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Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Panic! At The Disco

Experience Makes You Perfect

Chapter 1
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

“Jelly”

Only one person has ever called me that in my life.

“Jelly Belly”

Ever.

“Wakey wakey jelly belly.” Came that deep seductive Spanish voice again. It echoed throughout my bedroom and threatened to wake my sister, Kate. Or rather her empty bed. She must have already left for school. That was so like her. Kate always had to be the first person to arrive and the last to leave. Not to mention the best at everything. She had more responsibilities then I had snappy comebacks.

Which is why she’s gone and I’m in bed with a Spanish Casanova.

Which wouldn’t normally bother a seventeen-year-old hormone driven girl, but this stud is none other than Andrew Ruiz, the annoying best friend of my brother Teddy.

Tall, dark, extremely argumentative, and hot off the plane from Spain. Apparently he thought I wanted him to wake me up on the morning or our first day of junior year at St. Augustine’s high school.

I didn’t.

Andrew had spent the summer visiting his relatives overseas and training with his championship winning uncle for the upcoming tennis season. If my brother, Teddy, wasn’t careful he’d really have some competition this year.

With a groan I turned my head to face Andrew. My blue eyes fluttered open and I hazily met his striking chocolate brown orbs. The only light in the room came from my open window. It took my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the glare that hovered over Andrew. He almost looked angelic. He was dressed in a tight white undershirt. I couldn’t see anything else because he’d climbed inside of the bed with me.

Ew.

His hair had grown out over the summer into long strands which curled on the end. He wore it pulled back into a loose ponytail which showed off his goatee and stubble. Obviously he’d decided not to shave either. Andrew was definitely no longer the gawky eighteen-year-old who’d left two months ago with a small trim body. Even though we were lying down I could see how broad his shoulders had become and the muscles he’d packed on.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, as my voice came out hoarse and dry.

“Morning to you too jelly belly.” He whispered. He brushed my loose blonde hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear. I almost wanted him to keep his hand cradled there. The warmth felt good against the cool Texas breeze that blew in from the window.

I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath. I smelled his cologne. Abercrombie and Fitch. His sister had bought him that for Christmas last year. He’d been addicted to it ever since.

“You know the only reason you’re not dead is because its way too early.” I tucked my hands underneath my head and sighed.

“Are you sure it isn’t because you missed me?” he smirked as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“Pretty positive.” I replied with a roll of my eyes. Ah yes, here was the Andrew I knew.

Almost.

“You sure jelly belly?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I thought you loved it.”

“You also thought I’d appreciate being woken up like this.”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Bored.”

“You’re bored?”

“Yes.”

“Idiot.”

“I also missed you.”

“Suck up.”

“Of course.” He chuckled as he leaned back on the pillow. He tucked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. I felt the urge to crawl into the crook of his arm and rest against his chest. I dismissed that thought and glanced at his face again. He stared back at me.

“How was your trip?” I asked out of politeness.

“Amazing.” He ran his hand through my hair and smiled.

What was going on?

I felt his leg brush against mine underneath the covers. Our ankles and calves entwined which brought us closer.

“Just amazing?” I asked and raised my eyebrows at him. I didn’t know he was able to sum up his entire summer in one word.

“Pretty much.”

“What was the best part?” I inched closer to him and my head soon rested on his chest, cradled by my hands. I was almost lying on top of him. Our legs were wrapped around each other. How had I gotten into this position again?

“This is.” He muttered. His hands roamed my thighs and stopped on my waist. I felt the hem of my tank top rise. His hands were cold against my bare skin. I shifted on top so I straddled him and smiled.

“Are you sure?” I whispered. I bent down and hovered above his face.

“Positive.” He replied. His hand shot out and grabbed the back of my neck. Before I knew what had happened we were devouring each other. I had missed him so much over the summer. My lust for him was apparent. He obviously felt the same way.

Andrews hand went up my shirt. He cupped my breast and squeezed. My lips moved from his mouth to his neck and I heard him moan. I knew what made him crazy. I licked my way to his ear and bit down on his lobe. He sighed and grabbed the back of my neck. We flipped over on the bed and now he was in charge. It felt dangerous to be doing this. He was my brothers’ best friend.

But damn I wanted him.

He sat up from where he straddled me and made a slow show of removing his shirt. His muscles were toned underneath his clothes. All of his muscles. I followed his lead and bent my back to squirm out of my tank top. He smiled and bent towards me. His mouth enclosed over my breast and I gasped.

We moved as one while the rest of our clothes came off. He gave me a soft kiss that lingered before he stopped and looked at me. I had my arms wrapped around his neck. I lifted my pelvis and pushed it against his. That was enough permission for him. He kissed me again with aggressive passion and plunged.

