It Ain't All Fair - 4

(--- I'm working on another story which will be a LOT better I promise you (I think), although maybe a little short. Quality not quantity, though! lol. and Lucy is just insensitive, not evil. Love u all. Mev... ---)

(A month later)

"How do I get him to notice me all over again?" Lucy whines for the hundredth time. "He kisses me, hugs me and that's it. It's so annoying!" She cries dramatically, slapping a hand on her forehead and whacking a year eleven guy in the nose as she does so. She turns. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" She blurts out, cupping his hand that's cupping his nose.

"I think I'm bleeding." He mumbles. We can't recognize him - his hand is covering his face.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Lucy squeals; her voice high pitched. I sigh and roll my eyes, sick of her blah, blah, blah Anton, Anton, Anton, kissy kissy kissy smooch BLAH!!!

"I'm going. You help him out." I mutter darkly, walking away from them. Lucy has now led him over to a bench and is almost sitting on his lap, practically straddling him, peering up his nose and spreading his nostrils with her fingers to check bogies, sorry, bloody damage. O...K....She barely registers my Merlin disappearance act, so I just stalk off. Science next, but I'm not all that excited.

Don't get me wrong, I still really liked Anton, but I can't go thinking unclean thoughts about my BFFs guy 'cause that would be un-nun-ly. Yes, I had decided to convert to nun-ism. It is the best way to get over the devil. Try it. I've decided to let my mom design my habit. I'm going to have gold silk lining, a little charm with cute tiny crosses on it, maybe glitter along the hem and a shiny belt to tuck in at the waist. Oh, and to get rid of them arms, I mean, what is that all about? Change the black material into something smoother, cut it knee length - maybe a string halter neck will work; I'll have to ask about that - I might not have the right shoulders for string. And of course, I'd get her to cut the headgear into a tiara or something and starch it so it sits in my hair...

"Hey, Alexis." A deep voice floats into my fantasy and breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Sup?" I turn and sort of half freeze when I see Anton. He smiles but I can't smile back. Lucy isn't here - without them being smoochy douchy, how am I going to sit in the corner and be ignored!!!!???? I am stuck in this really unbalanced half twisted position, and am not moving. I need to say something. Melt, melt, melt, brain, melty melty. Come on boy, come on. Fetch that little stick there. See it? It says common sense. Good doggy...brain. I finally the ability to move and coolly fly and slam against the wall. I stagger and stand up straight, patting my collar. I clear my voice and try again. "Sup?" Oh my gosh, now I sound like Barry White after a million Cigars and an extra strong whiskey he wasn't allowed to have 'cause his doctor said lay off the alcohol 'cause of his sore throat after all that singing!!! Why was I talking so manly?!?! Stupid doggy brain.

"Um nothing much. Lucy not here?" he asked casually smiling in that infuriatingly gorgeous way that made me want to grab him and sack Lucy and...

"No. She knocked some guy out." I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. Anton's eyes widened and he gave a short, disbelieving laugh.

"For real?" he asked incredulously.

"Either that or she broke his nose." I said, twisting the truth a little. All she did was give him a accidental bitch slap, but it was better for Anton to think she was with some other guy instead of him because of something a little more serious than that.

"Wow. Lucy didn't strike me as the kind of girl that went around beating innocent guys up...I mean, you're crazy enough so I'd believe that you'd do it but Luce...?" He smiled at me but I just frowned.

"I'm crazy enough?" I asked, an itsy bit of hurt creeping into my voice.

"Yeah, course. You're like rad, man. Lucy told me about that time that you..." he trailed off as I turned away. I did not have to listen to his bullshit. So what if I'm weird? My friends can say that. Strangers, whom I'm in love with, cannot. He jumped in front of me.

"Hey, hey, all I meant was you're cooler than the others, you know," I perked up, "just like one of the guys." I restrained myself from slapping him, I really did. What a jerk! I may be manly but I am NOT like one of the guys. I just raised an eyebrow, brushed past him and smiled at this other guy who I knew. Quite a lot. And I liked. Quite a lot. "I just meant that...!" Anton was yelling at my back, but I ignored him.
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"Hey Tom." I smiled at the other guy. He has a head of black hair and really cute, artistic blue eyes.

