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Help Me, Rhonda © October 2009 Vivian Vincent
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Help Me, Rhonda
By Vivian Vincent
Chapter One
"Help me, Rhonda. Help, help me, Rhonda. Help me, Rhonda. Help, help me, Rhonda," Kailey Hamilton sang the lyrics loud while she drove her neon green and black Honda scooter through the neighborhood. Her singing was terribly off-key, but she didn't care. She'd just finished the last day of her junior year in high school and had turned eighteen the week before school let out. Her life was good!
Kailey was the typical high school nerd. She loved old Beach Boys tunes and her vintage Rubik's cube which she'd solved about a thousand times—the correct way. Posters on the walls of her room weren't of the latest rock band, but rather of men like Albert Einstein and Galileo.
Her extremely curly brown hair was always pulled up in a messy ponytail and her Coke bottle glasses always had a piece of tape holding them together. On this particular day, she wore faded denim overalls, a dingy white shirt beneath, with mismatched argyle socks and old, dirty, black and white Converse high tops. No one ever gave her a second glance unless it was to make fun of her.
"Hi, Mrs. Thompson!" Kailey waved as she rounded the corner at the end of the block.
Mrs. Thompson was also known as Lily to most of the other teenagers in the area. Her son, Scott, was captain of the football team and had plans to attend the University of Michigan on a full scholarship in the fall. She was dubbed "the coolest mom in the neighborhood" because of her friendly demeanor. Although she was in her early forties, she'd often have her son's friends hit on her before they realized who she was.
"Hi, Kailey!"
Kailey had already disappeared around the corner by the time Lily responded.
"Help me, Rhonda. Help, help me, Rhonda. Help me, Rhonda. Help, help—"
As Kailey approached the local 7-11, she kept her gaze straight ahead and immediately stopped singing. Most of the kids who made fun of her at school hung out there and she didn't want to draw any more attention than necessary.
"Oh look! It's Creepy Kailey!" one girl shouted.
"What the hell is she riding? A nerd bike?" one of the guys in the group called out, eliciting laughs from his friends.
"Hey, Kailey! Did you hear there's a new TV show? It's called Nerd-TV! I heard you were the star!"
Oh grow up! Kailey thought then twisted the throttle of the small scooter, anxious to get away from the immature taunts of her classmates.
She rounded another corner and kept her gaze straight ahead. Her house was at the end of the block and she hated riding back from her friend Jennifer's house because she always had to pass by the 7-11.
Jennifer Mitchell was the complete opposite of her best friend, Kailey. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Her short blond hair, blue eyes and curvy figure attracted the attention of most of the guys at Novi High School. Although she loved the attention, she was hopelessly in love with Jake Riley, Scott Thompson's best friend.
Kailey pulled into the driveway of the small ranch style house she lived in with her parents and cut off the engine to the scooter. Her dog, Scruffy, a Border Terrier, came barreling out of the backyard. His tail was wagging happily as he greeted his young mistress.
"Hey, Scruff." Kailey picked him up and nuzzled his neck while he squirmed in an attempt to reach her face with his tongue.
She put the dog down then headed inside. The kitchen was always her favorite room of the house. Her mom taught her how to cook there and she and her brother did most of their homework assignments at the kitchen table.
The Hamiltons weren't a well-to-do family by any stretch of the imagination. Both of Kailey's parents worked long hours in a local factory and Kailey was left home alone to babysit her younger brother, Ryan, more often than she'd like to admit.
Kailey plopped down in the soft leather chair and laid her head on her arms at the kitchen table. She tried her hardest to ignore the constant tormenting but every once in awhile it would get to her. She fought back her tears and wondered, if only briefly, how she could make people like her.
She didn't hear her father come in. He cleared his throat to get her attention and when she didn't answer, he became concerned.
"Kay? You all right?"
"Yeah. I'm fine, Dad. What are you doing home so early?"
"Power outage at the plant. Your mom dropped me off. She had to stop and get some groceries and I didn't wanna go." He smiled as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water.