I woke up screaming.

“Jelly Belly!” Andrew screamed shaking me.

My eyes shot open and I stared into his face. It was dangerously close to mine. I screamed again and fell off of my bed. I jumped to my feet after my brutal landing and crossed the room in two steps. I landed on my sisters’ bed and dove underneath the covers. I stopped screaming at that point and sat there hyperventilating. My hands scrambled over my body. I was fully clothed. Oversized sweats, tank top, hair a mess. Good.

“Okay,” I heard him muttered “I’m just going to back out of the room slowly and pretend none of that happened. When you’re awake come downstairs, breakfast is ready. You’re mom made pancakes.”

The door shut behind him. I popped my head out from underneath the blanket and looked around the room. What the hell had just happened?

A dream.

It had all been a dream.

More like a fucking nightmare.

I began to laugh at my own stupidity and crawled off my sisters’ bed. The door opened again and my brother Matthew, or better known as Quinn, entered with a grin on his face.

“What the hell happened to you this morning? What’s with the screaming?” he asked.

“Andrew woke me up.” I replied with a glare.

“So you screamed in his face.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“The guy got off of his plane three hours ago and you scream in his face.” The guilt trip he tried to lay on me didn’t work.

“It’s Andrew.” I shrugged and rolled my eyes. “He’s the only person on the planet who would go to school after getting off a seventeen hour flight.”

“Maybe he has other reasons for coming.”

“Well maybe he should let a lying dog rest.” I exclaimed.

“Dude, it’s seven-thirty.” Quinn laughed “You should have been up an hour ago.”

“Whatever.” I waved my hand in his face and pushed him out of my room. He fell backwards into Andrew who came from the room Teddy and Nolen shared. Andrew smirked toward me and walked into my room shutting the door in Quinn’s face. Quinn laughed and hollered something about using protection during sex.

I shuddered. Andrew pulled me into a bear hug against my will and picked me up. I was tempted to scream again.

“I knew you missed me!” he exclaimed as he twirled me around the room. I wanted to hurl. My nightmare still flashed before my eyes.

“Who said that?” I replied as he set me down.

“Come on babe, you know you can’t resist me.”

“Please don’t make me sick.”

“I’ll be sure to hold your hair.” He smirked. Andrew never smiled, he smirked.

“Sure.” I hissed. I grabbed my school uniform, khaki skirt and pink oxford shirt, and walked past him into the bathroom. I forgot underwear. I opened the door and came face to face with Andrew. He held my favorite thong in his hand. It was lacey blue and had purple straps.

“This ones my favorite.” He smirked.

I grabbed it from his hand and glared. I slammed the door in his face with a huff. This was not going to be a good year.

I dressed quickly and ran down the stairs. I slipped and slid down about half of them. I heard laughter from the living room and saw Quinn. He sat in front of the television. Some punk group had their music video playing. Quinn was my favorite brother. I wasn’t as close to him as I was with Teddy, but we still knew each other like the back of our hands. Quinn was the rebel in our little clique. Well, I thought of him as the rebel. We’re identical sextuplets, so the four boys all look alike. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, drop dead gorgeous. Quinn, on the other hand, died his hair black and shaved it into a mohawk. I love his hair.

“You okay there buzz?” Quinn laughed.

“Peachy keen.” I replied. I stood and dusted my ass off as I made my way to the kitchen.

Teddy, Andrew and my two other brothers Christopher and Nolen, sat around the kitchen table eating my mothers’ famous pancakes. At least they were famous in our family. She wasn’t too gifted in the cooking department but the few things she could make were delicious.

“Morning Nolen!” I greeted him with a hug around his shoulders. I turned to Christopher and Teddy and mimicked the same move. As I approached Andrew he held out his hands for a hug and smirked. I narrowed my eyes and walked past him.

“Why are you in such a chipper mood?” Teddy asked as he took a bite of his pancakes.

“Because she missed me so much. She practically jumped my bones when she saw me this morning.” Andrew said with his mouth full of food. I hit him over the head as I walked past with my plate of food.

“Keep dreaming Andrew.” I shuddered with a small thought to my dream again.

“I do jelly belly.”

“I suppose the thought of ugly people would make someone chipper. Reminds me of how hot I really am.” I smiled and took a slow bite of my pancake with a bat of my eyelashes which had received a light coat of mascara. Andrew watched me and licked his lips.

“Aw, how cute.” Andrew tugged a piece of my hair. I swatted his hand away and glared “Think of the gorgeous babies we could make together.”