"Hey, Alexis. Long time no talk! I've been counting the Skittles!" he smiled at me and I laughed. Skittles were what he ate all the time. Tom was really good looking, one of the fittest guys in the class, but even Lucy was unable to get him. I asked him once. He said 'cuz I like another girl man.'. And I didn't even care that he called me man. He's allowed to. He says it to everyone, anyway. And I've never known him to be serious.

"I'm sure you have." I said sarcastically, ruffling his sexier-than-Anton's straight hair. He once had it in an emo fringe, just to try it out, but got a wet skittle stuck on the end of it and that was the end of that. Now it's long, and swept of to one side, but not that long, and not fringe style...just....right, I suppose. All tousled and ruffled like he styled it that way. Which I know for sure he hasn't. Its his natural bed head.

"I have, I have! And I am going to sit beside you today. And keep you company." He smiled at me, shrugging an arm on my shoulders. I knew he understood. I've known him almost as long as Tammy, and I know he knows everything running through my mind. Which, lately, had been Anton, but now? Just him.

"OK." I smiled back. Tommy has a gorgeous smile. A pearly white toothpaste ad smile. He squeezed me out of thought.

"Hey. Wake up. If you're not careful, I'll have to pick you up and personally throw you across the classroom so you can land perfectly on your seat." He joked randomly. I laughed and then our Science teacher, Mr Kettle, caught us.

"I will have none of this canoodling in science!" he boomed scarily, referring to Tommy's arm.

"In English then?" Tommy smiled. I wriggled out of his grip and slapped his shoulder.

"Tut tut, Mr Deschanel. Naughty, naughty." I grinned, slipping onto my usual bar stool, ignoring the death glares that I got from Anton. What was his problem? He expected me to fill in for Lucy today? What-ever! And why did I want to snoggly poggly Tommy right then? When he looked drop dead gorgeous when he said 'in'? And 'English'? And 'then'? Tommy slid into the seat beside me, and I mean slid, almost flipping me off the other side and into Anton's arms. Not such a bad idea, but then again... Anton reached out to steady me just as Tommy slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me back to safety. He looked right at Anton.

"Sorry babe." he said in this husky voice. (To me, not Anton) I was instantly confuddled.

"S'OK." I said, enjoying the firm, strong grip Tommy held me in under the table. Then Mr Kettle turned the lights off.

"A presentation boys and girls. On the history of chemistry." He announced. Everyone cheered. A slideshow or movie meant no writing! Woo! The light eventually faded out to nothing and the presentation began.

"Science encouraged the birth of..." The annoying woman's voice was spilling form the speakers. For the first like two minutes, I was OK. Then I got bored stiff.

"Lexis? Alex?" Tommy whispered sing song in my ear. He still had his arm around my waist. I saw Anton shoot us a glare. He was doing that cute thing he does, looking at the screen, then at me, then at the screen, then at me...

"Uh huh?" I whispered back, practicing my don't move-your-lips! skills.

"I...uh...I need to ask you something." He stammered. Whoa! Hold up! Freeeeeze! Tommy doesn't get nervous. I looked at him.

"What's up?" I asked him worriedly, smiling like a wierdo loon.

"Do...do you want to go out sometime?" He asked smilingly. "Like to... I don't know...around?" he wasn't exactly nervous, he was staring at the screen and looked a little embarrassed, but nothing else. Pure man and muscle. I smiled to myself, in my head. I liked Tom, Tom liked me, let's get married and make family with a knick knack paddy whack give the dog a bone...I shook myself out of my crazy reverie and grinned insanely.

"Sure." I whispered back, snuggling up closer to him. He gripped me a little tighter. "When?" I saw him smile from the corner of my eye.

"Anytime, babe. Anytime." He said this a little loudly and Anton shot me another glance. My gaze met his. He raised his eyebrow and I shrugged and turned away. I was totally over the poo head. He could go get fu...rabodoodad for all I care. He was nasty, Tom was nice, he was good looking, Tom was gooder looking, he was Lucy's, and Tom was mine. Yup, Tommy was perfect. I might have said this aloud because Tom looked me fully in the face and said,

"Really? You're pretty perfect yourself, princess. Here, have a skittle." He smiled at me and produced a pack he was eating under the table. When I reach to get one, he moved it away a little. I grinned and, still looking at the screen, put my hand on his lap. I felt him stiffen.

