Call Me Dumb (On Hold)

Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

“So what did Greyson mean when he said you were his last victim?” I whispered to Tansy in second period history.

I’d explained what had happened in Photography in full detail when I arrived that morning and she all but pounced on me, demanding I tell her the whole story. I did so a little reluctantly, leaving out the bit about his confession after Art class. I just said we’d had a minor tiff in which he’d let slip and basically called me a dumb blonde. She seemed outraged by this but not surprised, insisting he didn’t really mean it and that he just never thought before he spoke. She even told me she’d had similar conversations with him, which made me feel strange. Did that mean he went around calling all of his sister’s friends dumb? What was up with that? Was he just another Daniel Morton clone? Did he think he was better than everyone else? Thinking about it just made my head hurt, so I tried to stop. But I couldn’t get rid of that niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh, I was his model,” she declared quietly but dramatically, pouting as she cupped her face with her hands. I giggled softly. “He’s taken Photography every year, and more often than not one of the first subjects to photograph is a person. The hard part is getting a person to do it. Lexi was the first one he ever took photos of, obviously, it was convenient and he bribed her with shoes.” I laughed at that and covered it with a cough when Mr Wells looked up from marking our papers. It seemed to work as he looked back down as if nothing had happened. “Maddy was the next to stand up and declare that he could take all the photos he wanted of her because she was hot and would look good no matter what. Then when he got her photos developed she flipped out and chucked a massive tantrum in the middle of the cafeteria before going psycho and cutting them all up. She looked ridiculous in half of them and drunk in the other. I don’t think he got a single good one of her,” she said, trying her best not to laugh. I covered my hand with my mouth as I imagined Maddy screaming and stamping her foot as she tore up all of the photo’s that questioned her incredible bone structure and perfect genetics.

“And let me guess? You were his next casualty?” I suggested. She nodded.

“It wasn’t that bad. I kind of like getting my photo taken. Not in like a vain way. I just like getting all dressed up and that,” she explained. I thought about asking her to be my model if the subject arose, but I decided better of it. After all, I took crap photos; it would be completely humiliating if she saw that. I could always ask Aunt Nina... Or even Sierra when I go home...

“Okay class! You can stop revision for a moment while I hand back your papers!” Mr Wells declared. I frowned up at him before turning my confused face to Tansy.

“Already?” I whispered, shocked. Teachers at my old school never used to grade papers in the class let alone that quick; it was at least four days before we got them back.

“I know right! It’s freaky!” she hissed back as Mr Wells began walking down the aisles handing out the papers, commenting along the way.

“Tansy,” he said in a disapproving tone when he got to her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, gulping loudly. “Yves Saint Laurent creating ‘Le Smoking Suit, The Most Famous Tuxedo Suit for Women In 1966’,” he read her title from the page before looking back at her, “is not an important moment in history. She blushed as the entire class started snickering at her expense.