Then and Now - Part 9
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Chapter 9
"So how did it go?" Drew asked, as soon as I sat beside him on the bus.
"It was a little bit awkward actually. Having to walk up to a bunch of snotty cheerleaders, and join the group of girls who wanted to be just like them, *with me being one of them*......but I AM going to get paid good money....Which is really sort of weird. It is like this is a job or something...," I rambled on about almost every single detail. Drew didn't seem bored though. He nodded when I asked him a question.... and would throw in a couple "yeahs" or "Uh Huhs", Ah, I was boring him.
I shut up, and sat back in the seat, wishing everyone would hurry and haul their butts up the bus steps, so I could get home. A cheerleader named Anne, was coming over to help me learn their routine for this week's football game.
"So, can I see your outfit?" Drew asked, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. I rolled my eyes, but yanked the slutty uniform out of my bag.
His eyes widened a bit, "It is so.......short" he murmured, looking at me as if he was trying to imagine me with it on.
"Yeah, they just got new outfits last week....something about how blue and white is looking too much like the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders.....so they changed the colors to purple and white. And made the outfits shorter, and more low-cut!!!" I pumped my fist in the air in a sarcastic cheery tone.
A loud drawn out whistle drew my attention up to meet eyes sparkling with amusement....Devon's eyes.
"Is that the new uniform! Hmmmmmm, the other ladies wouldn't let me see it. It is so.....short...," he mused, staring at the thin clothing in my hands.
I smirked as his reaction was the same as Drew's had been. It really was pretty short though.....er.....I think I am going to take a couple extra long runs the few days before the game. Hey, I might think it is slutty and don't want to wear it, but I have to. You might as well look good wearing it, I thought to myself.
Devon's staring had caused the other guys on the bus to stare. I was getting uncomfortable at their probing stares. It was as if they were contemplating whether or not I would look good in the "short..." skirt.
I was glad when the bus driver told everyone to sit down. Devon shrugged, and crushed in the seat beside me. "Mind if I sit here with you guys? The other seats are filled up, Thanks!" he mumbled, moving my backpack, and practically flattening me against his and Drew's hips.
I was really uncomfortable right now.......and it didn't help that Devon kept running his fingertips along my thigh. My glares didn't seem to detour him, and he even started to tickle me a couple of times. I could feel Drew's breath on my neck, and felt Devon's on the other side.
I squirmed feeling very awkward and Very Very uncomfortable. Drew was glaring at Devon, and Devon was making disgusted faces at Drew. I swear, they can be so childish!
I practically jumped out of the seat when the bus halted to a skidded stop at my driveway. I expected Devon to get up, but he didn't. He stayed there and made hand movements telling me to go. I smirked, and slid my leg between his, trying to wedge myself to the other side of him.
He smirked back, and squeezed his knees together, causing me to wobble, and land right in his lap. I scowled, and righted myself.
"I swear, you have no manners whatsoever...." I mumbled, fixing my shirt, which had ridden up my stomach, showing a little to much bare skin.
He just shrugged and got up and walked past me and out of the bus door, but not before groping my butt first.
That jerk! My eyebrows furrowed, and my lips pursed. I took a very large breath and turned back to Drew.
"Bye Drew, see you tomorrow" I said, and gave a small wave as I made my way down the bus isle.
I smiled when he waved back, and sighed when I was out of the bus.
Devon was just making it to his front door. He smiled and waved as I pulled out my house keys, since my parents weren't home and the door was locked.
I gave a fake smile, and flipped him off. His smile vanished and was replaced with a smirk. He smirks a lot....... I thought randomly.
He seemed to shrug it off, and smiled again, before walking into his house and shutting the door.
Whatever, he is so weird.....sexy but weird, and slightly perverted. I remembered the little scene when he was groping my but.....
I shrugged, not sure what to think, and walked through the front door. I needed to go for a jog.
I had just walked through my door, and had barely made it to my room to set down my heavy book loaded bag, when I heard a constant banging sound.
"What the hell......," I muttered under my breath, looking out my window. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me.
I was looking through Devon's window and he was kissing a girl very.....erratically. It was...wait-was that Gerdie...? Oh my god, It is Gerdie!! She seemed to have sneacked into his house to "surprise him", I thought with disgust as I watched Devon push her against the wall roughly kissing her. She didn't seem to mind though, in fact she really seemed to be enjoying his roughness.
"Ew" I muttered as I watched her swiftly peel of his shirt. My "ewwwwing" was instantly quieted as his perfectly sculpted six pack was uncovered. He started rocking himself against her, causing heated moans to leave her parted lips. Ok......this was getting to be too much. I yanked my widened eyes from the window.
I am sure that the title of "Crazy Peeping Tom" would be a good addition to my already 'semi-good reputation'. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the breathy moans flowing through my oped window.
I decided to leave the house, but where should I go.....? Hmmmmmm.... Anne doesn't come over till later tonight. I decided to go on my jog. I pulled my hair into a tight 'high pony tail', and washed all makeup off. I decided I looked a little to bare for my likings, so threw on the tiniest bit of powder and a single swipe of mascara.
Satisfied, I brushed my teeth, before stripping my clothes off. I pulled my black "Nike" short, fitted sports shorts, and the matching black sports bra. I thought the little white "Nike" symbol was really cute.
