Bratz (BWWM)

white boys can jump!

Opening one of my eyes, I groan in pain. The sun was beaming directly onto my face. The killer headache I was having certainly wasn't of help either.

"Son of a bitch," I say to myself aloud, "I'm gonna kill Goldie for taking me to that stupid party."

Don't get me wrong, it was a...pleasant experience, but that whole ordeal with the couple and the window, along with Damien being a complete ass to me, and the loud overbearing music, I have come to the conclusion that the alternative scene isn't for me.

Ha, another pun.

At least Iris got to have some fun, poor baby doesn't have any other friends besides us, I choose to not have anymore friends, she tries but to no avail. Apparently her English is "too broken" for people to understand her. Which I feel is complete bull. Me and Golds understand her, Dean understood her, our professors manage to translate. People are just assholes. It was nice seeing her smile like that. I hope she got that boy's number, he was a cutie.

As I reflected on all the events that had occured last night, I heard my phone vibrate on my nightstand.

My eyebrows arched up in confusion, looking at the phone number. It was a Chicago area code, but something in the back off my head told me to answer it.

I reach over and press the green button, putting the volume on max.

"You're on speaker mode. This is Dahlia speaking."

"Hey Dal! Heard you guys left in a hurry! I hope we didn't make feel uncomfortable!"

I sit upright, recognizing the voice, "Oh! Hey Liz! Nah everything's fine. Goldie and I got into an incident with some couple and basically we left before Goldie could tear the place down."

"So I heard, that was Oliver and Monroe by the way. You'll being seeing them more often."

"I doubt it. I don't think I'll be going to any more parties."

"What!" I could hear Liz's voice steaming through my phone. "Why not? It wasn't that bad! Oliver is pretty chill now about the window thing."

I sigh, getting up out of the bed, I heard a clink against the floor. I had slept with my fucking heels on.

Jesus H Christ.

"It's not that Liz, I just don't really care for uh...the environment I guess. Maybe? I don't know."

The line goes silent for a while, I could tell Liz was trying to process my bullshit.

"It's Damien isn't it?"

My eyes bulge out of my head, son of a gun, I can't let her know that. My feet shuffle in fear.

"W-what? That dude? No way! I don't even remember what he looks like! I've past kidney stones that were cuter than him."

Liz chuckles, mocking my answer, she starts tapping her nails against something, "Ooohhh, I see. It's not like you were literally staring at him like a piece of meat while we were having our little private conversation. Noooo. That couldn't have been you. Trust me Dal, It's ok. I won't tell him if that's what you're worried about."

I sigh in defeat, I did find him very attractive.

"He is really cute, but I'm not his type. Plus...why is he so rude?!" My voice began to get higher, his attitude was just so cold for no reason.

Liz was quiet over the phone for a good minute, she sighs "I'm only telling you this because I'm rooting for you. But, his experience with girls isn't exactly...great."

I paused, gaining and translating all the information she had previously provided. I gasp in realization.

"He's gay!"