"Get him away! Meschell! Make him go home!" I looked at her with large innocent eyes, batting my eyelashes. "Please! I don't like him. I don't like school. Make him leave!"
"I tried. Now come on, I have my own stuff to work on." She grabbed my arm and starting dragging me downstairs.
"Meschell!" I cried.
"Alex!" She mocked my horror and I mustered up my best glare and fixated it on her.
"I hate you." I mumbled as she drug me down the steps. I grabbed onto the closest railing and held on for my life. Hell, hanging out with that guy, I could lose my life. STDs, remember? Or my virginity. Insert wide eyes. Yes, I'm still a virgin, do you got a problem with that? Then that's your problem. In my thoughts, sex requires physical activity. Who's not a big fan of that? This girl, yeah, all me.
Meschell grabbed onto my leg, trying to yank me off of the railing. I flailed my legs around, trying to shake her off. "Come on, stop being so stubborn. I'll buy you some more Tootsie Pops if you let go." I stopped kicking, and sat there for a second, pondering the deal.
My eyes, I made them look as wide and innocent as possible. "And a couple cases of Amp?" She looked at me, knowing I don't need Amp and the fact that I go crazy after I've had it, and sighed before giving in.
"Fine. Now get your lazy bum moving. Chop! Chop!" She slapped my ass, completely messing around and laughed loudly. I stood up and brushed myself off, running
my fingers through my hair, making it at least look like I hadn't been dragged down the stairs by a mad woman. Though, I was dragged down the stairs by a mad woman. Does that make me a liar? I'm not a liar, how dare you think I'm one!
"Alright! But Tootsie Pops and Amp isn't gonna work forever so you better come up with some other ideas." She sighed and rubbed her forehead, mumbling something along the lines of "what am I going to do with you".
I skipped down the stairs, happy, because I get Tootsie Pops and Amp. Yum! I hummed happily too myself, before skidding to a stop, realizing where I was headed, and who was at my front door. How did he know where I live? That's a little creepy. Stalker, no, maybe he's a pedophile. Or a rapist. Or...a killer! I knew it, that little freak. He was gonna rape me earlier, wasn't he? How did I not see that coming? Good thing I got out of there, I- I could have died! What would I say to the principal? He'd surely miss me and my pranks. Phew!
I can't go out there! He's gonna take me to his house, in his room, and rape me! I should probably stop him before he rapes anyone else. I stomped to the door in anger, that little jerk! Poor girls, well, I do know some of them asked for it. Whores. I opened the door quickly, scowling at the figure in front of me. "You...bitch! How could you do that to those poor girls? Explain this to me!" I slapped him in the chest.
"What are you talking about?" He looked at me like I was crazy, though I usually am. Fuck, the cookies and Coke got to me. "Are you... high?"
"Off Coke," I mumbled, "...and cookies."
"What?" He shook his head. "You ready?"
"No." I scowled, my attention focused on the ground. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, pulling me, and I shivered, most likely from the pedophile touching my arm. I yanked it out of his grip and crossed my arms at my chest, following him to his car. "How did you know where I lived?"
"Meschell." He stated, simply. That little ass of a best friend, I'll have to get her back for that later. Hmm, maybe I could...lock her in a room with Sean. Yeah, she'd be pissed off at me for that, but of course, I'd do something nice, and she'd forgive me. We reached his car, and I wasn't shocked to see a black Range Rover parked in my driveway. Yeah, just like my family, he was filthy rich. Unlike my family, he was a snob about it, and liked to flaunt it to every single person he met. Personally, I didn't care if I was rich, or lived in a box on the street with a rat as a best friend. I opened the door and hopped in, as he got in on the other side.
The ride to his house mostly consisted of me staring out the window, sadly, and him humming to whatever song was on the radio. Gah! Can he get any more annoying? Yeah, probably, the voice in the back of my head said. I glared at the window and banged my head on it in frustration. "Fuck!"
I heard a deep, soft chuckle next to me and I flipped him off, a force of habit. I thought I heard him say, "Feisty," but I just settled on it being my imagination. Gah! This car ride is taking forever. Where does he live? Neverland? Because I am not sitting in the car with him on a long road trip to Neverland. Maybe, just maybe, he lives in Wonderland. Oh my Gosh, we get to fall down a hole? I get to cross that off my bucket list! Yes!
Finally, we pulled into a driveway, with a brass gate in front. Evan stopped by the speaker and spoke. "Hey, Charles. It's Evan, me and my lady."
"I. Am not. Your lady." I hissed through clenched teeth, and he smirked at me, chuckling.
Charles replied with a 'beep' indicating he pressed the magical button that opens the gates to his home. It was pretty majestic and I got hypnotized by them, opening slowly, as if a movie scene.
When we walked in the kitchen, I immediately asked for food. He laughed at me and complied, heading towards the fridge. "What do you want?"
I thought about it for a few seconds before deciding on nachos. What girl doesn't love nachos? Only loser girls. (No offense to anyone who doesn't love nachos.) And I'm no loser. He reached for the chips, on top of the fridge, causing his shirt to ride up slightly. My eyes took in his perfectly chiseled stomach, or at least what I could see of it, and I gulped. Damn, boy, where do you work out?