I pulled on some ankle socks, and a pair of black "Nike" running shoes. So I liked the brand "Nike", you don't like it? Sue Me.
Yeah, I looked pretty damn sexy in this outfit. I wasn't one to fawn over my looks, and I wasn't stuck up in thinking I was the hottest thing ever, but even I had to admit it.
My legs were really long and almost perfectly toned, which these short shorts showed off rather nicely. The tight sports bra, showed off my collarbone perfectly, and showed off my "in great shape" tummy and abs.
At least this material was tight enough, so my size C boobs don't bounce too much when I run..... I thought with relief. Not that I wasn't proud of my breasts, they were nice breasts. But, when you get more than five guys gawking at your "bouncing cleavage" you know you need a better fitted shirt.
I tucked some money into my bra, where else is there to put it when your jogging shorts are this tight??, and walked out the door, but not before grabbing my Ipod. I bent over to stretch, when a movement caught my eye. It was Devon and Gerdie, and they were barely making it to Devon's bed with the clothes that were getting yanked off.
I stopped stretching and ran, glad I made it away before their pants came off.....I shuddered at the thought.
My tight muscles were groaning for a stretch though, so I stopped once my house was out of sight, and did a routine stretch. Once my muscles were tingling, my skin already slightly damp with sweat from the heat of the day, I began to jog. Cranking my Ipod up, Ooooo, a fave song by the band Evanscene blasted through my head.
I kept jogging for about fifteen minutes, and then I broke into a swift run. I loved the slight breeze on my sweaty skin, and began to run faster, chasing that cooling breeze. I kept running faster and faster, my feet pounding on the sun heated sidewalk in tune to the music flowing in my ears.
I ignored the ogling eyes of bystanders (all guys) and continued to run. I started to slow when I was about two miles from the lake. The lake was gorgeous with the suns rays bouncing cheerfully along the reflective waters of the crystal clear freshwater lake, otherwise known as Lake Banshee.
Guys were throwing footballs, and cheerleaders were prancing around in their string bikinis, pretending not to notice the lustful stares from the surrounding guys.
I walked out the closest empty dock, and sat on the edge, dangling my feet into the cooling waters. I turned off my Ipod, and listened to the birds chirping, the waves sloshing against the docks wooden boards, and the calming sounds of flying bugs overhead.
Everything seemed to be perfect until that "heads up!" shouted my way.
"Wha-" was all I got out before I was smacked in the head with a football. Sending my Ipod soaring through the air and swallowed by the water with a slight "thump".
I sat and stared at the circular rippling waves were my Ipod had landed, in total and complete shock.
My mouth was slightly ajar, and when I grasped what exactly had just happened I yanked my head to were the football had soared from, my hair cascading down my back.
My lips pursed, my brows furrowed, my mood suddenly darkened, I stalked over to the group of loud football players.
"Who in the hell wacked me in the head, and sent my Ipod soaring into the lake!!!" I questioned fiercely. The guys, dumbfounded, just stared at me until one slowly raised their hand.
"You!! You owe me your Ipod!!! Hand it over!!" I practically yelled. He looked at me with a look that said "are you serious?"
They were all staring at me, and I was getting uncomfortable. A blond guy next to the idiot who knocked my Ipod out of my hand held up his. He was slowly looking me up and down, and I rolled my eyes in disgust. I tried to grab it, and he let me take it, barely. I started to run again, eager to get away from the eyes of everyone at the lake....I mean really! There were girls in string bikinis, and they were looking at me?? Weird.....
I sifted through the many songs, and was surprised to find bands like 3 days grace, Paramore, Linkin park, etc. The guys got good taste.....
By the time I walked through the front door, I had about 20 minutes before Anne arrived. I was still thinking of how easily that guy had given up his Ipod.....that was a little....weird. Hmmmm, must be another kid with extremely rich parents.
I shrugged, not sure what to think, and turned on the shower. I was sticky with sweat, and needed a good shower. I took a quick cold shower, the icy water feeling heavenly on my heated skin.
I dried off, and dried my long hair, before swiftly weaving it into a loose french braid. I didn't want to be hopping around with Anne in jeans, but wasn't going to put of that slutty outfit either. I decided to go with a simple tight black tank top, and a pair of loose black and white knee-length jogging pants.
I didn't feel like putting on any makeup, but swiped on some chap stick, as my lips were looking dry.
I pulled on my white converse, and walked into the kitchen to do some food searching. I decided on a peach, and contentedly ate the sweet fruit, as I waited for Anne to arrive.
Let me tell you a little bit about Anne. She was an amazing athlete and gymnast. She was your average girl, with a healthy figure, shoulder length brown hair, and brown eyes the color of honey. She was pretty, and was considerably nice, as she wasn't one of Gerdie's "followers".
A lively "DING-DONG," told me that Anne was here. I threw away the thick brown peach core, and answered the door.
Anne was looking like her usual perky self, and was wearing the "new design" of the cheer uniform. Hmmmmm, at least it didn't look as short as it looked not on someone......but she is a lot shorter than me....
"Hey Belle! I was so excited when Gerdie said I was going to be the one to teach you the cheer routine! Where are we going to practice? How about outback? Meet you there!" she blubbered in a cheery tone, already in the backyard. Yeah I think I forgot to mention the small baby detail that Anne is another "chatterbox", only more so than Drew ever thought of being.
