Story: Where, oh Where is Prince Charming?


I think introductions are necessary


Okay, I'm Melanie Jefferies, and let me say I've had a fair share of the world of men in my lifetime. Let me tell you about it.

Let's start with Matthew Freedman. Kindergarten. The first boy that pulled my hair, pushed me into the mud, then kissed me. After that he became my first "boyfriend." But of course that relationship lasted a mere three hours after Jessica Samuels gave him a bag of gummy worms. He then told me I was weird and ignored me. What a guy!

Then in second grade there was Larry "Flower boy" Hemp. He was known as "Flower boy" because everyday he gave our teacher Miss Viola a flower. Everyone made fun of him for liking the teacher but he always denied it. Then one day he stopped giving those flowers to Miss Viola and gave them to me. Being a sucker for sweet things like that, I kissed him. Well let's just say after that kiss he became disgusted saying I had "cooties."

In sixth grade, I had my first real crush. Justin Pendy. He was so adorable, he had the cutest little smile and I fell for him instantly. Sadly, he only wanted me to get to my friend. He was the first boy who ever made me cry. But the list of guys in my life didn't stop because of a stupid childhood crush.

Seventh grade brought me Karl Saviors. Insert sigh here. He was the sweetest, cutest, and smartest boy I had ever dated. We had great times. He walked me to each of my classes, he helped me with my homework, he even bought me a gift for each month we were together. Sadly, he moved across the country leaving me with great memories.

Eight grade I had two. The first one was Jimmy Lee. He was okay. There's not much to say about him, except he dumped me because he said I was "too flirty and didn't pay any attention to him whatsoever." Let me tell you that was a load of bull. I supported him and went to every one of his chess match thing-ies. Then there was Rick Ferguson. He was the school's bad boy. He got suspended a couple of times for making bomb threats and eventually got sent to juvey. The juvey thing was what made us break up. He really wasn't a good boyfriend, but I loved the thrill of dating a badass.

Now to high school. Freshman year, I dated this senior named Craig Lewis. He was the hottest thing around. When I was with him, I experienced a lot of firsts actually. First time going to a crazy high school party, first time I ever got drunk, first time I ever got laid. Yeah I know, losing your virginity at fourteen to someone you didn't have any real feelings for was weird, but I dealt. But of course after the sex, he decided he was done with me and moved on to his next conquest. But did that experience with Craig scar me for life? No not really. So of course just like I did with the previous boyfriends, I moved on.

Tenth grade rolls around and I decide to just date, not have anything serious with anyone. That of course led me to have sex with my brother's best friend Jake Miller. Of course the sex wasn't a one time thing so we had that friends with benefits relationship without anyone knowing. But that lasted only a few months because he wanted to have an actual relationship with someone. So I again, dated around.

Now I'm a junior. As I look back and reminisce about my past failed relationships, I think it's about time I look for a real relationship. As in no more screwing random boys, dating around, having friends with benefits, that kind of thing. I was an actual relationship with someone. I want the whole romantic walks on the beach underneath the stars, meaningful gifts, whisperings of sweet nothings in the ear, and of course lots and lots of sex. But life isn't perfect so I guess I'm just gonna keep searching until I find that guy.


BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I lift my arm up and my hand searches for the snooze button. After a couple failed attempts and a few items dropping on the floor, I manage to press the snooze button. After a few seconds, I'm faced down on my pillow dreaming about how Brad left Angelina for me and now we're going to move into his humongous mansion along the beach. Then he looks into my eyes and says "Melanie, I—"

"Wake up you sleepy ass! We're gonna be late!"

Huh?

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

"I said get up! Mom's getting pissed and wants you down in like—actually right now! So get up!" stupid big brother Eric yelled while banging on the door.

Urgh! I walk over to the door grabbing a pillow. I open the door and hit him numerous times on the head.

"Stupid Melanie! What the hell is your problem? Sheesh! Stop it! Bitch!" he yells and runs downstairs. Ha! Stupid Eric. I walk back into my room and close the door.

Hmm. What to wear to school today. I take a look at my closet seeing what would be good for today. I glance outside. The weather's fairly nice. Sun's out, no clouds in the sky. I turn back to my closet and pick out my blue Abercrombie T-shirt, denim mini-skirt and a sweater just in case it chills later on. I go to the bathroom, shower, do my hair, make up, you know the works and head downstairs.

"Good morning Mel, glad to see you're up and ready to go. Here eat." Mom said handing me a plate while I sat across the table from Eric who was attacking his plate.

I just stare at him amused for a while when he looks up and asks, "What?"

I just shake my head and start eating at my food. Just then the door opens and we're all greeted by a "Hello Jefferies!"

