4"Why are you making me do this," I whined, dragging my feet as my best friend Paige Shannon dragged my towards a huge house, "Laurell Dickson and me hate each other."
"So!" she protested. I glared at her and she sighed, "C'mon Chrissy. It'll be fun." She was the only one who called me that. My name was Charysma Slater. How she got 'Chrissy' is beyond me but she's called me it since kindergarten. "How can you make fun of something if you're not there?"
"Fine," I sighed in defeat. She had me there. Maybe Laurell would actually play MORE good music for once. You know instead of all those girl/boy band type people. I shuddered at the thought and Paige opened a door. Immediately I saw my other bestest friend Hope Samuels, she smiled brightly and weaved her way through the crowd.
"Jeez, count on you two to take forever and be late as hell," she joked.
"Paige had to redo her eyeliner like eight times," I smiled at her glare, "Aw, we love you anyway!"
"You're the one who changed and redid your make-up like-."
"Shit," Hope muttered, whipping her head looking at me, "He's here, he had to come-."
"Hun, it's like the biggest party of the year, why wouldn't he be here," Paige rolled her eyes before Hope left.
"Nice Paige," I said annoyed, following Hope out the back door.
"Whoa."
"Sugar honey iced tea," I backed up as a drink was spilled over me. I didn't bother looking up, I just pushed past the guy, to find Hope. I found her but she was talking, involuntarily to her very drunk ex, Damien. "Oh this is gonna be fun," I muttered, preparing for battle. As I approached, Hope said something about Damien being a pig-headed bastard and stormed off. "Hope," I yelled annoyed, "If you think I'm going to chase you around this whole god damn party, I assure you, you better think again."
"Sorry," she laughed, as I caught up to her, "Just a lot of stuff-."
"Exactly why I didn't want to be here," I told her in a singsong voice. She smiled and we went back into the main room, only to be stopped by Dickson.
"What are you doing here?" she asked snottily.
"Oh go fuck a pole, Dickson," Hope said, rolling her eyes. I laughed, walking past her but she stepped in front of me.
"Can I help you?" I asked, glaring at her.
"You can leave and take your freak-of-a-friend with you."
"Oh, gladly," I said sarcastically.
"You've got issues Slater," she said smirking to her boy-toy, Eric Gregory.
"I'm not the one cheating on my boyfriend," I said, tilting my head to side sharply, "What's the word I'm looking for, it starts with a 'W', it's on the tip of my tongue-."
"Whore!" Hope yelled and we both laughed.
"You bitch!" Laurell screeched, attempting a catfight but this was quickly stopped by her boyfriend, Seth Peterson. Eric Gregory was nowhere to be seen, funny how that happens, huh?
"C'mon Hope," I laughed, "Let's go where we're appreciated."
"Yeah," she nodded. We linked arms and skipped over to the food. Now I know what you may be thinking, '. . . are they high?' But no, we're not. We just get a little hyper together and we like being happy.
"Paige, we're leaving," I said, tapping the blonde on her shoulder. She nodded and I followed Hope outside.
"Well, that was fun," I laughed. Hope smiled. "Are you still upset about Damien?"
"I don't know," she sighed, "I mean he breaks up with me then says sorry and he wants to be with me again and I'm all, uhm ha no." I smiled and she laughed. "It was just nice I guess."
"I wouldn't know," I shrugged.
"It's so hard to believe, you," she mocked, "You such a guy charmer."
"Yeah, they just can't resist my fist," I laughed.
"Chryz, you okay?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," I smiled then looked at my watch, "I gotta get home. Otherwise Slater-Rex is gonna bite my head off."
"Dork," she laughed.
"Mwa," I air kissed before running down my street.
"Charysma Channel Slater, get in here. Right now!" was the first thing I heard as I opened the door.
"Shit," I muttered, walking into my mom's study.
