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Title: Always Kiss Me Goodnight
Always Kiss Me Goodnight
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J.T Daphne’s excited. She’s always liked moving up in grades, convinced that the next years going to be better than the last and then she gets disappointed when it’s not better. That it’s the same – or worst. This years no difference. Moving up from a junior to a senior is big fucking news for her. She’s more excited than ever, rambling for eternity about how fun this year will be. How different things are going to be. How everything’s going to be a huge fucking blast. I’m not one to burst her bubble so I keep my mouth shut and agree with her when it’s necessary. She’ll find out for herself – this year won’t be different.
“Back for another year in hell.”
Daphne rolls her eyes at me as we step through
the front doors of St. James. I’m being serious. St. James is hell and we both
know it. Daphne just chooses to be more enthusiastic and less pessimistic about
things. We both know, however, that I know she really agrees with me and that
she’s just too stubborn to agree with me with her voice. Pulling at my tie, I
hate the fucking thing, we both head down the halls, schedules in our hands.
Too be honest, I’m slightly nervous. I usually am at the start of the year…but
only because I don’t want to get shoved inside a locker my first day here.
That’d be bad luck.
“Do you always have to be so,”
“Yeah, I do, Daph.”
“Obviously. You should be excited, Jus! We’re
seniors. Do you know what that means?”
“One more year until we get out of hell?”
She rolls her eyes at me again and we’re both
relieved to see that we have lockers next to each other. Daphne smiles over at
me. “See? It won’t be too bad.” It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “You
can determine an entire year by how are lockers are situated? Damn – you are
good.” She pushed me lightly on the shoulder, looks down at the scrap of
paper in her hand and begins spinning in her combination. I don’t bother
opening my locker. We haven’t gotten any of our books yet so I have nothing to
put inside. She always opens her locker on the first day of school and then
shuts it again after close inspection. Her locker door slams shut. I smirk.
“Is it everything you thought it would be?”
“Yes, it’s a very nice locker.”
“I’m happy for you.”
“Shut up. What class do you have?”
I look down at my crumpled schedule.
“Literature.”
“Me too! See, it’s getting better and better.”
“You’re so retarded.”
“Gee, thanks, Justin.”
She shoves me on the shoulder again, grabs hold
of my wrist, and practically drags me all the way to the literature room smiling
as we go. I groan as she pushed me quite roughly inside the large classroom,
teacher writing his name on the board with a black dry erase marker. Mr.
Cato. He’s new. Still holding tightly onto my wrist, Daphne leads us to
two seats in the very back. I sigh with relief that she isn’t going to make us
sit in the very front like she usually does. Once we’re seated we sit and talk.
Well, Daphne talks about how, during the summer, she saw a boy, wanted said boy,
and said boy became her boyfriend. The said boy’s name would be Derek and she
didn’t waste time telling me how he “popped her cherry.”
I've never met Derek and I don’t think I want
to. Well, I don’t want to see the two of them together anyway because, well,
I’m just not ready for hetero PDA. Especially between my best friend and
some…guy. I look towards the door every few seconds, telling myself that I’m
not jealous that Daphne has lost her virginity before me, waiting for her prince
in shining armor to walk in. She practically squeals when he does and I can see
why. He’s pretty good looking. She smiles over at him and waves him over. I
inwardly roll my eyes. Fuck – he can’t come over here.
“Justin, this is Derek. Derek – Justin. He’s
my best-friend.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I offer him a nod and smile. That’s all he’s
getting. Daphne bites her lip.
“Jus, you mind if I sit with Derek?”
YES.
“Sure. No problem.”
She breaks out into a smile, leans over and
kisses me on the cheek, and slides out of her seat and sits next to Derek at the
table directly in front of me. I cringe when I see Derek’s hand rest on her
thigh. Gross. Sighing, I rest my chin in the palm of my hand and stare
down at the black surface of the table, fingers tracing invisible patterns.
Trying to find a way to amuse myself I guess. The door opens again and I look
up, just curious to see who it is. If it’s someone I know so they can sit next
to me. Then I remember that Daphne is the only person I ever talk to at St.
James. Except Chris Hobbs and I’m usually telling him to fuck off after he
shoves me against a row of lockers or something.
I definitely don’t know the gorgeous specimen
that walks in.