I followed her outback and rolled my arms as bit, trying to loosen my shoulders. "Ok, so the routine goes like this...."
Two hours later, my thighs were on fire, and my throat as dry as a piece of dehydrated meat. [good comparison right? "I need some water, do you want any?" I asked Anne, who was breathing hard and massaging her ankle.
She nodded her response and I walked through the back sliding door to the fridge. I pulled out a couple of bottles of "vitamin water" and walked back outside. I tossed the cold beverage to Anne, which she barely caught, and we gulped down the fresh liquid huge mouthfuls at a time.
"Well, that is the routine, so yeah. I guess I am gonna go now cause I have to babysit my brother for my parents tonight, they're going out of town you see, and I am gonna get paid and all that so Bye!" I nodded, barely having had comprehended anything.
I was burning, and decided to take a swim before my parents got home from work. They usually work really late.....
Hmmmmmmmm, I had two choices, I could wear the teenie red string bikini, or the teenie dark blue bikini. What? I lived in Cali for years, these are my only swimming pieces!
Well, we do have a privacy fence around our backyard......I decided on the red bikini. It went good with my sun-kissed tan, and long wavy black hair.
I walked out onto the patio, which was hot on my bare feet. I walked straight over to the diving board and dove in to the freezing water. It felt amazing on my hot and sweaty skin. I did a couple of laps before just laying back and floating on the still water. I closed my eyes, as a slight breeze picked up, and blew across the half of my face not submerged in water.
I was floating peacefully when a huge splash made me jump and sink. I came up to the top of the water to find....Drew? My face brightened, and I smiled.
"Drew! God you scared the shit out of me!" I laughed, talking deep breaths, glad I hadn't swallowed any water.
"Sorry, I was passing by the neighborhood and thought I would see if you wanted to swim, but you were already out here. It's like we can read each others minds" he mused, trying to appear serious.
Back when we were kids we had gone through a stage were we thought we were super heroes who could read minds.....yeah.
I smiled and splashed his face, causing him to choke on water, and splash me back.
We were having a great time splashing, when I felt my arm grabbed that I was about to fling water with. Drew pulled my so close our noses were almost touching and just stared into my eyes. I stopped breathing and sat perfectly still, as if one movement would stop the situation from continuing.
He seemed to question himself, then took his finger and placed it softly under my chin pulling up ever so slightly. He was leaning in and his lips were just about to touch mine when a loud piercing whistle broke out sudden 'spell'.
I looked over and saw, was that Devon, on his roof watching us. Wait-was that popcorn in his hand? His face was wearing an amused dorky grin, and he was making hand movements as if urging us to continue. He was so going to get it.....
"Oh, I am sorry, did I 'ruin the mood'?" questioned Devon, making hand gestures in a sarcastic motion. I rolled my eyes, and got out of the pool, and another whistle came from Devon.
"Hmmmmm, you said you lived in California right? Well that would explain it.....," he muttered tilting his head while looking at me, as if trying to get a better view. I gasped, when I realized I was in a string bikini, and Drew was just staring.
"Shit," I whispered to myself as I hurriedly wrapped a large cotton towel around me. Drew snapped out of it, but seemed to swallow hard.
"Devon, what in the hell are you doing on your roof spying on us!!!," I all but yelled to the whole entire neighborhood.
"What does it look like I am doing? I am enjoying the show. I swear, it is like I am watching cable right now." he said, stuffing popcorn into his open mouth. ew...
I shook my head, "Well then get the hell off your roof and put down the fucking popcorn," I spat. I was getting more and more heated the more he acted so innocent. He threw his hands up as if saying "I surrender," and then gave a big grin.
I glared, and crossed my arms, pulling the large towel tighter around my soaking wet figure. I am going to go shopping for a new bathing piece the first chance I get.....
He watched for a second longer, realizing the 'show' was over, he shrugged and started off the roof. He climbed onto a high tree branch and shimmied his way down to the ground. Drew looked a bit awkward just standing next to the pool, soaked.
"Well, that was, er, fun but I have to get ready for my parents to come home so......" I refrained from shuffling my feet, why should I be nervous? He is the one that tried to kiss me....I think.
"Oh, yeah, right so I will see you later," he answered, grabbing his coat and giving a small wave. Wow, that was a little, cough, awkward. Thank you Devon! *sarcastic*
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I swear, boys could be so immature and just plain weird sometimes! I mean really......sitting on a roof stuffing his face with popcorn, and spying on me and Drew......I rolled my eyes, defeated. Whatever......no matter the circumstances, boys will always be boys. Perfect Example: Devon
Knowing my parents would be home soon, I changed out of my bathing suit. I decided on something comfortable, and slipped on some black shorts, and a plain dark lavender tank. Not wanting to bother with any makeup, I simply combed my hair and blow dried it a bit, pulling it into a pony tail. I slipped on the plain black flip-flops I had on earlier, and pulled on my old baseball cap. Much better......
Knowing my parents would be hungry when they got home, I decided to start dinner. I loved to cook, and wanted to be a chef someday. I pulled some salmon out of the fridge and set it on the large metal frying pan. I added a ton of butter, some olive oil, chives, onion, black pepper, salt, a crushed garlic clove, some fresh parsley, and some lemon juice.