"Charysma, I had a meeting with your principle today, would you like to explain to me the THREE D'S YOU HAVE AND WHY YOU HAVE HAD DENTENTION EVERY SINGLE DAY AFTER SCHOOL SINCE IT STARTED!" she screamed, honestly, the woman could be a freaking fog horn, if they paid her enough of coarse. And it's Sunday, why would the principle meet with her on a Sunday?
"Uh, yeah well-."
"I don't know what to do with you!" she yelled. I rolled my eyes but felt a hard slap across my face. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, this is serious, you wont get into a good, not even decent college with these grades. You are getting a tutor and an overseer."
"You make me sound like a slave," I muttered, receiving another slap, on the same stupid cheek.
"You might as well be one with these grades." Now my mom was not by any means racist, but when she was angry, she said things that, when she was thinking straight, she wouldn't normally say. And she only got this angry when she had an extremely stressful day at work. Let's just say she would be A LOT better in the morning but then again, I rarely talked to her so it didn't really matter.
"I'll agree to a tutor but I don't need babysitting," I said, looking her in the eyes.
"Agr-a. YOU'LL AGREE?" she screamed, "YOU'VE GOT NO OTHER BLOODY CHOICE!" I flinched slightly at her loudness and looked at her again, she looked like an angry ape, facial wise. "You'll be over his house tomorrow," she said as calmly as she could after a few deep breaths.
"Who is he?" I asked curiously.
"Seth Peterson."
"No!" I yelled, "Mother, no, not him. I will not be tutored by him, let alone be 'overseen' by him. He's a jerk! A freaking asshole!" She slapped me, again, same cheek, glaring at me.
"You will not use that language under this roof," she growled, "And you will be at his house after detention, if you even get it again, and I expect there will be no more of it and if you even think about defying me, you will be extremely sorry. Are we clear?" I nodded and she 'dismissed' me. She also didn't make much sense when she was this mad . . . the best thing to do was nod and stay quiet, which was extremely hard for a person like me :-). I walked up the stairs, into my bathroom and saw blood trickling down my left cheek. I let out a sigh and wiped it.
"Stupid nails," I muttered, debating whether or not to do my homework. I decided I would copy from Paige. Cuddling the covers, which protected me from all darkness and evils, I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about a life when my father was alive. Damn ice-cream trucks.
NEXT DAY
"Stupid alarm clock," I muttered, rolling out of bed. I put on my school uniform with black ankle tights under the green/white plaid skirt, pulling the tights so they were in the middle on my calves. I pulled on the white polo and a black zip-up hoodie then jogged down to the kitchen
"I wish you would wear those school shirts I bought you," I heard my mother mutter, coming in as I got a blackcurrant yogurt/smoothie thing, "They're so cute."
"I will," I sighed as she left.
"Seth's giving you a ride to school," she called.
"Shit," I muttered.
"Charysma," she yelled warningly.
"I said shoot," I said in a bored tone, walking into the hall.
"Be good," she said, taking a last look at me, she almost looked regretful but then left. I watched her, through the curtain, leave but then went back into the kitchen to grab the money that she left on the counter for me. As I walked outside, down the street, something caught my eyes and I turned, to see Seth, in his car of coarse. He nodded at the seat next to him and I rolled my eyes, still walking. After a while, he gave up and sped up, letting me walk to school.
"Hey Chryz," Hope smiled, catching up with me.
"Hey," I sighed.
"Jeez, klutz, what happened?" she asked, gesturing to my cheek.
"Fight," I shrugged, not wanting to talk about it and she could tell.
"So wanna go make fun of my sister at the mall?" she asked, "She's going with a bunch of her Barbie friends."
"Tempting, but I have to do something after school," I muttered as we got to the bottom steps, "Kill me it's Monday." She laughed and we went to my locker but she left to go to hers.
"Slater."
"What?" I asked, glancing to my right to see Seth, leaning against the lockers.
"My house, after school?"
"Sure thing caveman," I said, closing my locker. I walked to first period, French, one of my two best subject :-), English being the other, and would've slept through the day until lunch but in Math and History, Peterson kept me awake. Poking me with a freaking pencil. He's evil I tell you, or just extremely annoying. Take your pick. Lunch finally came and I sped out of the classroom. Dumping my stuff into my locker, I met up with Paige and Hope outside the Caf.