"The gym." He stated, pushing the nachos in my hand, amused. I said that out loud? "Yeah." Shit, I really gotta stop doing that. "Yes, yes you do." He chuckled, and I glared at him. He just rolled his eyes, a smirk planted on his face. His fingers curled around my wrist again and he pulled me up a couple flights of stairs, until finally he reached the floor where I'm guessing his bedroom was. He turned right, down a hallway, and right again, up another small staircase. I liked how the stairs were hidden, it was kind of like a secret area only he knew about. But I'm sure if it was his bedroom, then he wouldn't be the only one that knew about it. Duh, Alex! I mentally slapped myself in the head. After another right, we finally reached his bedroom.
The room was huge, but practically like any other teen boy's bedroom but with a little neatness. Clothes were scattered on the floor in the corner, a stereo was placed on a stand by his bed, and a couple random posters were placed on the wall. His walls were a rich blue, almost royal, and his floor was a dark gray color. His bed its what excited me the most. Shit, I didn't mean that like that! You fucking pervert! Just kidding, I'm sorry. I love you. Not really, we're getting a divorce, you two-timing bitch! But his bed was covered with black blankets and white pillows.
I sat down on his very comfortable bed and screamed. "Ahhh! Why the fuck does this thing move?" I jumped up, staring at the bed in shock.
He chuckled, and grabbed a chip out of the bowl still in my hand. "It's a water bed."
"I'm not gonna drown, am I?" I said, skeptically.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He looked at me, laughing.
"I'm sure you have a lot of 'fun' with girls in this bed."
He paused, grabbing, most likely, his school stuff and looked at me, a thoughtful expression plastered on his face. "I've never slept with a girl in this bed."
"Where do you...? Never mind, don't answer that! I don't want to know about your sex life!" I cover my ears, staring at him.
He pulled my hands off of me ears and handed me papers. "These are yours. You got up and out of there so fast, you forgot them."
I looked up at him in awe. You think he'd leave them there to be an ass. "Thanks."
He sat on the floor, cross-legged, looking up at me. "Okay, let's get started."
"Look, I'm sure you know a lot more about this then I do so how about you tell me what to write and I write it."
He looked at me, studying me for a few seconds before nodding.
"Want to watch a movie?" He looked at me for a moment, and I nodded. I could really use a break. Sex is so fucking dumb.
"Sure, what do you got?" I asked, putting all the papers back in a stack.
"Come on, I'll show you." He grabbed my hand this time, and I froze, before he yanked on it, sending me falling, before strong arms wrapped around my waist. I blushed and pulled away, brushing myself off. What the hell Alex? You NEVER blush. He chuckled and grabbed my hand again, pulling me with him to wherever we were going. The trip to this place was shorter than the one up to his room. We enter a room, no it wasn't even a room. It was a theater. A full out movie theater. Big screen TV, soft cushioned chairs, popcorn machines were placed against the wall. He still had hold of my hand, dragging me behind a curtain.
There were probably 15 rows of movies with about 50 movies in each row placed on a rack. "Holy shit." I scanned through the alphabetically ordered movies, before coming across a comedy I love so much, Dude, Where's My Car?, I pulled that out and kept looking before coming across, War Of The Worlds. "Can we watch both? Please! Please! Please!" He agreed and placed the comedy in first, making me smile. I skipped over to the concession stand type place grabbing two bags of popcorn, a Coke for me, and some cookies. I grabbed a seat in the back (no, not to make out), because the back is the best.
"We don't have to sit in the back to make-out. No one's here." He winked at me, and I glared. "Plus, we can do more than make-out." He wiggled his eyebrows and I threw a cookie at him, with my fast ball pitch (baseball, not softball). He threw his hands up in surrender. "I'm joking, jeez! Who knew cookies hurt?"
He sat down beside me and grabbed a bag of popcorn from me, smirking. We watched the movie, bursting out in random fits of laughter at everything. Hey! I may hate the guy but who doesn't laugh at funny movies. When it was finally over, he got up and put War of the Worlds in. And I couldn't help but stare at his fine ass as he walked down the isle. I slapped myself, literally, and shook my head. He came back with a drink placed in one hand, and a whole bunch of candy bars in the other. I screamed and grabbed a whole bunch from him, laughing. He chuckled at me as I chewed gleefully on a Kit Kat.
(Half Way Through The Movie)
And this is why I shouldn't eat sugar. "No! No! You dumb ass, the axe isn't gonna kill the robot! Don't do it! Don't fucking doing!" I screamed the screen as the man placed the axe over his head, and slammed it down on the robot's neck. "See! What did I fucking tell you?"
(The End Of The Movie)
I carried her up the stairs, bridal style, smirking down at her.
Yeah, Livayy juss' went there. Did Alex really give in? And I'm sorrry, I've just been dealing with friends who don't even remember me, even though before school was out we were tighter than ever, they just like to forget about me. Texting this new guy *wink wink*. He's the sweetest thing ever. And everything. I'm sorry. BUT! I have already FULLY planned this story out, it's all on track(: So
All that stuff.
Be my best friend!
Get me a freakin' cookie