His tall form pauses at the entrance, intense
hazel eyes searching for a place to sit. I pray, hope, and beg God to make him
sit here. I’m suddenly glad that Daphne abandoned me for her cherry popper
because this guy needs to sit next to me. This gorgeous brunet just has
to. His eyes meet mine and I hope I don’t look as startled as I feel because I
don’t want to look like an idiot in front of him. A smirk on his face his form
saunters over in my direction. I quickly look away so my eyes don’t wander and
stare back down at the surface of the desk. Like he would ever sit next to me
anyway. I’m a loser. I’m anti-social. I’m un-popular.
Doesn’t he know that by now? Probably.
“Is this seat taken?”
Blinking and licking my dry lips, I look back
up from the table and slowly shake my head.
“Nope, feel free.”
He sits down, his backpack placed on the table
and looks over at me. He’s so fucking…perfect. He’s the most beautiful teen
I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Brian Kinney.”
“Justin Taylor.”
He nods and the bell rings so there’s no more
room for talking and we tune in to class.
^^^
B.K The first thing I think when I walk into my first period class is ‘the blond kid is hot’. There’s no way I’m going to pass up that empty chair and not sit next to him. And by the look on his face he’s all too eager to let me sit next to him. Just my luck – the hottest student in the room is gay. Maybe St. James won’t be so bad after all. It can’t be any worst than my old school. And my old school sucked ass.
To make my day better – Taylor’s in all my
classes.
I made sure to sit next to him in each one.
And he didn’t seem to mind.
I wander around the halls looking for my locker
when the last bell rings for the day. I don’t want to go home. Most kids would
want to go home after school but definitely not me. Drunk dads with rough
abusive tactics and overly-religious-alcoholic mothers weren’t the type of thing
you would want to go home to. I feel slightly frustrated because I can’t seem
to find my fucking locker but it doesn’t last long because I’m suddenly
distracted by the sounds of scuffling feet, jeers from a rough male voice, and a
locker door slamming open.
I move around the corner and witness a boy I
don’t know gripping onto Justin’s tie and pushing him hard inside his
locker. The blond tells him to fuck off and the boy replies with a leer and a
taunt about flaunting homosexuality around all over the place. What a Fucktard.
No one would’ve guessed that Justin was gay unless they were me because I’m on
the one he has the blushing impediment with. The locker door is slammed
shut and Justin is locked inside. The boy makes haste in leaving the scene of
the crime and disappearing quite successfully. I walk closer to Justin’s
locker, hearing the boy kick and yell for the boy to come back so he can kick
his ass. This, if you ask me, would be pretty hard to do locked in a locker.
“Lockers are for your books, Taylor.”
He’s suddenly silent and then,
“Fuck you – help me out.”
“My, my, we are rude aren’t we? Sorry – my
hands are full.”
I’m not holding a damn thing but I’m sure it’s
pissing Justin off quite successfully.
“C’mon! Please?”
“Well, you’re getting better.”
“You
could always get on your knees when I let you out.”
He’s silent and I can imagining him blushing on
the other side of the metal locker door.
“Just let me out.”
“Please?”
“Fuck – please.” “Alright, what’s your combination.”
“9-19-9.” I quickly put in the combination and swing open the locker door. He spills out, into me, and I wonder if he possibly does this on purpose. I decide not because Justin doesn’t seem like the type of guy to throw himself at guys like that. He quickly pushes himself away from me, limbs stretching and eyes narrowing. He probably wants to really kick some ass right now.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Taylor.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you had a good laugh.”
“You bet.”
He smiles at me for a second and tilts his head
to the side a little bit before he turns to leave.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I guess you will.” He smiles one last time and turns around and I don’t move until I can no longer see his retreating back. He has a nice ass, that’s all I have to say.
Title: Always Kiss me Goodnight
J.T
“You use protection right?”
Daphne rolls her eyes.
“Duh, of course we do.”
“Why am I even talking to you about
your sex life? It’s making me sick.”
Daphne snorts and continues rambling
on about how much she loves Derek and how she’s convinced that the two of them
are “soul mates.” Honestly – she never shuts up about him. I keep my eyes open
for Brian who has become something of a friend of mine. After the first day of
school we had continued sitting next to each other in every class, eating lunch
together along with Daphne and Derek, and, yeah, I’d say we’re friends a month
later after our first meeting. Daphne nudges me in the side with her elbow as
we enter the literature classroom.
“You want him don’t you?”
“What are you talking about?