"So you wanna talk about it?" Hope asked as we entered. I shook my head, walking to the line.
"It can't be that bad," Paige sighed, "C'mon Chrissy, we can take it." I laughed at her dramatic-self but shook my head again. They shrugged at one another but we all knew I would tell them sooner or later.
"Hey Slater, want some ice cream," Damien smirked from behind me and to think Hope dated him. Turning around, I brought my fist up but someone grabbed it before I could do anything and turned to see Seth. His hand slipped to my wrist and he dragged me out of the cafeteria.
"What was that for," I asked, slightly annoyed.
"You don't have to go around hitting people," he said, equally annoyed.
"No I mean why'd you stop me," I said, waving away his response, "You aren't getting paid."
"No, I don't want to be stuck here until after detention. Just because of you."
"Oh yes, I'm sure it would be horrible," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "You could always make-out with your whore of a girlfriend."
"What is your problem," he sighed annoyed.
"I have this tiny pain in my neck, it keeps getting worse and worse."
"It's probably better than the one in my ass," he growled, "Just don't do anything stupid." I rolled my eyes and headed off to fourth period. Biology I. Oh Joy! My three least favourite subjects all in one day with my FAVOURITE PERSON! Yeah, this day couldn't get any worse.
"Test!" I stand corrected. I slammed my head against the desk.
"Perfect," I muttered, hearing someone sit next to me. I let out an annoyed cry, not actually crying, just annoyed and picked my head up. I did know some of the stuff on the test and most of it was multiple choice, but when it came to the essay questions, I was at a total loss. I wrinkled my nose, remembering the 'conversation' with my mother last night. It wasn't even entirely my fault. It's just after my dad died, my mom became more 'devoted to her work' and did really care about me or what happened at school. So I just didn't try. I figured there wasn't anyone to please or impress. I even convinced myself that I didn't care about my grades but now I'm halfway through second semester sophomore year and I'm starting to regret my decision. I bit my lip then smacked my forehead, thoroughly annoyed that I let myself do this because of a stupid person like my mother, who was a little crazy, as you can probably already tell. She kind of had good reason though: she's lost her husband, buries herself in her work, and, oh yeah, she's got a wanna-be-ish screw up for a kid.
"Time's up," my Bio teacher said, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked down at my practically blank answer sheet and shrugged. I gave her the test and headed to my locker to be met by Hope.
"I bombed my Bio Test."
"A-are you feeling alright?" she asked slowly, "I mean, it sounded like you actually cared. Chryz have you seen the light? Do you care about your grades? Please say yes, please, please, please!"
"After the stupid fight thing with my mother, yeah I do," I muttered, opening my locker.
"Why now?" she asked curiously, "I mean you and your mom have talked before but why is it different?"
"I don't know, it's just, I never really thought about them because no one else cared or whatever. You know? I don't know, maybe it's stupid."
"No, no, it makes sense," she says, nodding.
"And now I think about it and it seems stupid to have done it because SHE didn't care."
"Yeah, you should've done it for you."
"I don't know, maybe this tutor thing will work," I shrugging, closing my locker, "Just not that excited about who it is."
"Who is it?" Paige asked, joining us.
"It is a caveman," I smiled, walking with them outside. They laughed and I shook my head, smiling. I saw 'it' and he nodded in my direction, to me I don't know, but I didn't respond to nods so it didn't really matter.
"Seth Peterson?" Hope asked, in what sounded as shock.
"My mom," I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Damn girl, you're lucky," Paige muttered. I laughed and shook my head.
"Yeah, I guess if having a jock insult my intelligence is lucky, I guess I am."
"Oh you know what I mean Chrissy," she rolled her eyes.
"Slater, are you walking or coming?" Peterson yelled.
"Oh you mean I actually get to choose," I asked fake happily.
