The Inevitable


Five o'clock, the hours.... the minutes, the seconds ticking by. "Why is my shift even this long? No one comes to the fifth street cafe anymore..." I was the only one in the shop, that's usually how it works out. As I said, no one really comes here, why hire more help than needed? The elevator music in the background was driving me crazy. "why is it even on? I sure don't enjoy it." The little bell on the door rang as a customer entered, interrupting my thoughts. A tall man in a dark suit came to the counter and ordered a small mocha frap. extra hot, no whip. He finished up his ordered by slapping his plastic on the counter before me. I grabbed a small mug and filled it, and I finished the rest of his order. I came back with the mug steaming, I ran his card, approved. He sat down at a small table nearest the back corner of the cafe, and pulled his mac lap top out of his satchel. I stared at him in disgust. "People like that have no principles." He should give his money to charities instead of spoiling himself like a fiendish, rotten, self absorb, wanna be princess little girl. It will get him no where in life. Instead, he comes here... to the fifth street cafe, orders one of thee most expensive coffees on the menu, with extra amenities, costing fifty cents extra each. He comes here, in his Versacci pin striped suit, sporting a pair of designer Italian leather shoes. Flashing his platinum credit card, tapping away on his mac lap top keyboard. The thought sickens me. I decided to wipe down the counter, to maybe take the mind off the scum visiting the cafe. Fifteen minutes later the wealthy man left, leaving a dollar tip on the table, could he spare the change?

* * *

Closing up shop didn't take long seeing as I had three customers the entire day. I wiped down the few tables that had been used, and washed dishes. Luckily, I didn't work tomorrow. Just as I was locking the front door, I felt arms around my waist and I screamed a quiet shriek. "Calm down Evey, it's just me, Alex." Alex's voice rang in my ears and suddenly I felt relief, my stomach muscles relaxing. The shop always gave me the creeps, well the area around it did anyway. It was located right outside town at the foot of the woods, and there was only one light in the parking lot. It felt good to have his warmth on mine. Finally, I didn't feel so alone. "So what's got you so jumpy this evening?" Alex asked, sort of snickering. He smiled the smile that helped me fall in love with him. "It's just so spooky." I said. "The area, the woods, only one lamp... it's just creepy." He laughed and said "Come on dear, lets go watch some movies at my place." Her grabbed my hand and my shakes disappeared.
That loud annoying shrill just kept sounding, every five minutes. Beep, beep, beep. Again the shrilling sounded. There was only a black figure and a gun shot, the black figure had fallen. Beep, beep, beep. Shrill, shrill, shrill. A flash of heat, and I bolt upright. My alarm clock was ringing aloud, six a.m. It was just a dream I thought to myself, sitting on my bed in the dark, the only light shining from my still shrilling alarm clock, beads of sweat gathering on my forehead. I inhaled and exhaled, as if I'd run a mile. I had all but an hour before I had to leave for school. So I drug myself lazily from the sweat dampened bed, slamming my hand down on the shrilling clock. I still had the image from the dream in my head, the black figure, the gun shot... what did it all mean? Did it have a meaning? Was it just a nightmare? I wasn't sure... thinking about it made my heart beat accelerate greatly, and I was worried.

* * *

Getting ready for school was not as much of a job for me as it was for most teenage girls. I simply throw on whatever, usually a pair of jeans and a band t shirt, and a pair of old sneakers. As far as hair goes, that usually goes up into a pony tail. No perfume, no accessories. I slip on my old converse, grab my messenger bag from the faded old couch in my living room, and head for the door. I pull from my messenger bag the keys to my 1985 mustang, limited edition. It may not be the most high class car of our time... but it's vintage, and back in it's time, it was the cool car to own. I was always made fun of for owning it. Going to school today was like any other day, miserable. I never looked forward to going to school, the days were not pleasant. The only part of my day that was positive, was Alex. He was the only reason I could handle my days.
Today was a cloudy, dreary rainy day, which was how I liked it. My car hugged the curves of the road as I drove to school, in no hurry what so ever. I pull into the student parking lot and I'm the first one there, as usual. As soon as I think I get some time to relax and think to myself, the jock jerks and their "everyone wants to be me" cheerleader girlfriends pull up in their brand new H3 Hummer, blaring music, and shouting. I stare over at them, without even realizing it. One girl shouts, noticing me, "Loser alert, look whose staring everybody!" Her friends and the jocks recognize her voice and all look at me and laugh beeping their horn, they're so obnoxious. Also as soon as I thought I'd never have peace again, Alex pulls up beside me on my right. He slowly emerged from his car, shutting the door quietly, school books in hand. He opened the door to my passenger side and slid in smiling. I smile back at him and ask "What's got you so happy this morning?' He grinned and said "Seeing you of course." I couldn't help but get a big foolish grin on my fade and suddenly the people on my left, were totally forgotten.