Derek’s straight.”
“You and I both know that I’m not
talking about Derek. We both know that I’m talking about a certain
hottie that’s walking towards us right about…now.”
As soon as the word ‘now’ is out of
her mouth Brian strides into the room. It never ceases to amaze me that Daphne
is such a lucky guesser as to when Brian’s close by. I roll my eyes over at
her. “I don’t think so, Daph.” She snorts and sits down in her usual seat in
front of me. “Whatever you say, Blondie but I know.” I sit down in my seat and
smile at Brian as he sits down next to me, bag slung on top of the table and
tall form getting comfortable on the not-so comfortable chairs.
“Hey, kids.”
Daphne smirks.
“I’m definitely no kid. Kids haven’t
done what I’ve done.”
I make a gagging sound.
“I hope most kids haven’t
fucked your boyfriend.”
“You know what I meant, Mr. Jealous.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“What do I have to be jealous about?”
Daphne smirks again, hands folding on
her lap and she turns to face me all the way. “You’re just feeling some
jealousy due to the fact that I’ve had sex and,” Brian breaks in, cutting Daphne
completely off. “You haven’t had sex?” A few people look in our direction and
I narrow my eyes at the smirking brunet. “Way to direct attention, asshole and,
no, I haven’t. We’ve known each other for what? A month? And you didn’t
know?” Brian doesn’t reply, he just turns back around in his seat and directs
his attention to the front of the room.
Mr. Cato comes in a few seconds
later. Derek arrives twenty minutes late.
And class begins.
^^^
“You’re such a pig.”
“Thanks, Brian.”
I smile sweetly at him as I eat my
fourth slice of pizza. It’s not my fault that I’m hungry. Daphne grins, laughs,
and goes back to talking to Derek. Derek is officially getting on my nerves.
All she ever does is talk to him. Himhimhimhim and him. It’s all about Derek
now. Rolling my eyes over at the inseparable couple I begin gulping down my
coke. Suddenly there’s a hand slapping hard against the back of my head and my
soda ends up all over my face and the front of my clothes. “Oops! Sorry,
fag!” Groaning, I look over my shoulder at his retreating back.
“Fuck you, Hobbs!”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
I inwardly gag. How ‘bout no.
“In your fucking dreams you fucking
pussy.”
Suddenly the larger teen is barreling
back to our table – thanks to me and my stupid ass mouth – and I’m soon picked
up by the collar. A few seconds later his fist collides with my nose and I’m a
bleeding mess. Where are teachers when you need them? Not here obviously.
Daphne’s yelling at Chris to stop except…he doesn’t listen to her. Next I’m
being punched in the stomach and I’m staggering backwards, doubled over. Fuck
him. Who knew him being called a pussy would make him so pissed off? If I had
I wouldn’t have said it.
Then Brian’s there, his taller and
stronger form shoving Chris off of me and onto the floor with a loud thump.
“Get your fucking hands off of him, Fucktard.” Daphne’s around the table next
inspecting my face. “You need to go see the school nurse.” I push her away and
touch my nose to only get blood all over my hand. “Fuck that. If I go to the
nurse I’ll get a detention for fighting.” Chris gets up to his feet, sends me
one last glare, and stalks away with his jock buddies before anymore damage can
be done. Frowning, Brian grabs my wrist.
“C’mon, I’ll help you get cleaned
up.”
“Thanks.”
Brian takes me to the bathroom, which
is empty since everyone is at lunch. Thank god – I didn’t want to have to
answer questions. “Get up on the counter.” Without a word I pull myself up
onto the bathroom counter, legs dangling off the edge, and one hand holding my
stomach, which hurts like fucking hell. Brian wets a few paper towels and
gently begins wiping my face, careful not to touch my nose too hard. Just
soft. And I realize just how close we are. Probably too close. His free hand
holds my chin in place so I don’t move while is other hand continue to wash away
the blood. His eyes look up momentarily from my nose, and probably bruising
lip, and meet my eyes.
If I’ve thought it once I’ve thought
it a million times – his eyes are just…intense. They’re just not any
ordinary hazel. They’re, it’s hard to explain. They’re just beautiful.
Like he is and, of course, I won’t tell him that because that would just be
utterly embarrassing but I think it all the time. I quickly avert my eyes
somewhere else, not able to look at him anymore. I hadn’t even noticed that his
hand had slowed quite considerably through the time that we had just sat there
staring at each other. Too bad he didn’t kiss me. A part of me had been hoping
he would. We’re close – only a few centimeters away from our lips touching. If
I just moved forward a little bit – I push the thought away and concentrate only
on being cleaned.