"Chryz, not too much sarcasm," Hope laughed, but then became serious, "And if you become a preppy valley girl, I just might have to kill you."
"Hey!" Paige said defensively.
"I can only handle so much," Hope said smiling, "You're just the right amount." Paige laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"Dude, can I go now?"
"I don't know, can you?" Paige asked playfully.
"Dork," I laughed, "Mwa, byes luvs."
"Ready?" Peterson asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"Actually, I am," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and we got into the car, driving to his house. As I got out, I heard a familiar sound and froze. My eyes following the white truck with the ice cream cone on the roof as it drove past his house.
"Slater, you okay?" I vaguely heard Peterson ask.
"Yeah," I said, quietly, snapping out of the trance, following him inside. I hated ice cream trucks. I couldn't stand their song, the ice cream being sold from them, or the truck its self. If there ever was a truck on the side of the street I was on, I would cross over. An ice cream truck tore apart my life and I could never think of them the same. My dad and I used to go get ice cream every Friday, we'd walk from my house to the near-by park. One time, the truck was running late and since it was going so fast, it drove onto the curb, where it had to park. It hit my father.
"You sure you're okay?" Peterson asked, raising an eyebrow as I bumped into him.
"I'm fine, where are we going," I asked quickly. There was a silence, as he looked, actually kind of observed, me but he eventually gestured to a table. I threw my backpack on a chair and sat down in the chair next to it. Peterson sat across from me and we got to work. Me more than him.
"Here," I sighed, throwing my math homework at him to check.
"The mathematics is right, you're just not doing the problem right," he said after a while.
"Meaning?" He got up and moved my backpack, sitting next to me. After about an hour and a half, I was finally getting it. Yay!
"You know if you actually pay attention, you could be really good."
"Is that some sort of weird way to give me a compliment?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, grinning, still looking down at the paper but G.N.O went off. "Wad up Paige?"
"French homework, help!" she whined and I laughed.
"Okay," I said before explaining to her, partially in French, what to do.
"I heart you my luv!" she said before hanging up. I smiled and set the phone on the table.
"You take French?" I nodded and looked back down at my homework page thing.
"French III."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah," I sighed, closing my math book. I opened my history and tackled the reading.
"I think you just needed someone to make you do it."
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your homework," he laughed, "You can do it, you just needed the push." I shrugged.
"Alright smart guy," I muttered, scanning the pages, "What was difference of Indians and 'Black' according to Thomas Jefferson in the Notes of Virginia?"
"That's from last semester."
"So, if I know it, you should too, Mr. Brilliant."
"If you're so smart, you answer it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not the one who's failing the class."
"I am not failing!" I said annoyed, "A 'D' is higher than an 'F' and grades don't show how much you know."
"That makes no sense."
"Thomas Jefferson thought that the Native Americans could be civilized and they were closer to the Europeans in skin colour. The 'Blacks' were to dark and people made up studies to show that they had smaller brains than Europeans. I am not stupid I'm just annoyed there is a difference," I yelled then turned my attention back to my homework.
"Why?"
"Why what?" I asked annoyed.
"Why are you annoyed," he asked in a tone much to serious for my liking.
"What are you talking about?"
"You just said you're annoyed, why and what does it have to do with your grades."
"Dude, you've gone coo-coo for coco puffs," I laughed, closing my book.
"How so?"
"Cause one, I didn't say that and two, why would I say it to you?"
"You just did."
"No I didn't," I stood up, "I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm done with my homework," I said slowly, raising an eyebrow. I shoved my books into my backpack and turned around, practically bumping into Frankenstein in a suit. 0.0 Oh no wait, it's Peterson's dad, my bad. :-P
"Ms. Slater I presume."
"Yep," I nodded, smiling slightly.
"John Peterson," he said, looking at me with a friendly look in his eyes then to his son, "Mrs. Slater called, she is going to be working late. She would like for you to stay here."
"Do you happen to know what time she said-."
"You are staying the night," he interrupted me.