I covered the simmering dish, before starting on side dishes. Hmmmmmmm tricky. Well, you don't want something squishy as it would revolt against the firm but falling apart salmon. So no mashed potatoes.....no spinach.....ew....hmmmmm. I decided to go with a fried rice.
I boiled the little white grains, before throwing each and every one onto another large pan. I filled the pan with a couple sticks of butter, some salt, pepper, garlic, cilantro, finely chopped celery, carrots, onions, and peppers. I added a bit of fried egg, and then added the secret ingredient, Soy Sauce.
Realizing my parents were probably 10 minutes away, I quickly steamed some broccoli, asparagus, and onion in a large bowl. Perfect......
My parents walked through the door just as I was setting the last bowl on the perfectly set table. My mother covered her mouth in delight, and my dad took a long sniff before letting out a drawn out "Mmmmmmmmm,"
I smiled, and gestured for them to sit down. They looked at the array of steaming fresh food and licked their lips. They grabbed the large spoons and hungrily began to fill their empty plates.
I had helped with the dishes and was sitting in my room. Listening to "my" Ipod, and dancing around the room, in rather, cough, embarrassing dance moves. What I loved Ultimate Low?! I was shocked when the song "Best of Both Worlds" came, on by none other than Hannah Montana. I burst into laughter, that guy from the park listened to Hannah Montana? I chuckled, but I guess if he likes Hannah Montana.....Whatever Floats Your Boat I guess.
I looked on my wall, seeing the large trophy I had won at the Fencing Championships last year. I really did miss sports......and I hardly call cheer leading a sport. More like a complicated and tiring dance class to me.
I sighed, and pulled off my tank, exposing my black bra. So I liked Black, Sue Me. I yanked off the shorts and started to replace them with a pair of loose pink pajama bottoms. I had just pulled a black tank over my head, when I looked out the window.
Oh my God, was that Devon looking through my window??? That perv! He was staring straight at me, having had seen my whole "performance" I gave him with the removing of clothing. His face was pulled in an impressed and appraising look. He looked into my eyes, and gave a suggestive grin.
I smirked, and smiled seductively, before flipping him off and pulling the curtain closed to hard I almost pulled it off its hook. I have just about had it with him, but how to get him back? I will have to think about that for a while.
My phone jingled, and I saw that I had gotten a text from Drew saying he had gotten a new car and it was a Black Ford Mustang. Wait- how in the hell did he get a Ford Mustang, and I don't even have a car yet?!
U R DRIVIN ME 2 SCHOOL 2MORROW!, I texted back. I was not going to take the bus again. His reply was immediate.
OF COURSE, it read, and I smiled. Yay, I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Hmmm, was I happy that I wouldn't have to ride the bus again, or was I happy to see Drew again...? I think a little bit of both.
I was jolted awake at the sudden pounding of my alarm clock's annoying jeers. I gasped in surprise as soon as I realized I had been sleeping on the edge of my bed. I grunted lightly when my stomach came in aligned contact with the hard floor. Ouch......
I pulled myself together, now widely awake, and took the time to slowly stretch each of my cramped muscles. I stretched my toes, shivering at the wonderful tingle that ran my spine. I yawned before walking into the bathroom to start my usual morning routine.
I had showered and brushed my teeth, and combed my long hair. Drew is picking me up today so maybe I should dress up.....but I don't want to look over eager. Maybe I should just slip the first thing I see on.....ew.....where did that thought come from?! I battled with my raging thoughts, while viciously ruffling through my packed closet for the perfect outfit.
I smiled when my eyes laid on my favorite shirt. It was tight-fitting, but not in an overly sluttish kind of way. The hem was long, and fitted. It had small straps, and showed a semi-innocent amount of cleavage. It was black and partly backless. It was my favorite shirt.
I immediately grabbed the light cotton, slipped on my black bra, and pulled the material over my head. Hmmmm, not bad if I do say so myself. I pulled on my dark faded denim mini skirt, which looked good with the long shirt I was wearing, now for shoes.....Now I could wear my converse...but I was feeling daring and decided to go with my boots.
When I say boots, I don't mean your average brown ankle boots. These boots were black, surprise there, and ran a smooth path all the way up to my knee. They were boots that were sexy and made you feel fearless, not to mention they made my legs look insanely long and my butt smaller. Weird..... Yes, these boots were Gucci boots, and they had cost 420 dollars. I studied myself in the mirror. And they were worth EVERY SINGLE PENNY....I chanted in my mind.
I decided to do my eyes dark with a smoky eyeshadow, but skipped eyeliner. I applied some mascara, and little a little bit of lip gloss. My hair was having a good day, and seemed to be naturally curling in nice waves around my oval face.
A loud honk led me to my open window, seeing that Drew was here, I grabbed my bag, and cell before hurrying to the front door.
Damn.......Drew was looking hot today. He was leaning up against his new mustang, which was the best car I had seen in a while. He was wearing a pair of loose dark blue denim jeans. They hugged his hips perfectly. His tight black shirt was fitted, and you could see the expanse of his muscular torso. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and black sunglasses. His hair looked windblown. Geez, he went all out today.
He was staring at me, his gaze sliding from my boots to my face in a quick motion. He smiled as soon as his eyes locked with mine. He walked around to the passenger door, and held it open. Making hand gestures for me to get in.
This was going to be an interesting ride.......
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Chapter 9
"So how did it go?" Drew asked, as soon as I sat beside him on the bus.