“I’d rather have an STD.” I forced a sarcastic smile.

“We’re going to be late!” Quinn yelled from the living room. He came into the kitchen in a huff followed by our father who had been attempting to loop his tie but screwed up terribly. I took pity on him and stood to help as the kitchen erupted in a whirlwind of activity.

“Thanks princess.” My dad said in between bites of the sausage and pancake he’d rolled together. He gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek, handed me money for lunch since I’d overslept, grabbed his suitcase and left.

I heard two car horns outside and grabbed my backpack. Our Expedition sat in the driveway with Quinn behind the wheel. Nolen and Christopher took up the passenger seats. Andrew was in his Ford F150 with Teddy in the passenger seat. They both honked their horns towards me and laughed. I glared and hopped into the Expedition with my brothers and buckled up for the short trip to school. What was suppose to be an hour drive, traffic in Houston and everything, ended up being about twenty minutes with the way Quinn and Andrew drove, raced really.

When we reached school the two drivers parked next to each other in the middle aisle. Their speakers blaring rap music to welcome the students to another year of hell. Quinn pumped his hand up and down to the beat and lip sang the lyrics. I could see both Andrew and Teddy doing the same in their car. They also screamed the lyrics. It was quite amusing to watch. It was, after all, the first day of school. They might as well have a little bit of fun.

Even though Quinn fits the profile of a punk delinquent he really does love rap. Nolen wasn’t too particular about anything and he soon left our little rave with his hands shoved into the pockets of his khakis. Christopher didn’t even pretend to like our music. He jumped out of the car the second we arrived. He was probably going to the music room to practice. I glanced at Andrew’s car and saw a sea of girls surround it like flies on candy. I had to roll my eyes. Pathetic. Every year there was a group of girls who follow Andrew and Teddy like puppies. Apparently they were going for sophomores this year. A little desperate if you ask me. Not that I care, or anything.

I do admit that I partake in the petty greeting ritual that most students study like a religion. It consists of numerous amounts of hugging, cheek kisses, and squealing that two or more females will submit on each other. A lot of excess energy is wasted. But nonetheless, I participated in my share of the yearly ritual when I saw my best friend Shannon. She waltzed across the school parking lot toward our cars. When I spotted her I waved and shouted. She did the same in reply and we scrambled the last few feet towards each other.

Her backpack swung against her leg and crashed into me as we collided in a hug. I admit it, I squealed. We began to talk with loud and hurried voices about the last part of our summer as if our lives depended on summing up three weeks into two minutes. She’d spent those three weeks in Europe with her aunt and uncle on a last minute trip. They had no children of their own and choose to spoil her and her sister.

Shannon McCoy was tall and thin. She’s been my best friend since second grade. I’d kicked Andrew in the shins after he’d made fun of her curly brown hair. That was the beginning of our wonderful friendship. And the beginning of my hatred for Andrew. Her hair had calmed down over the years and is now smooth curls that cascade down her back. I was extremely jealous. Today her contacts were green. They changed often.

To keep her body small and petite she ran track and was good too. This year she was going to be captain of the St Augustine Girls team. She also happened to be dating the captain of the St Augustine Boys track team, John Ramon. I speak with my own personal opinion on him when I say that he is an ass. But she is head-over-heels crazy about him. So I figured that letting her have her high school sweet heart is one thing I can live with. Temporarily of course.

“Geez I missed you so much!” she squealed as she hugged my neck. Good ole Shannon. I’ve never heard her swear or say anything bad about anyone, ever. She attends church weekly and loves doing community service. She’s a freaking mother Theresa compared to me. All I do is the gossip column in the school newspaper. And only because Kate begged me to. She just can’t say no to anyone. I felt sorry for her so I agreed. And now I’m the gossip columnist. I loathe gossip with a passion.

“I missed you too!” I said as I squeezed her in reply.

“ Shannon!”

Speak of the devil. John Ramon stalked toward us. He had his backpack thrown over his shoulder and a frown on his face. Behind him trailed his disgusting friend Peter. He stared me up and down. I shuddered. I detested Peter more than I detested Andrew. Which was a lot.

“Hey babe,” John said as he pulled Shannon into a lengthy make out session. I snarled at him as Peter continued to stare.

“Don’t be jealous, babe,” Peter opened his arms and motioned towards me. “We could join in with our own welcoming party.”

“I’d rather have natural childbirth if it’s all the same to you.” I blinked. He looked lost. I turned on my heel and headed towards the football field. Shannon was going to be a while. So much for seeing her before school and getting the low down on Europe. I’ll jut have to get the long version at lunch.