15Here is your explanation chapter! Also it's a please forgive me for my evil writer's block chapter. I swear that you'll get all kinds of character stuff and Gwen being the promised tomboy next chapter. This story is still kind of rocky so review it and tell me what you like and what you want me to fix. Don't give up on me yet!
Yesterday was great, only problem was that now I had a hangover the size of Montana. Did I mention that I drink? That's because I don't. I just was I little too relaxed after hanging out at the lake and Trev decided to be an ass hole. Did I mention why I don't drink? It's because I have absolutely no alcohol tolerance. I once got drunk from eating rum cake. Anyways, back to why Trev is an ass. He emptied out a soda can and filled it up again with Champaign. I don't know where he got it or why he took the effort to find a fizzy and expensive alcoholic drink but he did and then all the guys got to watch me be a slut, just great. That reminds me, Where am I?
I decided to be brave and open my eyes. I got them open just a crack then was blinded by light and quickly shut them. After a minute or recovering I tried again. I tried and failed several more times before giving up and just lying around with my throbbing head. I would have given up period if I hadn't suddenly heard someone scream, "FUCK!" at the top of their lungs.
I mumbled, "I know you want to but the answer is no already", and managed a half awake smirk.
"Gwen it's not funny for once! Open your damned eyes!" the voice replied. I opened my eyes just in time to see someone's shoe hit me in the face. "Get up!"
"I'm trying to but the shoe had other plans," I bit out sarcastically. I opened my eyes and quickly closed them again. This time it wasn't the lights fault. Trev was standing in front of me in just his boxers. I finally gathered my courage and took in the scene around me. Trev was in his boxers. I repeat myself again, Trev was in his boxers. My eyes went wide and opened my mouth to scream when he lounged at me and covered my mouth with his hand. Slowly, I peeled it away while giving him the death glare. "What happened?" I ground out.
"It's not our fault, when a girl comes at you like that you can't just deny her, and neither of us had had a bj in forever."
I looked up to see who the new voice was. It was Greg, also in his boxers, did I mention that both Trev and Greg were in their boxers and it was morning and I was there, I was getting very freaked out very fast. "I? You? Huh?" I tried desperately. I could not believe this. I have self control. I swear I do, oh my god, I was officially scared. I thought I could handle my flirtatious side.
"I know this is hard to comprehend but I've got even worse news," Trev stated with a serious face.
"Wha…wha…what?" I asked terrified.
"I know it was our first time and all but…."
"Spit it out!"
"I'm pregnant." Trev said with a serious face. I jumped up and chased them through the room, out into the hall and down the stairs to the den, throwing punches as I went.
Mr. Mitchell, Trev's dad, interrupted my revenged by nervously interjecting, "Gwen, it's um, nice to see you, but um, would you care to, um, ah, explain this situation." I must have looked as confused as I felt because Mr. Mitchell motioned down to my outfit. I looked down at my scantily clad self then screamed and ran back upstairs to the safety of the guest room.
Damn them all to hell! They could have told me I was only in my bra and…someone else's boxers? I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as loud as I could, letting the frustration flow out of me. Finished, I fell back onto the bed. Did I do something stupid? Oh, God, please let me have not done something stupid. I know I'm not perfectly innocent but what did I do? I just wish I at least knew what happened? My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Great it was one of my jackoff so called friends. I waited the new torture, keeping my eyes closed in my sad attempt hoping that the theory, "I can't see you so you can't see me," was real.
I was surprised when Tiff walked in, Trev's older sister. "You look like shit," she told me casually. "Why are you crying like a chick?"
"As far as I knew I was one, unless the guys gave me a sex change last night. They would've gotten away with it, I was hammered."
"What?! You don't drink."
"Trev is an asshole," I supplied. She grinned.
"You're telling me, I've got to live with him." She smirked back at me and I finally gave up a smile. "So what's with the tears? You're not some drama queen." I didn't answer. "You're not are you? Cause that would mean that I'd have to kick your ass & I hope you know that I really don't want to do that, but I will don't get me wrong." I relaxed and let out a snort.
"You would be a drama queen too if you knew what I had been through."
"And what exactly have you been through." She asked skeptically, still wondering why I was acting so lame.
"For starters: I was kidnapped, I had an encounter on a traitor couch, had a sprained ankle, I got knocked out by a table, strapped a rocket to a wheelchair, had my sprained ankle heal, stole some jet skis, got drunk, and made your dad loose all hope for me." I finished by taking a huge breath and looked over to see Tiff breathing heavily, she was breathing for both of us as I have the bad habit of not taking a breath when I'm excited.
"Huh?" she tried after trying to process all the insane info. I shot her an unbelieving look and she offered, "Start from the beginning?" on second though she added, "slowly!" I laughed then flopped onto my stomach for the perfect story telling stance.
"You know how David is always trying to get me to watch Star Wars?"
"Yeah." She said slowly, no clue what this had to do with anything.
"Well he finally carried through that silly threat of his and kidnapped me to go watch all the movies at his house. He tied me up when I was asleep and carried me out my window! He tied me to a chair!"
"How'd you get back at him?" she asked with a knowing look, eye brow cocked up and a smirk on her face.
"Played damsel in distressed then creamed him." I couldn't help but feel like a triumphant little kid while Tiff cracked up next to me. When she calmed down I continued a little down, "Then I sprained my ankle." Her head popped up.
"What? How did that go down? I thought you won?"
