucky,” the present school
president greeted the former, “I assumed that you’d be frantic, ludicrous, and
completely out of your mind.”
They stood by the pool. Face to
face. Lucky was taller. Timmy’s fat hung loosely around him.
“Really?” Lucky’s eyes widened with
hysteria, “Did you know what they did to me? What they put me through? It was
because of you – Because of this!”
He held something tightly in his
left hand. It was a piece of paper. Manila. There was writing all over it. Black
ink. He threw it at the calm president. It landed on Timmy’s chest. The soft
Hawaiian breeze blew it past him and onto my feet.
“You’re the one who wrote it,
Lucky,” Timmy said as calm and snide as he could.
“I was only doing my job. It looked
suspicious when I happened to come across it. The police needed to know.”
Lucky stepped even closer. He
grabbed the collar of Timmy’s shirt.
“You piece of shit! You knew what
kind of letter it was. How could you possibly think it was a confession? Did you
want to be president that badly? Did it mean that much to you that you had to
use someone’s death? Maybe you’re the one who killed Kyle.”
A dash of fear crawled its way into
Timmy’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Lucky continued, “It all
makes sense now. You’re the only one who had anything to gain from his murder.
You were also the only person who knew that Sophie wasn’t really social worker.
And you took the first opportunity you got to accuse someone of such a crime.
You didn’t even worry about how that would complicate my future. You bastard.
You fucking bastard! Did you do it? Did you kill Kyle? My Kyle?”
“Who do you think you are, Lucky?” I
asked.
I stepped forward. He glared at me.
“You might have been arrested. But
you were also questioned. You were given the opportunity to plead your case. And
since you’ve been released, I can only assume that you’re innocent. If you are
as smart as everyone says you are then you should give the cops some sort of
credit. If Timmy Montega is anywhere near guilty then they would have brought
him in for questioning days ago.”
He was still holding on to our
school president.
“Shut up, Ethan. You don’t know
shit.”
I could feel the eyes again. They
were all over me. Everyone was watching.
“I do know that you’re in no
position to judge him. So let him go. Or else.”
He shoved him aside. Timmy almost
fell into the pool. He regained his balance… and his composure. Lucky pointed
his right index finger directly between my eyes.
“Is that a threat?”
“If you start anything here you’ll
only bring more suspicion against you.”
He stared at me for a few seconds,
and then at Timmy. There was definitely a glint of hate there. But he eventually
turned around. And walked away. He never turned his back. Not once.
The rest of the party seemed almost
bleak. The college students talked about it… mostly amongst themselves. High
school, they probably thought, never had this much drama. The rest of us were
quiet. Travis attempted another conversation when he found me again but I was
too distracted. Damien didn’t talk to me at all. The rest of the Gold members
were distant. But Timmy and Celly seemed a lot friendlier.
“Thanks for defending me back
there.”
I looked at him carefully.
“I owed you more than that.”
“I knew there was a reason why I
chose you to be a Brown member.”
His teeth were crooked and his hand
felt cold against my shoulder. I smiled. The half-moon shimmered across the
ripples of the pool. Navy skies. Bright stars. And dirty clouds. Soft music
sparked in the distance. It was new age rock, attempting to out do its
predecessors in the ways of philosophical thinking.
* * * * * *
I walked across the sands in the
middle of the night. It was dark, the ugly kind of dark. Thoughts were scurrying
around my head. Lee had told me that taking on more responsibilities would get
the best of me. He knew I wouldn’t listen though. My mind rummaged through my
memories, knocking a few sensibilities over. My mother and I had this fight
once. It was over a broken dish. She had raised her hand as if to slap me. And
I said a few words that in minutes I had already regretted. When I look back at
it – it seems silly. I actually missed being lectured. Even over the simplest of
things.
Lucky sat on a bench. His head was
down. The ocean was a monster in front of him.
“Hey,” I greeted.
He didn’t say anything for a while.
But then, “You’re plan seems to be
working.”
I nodded. The wind was picking up.
Though my hair was short now it still obeyed the forces of nature.
“I had help. So when do you start
school again?”
I sat on the bench too. There was
space between us. Lucky had his hands clasped.
“I’m not going to. I’m taking a
semester off.”
My left shoe had sand in it. I could
feel the grains underneath my sock.
“Cool. You’ll be energized again
when you get back.”
He didn’t move. His head was still
down.
“I’m not coming back, Ethan. I’m
ready to leave Montega’s. I was ready a year ago. But I stayed back just to see
if I could still… And now it’s time. The world is waiting for me to face it.”
He sighed. I lay back against the
wood.
“There’s no point in me stopping
you, is there?”
“Nope.”
Others have already tried. I
scratched my nose.
“That’s too bad. We were only
starting to get to know each other.”
He finally looked up. His eyes were
red.
“He really likes you. I mean, he’s
actually fallen for you.”
“I hope you’re not talking about
Timmy. Because the plan was -”
He placed his hand by my knee.
“No. You know whom I’m talking
about. I know things seem weird and crazy right now. Like, you don’t know if
it’s real or not. But it’s that precious person that can drive you to do things
you never thought you could do. That one special person, and all of their
dreams.”
Lucky’s mind was already
somewhere else. He got up.
“It’s late. You still have school
tomorrow and that Halloween thing to do. And I’ve got some packing to do.”
“Good luck. No pun.”
He forced a smile. I stood beside
him. The water was distant, but it’s presence felt so close that you could
almost drown in it. He shook my hand and gave me a hug.
“Take care of yourself, Ethan. The
police really think that someone out there killed Kyle. If that’s the case, then
there’s a killer on the loose. The school is in over its head. Things always get
hazy when money’s involved. They don’t know what to do except to keep everyone
in the dark. You can’t trust anyone… not even your closest friend.”
He turned, walked, and gave a final
wave. I turned around.
“Hey!” he called out in the
distance, “Keep the letter. I don’t think I need it anymore.”
I almost forgot. Things moved so
quickly at the party. The piece of paper was folded neatly in my pocket. I was
going to give it back to him. Some things should remain as they are…
* * * * * *
Dear Kyle,
I killed you. If only
I had done things differently, maybe you wouldn’t have been in that place and at
that time. I could have tried to see things in your point of view. Pushing you
was easy because I only cared about what I felt. I only have myself to blame.
There are so many things I wanted to tell you. Like how much it bothered me that
your eyes were always on someone else. But also how your cute obsession with
Russian aristocrats made me laugh. You were always so carefree.
Things are weird for
me now. It’s like I’m empty inside. Like I talk and speak and do my duties…but
nothing. Maybe I’m just sad. It’s a sad thing. People say I have a lot going for
me. I don’t. Not anymore. I know you’re probably rolling in your grave somewhere
saying, “Get a hold of yourself!” I just wish you were here to tell it yourself.
I’ve gone on and on
about me again. I’m smart, but so – stupid. You were there. You were ready. I
wasn’t. You already let go of the past and accepted that things are the way they
should be. But I pushed and pushed. I wanted to be sure. And now you’re surely
dead. Do you think God sees that? Can he see the – love? God, I sound like an
idiot. One good thing that came out of all this was that I finally admitted what
you knew all along. You were always right.
Kyle, I will never forget you,
Lucky~