“I knew your mouth would get you in
trouble.”
I smile slightly glad that he spoke.
“He really fucking pisses me off.
It’s not my fault.”
He picks up a clean dry paper towel
and begins wiping away the wetness, still careful around my nose. I sigh and
raise an eyebrow. “How bad is the damage?” He smirks. “Really fucking bad.
You look like shit.” I roll my eyes and say thanks for the encouragement and he
replies with a no problem. He helps me off the sink and grabs the hem of my
shirt. Eyes widening slightly I take a step back, my ass meeting the edge of
the counter I had just been sitting on. “What are you doing?” He raises an
eyebrow, weird expression on his face. “I was just gonna look at your stomach.
He punched you pretty hard.” I nod, relax, and step forward again my cheeks
quickly flushing at my stupidity.
This time he successfully lifts my
shirt and examines the large bruise forming on my stomach.
“Nothings broken.”
“You’re really good at this…healing
thing.”
A look of pain flashes across his
face and it disappears before I can ask him about it. He grins and shrugs his
shoulder, changing the subject. “No wonder you’re still a virgin.” I narrow my
eyes and slap his hands away from my shirt and let it fall back down over the
bruise.
“What does that mean?”
“I only touched the hem of your shirt
and you nearly screamed rape.”
“I did not.”
I cross my arms over my chest and
continue narrowing my eyes at him…even though he’s right. I did freak out more
than necessary. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.” I nod. “That’s more like it.”
He smiles at me, arms coming to wrap around my neck, legs pressing against my
legs and his body far too close to mine to be a friendly gesture. His forehead
rests against mine and I hesitantly rest my hands on his sides. Ok, for one,
he’s never so much as hugged me before and two, I can only imagine what someone
would think if they barged in here and saw us. “Have you ever kissed someone?”
I blink. What kind of question is
that? I bite my lip and shake my head.
“Does my mom count?”
“Gross, you’ve kissed your mom?”
“On the cheek, perve!”
“No, that doesn’t count.”
“Then…no?”
Before I know what the hell is
happening his lips are gently pressing against mine and I freeze. What am I
supposed to do? I’ve never kissed anyone before. For fucks sake, I’ve never
even held a guys hand. Suddenly my lips move against his and I realize that my
knuckles are probably turning white I’m gripping onto his hips so tightly. His
arms pull me tighter against his body, his erection pressing against my leg and
his tongue sliding into my mouth and meeting my own tongue for the first time.
Suddenly I push him away, eyes wide
with bewilderment.
“I-I have to get to class…”
Without another word I stumble out of the bathroom, cheeks burning, my cock semi-hard, and my lips bruised in a different way then Chris’s fist colliding with them. Title: Always Kiss Me Goodnight
B.K
I just couldn’t keep my mouth off of him. I
just couldn’t keep myself from tarnishing his perfect innocence. How is any gay
male supposed to keep their hands or lips off of him? He’s one of the hottest
guys I’ve seen in my life. I don’t even know how I waited an entire month to
just…touch him. I guess I should thank Chris Hobbs for giving me the chance to
spend some alone time with Justin. But, I probably made a huge mistake. Justin
had fucking freaked out on me and I don’t know about you but that’s not usually
a good thing. No one has ever freaked out when I’ve kissed them. This is a
first.
So, it’s predictable, the next morning that
Justin doesn’t even so much as glance my way when I sit down next to him for
first period. Daphne raises her eyebrow at me and I just shrug. If Justin
hasn’t told her about me kissing him yet she will hear about it. Whenever
Justin’s ready to tell her. Or maybe I should just spare her the waiting and
tell her myself.
“New assignment, kids.”
God, doesn’t the fucking teacher know that
we’re seniors. Not kids. I glance over at Justin but he continues to
stare ahead and pay Mr. Cato his full attention, hands folded on the desk but I
know that he’s perfectly aware of me looking at him. He never pays this much
attention in class. In any class. Rolling my eyes at his…stupid
attitude, I look up and listen as the teacher explains our assignment.
“Whoever you’re sitting next to will be who
you’re working with,”
I glance over at Justin to see if he’s having a
fucking cow. Surprisingly, he’s not.
