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Chapter 46.
At the end of the day, everybody was rushing to leave.
The halls were so crowded, but thankfully I found my way to our locker before the chaos REALLY hit.
Kayleigh had the locker open, and she was grabbing her bag from it, and wrapped her plaid scarf around her neck. "Hey there," she smiled when I came.
"Hey." I stuffed my books and stuff inside, and took out my coat. "How are you?"
"Great," she smiled, bending down to put her stuff in her bag. "This lunch was kinda funny."
"Awkward," I corrected. "It was awkward."
She shrugged. "Obviously for you....speaking of which, I'm kinda jealous."
I raised an eyebrow. "Say what? Why?"
"I don't like Taylor," she said, serious. "Believe me..."
I do.
"I mean, it's like, before he was SUCH an ass....then out of nowhere, you come along...and you...tame him. I wish I could of done that in the fourth grade."
I smiled, and shrugged. "I'm pretty good with him."
"He's pretty good with YOU...he must really, really like you, Chris."
I blushed. "He tells me that."
"And, have you ever thought that maybe he truly, truly means it?"
Hmmmm....That thought made me get massive butterflies in my stomach.
Kayleigh patted my shoulder, smiled, then slung her backpack over her shoulder. "See ya around."
I waved, and she walked down the hall, meeting up with some other random girl I didn't know.
I sighed, slung my bag around my shoulder, and zipped up my jacket.
Then, something black covered my eyes.
"Guess who?" A girly man voice said, in a high-pitched voice.
Uh....
....
...
...
"Taylor?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"Alex?"
"No."
"....Tiffany?"
"No, how do you not know your own brother's voice?"
I smiled. Daman.
"Well, when he's talking like an elf on crack, it's hard to tell," I smirked.
Daman let go of me, and I turned around to see a happy brother of mine.
"What's with YOU?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Angie's coming over...is that okay?"
I nodded in a -DUH- way. "Of course!"
Out of nowhere, he squealed with delight.
Not in a girl way, though.
I chuckled.
"I can't get over my child," he beamed. "I'm already in love with it."
I smiled warmly, and put an arm around his shoulder. "Me too."
Daman also put his arm around me, and smiled at me. "Life's awesome, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," I smiled back.
Daman and I walked down the hall.
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Angie was sitting on the bench outside, breathing with her mouth open. You could see the cold air coming out of it.
Daman's face went red when he saw her. AWWW!
"Come on," he glanced at me, then took my wrist, and took me towards his girlfriend.
"Hey Anj," I said.
She breathed, letting more visible cold air out. "Hey guys. Thanks for...everything."
Daman hugged her, and she hugged him back, closing her eyes.
I looked around. Where was Taylor when I need him?
We got into Daman's truck - me in the back while them two were in the front, and Daman started the car.
Angie coughed, and it was one of those coughs that sound like they hurt.
Poor girl.
"Angie, you can have some advil or something when we get to my place," I offered.
"Thanks," she said, smiling at me through the review mirror, then looked at Daman. "Daman?"
"Yeah?"
"If I'm annoying you...or bugging you in any way...I can stop coming over."
The car swirved to a sharp right, and Daman squinted his eyes, then drove the car back to normal.
"W-what? Angie, you're not annoying or anything like that," he said, acting like he almost didn't kill us.
Angie smiled, and touched his arm. "Okay, well, I actually have a reason for coming over today."
"Which is?"
"I want to think of names with you."
He glanced at her, then put his eyes back to the road. "...Names? For the b-baby?"
Angie chuckled. "Daman, I don't wanna call the baby Fotiz..."
"I know," he said.
I cleared my throat. "Angie, you still have like, months left, though. Why now?"
She shrugged. "I might come up with an awesome name NOW..and forget it months later."
True that.
Daman blushed. "You don't need a specific reason to come over...you could even move in if you want."
I smiled.
Angie smirked. "After possibly telling my dad...I might just have to."
"Yeah," I said. "When are you gonna tell him?"
She shrugged. "I wanna wait..."
"But, won't he get mad for not telling him sooner?"
She frowned. "He might make me get an abortion."
I saw Daman glare through the review mirror. "I will not let that happen."
My phone buzzed, and I immediately took it out.
I got a text from Taylor ↓
I'd catch a grenade 4 ya
Throw my hand on a blade 4 ya.
I'd jump in front of a train 4 ya.
U know I'd do anything 4 ya.
LMFAO , sorry , Johnny dared me... but I'd probably do it anyways J
....
I smiled in awe. Even if it was a dare, he said he's do it anyways.
What a nutcase.
A sexy nutcase.
I texted him back.
Me: Aww, you're such a romantic, aren't you ? ;D♥
....
Taylor: Yes, but don't tell anybody ;D
...
I chuckled.
Me: I will tell the whole school, 'cause that's how I roll J
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Taylor: GASP!! ...No, it's okay . But, now you have to **** ** ;D LMFAO.
...
I gasped, and felt my face heat up.
Jokingly, and going with it...this is what I texted back ;
Why don't you 'cum' on over ? ;D
...
I could have a little fun....sexually.
It's been a while since Taylor and I actually did something like that...
Since that one night....oh my god.
Got another text.
Taylor: LOL, if you're sure ;P
...
Me: I'm positive.
...
Taylor: Are we joking? XD
...
I chuckled.
Me: I'm not.
...