Eric stops attacking his plate for a few moments and gives Jake their "man" handshake. Mom says hello and gives him a plate of food. What do I do? Absolutely nothing. Ever since we had that whole "friends with benefits" thing last year, things between us became weird. Not awkward weird, and not hating each other weird, but just weird. It was like whenever we were in a room together, we didn't even acknowledge each other's presence, unless it was absolutely necessary. Nobody knew what happened with us last year so we had to make sure it stayed that way.

I continue picking at my food while both Eric and Jake are attacking theirs. All I gotta says is boys are pigs in more ways than one.

After a while I get up, and start walking upstairs to my room to fix my hair up some more when Eric says, "Isn't that skirt a little too short?"

I glance down. Yeah, it kind of was. But I didn't buy this skirt for nothing. "So? What's it to you? It's just a skirt." I says calmly.

He continues glaring at me as if challenging me to change. I get the hint and I say, "I'm not changing. I bought this skirt, mom saw me wear this skirt earlier, and apparently she approves so why should I care what you think?"

"Because I know guys. And when they see you wear something that short they're gonna—"

"Get boners?" I say cutting him off. Right after I say that Jake starts choking,

"You know what? Fine! Wear it! Be a slut!" he yells as I walk upstairs.

"Too bad brother! Didn't you hear? Apparently, I already am!" I yell and run to the bathroom before he says anything else.

I look into the mirror examining myself. The skirt really isn't that short. I mean it's only borderline whore. I was one of those girls who didn't need that fake tanning stuff or who had to spend hours in the sun to get "the perfect tan". I already had the perfect tan. It's the natural thing. Eric and I had that natural tan thing. Eric and I pretty much looked the same. Everyone thought we were twins, we had the same brown hair, except his were short and spiked while mine was long and shiny, our eyes were both chocolate brown. It was really weird when people said we were twins considering he was a year older than me.

I fixed my hair up into a messy bun, grabbed my stuff and went downstairs. I found Eric and Jake just sitting around talking. When they heard me come they both looked up and Eric said, "I see you didn't change."

"I thought I told you I didn't care."

"Fine then! You're not getting a ride to school because I'm not letting a slut in my car!"

You would think these things affected me, but they didn't. I came to the conclusion a long time ago that Eric was an overprotective asshole.

"Please!" I said, "If I remember correctly you had one last night. Oh and a different one, last week, so don't get me started, Eric!"

He was glaring at me and was about to say something but Jake said, "Fine! I'll take her to school. Just calm down! Let's go or we're gonna be late!"

Eric mutters something under his breath, gets up, opens and slams the door shut. "What's his problem?" I say nonchalantly and walks towards the door.

"You really aren't gonna change?" Jake says eyeing me up and down. I swear for a guy trying to tell me I don't look good, he does a hell of a job by checking my out.

"What? Now you're gonna attack me too? I have one asshole brother I don't need another one!"

"Whatever! Let's just go!" he says and we walk to his car.


School was about fifteen minutes away. I haven't been alone anywhere with Jake for a long time so right now the ride there was pretty quiet. It was like there was something in the air, and it was not a good something.

Getting bored of staring out the window I try to start conversation, "So…"

He doesn't say anything but continues looking ahead and driving.

"It's nice outside." I say trying to sound cheerful.

Again, he didn't say anything. Things were just too awkward.

"So how's—" I start but I'm cut off by Jake saying, "You really should listen to your brother." What?

"Oh my God! I can't believe we're still on that!"

"Well, you didn't listen so yes! We're still on that!"

I was seriously getting annoyed, "Why do you guys care so much what I wear anyway?"

"Because guys have one thing on their mind. And that is sex. Okay? It's all guys think about! When they see girls like you wearing short things like that," he says pointing at my skirt, "they think 'oh! That girl's easy!'"

I roll my eyes at that. "Oh please! You and I both know that I'm not a virgin so stop acting like I am!"

He looks at me like he's about to say something but nothing comes out. Feeling pissed off and angry I say, "It's not like you don't think about sex every five seconds! I mean if I went to your bedroom right now, your bedpost is probably filled with notches that you're now using the wall!"

"At least I'm not working my way through the soccer team." He says angrily and I see he has the steering wheel in a death grip.

"Really? Because I heard that you made your way through the cheer squad and dance team and if I do the math they equal in size to the soccer team so I think we're about even."

It's no secret that Jake was a player. Hell, he was even worse than Eric. It really only got bad this year. I guess maybe it was the whole thing about being a senior that got to him. Last year, after we had our friends with benefits thing, he had one girlfriend. Of course he didn't find that long lasting relationship he had hoped for since it only lasted a couple weeks. Right after that, he started dating around like crazy. My brother used to have a higher count than him, but now, he has surpassed my brother. People used to think they had some sort of bet to see who could bed the most girls before graduation, but it wasn't true. Because if it was, I for sure would've known about it.

He doesn't say anything after that. He just continues driving and swears every chance he gets. We get close to the school and he stops.

"Get out of my car."

"What? You can drop me off at the front, it's only like two minutes." I say.

"Yeah? Just get out."

