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Soo Like I promised, its sunday so Part 11 of Bye, Bye Virginity! Yay.
This Chapter is more about Stasee and Trent, I've noticed I hadn't really put trent in the book very much so thats what this chapter is about, and because there isn't really any romance in this chapter.. and Well I LOVEE Romance I also decided I'm going to put up Part 12 of BBV a little earlier this week. Hehe This tuesday Part 11 well be up, just because I feel like giving you guys a bonus chapter this week. Hehe.
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Chapter 11
We need to talk? I asked myself as I stared down at my older brother sitting on our front door steps. What in the world would Trent need to talk to me about? And why did he look so disappointed? The look that masked Trent's face was the spitting image of my father's facial expression whenever I did something bad or wrong.
"Okkkayyy?" I said in a questioning tone as I sat down on the step beside my brother. "What's this all about?"
He answered me with only one word, "Damen."
I had to mentally kick myself as I stared down at the sidewalk in shock. How did I not see this coming - Trent was my brother, Damen was one of his best friends, I should have known he would eventually find out. In a way I did although I never expected him to find out so soon. Even so I attempted to pretend I didn't know what he was talking about.
"What about Damen?" I questioned, even though I regretted asking it the second it left my lips due to the anger that appeared on my brother's face.
"Don't play stupid with me Stasee Anne Rainie!" Trent spoke low with anger in a HEROIC effort to declare the seriousness of the situation.
"Okay Trent, just let me explain-" I decided to tell my brother the truth, there was no point in hiding it any longer.
"Let you explain? What is there to explain, I think I've got a pretty good idea already." He barked back.
"Yah, but I really do like Damen and it's not his fault-"
"Oh. I know it's not his fault Stasee," He cut me off. His voice as sharp as ever, "Look, I know he's probably a good looking guy to you and sure he's popular."
This time it was my turn to cut him off. "It's not just that. He's also nice," I confessed before adding, "sometimes."
"Nice?" He demanded, "Damen Hurtz!?" A loud, sarcastic chuckle vibrated through his throat. "Even if Damen was nice, which for one I've never seen him be nice to anyone, how would you know?"
"Because, I've seen him be nice to me!"
How would I know? Wasn't this what Trent wanted to talk to me about? Me and Damen hanging out, becoming sexually involved. Yet, he's standing there questioning me on how I would know whether or not Damen is nice. I stared at my brother as confusion passed through me.
I know because I've hung out with him at least three times now! I wanted to yell, but didn't.
"He's been nice to you?" My brother questioned me, staring at me like I was crazy. "Stasee, you need to stop these delusions! I don't know what has gotten into you these past couple days but honestly it has got to stop." Trent spoke sternly while getting up off the stairs and staring down at me. "Damen is not a nice guy, he is not your boyfriend, he will never be your boyfriend, and mostly You-Have-Got-To-Stop-Stalking-him!" He yelled the last part out one word at a time so loudly I'm sure all our surrounding neighbours heard him.
"What!?" I literally screamed this as loud as my lungs would allow. "Me...st-st-stalking him!?"
Was Trent serious? I thought angrily. Did he honestly just accuse me of stalking Damen?
My own brother, my own flesh-n-blood actually believes all the rumours that are being circulated throughout the school about me. The worst part of it all was that I wasn't stalking Damen, if anything it's the other way around!
Who came to MY bedroom, and waited on MY bed for me that Friday night? My mind continued to yell.
Who pulled ME into the janitors closet?
Who came to MY house and threw rocks at MY bedroom window?
Who took ME from MY house in the middle of the night?
Who brought ME to their "Special" place?!
When I ran away from the school to get away, WHO ended up showing UP?!
The answer to all these questions is: DAMEN, DAMEN, DAMEN, DAMEN!!
And yet, apparently it is too impossible to imagine Damen being the one who's going after me, so instead people are coming up with this ridiculous story about me stalking Damen?! It was completely and utterly outrageous because not only does pretty much all of Kershaw High think I'm stalking Damen but now so does my older brother.