“I’ll be assigning a different piece of
literature to each of you and you’ll both read it together and have to tell me
about it in seven page essay, no less than that. Alright – Daphne Chanders and
Derek Holmes: Romeo & Juliet. Justin Taylor and Brian Kinney: The Odyssey.
Chris Hobbs and…”
I glance over at him again. He’s fidgeting
with a strap on his backpack. I contemplate on asking him what the hell he’s so
freaked out about. He enjoyed it. I can feel and I definitely felt him
responding. I definitely felt his mouth moving against mine. I definitely
heard him make a silent moan inside my mouth. And I know I felt his dick
getting hard against mine so I don’t see what the problem is. After Mr. Cato
gives all the students their assignment he passes out the literature to each of
us. Our book is pretty old and ratty.
I look over at the silent blond.
“We’ll have to work at your house.”
There’s no way in hell that we’re going to my
place. For the first time this morning Justin looks over at me. He even
manages to hold eye contact. He slowly nods. “That’s fine.” I cross my arms
over my chest and roll my eyes. “How’s your stomach?” He’s silent for a moment
and I look over at him. His skin is becoming slightly flushed and he runs a hand
quickly through his hair. During the month that I’ve known him I’ve learned all
of his nervous habits. He’ll bite his thumbnail or his bottom lip. He’ll run
his hand through his hair repeatedly. He’ll just have this…look. He’s
easy for me to read.
“It’s fine, thanks. So is my nose.”
That’s nine words he’s said to me all morning.
Maybe we’re getting somewhere. I nod, tipping backwards in my chair. “That’s
good. Did your mom freak?” I’ve heard a one or a million stories about
Jennifer Taylor. Stories from how much she loves Justin to stories about how
protective she gets over him about certain things. Like bullies. Justin
complains incessantly about how protective and worrisome she is about him. He
complained because he’s seventeen and doesn’t think his mother should worry. I
wish my mother worried about me, not that I would actually tell anyone that.
“She wasn’t too happy when I told her what
happened. I gave her the cleaner version, leaving out profanity and…stuff.”
Stuff = Brian trying to rape me in the
bathroom.
I nod, smiling slightly.
“Did your dad threaten to knock Chris’s head
off or something?”
Justin never talks about his father. Whenever
I bring him up the blond always manages to change the subject before the
discussion can get too far. Justin swallows, strange expression falling onto
his face, and his body shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “My father wasn’t
home. He isn’t home much.” That’s something I can’t relate to. My dad’s home
all the time. I wish he wasn’t home all the time. Maybe Jack should get
together with Craig Taylor and they could go out together instead of staying
home with their sons. “Oh, well, did your mom?” For the first time, the blond
smiles. It’s only slightly though.
“My mom’s not exactly butch enough to do
something like that. Or violent enough.”
I nod, smiling over at him. Maybe things won’t
be so bad after all. Unless we’re alone together. Justin will probably never
let me be in the same space alone with him again. Fuck, I wish he’d at least
tell me why he was so freaked about the sexual contact that had happened
yesterday. “I would have done more. Then shove him on the floor I mean. If we
hadn’t been at school at the time.” Justin smiles softly at me once more and
shrugs. “Thanks, but, you did enough to help me.” I’m not sure if he means
this as a bad thing or a good thing so, I decide to ask. I’ve always been one to
say what I was feeling. Well, most of the time anyway.
“Is that a good thing or bad thing?”
The blond pauses a moment, biting his lip.
Then,
“It’s a good thing…”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”
^^^ J.T
“Is there something wrong between you and
Brian?”
I look over at Daphne, the two of us sitting on
her bed doing our homework for today. I shrug and choose not to say anything.
Is there? Sure, I had totally freaked out in the bathroom yesterday when Brian
had kissed me. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed it. God, I had thoroughly
enjoyed it. I had wanted it to last longer but…I freaked. I’m not sure exactly
why I did but…I did and that’s the end of the story. Maybe it’s because I’m
scared of the whole relationship thing. Last time Daphne got dumped by someone
she had “loved” she hadn’t been the same for several weeks.
I don’t want to end up like that.
And then there’s the fact that I’m totally
inexperienced. Why would Brian want someone that doesn’t know anything about
relationships, sex and dating? Sure, I know about it all but I don’t know. If
that makes any sense. Daphne places her pencil down on her spiral notebook and
raises an eyebrow over at me. Sensing her drilling stare, I glance up from my
work and try to act as innocently and unknowing as possible.