Alan and Diane Hamilton had been married now for nearly twenty years. They met in high school and were married after they graduated. Kailey was an unexpected, but welcome surprise to the young couple when they discovered Diane was pregnant with her on their one year anniversary.
At thirty-eight, Alan held his age well. He still worked out as often as possible and his short brown hair only showed a few traces of gray. He knew going gray early was hereditary in his family and he was prepared for it. He’d bought himself a box of men's hair coloring and stashed it in the cupboard under the sink in the master bathroom. He took a seat beside his daughter and handed her one of the bottles of water.
"You sure you're all right? You look like you've been crying."
Kailey wiped her face with her sleeve then smiled softly at her father. "Yeah. Just the usual stuff."
"Honey, you gotta learn to stand up to those kids."
"I know, Daddy."
"What's say after dinner you and I play a game of NHL 2k9 on the Wii?"
"You know I always kick your butt on that game."
"Yeah, but I've been practicing. I'll win sooner or later."
"You're on, old man." Kailey grinned broadly at her father.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Your mother said you had to give Lily Thomspon a call."
"I just went by there. What does she want?"
"Well, apparently her normal babysitter is going out of town with her parents and she needs someone to watch Jeremy for the weekend."
"The whole weekend?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know if I can do it for the whole weekend, but I'll give her a call."
"Okay. I'm gonna go grab a shower before your mom gets home."
Alan drained the rest of his water then tossed the bottle toward the garbage can in the corner of the kitchen. He chuckled when it bounced off the wall and rolled back to rest at his feet.
Kailey chuckled. "Nice shot, Dad."
Alan feigned an angry look at his daughter then bent to pick up the bottle and walked it to the garbage can.
"Help me, Rhonda. Help, help me, Rhonda."
At least his singing voice is better than mine. Kailey chuckled as she listened to her father sing the same song she'd just been listening to on her mp3 player.
* * * *
Scott Thompson, the captain and quarterback of the Novi Wildcats Varsity football team was the object of affection of most girls in school. He was a bit over average height and weight and he was surprisingly muscular for a young man of only eighteen. Add to that his collar length brown hair and piercing blue eyes and he had almost every girl in the school chasing after him.
He wasn't your typical jock. Scott treated everyone equally and never joined in when his friends were making fun of anyone. It just wasn't his style. He always had a kind word or a polite smile for everyone and it only added to his already enormous appeal. It came as a surprise to many to learn he didn't have a steady girlfriend.
Jake Riley, however, was not so polite. He was often the one to start the torment of others. He was equally appealing in looks, with short blonde hair and brown eyes, although he wasn't quite as developed as Scott, he held his own fairly well. He would more often than not make fun of Kailey, much to the chagrin of his girlfriend, Jennifer. She'd usually put him in his place and if it wasn't her to do it, Scott would step in.
The first full week after graduation found Jake and Scott at Jake's house, shooting hoops and discussing their plans for the summer. It was a hot day; both young men wore shorts and tank tops. Their hair was damp with perspiration.
"Dude, I heard Creepy Kailey has a crush on you."
"Who told you that?"
"You forget I'm dating her best friend."
"Which makes me wonder why you call her Creepy Kailey. I know Jennifer gets on you every time you call her that."
Jake passed the ball to Scott then stood with his hands on his hips. "Do you see Jennifer here now?"
"No, but you really need to grow up, Jake."
"Don't tell me you got a thing for Kailey Hamilton."
"I didn't say that." Scott dribbled the ball away from his friend then turned and made an easy jump shot over his head. "I just think we should cut her some slack."
"All right, all right, I get it. But I still heard Kailey tell Jennifer she has a crush on you."
"So?"
"Doesn't that creep you out?"
"Nope." Scott made another easy shot over Jake's head. "That's nine, one more point and I win."
"Yeah, you just got lucky." Jake dribbled the ball away from Scott then turned to make a jump shot. Scott put his hands up and effectively blocked his friend's shot.
"Foul!" Jake exclaimed.