"It was a little bit awkward actually. Having to walk up to a bunch of snotty cheerleaders, and join the group of girls who wanted to be just like them, *with me being one of them*......but I AM going to get paid good money....Which is really sort of weird. It is like this is a job or something...," I rambled on about almost every single detail. Drew didn't seem bored though. He nodded when I asked him a question.... and would throw in a couple "yeahs" or "Uh Huhs", Ah, I was boring him.
I shut up, and sat back in the seat, wishing everyone would hurry and haul their butts up the bus steps, so I could get home. A cheerleader named Anne, was coming over to help me learn their routine for this week's football game.
"So, can I see your outfit?" Drew asked, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. I rolled my eyes, but yanked the slutty uniform out of my bag.
His eyes widened a bit, "It is so.......short" he murmured, looking at me as if he was trying to imagine me with it on.
"Yeah, they just got new outfits last week....something about how blue and white is looking too much like the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders.....so they changed the colors to purple and white. And made the outfits shorter, and more low-cut!!!" I pumped my fist in the air in a sarcastic cheery tone.
A loud drawn out whistle drew my attention up to meet eyes sparkling with amusement....Devon's eyes.
"Is that the new uniform! Hmmmmmm, the other ladies wouldn't let me see it. It is so.....short...," he mused, staring at the thin clothing in my hands.
I smirked as his reaction was the same as Drew's had been. It really was pretty short though.....er.....I think I am going to take a couple extra long runs the few days before the game. Hey, I might think it is slutty and don't want to wear it, but I have to. You might as well look good wearing it, I thought to myself.
Devon's staring had caused the other guys on the bus to stare. I was getting uncomfortable at their probing stares. It was as if they were contemplating whether or not I would look good in the "short..." skirt.
I was glad when the bus driver told everyone to sit down. Devon shrugged, and crushed in the seat beside me. "Mind if I sit here with you guys? The other seats are filled up, Thanks!" he mumbled, moving my backpack, and practically flattening me against his and Drew's hips.
I was really uncomfortable right now.......and it didn't help that Devon kept running his fingertips along my thigh. My glares didn't seem to detour him, and he even started to tickle me a couple of times. I could feel Drew's breath on my neck, and felt Devon's on the other side.
I squirmed feeling very awkward and Very Very uncomfortable. Drew was glaring at Devon, and Devon was making disgusted faces at Drew. I swear, they can be so childish!
I practically jumped out of the seat when the bus halted to a skidded stop at my driveway. I expected Devon to get up, but he didn't. He stayed there and made hand movements telling me to go. I smirked, and slid my leg between his, trying to wedge myself to the other side of him.
He smirked back, and squeezed his knees together, causing me to wobble, and land right in his lap. I scowled, and righted myself.
"I swear, you have no manners whatsoever...." I mumbled, fixing my shirt, which had ridden up my stomach, showing a little to much bare skin.
He just shrugged and got up and walked past me and out of the bus door, but not before groping my butt first.
That jerk! My eyebrows furrowed, and my lips pursed. I took a very large breath and turned back to Drew.
"Bye Drew, see you tomorrow" I said, and gave a small wave as I made my way down the bus isle.
I smiled when he waved back, and sighed when I was out of the bus.
Devon was just making it to his front door. He smiled and waved as I pulled out my house keys, since my parents weren't home and the door was locked.
I gave a fake smile, and flipped him off. His smile vanished and was replaced with a smirk. He smirks a lot....... I thought randomly.
He seemed to shrug it off, and smiled again, before walking into his house and shutting the door.
Whatever, he is so weird.....sexy but weird, and slightly perverted. I remembered the little scene when he was groping my but.....
I shrugged, not sure what to think, and walked through the front door. I needed to go for a jog.
I had just walked through my door, and had barely made it to my room to set down my heavy book loaded bag, when I heard a constant banging sound.
"What the hell......," I muttered under my breath, looking out my window. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me.
I was looking through Devon's window and he was kissing a girl very.....erratically. It was...wait-was that Gerdie...? Oh my god, It is Gerdie!! She seemed to have sneacked into his house to "surprise him", I thought with disgust as I watched Devon push her against the wall roughly kissing her. She didn't seem to mind though, in fact she really seemed to be enjoying his roughness.
"Ew" I muttered as I watched her swiftly peel of his shirt. My "ewwwwing" was instantly quieted as his perfectly sculpted six pack was uncovered. He started rocking himself against her, causing heated moans to leave her parted lips. Ok......this was getting to be too much. I yanked my widened eyes from the window.
I am sure that the title of "Crazy Peeping Tom" would be a good addition to my already 'semi-good reputation'. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the breathy moans flowing through my oped window.
I decided to leave the house, but where should I go.....? Hmmmmmm.... Anne doesn't come over till later tonight. I decided to go on my jog. I pulled my hair into a tight 'high pony tail', and washed all makeup off. I decided I looked a little to bare for my likings, so threw on the tiniest bit of powder and a single swipe of mascara.
Satisfied, I brushed my teeth, before stripping my clothes off. I pulled my black "Nike" short, fitted sports shorts, and the matching black sports bra. I thought the little white "Nike" symbol was really cute.
I pulled on some ankle socks, and a pair of black "Nike" running shoes. So I liked the brand "Nike", you don't like it? Sue Me.