"Well the fight got sidetracked and we feel asleep somehow, and then I kneed him in the groin and sprained my ankle, and the stupid couch turned on me and wasn't comfy any…"
"Stop!" she yelled out, once again breathing hard, "Huh?" she questioned comically tilting her head to one side. I snorted at her expression and look changed to one of annoyance. "1. How can a couch be a traitor? 2. How and why did you knee David in the groin and sprain your ankle? 3. Why did the fight get sidetracked? 4. What aren't you telling me? There's a key to this puzzle and you're just not letting on." I blushed. "Spill it or die."
"IlikeDavidalotandIdontknowwhyandwefellasleepandthenweweresnugglingintoeachotherbutIthoughtitwasthecouchanditwasntthecouchitwashimandthenIhitmyheadonthecouchsoitsatraitorandIlikeDavidthisissowrong." I spilled out in hyperactive chipmunk mode.
¨Well that was unexpected. 1. I can't believe I understood you. 2. You can't have a crush."
Mocking her response I retorted, "1. You really like to count. 2. Why can't I have a crush?"
"Because I've seen you beat up more guys then you've ever kissed. Come to think of it I can't think of a single guy you have kissed, at least on the lips anyways, I mean I know you have to have had to. I've seen you mess with guys in way worse ways than kissing. Help me out, you must have kissed someone."
"Well 1. I…" Tiff threw a pillow at me.
"I'm serious!" she pouted.
"I've never kissed a guy on the lips, I don't know, it just seems so personal. A kiss on the lips is just different, it's sacred. I haven't ever kissed on the lips, other places but, well I guess I have on the lips once, but…" another pillow came flying at my head. This one I dodged but the next fluffy projectile hit me square in the face.
"Who? What? When? Where? Why?" she interrogated me.
"David, lips I already said that, last Monday, school, I have no clue." I tried to remember if there was another question to answer but she looked satisfied enough. That is until the next bombardment of questions would certainly come, and they weren't coming… "Tiff are you ok?" She was crying!
"You are a girl!" She launched herself at me and put me in a death hold that others commonly call a hug. Get this girl off me! "I was beginning to wonder but you've been so girly lately! I'm so proud!" I was scared, very scared…
"But I stole jet skis and….um…I sat on my ass for a week and didn't shower…yeah…that's it…I didn't shower!" I tried desperately. Damn, she was right and I knew it. All I've been showing is a silly Hollister girl. Oh God, I'm a prep. Somebody shoot me, where are all those cowards who promised to shoot me if this day ever came.
"Your not that bad, I doubt the whole female population together could ever make you clean the dirt out from under your nails," she must have seen my confused expression, " If your mouth is open your thoughts fall out," she joked. I closed my mouth quickly with a nice snapping sound. "And I'm sorry but no one is going to shoot you, if the friends you mentioned are anything like my brother than your definitely right about the coward thing." I laughed at this and the atmosphere felt like it was loosening up.
"So what do I do about David?"
"First just take a day off and get your guts back, go off-roading with my dumbass brother. Then I suggest that you….." she leaned over to whisper in my ear and then we very quietly began our plotting/or problem solving if you will.
Tiff had agreed to lend me some clothes; she admitted that she had taken mine to help Trev and Greg with their prank. Sadly she had no clue what happened to them, probably eBay knowing them. By the way, it was still extremely awkward to think of the whole thing, no one wants to see their best friends half naked, creepy. Stupid plan that worked and stupid evil idiots who made it work and scared the crap out of me, making me think I had done something disgusting with them, then their dad, and…I swear even the stupid hamster in my head deserved to be pouting, being childish rules.
As I stomped around like a two year old putting on various articles of borrowed clothing a lightning bulb flickered on over my head. I had the perfect revenge scheme. I knew how to get back at least one of the morons I love so much. Quickly exchanging my stomping for tiptoeing I made my way over to Trev's room. There on the dresser was his favorite shirt, Fiona. Who in their right mind names a shirt? I couldn't think of anyone, Trevor didn't count because he's obviously not in his right mind.
I had a feeling that the Mitchell's toilet was going to suddenly become clogged, with a big wad of jersey knit as the culprit, poor shirt; it never harmed anyone, too bad.
After finishing my little mission I strolled down the stairs back to the kitchen, with Greg, Trev, and now Kyle, all seated around the table. Perfect.
Thank you so much to all my reviewers! If I ever meet you in real life I will give you each a big hug and a cookie! Two cookies even! By the way sorry I didn't mention you guys in the last chapter, I still love you though!
Brilliant Demise, Muryoutaisuu, & ihrtbks: I know this is fast paced right now, sry about that, don't worry though I'll get it under control. It's just been going as crazy as my life right now lol. Things kinda jump around but I'm going to make it steadier don't worry
Hija de jesucristo: It means: wait and see it's going to be good
Muryoutaisuu (again lol): David didn't really cause her fall, he just avoided getting clobbered, Gwen is just a huge klutz. I promise the descriptions are coming up.
Insane and Logical: yeah, I know it's really weird right now but I promise things will get slightly normal, but who wants to read something completely normal, reading is a way of escaping the evil normalcy of life
Tricksters Illusion: I'm really really glad that you enjoy it
Forgotten Smiles: how are the names confusing? if you need anything explained don't hesitate to ask questions because I don't know how to help u right now, sry, I still love you oddles and noodles for review though
I hrtbks (again lol): ch. 1 he is David, ch. 2 is both, David in beginning, Trev middle, David end, ch. 3 is Trev, Greg and Kyle (friends) I'm glad you like David!
Pneumothorax: it is a bit unrealistic, sadly the crazy things are borrowed from my own life so they're definitely real lol