"Oh," I said, surprised, trying my hardest not to show my annoyance. She knew I was going to hang out with Hope and Paige. Paige she didn't mind. Hope I guess reminded her too much of me . . . I snapped out of my thoughts to see Mr. Peterson still looking down at me.
"Dinner is at six." Then he left.
"I have to go somewhere," I said turning to face Seth.
"Dinner's at six," he said absolutely emotionless. I raised an eyebrow.
"I probably wont be back by then." He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and started towards the door. Then turned around asking, "Doesn't your dad coach football at school?" He nodded and I snapped my fingers, in a dorky way, "I knew I've seen him somewhere. He scares me." Seth smiled weakly and I let out a sigh, "Oh, c'mon you big baby." I pulled him up and dragged him out with me.
"Where are we going?" he asked in a bored tone.
"Out," I said, grabbing my coat. He raised an eyebrow and I laughed, "Don't worry you'll be back in no more then two pieces." Then pulled him out the door and off to a land of fun. The mall.
"I thought you weren't coming," Hope practically yelled.
"You know if singing never works out for you, you could always be an announcer, you wouldn't even need a microphone," I laughed. She smiled but her eyes traveled to Seth behind me and I heard a squeal from behind her, followed by a bunch of 'oh my gosh its Seth Peterson' whispers. I leant back to Seth, whispering, "I think you've been discovered."
"I must have forgotten my disguise," he whispered back, laughing slightly.
"How about you guys look for boys your own age," Hope laughed at the group of five girls behind her. They all gasped and gapped but we only laughed, pushing them towards a store.
"Slater, what do you think you're doing!" I heard a shrill voice cry.
"I think I need one more then you do," I muttered, turning to see an extremely pissed off Laurell, "What do you want Dickson?"
"Get away from my boyfriend," she growled annoyed.
"He can leave when he wants, he has a brain," I rolled my eyes. She looked at him expectantly.
"Why don't you just go back to Gregory, I mean he has to be getting cold, waiting for you mid-blow," Hope said coldly. Dickson's eyes narrowed.
"At least my dad loves me enough to stay with us."
"Hey Laurell, I'd like you to meet someone-."
"Chryz, no," Hope said quietly, grabbing me, "We don't want another bowling ally incident." I glared at Laurell.
"She's not even worth it."
"He's right, she's not," Hope said as I slowly smiled at the horrified face Laurell was wearing and let Hope pull me into the store we has pushed the girls into before.
"B-but Seth-y bear," she started.
"We're done," he said simply. When we were fully in the store, I turned to Hope.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "He's just such an asshole and she doesn't even know what really happened."
"It's better he's gone," I said, hugging her, "I promise."
"I know," she said, "I just miss him."
"He's your dad, of course you miss him." She nodded and I smiled, "But god, that look on Dickson's face, absolutely priceless!" She laughed.
"So true, so true."
"Hope, are you okay?" her little sister asked.
"Yeah Kylee," she smiled, hugging her, "Let's find a dress for you." I went to find Seth; he was sitting on the rail of a fountain.
"Hey Seth-y bear," I laughed. He grimaced.
"Don't call me that."
"Aw but it's so adorable," I teased, sitting next to him. He rolled his eyes. "Don't you feel a little better?"
"About what?" he asked uncertainly.
"That you aren't with a whore anymore," I smiled cheekily. He laughed slightly.
"We should go," he said after a while.
"Why?"
"My dad-," but he was cut off by my cell phone.
"Hello."
"Chrissy pick me up."
"Paige, is that you? Where are you, I can barely here you," I said, plugging my other ear.
"Chrissy come pick me up, please. Please," she said, close to tears, which was not normal for her. She only cried when physically impossible or she was dead scared.
"Where are you?" I asked gently. She told me the address and I said, "Okay, I'll be there, just stay there and I'll be right there. Okay?"
"O-okay, hurry," she said quietly.