"Gimme." I said evilly, reaching for the pack. He moved away. I let my fingers crawl over his thighs. He is the ticklish guy I know. Soon, he was laughing quietly and gasping for breath.

"Here, here, have them!" he said, thrusting the packet at me under that table. I smiled triumphantly, but as soon as I was munching one, he entangled his foot with mine under the table and swung it a bit. I moved my foot up and down his calf lightly and I could see him trying not to smile. So this was the notorious 'footsy'. I see why people love it.

Sometime during our exotic foot game, Anton dropped his pen. He bent down to get it and, although it was dark, I knew he had seen. I had my legs crossed (with Tommy's arm still around my waist), my shoe off and my foot up Tommy's trousers at that point. Anton came back up frowning. I just smiled serenely and gazed at the screen as if it was the most interesting thing I had seen in my life.

Then, just as the lights clicked on and everything was finished, Lucy came in.
"I'm sorry, sir, I was helping a guy I smacked by accident." She mumbled apologies to Mr Kettle and he, being the pervert that he is, stared at her breasts the whole time then excused her. She looked ruffled and guilty, but she saw Anton and her whole face lit up.

"Ant..." she started to call his name, but he was staring at me. Then it happened.

"I want to be with Alexis. I played with you, Lucy, to get to her. I wanted to make her jealous. You're dumped and I don't want you to talk to me anymore. Alex, will you come out with me?" Anton said nastily and asked pleadingly. Whoa, boy, slow your horses down. Loads of emotions flitted over everyone's face and Lucy was already crying. She really liked the sucker. I was angry too, although secretly flattered. And really glad. Because at that moment, Tommy sprang forward and growled,
"Hands off my girl. And try hurt one of my friends, you're dead meat. And I mean like, meet Mr Fist-burger, dead meat." Like a super duper hero. Then he lifted his basketball aided muscled arm and punched the idiot out cold. I smiled a little at the scene through hugging Lucy. Crazy guy, but the perfectly crazy guy for me.

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That's the end, folks. Pack up time. My story is told. Here's all the answers to the questions that must be playing on your mind right now;

• Lucy eventually got over it, and has come out a better person. She was jealous for a bit because Tommy liked me and not her, but like I said before, BFF's don't fall out over such little piddly things. Remember that. It's good advice. Or a good saying. Or whatever. Anyways, currently, she's trying not to notice that she's fallen in love with a cute guy (who once had a bloody nose) who isn't the most popular person on the block. She's trying to ignore that fact he likes her back, too. But it's only a matter of time. I reckon they'll end up married.
• Tammy had not disappeared - the story was nothing to do with her although she did help me get through all the blue times... and the green times, and the red times, come to think of it...yes, Tammy is my likkle aww cutesy wootsy girl and I love her to bits. She is currently in a physical relationship with a top guy called Ali - I wouldn't worry, she can take care of herself. And that's why I didn't put her in a lot of it.
• Me and Tommy are still together - what can I say? Love is not such a breakable bond. He says he plans to have skittles on our banquet at our wedding. Although he hasn't proposed and we're too young and are nowhere near planning on it anytime soon, I said feel free. Then he picks me up and gives me a melty, rubber knee making kiss that makes sparks and heat go everywhere and I grow wings and my heart flies away and my stomach feels like it's going on a rollercoaster ride all on its own...yes, I do love him. So, so much. Even if the way I got him wasn't all fair, I still love him loads. I told him about me liking Anton before, and he understood. Then kissed me again. Again and again. And again and again and again. He's the perfect boyfriend. And life's good. This thang called Life? It ain't all fair - but most of it turns out fandabidozi. Oh wait, there Tommy comes! He's grabbing me and kissing me and we've fallen onto the sofa and he's giving me shivery feelings and he's holding me like he can't bear to let me go and he's got his hand.....never mind. That's not for you to know. It's strictly x-rated, extremely serious and extremely private. I think I'll just stop now. Oh, what the heck?! You all will be dying to know and I can't do that to you. Here you go; he's got his hand reaching for the bowl of skittles I've left on the little table that I keep sitting there, waiting, just for him.

And sometimes me, when I'm feeling peckish.