Yeah, I looked pretty damn sexy in this outfit. I wasn't one to fawn over my looks, and I wasn't stuck up in thinking I was the hottest thing ever, but even I had to admit it.
My legs were really long and almost perfectly toned, which these short shorts showed off rather nicely. The tight sports bra, showed off my collarbone perfectly, and showed off my "in great shape" tummy and abs.
At least this material was tight enough, so my size C boobs don't bounce too much when I run..... I thought with relief. Not that I wasn't proud of my breasts, they were nice breasts. But, when you get more than five guys gawking at your "bouncing cleavage" you know you need a better fitted shirt.
I tucked some money into my bra, where else is there to put it when your jogging shorts are this tight??, and walked out the door, but not before grabbing my Ipod. I bent over to stretch, when a movement caught my eye. It was Devon and Gerdie, and they were barely making it to Devon's bed with the clothes that were getting yanked off.
I stopped stretching and ran, glad I made it away before their pants came off.....I shuddered at the thought.
My tight muscles were groaning for a stretch though, so I stopped once my house was out of sight, and did a routine stretch. Once my muscles were tingling, my skin already slightly damp with sweat from the heat of the day, I began to jog. Cranking my Ipod up, Ooooo, a fave song by the band Evanscene blasted through my head.
I kept jogging for about fifteen minutes, and then I broke into a swift run. I loved the slight breeze on my sweaty skin, and began to run faster, chasing that cooling breeze. I kept running faster and faster, my feet pounding on the sun heated sidewalk in tune to the music flowing in my ears.
I ignored the ogling eyes of bystanders (all guys) and continued to run. I started to slow when I was about two miles from the lake. The lake was gorgeous with the suns rays bouncing cheerfully along the reflective waters of the crystal clear freshwater lake, otherwise known as Lake Banshee.
Guys were throwing footballs, and cheerleaders were prancing around in their string bikinis, pretending not to notice the lustful stares from the surrounding guys.
I walked out the closest empty dock, and sat on the edge, dangling my feet into the cooling waters. I turned off my Ipod, and listened to the birds chirping, the waves sloshing against the docks wooden boards, and the calming sounds of flying bugs overhead.
Everything seemed to be perfect until that "heads up!" shouted my way.
"Wha-" was all I got out before I was smacked in the head with a football. Sending my Ipod soaring through the air and swallowed by the water with a slight "thump".
I sat and stared at the circular rippling waves were my Ipod had landed, in total and complete shock.
My mouth was slightly ajar, and when I grasped what exactly had just happened I yanked my head to were the football had soared from, my hair cascading down my back.
My lips pursed, my brows furrowed, my mood suddenly darkened, I stalked over to the group of loud football players.
"Who in the hell wacked me in the head, and sent my Ipod soaring into the lake!!!" I questioned fiercely. The guys, dumbfounded, just stared at me until one slowly raised their hand.
"You!! You owe me your Ipod!!! Hand it over!!" I practically yelled. He looked at me with a look that said "are you serious?"
They were all staring at me, and I was getting uncomfortable. A blond guy next to the idiot who knocked my Ipod out of my hand held up his. He was slowly looking me up and down, and I rolled my eyes in disgust. I tried to grab it, and he let me take it, barely. I started to run again, eager to get away from the eyes of everyone at the lake....I mean really! There were girls in string bikinis, and they were looking at me?? Weird.....
I sifted through the many songs, and was surprised to find bands like 3 days grace, Paramore, Linkin park, etc. The guys got good taste.....
By the time I walked through the front door, I had about 20 minutes before Anne arrived. I was still thinking of how easily that guy had given up his Ipod.....that was a little....weird. Hmmmm, must be another kid with extremely rich parents.
I shrugged, not sure what to think, and turned on the shower. I was sticky with sweat, and needed a good shower. I took a quick cold shower, the icy water feeling heavenly on my heated skin.
I dried off, and dried my long hair, before swiftly weaving it into a loose french braid. I didn't want to be hopping around with Anne in jeans, but wasn't going to put of that slutty outfit either. I decided to go with a simple tight black tank top, and a pair of loose black and white knee-length jogging pants.
I didn't feel like putting on any makeup, but swiped on some chap stick, as my lips were looking dry.
I pulled on my white converse, and walked into the kitchen to do some food searching. I decided on a peach, and contentedly ate the sweet fruit, as I waited for Anne to arrive.
Let me tell you a little bit about Anne. She was an amazing athlete and gymnast. She was your average girl, with a healthy figure, shoulder length brown hair, and brown eyes the color of honey. She was pretty, and was considerably nice, as she wasn't one of Gerdie's "followers".
A lively "DING-DONG," told me that Anne was here. I threw away the thick brown peach core, and answered the door.
Anne was looking like her usual perky self, and was wearing the "new design" of the cheer uniform. Hmmmmm, at least it didn't look as short as it looked not on someone......but she is a lot shorter than me....
"Hey Belle! I was so excited when Gerdie said I was going to be the one to teach you the cheer routine! Where are we going to practice? How about outback? Meet you there!" she blubbered in a cheery tone, already in the backyard. Yeah I think I forgot to mention the small baby detail that Anne is another "chatterbox", only more so than Drew ever thought of being.
I followed her outback and rolled my arms as bit, trying to loosen my shoulders. "Ok, so the routine goes like this...."