* * *

First and second period were extremely dull, but I'm in bio chem now, doing an experiment, and for once, I'm with Alex. I was already sitting at our lab table when he walked in. Crystal clear blue eyes shimmering in the lights, and his brown hair, a cascading waterfall flowing to his shoulders. His olive complexion went well with his other features. Along with that amazing, heart melting smile of his. I was too, smiling as he sat down at the table, it had been the first time I'd seen him since the parking lot this morning. He kissed me a quick hello on the lips before the teacher came back in and at this point, Alex was playing with my hair and we were talking, completely engrossed in one another. We were caught up in the moment of having each other. We just sat there, too busy with each other while everyone else worked. We stayed this way for nearly ten minutes before we heard a voice yell, "Alex Saint and Evey Masters! Since you two are too googly eyed over each other, I'm going to have to assign you both new partners!" I could see the disgust in Ms.Lophlermans eyes. She'd never been a warm hearted person... "Evey, you're with Jenna Calvary, and Alex you're with Steven Zaleckey." At least Alex was paired with someone he was friends with. I was paired with Jenna Calvary... cheer leading captain, three years running, also the head jocks girlfriend, in fact, the one that yelled at me this morning. I ignored her, going straight to work on the lab. We worked silently for some time, mixing chemicals and recording reactions. Fifteen minutes later, Jenna started an argument with me about what needed to be mixed with what other chemicals. "No, that red liquid mixes with clear one." Jenna stated. I shook my head before looking at her. "No, I said, that would cause the exact opposite reaction than were supposed to have, Jenna." She got an annoyed look on her face, accepting defeat. I went to turn around, to continue on our lab, and she continued on her rebuttal, which was obviously wrong. So I went ahead and mixed the right chemicals together. At that moment, Jenna dumped an entire beaker of chemicals down the front of my shirt. Nothing but shock shown on my face. Shaking the chemical residue from her hands she said "Woops, sorry." a grin spread across her face. Alex rushed to my side yelling "Jenna are you crazy?!" She just laughed out loud. Ms.Lophlerman came and took over saying "Good thing that chemical isn't hazardous. Jenna, to the principals office! Evey I'll have Alex escort you to the nurse."
Whilest walking to the nurse with Alex I blurted out "Whats wrong with those people?" still sobbing. Alex slid his arms around my shoulders, trying to console me saying "Every, sweetheart, they're just bad people, they do stupid things for no reason... hurt good people for their own enjoyment. Don't worry... I'm here for you, I love you." he said squeezing me tighter as we made our way down the narrow corridor to the nurses office.

* * *

A Point of View: Alex Saint

Dear Diary,


School was not well today. Evey got chemicals spilled down the front of her shirt... and she cried. Seeing her cry kills me inside. Jenna Calvary did it to prove a point I guess. It was wrong. I cannot take it anymore, the constant torture to Evey. Since I've started dating her, my life has been happy for me.. so entirely great. For Evey... the only thing I've done is make high school bearable. I know she is happy with me. I just wish that she could live as happily as I do. I can't believe I was ever friends with those people. Though, since then I lost my spot on the soccer team, I'd kill to play again. Tonight the jocks made me a proposal, to get my spot back on the team. Even though these guys are jerks... soccer is my passion, and my dream. Wish me good luck diary. I hope Evey is excited for me, I can't wait to tell her the good news.