“What happened?”
“It was yesterday…in the bathroom…”
She suddenly looks very interested. I can only
imagine what her dirty mind is thinking up.
“He kissed me.”
“Oh. My. GOD. Are you serious? Is he a good
kisser? Did you kiss him back? Did you enjoy it? What’d you say afterwards?
What’d he say? Did,”
I throw my pencil at her causing her to clamp
her mouth shut.
“Yes, I’m serious. Yes, he’s an excellent
kisser but I don’t have anything to compare him to either. Yes, I kissed him
back…after a few seconds of being frozen. Uh, yes, I mean…I guess I enjoyed
it…a lot. I actually…ended it. I completely freaked, Daphne! I ran out of
that bathroom as fast as I could telling him I had to get to class. So…I didn’t
really give either of us a chance to say anything…I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re such an innocent little boy, Justin.”
“I’m not an innocent little boy.”
She raises her eyebrow at me again.
“What?”
“You are too innocent.”
^^^
B.K
I dial Justin's number hoping my father doesn’t
hear the sounds of the phone. He’s asleep, drunk out of his fucking mind, on
the couch downstairs. It’s better when he’s asleep. Much, much better. Four
rings later the blond answers his phone.
“Hello?”
“Justin? It’s Brian.”
“Oh, um, hey.”
“I was thinking, this weekend, Friday,
tomorrow, which is tomorrow, maybe, we could get together and read ‘The Odyssey’
together…at your house. Or somewhere.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s fine. Uh – you wanna just
come home with me Friday that way you don’t have to drive. I could always give
you a lift back home after we’ve had enough reading.”
“Sure, that’s fine. G’night, Sunshine.”
I am so fucked. Title: Always Kiss Me Goodnight
B.K
My door suddenly swings open. I know what
you're probably thinking - Why don't I just simply lock my door? Not too
long ago, actually, the first day we moved to Pittsburgh my dad made sure that
the lock was removed. Smart little bastard. If I can't lock him out he can
have all the "fun" he wants to with me. I quickly pick myself up off my bed, my
hands automatically making fists, and my form quickly switching from laid back
to extremely tense in about five seconds. In Jack Kinney's right hand is a beer
bottle - half empty. His left hand is clenched and ready to punch me in the
face and I'm waiting for it too. He staggers into the room looking around
suspiciously. Because everyone just knows how much trouble I cause at home -
like being born.
"Wha-you doin', Sonny Boy?"
"Nothing."
"Fucking liar - what was that noise?"
He takes two steps towards me possibly planning
on knocking the daylights out of me but said object that made noise suddenly
starts ringing. I quickly reach down and pick it up, thanking the gods for the
save, and I answer it. My dad may be drunk but he's still smart enough not to
do anything when I'm on the phone with someone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Brian! It's Daphne! I've heard
something...interesting recently."
I breathe a sigh of relief. My dad looks
thoroughly irritated that his abusive rampage had been put on hold. "Uh
- really?" I watch as my dad stalks out of my room and let out an extremely
loud sigh into the phone. "Are you alright, Brian?" I haven't told anyone
about my dad. I haven't told anyone about my mother. I haven't told anyone
about my "perfect" sister, Claire, who has the abuse free end of the life. I
always shy from telling either of my friends about my "wonderful" home life. I'd
rather spare them that. Plus, I don't want anyone fucking pitying me. "Um,
yeah, Daphne, I'm fine..." For now. Until you hang up on me and leave me alone
here. I shove the thoughts away and ask her what interesting news she's heard.
That's important enough to tell me.
"You kissed Justin!"
Oh. That.
"So, he told you."
"Duh! So that's why he was acting so weird
around you! When he told me I couldn't believe it. So, what are you guys now?
A couple?"
She sounds way to excited about all of this. I
sigh heavily into the phone and roll my eyes.
"No, more like extremely awkward. Well,
he is anyway."
"That's Justin. He's so adorable."
"Is there a point to this phone call?"