Two hours later, my thighs were on fire, and my throat as dry as a piece of dehydrated meat. [good comparison right? "I need some water, do you want any?" I asked Anne, who was breathing hard and massaging her ankle.
She nodded her response and I walked through the back sliding door to the fridge. I pulled out a couple of bottles of "vitamin water" and walked back outside. I tossed the cold beverage to Anne, which she barely caught, and we gulped down the fresh liquid huge mouthfuls at a time.
"Well, that is the routine, so yeah. I guess I am gonna go now cause I have to babysit my brother for my parents tonight, they're going out of town you see, and I am gonna get paid and all that so Bye!" I nodded, barely having had comprehended anything.
I was burning, and decided to take a swim before my parents got home from work. They usually work really late.....
Hmmmmmmmm, I had two choices, I could wear the teenie red string bikini, or the teenie dark blue bikini. What? I lived in Cali for years, these are my only swimming pieces!
Well, we do have a privacy fence around our backyard......I decided on the red bikini. It went good with my sun-kissed tan, and long wavy black hair.
I walked out onto the patio, which was hot on my bare feet. I walked straight over to the diving board and dove in to the freezing water. It felt amazing on my hot and sweaty skin. I did a couple of laps before just laying back and floating on the still water. I closed my eyes, as a slight breeze picked up, and blew across the half of my face not submerged in water.
I was floating peacefully when a huge splash made me jump and sink. I came up to the top of the water to find....Drew? My face brightened, and I smiled.
"Drew! God you scared the shit out of me!" I laughed, talking deep breaths, glad I hadn't swallowed any water.
"Sorry, I was passing by the neighborhood and thought I would see if you wanted to swim, but you were already out here. It's like we can read each others minds" he mused, trying to appear serious.
Back when we were kids we had gone through a stage were we thought we were super heroes who could read minds.....yeah.
I smiled and splashed his face, causing him to choke on water, and splash me back.
We were having a great time splashing, when I felt my arm grabbed that I was about to fling water with. Drew pulled my so close our noses were almost touching and just stared into my eyes. I stopped breathing and sat perfectly still, as if one movement would stop the situation from continuing.
He seemed to question himself, then took his finger and placed it softly under my chin pulling up ever so slightly. He was leaning in and his lips were just about to touch mine when a loud piercing whistle broke out sudden 'spell'.
I looked over and saw, was that Devon, on his roof watching us. Wait-was that popcorn in his hand? His face was wearing an amused dorky grin, and he was making hand movements as if urging us to continue. He was so going to get it.....
"Oh, I am sorry, did I 'ruin the mood'?" questioned Devon, making hand gestures in a sarcastic motion. I rolled my eyes, and got out of the pool, and another whistle came from Devon.
"Hmmmmm, you said you lived in California right? Well that would explain it.....," he muttered tilting his head while looking at me, as if trying to get a better view. I gasped, when I realized I was in a string bikini, and Drew was just staring.
"Shit," I whispered to myself as I hurriedly wrapped a large cotton towel around me. Drew snapped out of it, but seemed to swallow hard.
"Devon, what in the hell are you doing on your roof spying on us!!!," I all but yelled to the whole entire neighborhood.
"What does it look like I am doing? I am enjoying the show. I swear, it is like I am watching cable right now." he said, stuffing popcorn into his open mouth. ew...
I shook my head, "Well then get the hell off your roof and put down the fucking popcorn," I spat. I was getting more and more heated the more he acted so innocent. He threw his hands up as if saying "I surrender," and then gave a big grin.
I glared, and crossed my arms, pulling the large towel tighter around my soaking wet figure. I am going to go shopping for a new bathing piece the first chance I get.....
He watched for a second longer, realizing the 'show' was over, he shrugged and started off the roof. He climbed onto a high tree branch and shimmied his way down to the ground. Drew looked a bit awkward just standing next to the pool, soaked.
"Well, that was, er, fun but I have to get ready for my parents to come home so......" I refrained from shuffling my feet, why should I be nervous? He is the one that tried to kiss me....I think.
"Oh, yeah, right so I will see you later," he answered, grabbing his coat and giving a small wave. Wow, that was a little, cough, awkward. Thank you Devon! *sarcastic*
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I swear, boys could be so immature and just plain weird sometimes! I mean really......sitting on a roof stuffing his face with popcorn, and spying on me and Drew......I rolled my eyes, defeated. Whatever......no matter the circumstances, boys will always be boys. Perfect Example: Devon
Knowing my parents would be home soon, I changed out of my bathing suit. I decided on something comfortable, and slipped on some black shorts, and a plain dark lavender tank. Not wanting to bother with any makeup, I simply combed my hair and blow dried it a bit, pulling it into a pony tail. I slipped on the plain black flip-flops I had on earlier, and pulled on my old baseball cap. Much better......
Knowing my parents would be hungry when they got home, I decided to start dinner. I loved to cook, and wanted to be a chef someday. I pulled some salmon out of the fridge and set it on the large metal frying pan. I added a ton of butter, some olive oil, chives, onion, black pepper, salt, a crushed garlic clove, some fresh parsley, and some lemon juice.
I covered the simmering dish, before starting on side dishes. Hmmmmmmm tricky. Well, you don't want something squishy as it would revolt against the firm but falling apart salmon. So no mashed potatoes.....no spinach.....ew....hmmmmm. I decided to go with a fried rice.