- Alex Saint

* * *

The shrill, again, loud beeping in my ear. I slammed my hand down on the off button this time. I feel the cold chill my arms, goose bumps arising from the morning air. The old wood floor creaks as I slide off my bed to make my way to the dresser. The orange street lights still a glow outside, the sun has yet to rise. I go on with my morning routine, making my way down the stairs to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast, an unusual task for me seeing as I never usually had the time. First I ran outside on the front porch to grab the newspaper, yet again, something I didn't normally do, though I had the time this morning. I turn to the front page, looking at the norm, weather, crimes, sports. I read these sections gingerly, wondering how anyone could possibly be interested in watching grown men in spandex toss a football around to each other. I turn to the obituaries, again I had the time and I was curious. Skimming the sections, I read about young war soldiers, old men and women who had lived long and prosperous lives. Young children that God did not see a purpose for. Still reading, I see a title that caught my eye.

" Young Soccer Driven Teen Dies In Crash At Old Swamp, Carson Township."

I begin to read.



"Three young men were driving to nearby Crawford's swamp in Carson Township early this morning when they swerved to reportedly miss a deer that ran out in front of the road and flipped four times before landing their Jeep Cherokee top down in the swamp. The three boys were all juniors attending Valmont High school in Valmont county."

My heart began to thud.

"Names have been released. The driver, Eric Stone, David Neworth, the back seat passenger, and Alex Saint, who was riding front seat passenger. One of the three boys, was killed. Alex Saint was ejected from the jeep while it was in mid air, landing in the swamp itself, even though he was wearing his seat belt. Saint was life lighted to Valmont General, and at 2:45 am, Alex Saint was pronounced dead. The cause being internal bleeding."

Clang was the sound it made. My spoon slamming hard against the mahogany wood table. Nothing but the sound of my heart beating in my ears. My breathing, sped up faster now. My eyes, wide with shock, terror, fear and confusion. The cereal spilt on the table was dripping onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. I was frozen in place, I couldn't move. Not a muscle responding. At that moment. I could not comprehend words themselves.

Three Weeks Later

I didn't want to go back... though they made me. Said it was "essential" for me to go back. I didn't believe them... I didn't believe anyone! My first day back was a living hell. I didn't pay any attention to anyone, or anything. I didn't eat, I didn't blink. I didn't talk, nothing. I slid past all of the work for that first day back... and I was headed to work in a few hours. At least there, I could be alone, mostly. What will I do without Alex? He's the only person who kept me sane in this world, and now he's gone. All because of the people who tortured me in the first place. My torturers, my tormentors.. they killed my boyfriend, my best friend, the only guy who really did care about me, and what I brought to the world. I will get revenge, they won't get to live to see me suffer.

Ding, the little bell on the front door of the cafe sounded. I couldn't believe my eyes at who walked in, laughing and giggling... having a great time, so completely ignorant. All four of them sitting down at a small table in the back corner of the cafe. Jenna Calvary yelling. "Hello, are you going to take our order?!" I swallowed my pride, smiled at her, and nodded. Making my way to the front door, not taking my eyes off of them. Still staring at them, with one hand, I locked the door... the only exit to the Fifth Street Cafe.


* * *

"FOUR TEENS MURDERED IN SMALL TOWN CAFE."


"Seventeen year old, Evey Masters, was said to have murdered four young fellow class mates Thursday afternoon. All students were juniors. Masters parents told us that Evey had been unstable the past few weeks due to the recent loss of her boyfriend in a car accident just three weeks earlier. Her parents had also told us that Evey blamed two boys from the shop for her boyfriends death because both of them were with him in the car at that time, one of them driving, while her boyfriend Alex Saint, rode in the front seat. Evey stated upon arraignment that she "would not let them get away with the crime that they had committed against Alex and I." Masters is said to be extremely mentally unstable, and her parents have agreed to send her to The Valmont Institute for The Criminally Insane. All four students families are said to be suing the Masters family. More information on this story as it develops.




The End.