Yeah - saving my skin. "Well, not really. I
just wanted to hear your point of view about it." I sit back down on my bed and
sprawl myself down on it. I don't usually talk on the phone but right now, I
want to kiss the girl on the other side of the phone. Usually that thought
would disgust me. "What'd he say about it?" Daphne giggled on the other end of
the phone line. "Well...he was extremely embarrassed about running out like
that but," She stops talking and I groan at her through the phone. She can be
so annoying sometimes. Like she is whenever Derek's around. I'm not the only
one who's tired of her boyfriend. All you have to do is see the look on
Justin's face whenever the other teen enters the room and it looks like all hell
is going to break loose. "What, Daphne?"
"Well, lets just say...he thoroughly enjoyed
you attacking him."
"I didn't attack him. He totally wanted
it."
She snorts. "Who wouldn't?"
"You have a boyfriend and I'm gay so you're
definitely out of luck."
She sighs, acting out sorrow.
"Unfortunatly. Anyway, you should probably
treat him...less...sexually."
I laugh. "What?"
"Well, he's not exactly up there in the
sexual food chain and,"
"Yeah, I know. I was his first kiss."
"I'm just saying that he's totally,"
"Inexperienced? I didn't notice."
She laughs and I can imagine her shaking her
head and rolling her eyes at me through the phone. "Yeah, I can see why it's so
hard not too. Asshole. And I'd also like to threaten you. This is how it
works - I warn you in my most threatening voice that if you hurt him I'll
castrate you and then leave you to die." I wince. It sounds excruciatingly
painful. "I wasn't planning on it." She quickly answers me with a good and
tells me she has to leave because precious Derek is there to study with her.
Yeah, study. "Alright, bye Daphne." I hang up and am quieter with setting the
phone down. My dad doesn't come back to my room for about two hours and, when
he does...
It isn't pleasant.
xxx
J.T
"Fuck, Brian, are you alright?"
When I got to school this morning I hadn't
expected Brian to be here early. I also hadn't expected him to have a hugantic
shiner. Even though I'm still embarrassed about what happened a few days ago I
can't let that keep me from bounding over, maybe standing closer then was
necessary, and looking at his shiner carefully, eyebrow raised as to how he got
it. He doesn't answer me - he only shrugs and that only makes my suspicions
that something horribly wrong had happened to him more active. "C'mon, Brian,
something is obviously wrong," He quickly snaps at me, telling me that nothing
is wrong, a hard edge in his voice and I immediately clamp my mouth shut. I
don't want to be punished with his angry voice again. He sighs, face softening.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Claire
and I got into a fight, she threw something at me and it accidently hit me in
the face. It's not a big deal."
I can tell he's lying but I don't say so. If
he doesn't want to tell me that's fine. There are tons of things that I've kept
secret from him too. Well, not tons of things. But things like my father.
Craig Taylor is something I want shut out of my life forever. And shut out of
everyone's life. No one needs to know about him. He's never home anyway. He's
never said anything but my mom and I both know that he's out late at nights not
doing what he tells us he is. Working late. More like out fucking late.
That's the only kind of late work he ever does anymore. Jennifer knows it too -
not that she would ever come out and say it. I don't either - I don't want her
to hurt anymore than she already does. I only nod up at the brunet and quickly
take a few steps away from him so I'm not as close anymore. Flashes of what
happened last time we were close played behind my eyes.
I don't want to embarrass myself further.
"Are you still comin' over tonight?"
"Of course I am. I wouldn't miss reading 'The
Odyssey' for anything."
I smile, glad that he doesn't sound angry
anymore - the look is still there though. "Yeah right. We all know that you
live to do homework assignments." He says that he does and that's when Daphne
intrudes, hand in hand with Derek. She smiles at the both of us and, oh shit.
She probably told Brian that I had told her about what had happened in the
bathroom. I narrow my eyes over at her and she just shoots me an innocent look.
I cross my arms over my chest and make a point of not telling her hello. She
had better keep her mouth shut about the whole ordeal. I'm embarrassed enough as
it is. Derek clears his throat in the silence and Daphne suddenly talks,
breaking it all.
"Have you guys started reading yet? Derek and
I did last night."
Brian scoffed.
"When you told me on the phone that you were
going to "study" I thought you meant study as in...fuck each others brains out
all night."