I boiled the little white grains, before throwing each and every one onto another large pan. I filled the pan with a couple sticks of butter, some salt, pepper, garlic, cilantro, finely chopped celery, carrots, onions, and peppers. I added a bit of fried egg, and then added the secret ingredient, Soy Sauce.
Realizing my parents were probably 10 minutes away, I quickly steamed some broccoli, asparagus, and onion in a large bowl. Perfect......
My parents walked through the door just as I was setting the last bowl on the perfectly set table. My mother covered her mouth in delight, and my dad took a long sniff before letting out a drawn out "Mmmmmmmmm,"
I smiled, and gestured for them to sit down. They looked at the array of steaming fresh food and licked their lips. They grabbed the large spoons and hungrily began to fill their empty plates.
I had helped with the dishes and was sitting in my room. Listening to "my" Ipod, and dancing around the room, in rather, cough, embarrassing dance moves. What I loved Ultimate Low?! I was shocked when the song "Best of Both Worlds" came, on by none other than Hannah Montana. I burst into laughter, that guy from the park listened to Hannah Montana? I chuckled, but I guess if he likes Hannah Montana.....Whatever Floats Your Boat I guess.
I looked on my wall, seeing the large trophy I had won at the Fencing Championships last year. I really did miss sports......and I hardly call cheer leading a sport. More like a complicated and tiring dance class to me.
I sighed, and pulled off my tank, exposing my black bra. So I liked Black, Sue Me. I yanked off the shorts and started to replace them with a pair of loose pink pajama bottoms. I had just pulled a black tank over my head, when I looked out the window.
Oh my God, was that Devon looking through my window??? That perv! He was staring straight at me, having had seen my whole "performance" I gave him with the removing of clothing. His face was pulled in an impressed and appraising look. He looked into my eyes, and gave a suggestive grin.
I smirked, and smiled seductively, before flipping him off and pulling the curtain closed to hard I almost pulled it off its hook. I have just about had it with him, but how to get him back? I will have to think about that for a while.
My phone jingled, and I saw that I had gotten a text from Drew saying he had gotten a new car and it was a Black Ford Mustang. Wait- how in the hell did he get a Ford Mustang, and I don't even have a car yet?!
U R DRIVIN ME 2 SCHOOL 2MORROW!, I texted back. I was not going to take the bus again. His reply was immediate.
OF COURSE, it read, and I smiled. Yay, I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Hmmm, was I happy that I wouldn't have to ride the bus again, or was I happy to see Drew again...? I think a little bit of both.
I was jolted awake at the sudden pounding of my alarm clock's annoying jeers. I gasped in surprise as soon as I realized I had been sleeping on the edge of my bed. I grunted lightly when my stomach came in aligned contact with the hard floor. Ouch......
I pulled myself together, now widely awake, and took the time to slowly stretch each of my cramped muscles. I stretched my toes, shivering at the wonderful tingle that ran my spine. I yawned before walking into the bathroom to start my usual morning routine.
I had showered and brushed my teeth, and combed my long hair. Drew is picking me up today so maybe I should dress up.....but I don't want to look over eager. Maybe I should just slip the first thing I see on.....ew.....where did that thought come from?! I battled with my raging thoughts, while viciously ruffling through my packed closet for the perfect outfit.
I smiled when my eyes laid on my favorite shirt. It was tight-fitting, but not in an overly sluttish kind of way. The hem was long, and fitted. It had small straps, and showed a semi-innocent amount of cleavage. It was black and partly backless. It was my favorite shirt.
I immediately grabbed the light cotton, slipped on my black bra, and pulled the material over my head. Hmmmm, not bad if I do say so myself. I pulled on my dark faded denim mini skirt, which looked good with the long shirt I was wearing, now for shoes.....Now I could wear my converse...but I was feeling daring and decided to go with my boots.
When I say boots, I don't mean your average brown ankle boots. These boots were black, surprise there, and ran a smooth path all the way up to my knee. They were boots that were sexy and made you feel fearless, not to mention they made my legs look insanely long and my butt smaller. Weird..... Yes, these boots were Gucci boots, and they had cost 420 dollars. I studied myself in the mirror. And they were worth EVERY SINGLE PENNY....I chanted in my mind.
I decided to do my eyes dark with a smoky eyeshadow, but skipped eyeliner. I applied some mascara, and little a little bit of lip gloss. My hair was having a good day, and seemed to be naturally curling in nice waves around my oval face.
A loud honk led me to my open window, seeing that Drew was here, I grabbed my bag, and cell before hurrying to the front door.
Damn.......Drew was looking hot today. He was leaning up against his new mustang, which was the best car I had seen in a while. He was wearing a pair of loose dark blue denim jeans. They hugged his hips perfectly. His tight black shirt was fitted, and you could see the expanse of his muscular torso. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and black sunglasses. His hair looked windblown. Geez, he went all out today.
He was staring at me, his gaze sliding from my boots to my face in a quick motion. He smiled as soon as his eyes locked with mine. He walked around to the passenger door, and held it open. Making hand gestures for me to get in.
This was going to be an interesting ride.......
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Okay now...plsss comment..I really tried to write a massively large chap..plsss let me know hw it is? And once more I am really sorry for not posting fast but I promise I'll post if I get comments telling me to continue..thanks.
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