"It was not! It was a clean block!"
"You pushed me!"
"I didn't even touch you!"
"You did too!"
"Oh, stop being a baby." Scott dribbled the ball once then hurled it to his friend. "Here, take the damn shot again."
"So I hear Chelsea Harmon is having a big party this weekend. You gonna go?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? Dude, Chelsea's hot for you. We've got the whole summer of nothing but parties!"
"I don't."
"What?"
"I don't have the whole summer."
"Did you get a job?"
"No." Scott sank his last shot then walked over to the garage and sat down. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed heavily.
"If you didn't get a job then why can't you go to Chelsea's party?"
"Because I’ve gotta go to summer school."
"What?"
"I failed Calculus. Even though I had enough math credits when I graduated, if I want my scholarship to Michigan, I gotta re-take the course. It's some weird condition of them giving me the full scholarship. I had to pass everyone one of my classes in the final semester."
"So what's that got to do with going to Chelsea's party?"
"I'm not gonna spend the weekend partying, Jake. I need to study if I wanna pass this course."
Jake reached into a small refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of Coke then slumped down beside Scott. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it up to wipe the sweat off his face.
"Man, that blows."
Scott took the offered bottle of Coke. "Tell me about it. I'm officially out of friggin' high school, but I still gotta take a summer school class."
"So if you failed it the first time around, what makes you think you'll pass it this time?"
"I'm gonna find me a tutor."
"Yeah, good luck with that one buddy."
"I already have someone in mind."
"It'll take a miracle worker to help you pass Calculus, Scott."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Scott let out a heavy sigh, then drained the soda in two gulps. He handed the empty to Jake.
"You boys about done out here?" Jake's father asked from the doorway of the garage. "I need Jake to come help me in the basement."
"Yeah, we're done, Dad." Jake jumped to his feet then said goodbye to Scott as he headed into the house.
Scott hopped in his car and headed home with his future academic career weighing heavily on his mind.
Chapter Two
Lily Thomspon packed her suitcases for her long weekend away from home. She didn't want to go, but her boss had told her if she didn't she might as well apply for a new job. Since she was Director of Public Relations at the company she worked for, she had to spend the weekend schmoozing with the clients and painting the company in a good light. Her boss and his wife were to join the group late Sunday evening and it was then and only then could she head home.
"Mom?" Scott asked from the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"I'd heard Amanda was going out of town with her family. Who's gonna watch Jeremy all weekend? I've got things I've gotta do and—"
"Kailey Hamilton. Why?"
Scott's eyes widened at his mother's response. What were the odds that the same person he'd been thinking about asking to help tutor him was the same person who'd be at his house all weekend?
"Just checking." Scott fiddled with the hem of his tank top, glancing around the room and sighing heavily every few seconds.
His mother stopped packing long enough to turn and look at her son. "What's the problem, sweetie?"
"I—uh—well, see, it's like this, Mom—I—uh, gotta take a summer school course."
"What? Why?"
"I failed Calculus," Scott replied quietly.
"What?"
"I said, I failed Calculus."
"I thought you did well in all your subjects, Scott?"
"No. I didn't think it’d matter though. I had enough math credits to graduate. Then the dean of students at U of M contacted me a couple days ago when the principal sent him my transcripts. He said a condition of my scholarship was I had to pass all my classes in the final semester."
Lily sighed then sat down on the bed. "Okay, so how long is this course?"
"Five weeks. They're just teaching the basics, enough to get the proper credit and bring my grade up to passing."
Lily rose to her feet and approached her son. She knew how he’d been doing in school, but she didn’t say anything. She knew Scott would tell her sooner or later. But, she was unaware of the conditions of his scholarship. Regardless of his poor grade in Calculus, she was proud he'd done so well for himself. He had a promising future and a promising career in football, if he'd just settle down and keep himself focused on what was important.
She pulled him into a motherly embrace. "I'm angry with you for not telling me about this sooner, Scott, but I do understand why you didn't. Do what you have to do to get your scholarship."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I should’ve told you."