Things couldn't get any worse!
"Don't sound so surprised Stasee." Trent's voice lowered to a more nonchalant tone. "And don't try denying it either, I've added up all the clues which lead to the same conclusion...You having an unhealthy crush on Damen."
"Clues?!" I jumped to my feet as anger began boiling up inside me. I've never wanted to punch my brother in the face as much as I wanted to at that exact moment. "What clues?!"
"Stasee, Calm down. I'll tell you..." Trent spoke carelessly which only added to my anger. I stood there glaring at my brother, I could feel my cheeks burning red and my face scrunched up wildly. He continued to speak, "It first started Friday night, I kept catching you staring at Damen, which I guess is normal but still. Then, Saturday morning you asked me where Damen went and after that you continued to bug me all weekend with questions about Damen. Monday morning when we picked up Kevin you never spoke one word to him, like always, but that was until he mentioned Damen's name. For the first time ever you actually said something to Kevin, you asked him if Damen slept with Tiffany and Jessica." Trent paused to look over at me and a look of triumph covered his face.
The anger that once roared through my body had now vanished and was replaced by shock and a dawning realization. Even though I knew I wasn't stalking Damen I was beginning to see why my brother would think I was.
Trent continued, "Then people at school kept catching you trying to talk to him, like that time at his locker during lunch break. Then at lunch break again outside by the tree. Now, you're hanging out with his little brother? Stasee, I love you and all but this stuff is not looking good. All your life you've never really talked to anyone but me, mom, dad and other adults. Then suddenly all this crap happens with Damen and now you're out god knows where with Brandon Hurtz and Karis Kindle?"
"Okay, I know this all sounds bad Trent." I said finally agreed with my brother. He was right all these clues did make me seem like Damen's little stalker, if only people knew what actually happened behind the scenes. "But I'm not stalking Damen...I swear."
"You do like him right?" His question sounded more like an accusation.
"Yes, but he likes me too!" Okay, that was a lie. I didn't know for sure whether or not Damen liked me. His bipolar attitude was completely contradictory causing me to believe something one minute and then the complete opposite the next.
"Stop being delusional. Damen does not like you, Stasee!"
"Why!?" I screamed back, "Why is it so hard to believe? Why is it Damen can't like someone like me?!"
"Because he's mine-" The second the words left Trent's lips he shut his mouth and stared down at me, completely shocked by his own words.
I too just stood there staring up at my older brother who towered over me. His last three words continued to echo through my ears as I only managed to spit out one word, "What...?"
"Nothing!" Trent said quickly as his cheeks flushed completely red and I swear I could almost see sweat begin to form on his forehead.
"Trent...are you Ga..." I cleared my throat, "Trent...Do you like Bo..." I cleared my throat again, no matter which way I attempted to ask the question I still couldn't finish asking it. I looked up at my older brother, knowing he understood what I was trying to ask.
I watched him as he inhaled deeply before exhaling out and then nodding his head once - up and then down. I felt my heart began to race fast, not because I really cared that my brother was gay it was more because of how shocked I was. Then something else crossed my mind as panic soared through my body, "And Damen?"
Trent shook his head before opening his mouth to speak. "No...I don't think so...I'm pretty sure he's not." His voice was so small, like he thought maybe I was disappointed in him or that he had somehow let me down? "I guess I'm the one with the unhealthy crush on him."
"You know Trent, there's really nothing wrong with that." I tried to reassure him.
He looked down at me as if I were a kid who knew nothing. "Sure Stasee, there's nothing wrong with me being gay, I'm sure mom and dad would love it if their one and only son liked boys." He spoke sarcastically and then added. "Either way, please Stasee, promise me you won't say anything to anyone!?" He pleaded.
I had never seen my brother look so defenceless so exposed and vulnerable, I nodded my head. "I promise..."