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So let’s get a couple things straight. Trevor has always been in love with me. I hate Trevor. For some reason ever sense the 4th grade he has been in love with me. Sigh, he just can’t get over my beauty! (Sarcasm. Well . . . maybe)
The rest of the day flew by until lunch. I sat by Sun and a couple other friends like Jason, Mandy, and Kirk. Jason and Mandy were so cute. They were like the cute couples that wouldn’t want to be separated if their lives depended on it. Kirk was in love with Sun but Sun didn’t ever notice even though she was in love with him. I always want to yell at Kirk because he hasn’t asked her out yet. Sadly, Sun made me promise that I wouldn’t medal with their relationship. Then you have me. I have a boyfriend who doesn’t even think about sitting by me. Wait, we aren’t actually dating. Why am I freaking out by this?
“Hey Babe,” I heard someone whisper behind me. I felt breath on my neck. I looked up to see the god like Derek smiling at me. I smiled back. We had to put on a good show. “Can I sit with you guys?” He whispered.
“Of course. Is that alright guys?” I stared each one of them down and they didn’t seem to have a problem with it.
He sat down right next to me. And we started eating and talking about the most random things ever. Many people were staring. And what surprised me even more was that I even saw jealousy in some guys. Most girls were disgusted and jealous! I LOVE BEING ME!
“Hey, I’m having a party Friday night! You all are invited,” Derek stated. A party! That is just what I needed
“Sounds like fun! What time and place?” Kirk asked.
“My house at eight,” He said. Then he looked at me, “You’ll be there right?” He asked.
I nodded, “I’ll be there!”
Then the bell rang and we all went our separate ways. Today was just a typical Thursday afternoon. I went to my classes, was stared at the whole time, and got hit by dodge balls. What a great day.
I woke up and got dressed for school. I out on a long enough shirt to sort of cover my butt, leggings, and boots. Good enough I thought to myself. Today was the day of Derek’s party so I couldn’t wait until school was over. I walked downstairs to see my mom and Derek talking. Okay . . . this is strange. “Hey guys. What’s going on?” I asked.
“I was just waiting for you so I can drive you to school,” Derek answered.
His words stunned me. He was probably the best fake boyfriend in the world! “Okay thanks! Bye Mom,” I muttered to her. I got in Derek's fancy Mustang and he sped down the road. “So, how have you been?” I asked him. I am pathetic at small talk.
“Good. You haven’t told a soul about . . . you know . . . have you?” He asked.
You know meaning that he is gay? “No. What are we going to do about the party? People will expect us to be totally drunk and making out,” I muttered. It was true though.
He sighed, “I hadn’t really thought about it. You don’t want to make out with me?” He asked.
I laughed, “But you’re gay! I-I don’t want to kiss someone who wants me to be a guy!” I choked up with laughter.
He laughed, “What if I was just playing and saying that I wasn’t gay?” He asked.
“Then I would slap you!”
“Is it really that bad dating me?” He joked.
“No, you’re saving my ass! Trevor has been mind raping me ever sense 4th grade!” I yelled. We burst out in laughter. The thought of Trevor desperate was fun to think about.
We got to school and again everyone was staring. I wasn’t that surprised. The day passed by quickly. Derek drove me home and made me promise that I would be at his party. If it wasn’t for that promise then I probably wouldn’t go. Later, Sun came to my house to help me get ready for the party.
She gave me a staples short blue dress. (Dress at the side.) It was beautiful. There was a strap across the chest. It was breath taking. Sun put on a baby blue flowing dress. We did each other’s hair. I put Sun’s hair in small curls and she put mine in a large messy bun. After doing our makeup we looked truly beautiful.
We carpooled to Derek’s house. Before we walked in we got hit by the smell of smoke and beer. We could hear the banging music all over the yard. Wow, Derek sure knows how to throw a party. We walked up to the house and walked straight in. The smell worsened by tenfold.
“Hey, I’m going to go find Kirk. You go find Derek!” She yelled because the music was so loud. We walked our ways to find the ones we (well at least she thought) loved. I didn’t love Derek. At least not yet.
I made my way through the crowd. It was pretty hard because half the people were wasted already so they didn’t want to move. Finally, I found Derek. He was with a bunch of his friends drinking beer. Before I could go away because Trevor was in that group, Derek grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his hands around my waist. He bent his head down to my ear and whispered, “Play along,” Once he said that I knew exactly what to do. I looked up at his face and he pressed his forehead to mine. Then our lips met. I didn’t want to push away. I was really making out with Derek Yers! His tongue slipped into my mouth. Sparks flew. I wanted to scream with happiness.
We broke apart and then Derek grabbed my hand and led me through the house. Am I really going to do this? He led me up some stairs. Everyone was staring at us as we walked. Then he opened the door to his room, I am guessing, and led me inside. I heard everyone running up the stairs hoping to spy. Derek locked the door.
“Are you drunk?!” I whispered.
“Nope. Come on! Take of your shoes,” He whispered as he took off his. (A.N: If you have ever watched Easy A this is KINDA what they are doing…..KINDA) Then he got up on the bed and motioned me to do the same. “You’re going to have to moan when I tell you,” He whispered. Then he started jumping on the bed. I did the same. Then he mouthed to me to moan. I did. It was sort of weird to moan for no reason but okay. Then he moaned. It went on for about two more minutes until he actually did kiss me. He wasn’t trying to show off this time. But he’s GAY!
Then he whispered in my ear, “Give me your bra,” He whispered.
“Why the hell would I do that?” I whispered back.
“To prove that we did. Hurry,” He stated. Oh, that makes sense.
He is gay I think anyway, so I pulled my dress down enough to reveal my bra. I unhooked it and tossed it to him. He stepped out of the room and I heard cheers. I laid down a second on the ground to catch my breath. Is he just playing me? Is he actually gay? Do I love him? Oh my god I’m having a melt down!
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