"I will," I said before hanging up. I went into the store again and got Hope's keys, telling her it was an emergency. Practically sprinting out of the mall, I found the car and jumped in. When I finally realized Seth had followed me, I didn't say anything, I just drove. "It's a party." As soon as I walked in, I was bombarded with a hug from a sobbing Paige. Turned out, she was making out with him and he wanted to go further, but she didn't. When she protested, he hit her but someone heard her scream and threw the guy off her. That someone just happened to be her older brother Bryan, who is EXTREMELY protective so when he came over, dried blood on his fists, I wasn't exactly surprised. "You beat me to him, dang it Bryan."
"He's still out there," he said smirking.
"Nah, I'm good," I said, not wanting to leave Paige at the party by herself, "I think you should take her home." He nodded and I gave her one last squeeze before letting her go. "Guys are stupid," I muttered, getting in the car, letting Seth drive. Leaning against the window, I fell into a well-earned sleep. It had been a LONG day.
A MONTH LATER (March)
My grades had gone up; I had no D's. The lowest was a C and that was in Bio. I had a borderline C+ in history and Geometry, almost a B-. In French and English I had A's. Music was an A and PE was a P or F class. As I walked down the steps, I scanned the crowd for Seth but couldn't see him. I squeaked at someone covered my eyes and a deep voice said, "Guess who."
"Jesus Christ, Seth could you be any more of a dork?" I asked laughing. He smiled, shrugging.
"I have a practice like thing today, so-."
"For football?" I laughed.
"You know my dad," he muttered, slightly annoyed.
"Unfortunately I do but I'm sure he's trying," I said reassuringly, "So what about the whole 'tutoring' thing?"
"It's not a thing and it's not a word you can use quotes for," he laughed.
"Psh, whatever," I rolled my eyes playfully, "Am I supposed to wait or what? I need details man!" He laughed at me being my true self, a drama queen.
"Well, we could just not do it," he shrugged.
"Who are you and what have you done with Seth Peterson?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You have to come with me to a party my father's having."
"Ha, I think I found him."
"Charysma, my dad's party."
"Why do I have to come?" I whined.
"Cause you're entertaining."
"Is Dickson going?"
"Probably."
"Alright fine," I sighed, "What am I supposed to wear?" He smirked.
"Formal wear."
"You're evil."
"It's not my fault my dad's having a party and I may have suggested-."
"Seth!" I screamed.
"I'm kidding," he said smiling then looked at his watch, "I've got to go, but I'll pick you up at six-ish."
"Thanks for being specific," I muttered sarcastically. He smiled.
"Bye Charysma."
"Yeah, whatever." I watched him walk away and turned around, walking straight into Hope's suspicious eyes. "Good god woman!"
"You totally like him!"
"Oh c'mon he's my tutor," I laughed, "We're just friends."
"He likes you too. You two would be so cute together."
"Oh my god, it's Tom Felton!"
"What were?" she yelled.
"Just checking," I smiled.
"Oh, come on! You totally like him and he completely likes you too. It's obvious to anyone with eyes."
"Then maybe you need to get yours checked."
"Oh ha, ha, very funny Chryz. But seriously, what're you doing tonight?"
"Going to a party," I shrugged.
"With who?" she asked in a singsong voice.
"Hope, if you're going to be annoying, I'll ask Paige to help me pick out an outfit." She smiled.
"I have no idea what you're talking about but I'll help you."
"You're annoying."
"I know," she smiled, shrugging. I rolled my eyes and we went to my house. When we were done picking the outfit, she left and I jumped into the shower. After I had gotten dress, I put on a baggy sweatshirt and started curling my hair. There was a knock and I saw my mother standing the doorway.
"Where are you off to?" she asked curiously.
"I'm going to the Peterson's," I shrugged, done with my hair. I carefully put it up, half-up, half-down and turned to face her, "What about you?"
"I'm going out of town for business," she sighed.
"Should I call Hope or Paige?"
"No, no, I've made arrangements."
"Mom, is everything alright?"
"I've just been thinking," she said, making her way over towards me; she knelt beside me.
"Mom, you've got your way of coping and I've got mine, we're different people," I said smiling slightly, "I get it."