Daphne rolls her eyes, arms crossing over her
chest. Derek looks impossibly embarrassed at the remark and chooses not to say a
word. Finally something registers in my mind. Daphne had called Brian. That
could only mean one thing. My suspicions were now confirmed - she told Brian
that I told her about our bathroom moment. I swallow and look over at Brian
real quickly. If he's thinking about anything having to do with the kiss then
he doesn't look like it. Daphne chooses not to comment on Brian's crude comment
but, instead, asks him about his shiner. "What happened to your face?" Brian
rolls his eyes. "You don't have to be so rude. I'm already aware of the fact
that I'm no longer extremely fuckable anymore. Not until it's gone. I don't
need you to remind me." Daphne grins and looks over at me.
"You never answered my question. Have you guys
read yet?"
Brian glares at her.
"I'm goin' over to his house tonight to start.
Not that it's any of your business."
"So...does that mean...your spending the
night?"
I look down at the ground as my cheeks start to
burn. She is such a cunt sometimes. I run a hand furiously through my hair and
tell myself to calm down. It was a perfectly innocent question. Fuck that! It
would have been innocent if someone else had said it but not Daphne. I glance
over at Brian and he's smirking. He obviously knows exactly what she's
implying. "No, Daphne, I'm not. Why do you ask?" Daphne shrugs, look of fucked
up innocence on her face. "Oh, I was just curious. Why aren't you?" I sigh
and contemplate on leaving the entire conversation all-together. I don't need
this shit. What kind of best-friend is she? I glare over at her and she
catches it. She only shrugs her shoulders over at me, small smile playing on her
face. Brian shrugs.
"I don't have a change of clothes."
"Oh, well, that's too bad."
Brian and I don't answer this statement.
Suddenly the bell rings signaling that all of us should be in first period by
now and we hurry towards Mr. Cato's literature/english classroom.
xxx
B.K
I don't know where he is. I've been waiting
for him next to his excuse for a car for twenty-minutes. I lean against the
black jeep, wait...wait...and wait. Someone would've thought they'd been stood
up if it weren't for the fact that Justin wouldn't just leave his car here.
Suddenly I see his blond head burst out of the front doors of the school and
then his body begins running towards the jeep, showing just how much of a hurry
he's in. When he reaches the jeep I examine his flushed cheeks and apologetic
look.
"Where were you?"
"Sorry - I was talking to Daphne. She wouldn't
shut up."
"I have a feeling that it was you who wouldn't
shut up."
He rolls his eyes and throws his book bag in
the backseat and takes mine and does the same. "Get in." I grin. "What? You
aren't going to open the door for me?" He snorts but doesn't reply and I help
myself into the passenger side of the jeep. He starts the vehicle and we're on
our silent way to his house. I've been to his house before with Daphne a few
times. I've never spent the night, however. His mom is nice enough - I've
never seen his father though. Like I said, he never mentions his father. So I
don't pry. I look over at him, raised eyebrow.
"What were you talking about?"
"You and Daphne. You know, you made me stand
out here in the hot heat forever."
"Hot heat? How genius."
"You're ignoring my question."
"You are a genius."
I roll my eyes but smile. "C'mon, Taylor.
Spill." He shakes his head. "I'd rather not. It's nothing you'd be interested
in, anyway." I roll my eyes again. Anything having to do with him I'm
interested in. Especially if he's talking about Daphne because it might have
something to do with me. "Actually - I'm very interested." He lets out a heavy
sigh and sends me a 'you should really learn to mind your own business' look.
But he talks anyway. I'm very persuasive. In more ways than one. "You were
right. It was me who talked a lot. Actually...I did all the talking. Actually -
I kinda yelled at her..." Yeah, I'm definitely interested. Even if it doesn't
have to do with me. "About what? Why'd you yell at her?" He sighs again, a
hand running through is hair in that nervous gesture that he does and then it
lands back on the wheel.
"About...Derek."
"It's about time."
He raises an eyebrow over at me.
"What?"
"It's obvious that you have an immense problem
with him."
"Shut up. What'd you say?"
"Why are you so interested?"
"What? She's my friend too. Plus, I'm not a
huge fan of Derek either."
"You're not?"
"Well, you figured wrong. Keep talkin'."
"Well, I just told her what I thought about him
- them."
"What do you think?"
"I'd rather not talk about it right now."
I nod. If they got into a fight it probably wasn't pretty. They've been best friends, from what I gather, forever. If they've..."split up" then it was probably going to be a hard couple of days for Justin. I smile slightly. Which means that he might come, you know, running to me for...friendship, which I really wouldn't mind - having Justin all to myself for once. "Alright, sure." He smiles gratefully over at me and the rest of the ride to his house in made in comfortable silence.
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