What an ass! "Fine!" I say and just sit there for a few minutes.

"Well? Aren't you getting out?" he says rubbing his face.

I take a moment to look at him. No wonder girls were always all over him! No wonder I was all over him! Keyword: was. There was no doubt that he was an extremely attractive guy. He had dark brown hair that went just below his eyes so he constantly pushed it to the side by a movement of his head which supposedly made the girls swoon. People say that him and Eric look the same because of the dark hair, but that was the only real thing similar about the two of them, also the fact that they used girls like the shirts they wear. A different one for a different time. Anyway, back to Jake, his skin wasn't as tan as me or Eric's but he wasn't pale as a ghost. But the thing that made him really sexy, were his eyes. They were like deep pools of blue. Seriously anyone could get lost just staring into his eyes. They were beautiful. But of course his attitude totally ruins everything.

"Why Jake, aren't you going to be a gentleman and open the door for me?" I ask sweetly knowing it'll piss him off.

He just looks at me with a blank expression on his face and says, "Just get out. I don't want to deal with you right now."

I give him a face, grab my stuff and open the door. I give him the finger before slamming the door. After a few seconds he's gone. Please God, make this day better!


"Cute skirt! Where'd you get it?" asked Bethany, one of my best friends. We were totally different in looks but not so much in personality. She had the whole blonde hair, blue eyes thing going for her. Plus, unlike me, she actually had a loving, caring boyfriend whereas I had hot, lustful, boy toys.

"I forgot. That new store at the mall I think? You don't think it's too short do you? Eric and Jake were giving me a bunch of shit for it!" I said glancing down and pulling it down a little.

She shakes her head. "No! It's totally cute! Your brother and Jake are just being stupid like always. Anyway, I heard that Mr. Bordello's class was gonna be a bitch today! He's gonna give us a shit load of homework!"

"How do you know? It's only second period. I thought he didn't teach first!"

"Well, Ritchie Stevens is the TA and he told me earlier!" she said as she put some books back in her locker.

"Since when have you and Ritchie Stevens talked?"

"Since earlier when he told me he thought you were hot and asked me to talk to you." She said closing her locker and then looking at me as if waiting for a reply.

"So what?" I ask glancing at myself in the mirror in my locker.

"So, are you going to talk to him or no? You could at least screw him or something. He's free third period so since you hate Winchester's class, you might as well skip and have fun!" she suggested. True. I did hate AP History with Winchester. And Ritchie Stevens was pretty cute.

"So you're considering it?" she asked breaking my train of thought.

"Bethany, what kind of friend are you? You're supposed to be telling me not to skip class and screw around with random boys!" I said teasingly.

"Yeah, but I'm you best friend. Plus Gary gives you crap for skipping, but that's cause he's jealous that you get the cute straight guys. Besides, I know your sexually frustrated." She said.

"What? Me? Sexually frustrated? Please! Anyway, where the hell is our beloved Gary?" I ask looking around the hall.

"I haven't seen him at all today. Maybe he actually found someone and they are off screwing in the bathroom somewhere." She said laughing. I laughed along with her as I closed my locker. We then started walking towards Bordello's class when I felt I tap on my shoulder. I turned around it was none other than that idiot, womanizing, best friend of my brother.

"What?" I snapped.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

I looked at Bethany but she nodded her head towards the direction of the classroom and then walked there. So it was only me and Jake.

"I don't wanna be late for class. I heard Bordello's being a pain in the ass today and I don't want to get on his bad side. So maybe later." I said turning around and starting to walk away. Just then he grabbed by wrist causing me to turn around and look at him.

"What?" I ask.

"Just listen to me please? It'll only be a few seconds." He says having a sad look in his eyes. I wondered what caused him to be so sad.

"Fine. You have a minute. And don't think I'm not counting."

"Okay. For earlier, I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of the things I said and I was just being a real jerk. So there, I'm sorry."

I just stare at him for a while. God he had the most blue, beautiful eyes ever. I realize I've been staring at him for a while so I just say, "Okay. If that's all, I'm going to class."

I turn around again only to be yanked back towards him. "What?!" I ask getting pissed off that he won't let me go.

"Aren't you going to say something to me?"

I knew what he wanted. Should I say it? Should I say those two little words to brighten his day? I should. But hell no!

"Uhm… no?" I say innocently.

"What?" he says looking a bit shocked. "You're not gonna say anything? Maybe along the lines of 'I'm sorry'?"

I smile and say, "Nope. Cause when I say things, I like to mean it. I don't like saying things just to say it. So if I told you I'm sorry, I really would be sorry, so it really wouldn't do any good would it?"

He doesn't say anything but he had this look on his face which I couldn't read. "Okay, so if we're done here, I'll see you later. Bye!" I say turning around and walking towards class not even taking a glance back.

A/N: Hey! Review! I know it's a typical high school cliché story but I love high school cliché stories! So review and tell me what you think!