"Sweetie, you seem happier then you have in a long time and I know I haven't been fair to you and you've had to deal with things you shouldn't have had to deal with but I want you to know that you are one of the strongest, most bravest person I have ever met. I am so amazingly proud of you," both of us were crying by the end, thank god I hadn't done my makeup yet, and I gave her a huge hug, "I love you Charysma and I'm going to change, I promise."
"I love you too mom," I whispered.
"Look at us," she laughed slightly, wiping tears on her cheeks, "Well, I'll let you finish and I'll see you when I get back."
"Bye mom," I smiled. The door closed and I felt like everything, between us, was going to work out. I finished getting ready and heard the doorbell ring. "I got it!" I yelled, sprinting down the stairs.
"What're you, running from a bear?" Seth asked amused.
"The bear has hibernated," I smiled. He looked at me curiously but I shook my head and called back into the house, "I'm leaving!" I followed Seth down our path and gasped, "A limo?!"
"A limo," he smiled. He opened the door for me but then grabbed my hand, spinning me around. He was so close, his breath warmed my nose. "You look gorgeous Charysma."
"Thank you," I smiled, "You good pretty look too." I smacked my forehead, looking at the pavement but he brought it down, so he was holding both hands and I looked up at him, somewhat shyly.
"If we don't leave now, we'll be late," he said softly. I nodded but went on my tiptoes, as tall as they would allow me, and kissed him softly on the cheek. He looked at me somewhat surprised but I turned and got into the car. We must have looked like we were on our first date or whatever because the limo driver laughed at we drove out of my driveway. I mean I was on my first date, even though it wasn't technically a date cause he asked me to go as entertainment but still, I was nervous either way. His father wasn't all that fond of me either and when I pointed this out, Seth laughed.
"Well you have broken the noses of almost all the players on the Varsity and JV teams."
"That's their own fault, they should've taken the hint after the first three," I muttered, folding my arms. When door opened, I jumped about five feet and landed in Seth's lap. "Sorry," I mumbled, getting out of the car. After a couple seconds, I felt a hand slid into mine and looked to see Seth, staring at the door I had been watching.
"Ready?" he asked, looking at me.
"It's just a party," I laughed slightly.
"But walking in together, people will think things. Especially if we're holding hands."
"So don't hold my hand," I said slowly, taking my hand from his, not knowing whether to be annoyed or hurt. I looked back at the door but felt his hand in mine again. I raised an eyebrow and his other hand caressed my cheek. He was searching my eyes but before I could say anything, his lips pressed mine shut.
"Open," he smiled, against my lips, and I did, ever so slightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and I ran my hands through his hair. When we parted, I laughed. "What?" he asked, amused.
"Your hair," I smiled, fixing it so it wasn't as messy then I realized I was eye level with him, "How did I get up here?" He smiled and took my hand, pulling me from the hood of the limo.
"See ya Tony," he said before opening the door.
"SURPRISE!"
"Holy-wha-how-wh-WHO?!" he said confused. Hope and Paige smiled, pointing at me. "You didn't."
"I believe I did," I laughed; he smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I told you," Hope laughed.
"Why," he asked.
"Sort of a thank you for helping me," I smiled.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, happily. I nodded and he kissed me.
"I mean how else would I get to see you play football."
"You hate football," he smiled.
"I'll live," I smiled, "Plus I want to see you play and Paige can you picture the uniforms. Tight pants here we come."
"On second thought, maybe you shouldn't come," he said quickly.
"Ew, are you serious," I laughed, "No that's Paige. I don't do that. Trust me, I've got better things to do than look at random guys butts." He smirked.
"What about me?"
"You what?"
"Oh, honey, you don't want to know," Hope said laughing. I raised an eyebrow and his smirk turned into a grin when I shuddered.
"DIRTY MINDS!" I yelled, running away. He chased me and when he caught me, he dragged me to a 'loveseat'. Sitting down, he pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't need my covers to protect me anymore. I had my own personal super man and he protected me from all the evils in the world. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.