Taylor: YES! Okay , I'll be there soon <3333
...
Aw, he knows how to do a heart.
I noticed that I was sitting in the truck by myself.
How rude?!
Frickin' ditchers.
I scowled, yanked my seatbelt off, and opened the door.
How long was I sitting here anyways? By myself...
What if some crackhead came and broke the window on me ?!
My legs were freezing outside, and I noticed my skin was getting paler due to the cold weather.
Like, really...pale.
I looked at my hands...I wasn't tanned anymore.
I hope those Twilight freaks (No offence) don't start calling me Cullen girl or something.
With the freakishly gold eyes and long hair and whatnot.
I looked at my reflection on the car window...
Yep, I look like a vampire.
Well, nobody has said anything yet....so I'm okay.
I cleared my throat, and ran up to the porch.
I slipped over a puddle of ice, and fell on my ass.
It's November, and it's freezing! There is some snow on the ground, and tons of ice.
Ow, that hurt, and I was wearing a skirt!
I helped myself up....and brushed the coldness off my ass.
Then, whie staring at the ground, I carefully walked to my front door.
When I got inside, and kicked my shoes off, I heard Daman and Angie talking in the living room.
"....How about Josh?" I heard Angie's high pitched cute voice.
"Do you know how many guys are named Josh?" Daman asked, with a smirk in his voice.
I didn't know if I wanted to bug them....
Maybe I shouldn't?
....I walked into the living room, and planted myself on the couch arm. "Hey," I said.
"Hey, do you have any cool guy names?" Angie asked.
Angie's almost positive it's going to be a boy....
I wonder what her face will be like when it's a girl...
"Uh...." I thought about it. "How about Ryan?"
Daman grimaced. "You know how many guys are named Ryan?"
Angie rolled her eyes. "How about Justin?"
"Oh my god...do you know how many guys are named Justin?"
"How about....Dylan?"
"Do you know how many-"
"DAMAN! There are like 145,287,186,107 people in this world! A lot of names are common."
I smirked. "Not Spock..."
Daman looked at me like I was crazy. "Chris..."
"Yeah?" I grinned.
"Are you mental?"
I scowled. "Well, you want a unique name, right?"
"Not Spock."
"Okay, I was just tryna help."
"No you weren't," he said, narrowing his eyes. "You think this is a joke. Well, it isn't!"
Maybe he really DOES have anger issues...
I rolled my eyes. "Angie likes Spock-" I looked at her, "don't you?"
She bit her lip. "Not for my child, Chris."
I glared at Daman. "How about Penis?"
He stuck his tongue out, and I got off the couch arm, and went upstairs.
I pulled my sweatshirt off right when I got in my room. I tossed it onto my bed, and put my hair behind my ears.
I knelt down, and went through my drawer for some decent clothes.
I plan on leaving the house and going SOMEWHERE with Taylor..
Somewhere, anywhere from here.
I took out black skinny jeans, and a white V-Neck that said Aeropostale down the side in hot pink letters.
I brushed my freakishly long hair, and clipped it back.
I also redid my makeup, since it was sort of fading.
Well, I don't look like I'm trying to look good...and I also don't look like a slob.
Now THAT'S what I call style. Ha.
Waiting for my boy to show up, I laid on my bed, and started humming 'Grenade' from Bruno Mars. The same song Taylor was 'dared' to text me.
~TAYLOR'S POINT OF VIEW~
I'm never walking in the freezing cold ever again.
My truck needed some repairs...for the brakes and whatnot...so I couldn't drive to Chris and Daman's house like a normal person...
Now, I can't feel my legs...or my hands, or my ears...(And I thought my hair would take care of that...stupid me).
My cheeks are freezing, and I could tell they were probably as red as a tomato from being cold.
At least I was here, now.
I would run, but...my legs were like frozen jello right now.
Ew....frozen jello.
Speaking of frozen jello....
What's up with all this...
-My foot slipped, and I fell on my knees.-
....Ice.
OW! Great....
Just when I thought I couldn't feel anything....that fall was something I felt RIGHT on my knees.
I got up, and I saw that I left a dent in the ice.
My eyes widened. Holy crap - I'm fat!
I rolled my eyes, and CAREFULLY, trying to forget the throbbing pain in my knees, walked to the door.
I knocked on it, and looked around the street, making sure nobody saw me fall like that.
And, just on the way here, I was thinking of how awesome I was...
I thought too soon.
Daman answered the door, and smirked when he saw me. "Hey, frosty," he said.
"Hey Daman," I said.. "Do you have any salt?"
He raised an eyebrow, then left for a moment.
Daman came back, with a bag of salt. "Here....why do you need salt?"
I turned around, and dumped half of it onto the icy driveway.
I decided Daman would need the other half of salt.
"There," I smiled, and gave the bag back to Daman, who was looking at me like I was nuts.
Maybe I was, but I couldn't let anybody, especially Chris fall..
"Um...are you okay?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, but it's dangerous out there."
He grinned. "Lemme guess..."
"Yeah, I did," I said, reading his mind.
He stepped aside, and jerked his chin towards inside. "Wanna come in? Chris is upstairs..."
I smiled, and walked in. "Thanks."
I saw Angie sitting on the couch, eating a bag of Pretzels. She waved. "Hey, Taylor."
I waved back. "Hey, mom."
She narrowed her eyes at me, and I smirked.
I was about to go upstairs, but Angie cleared her throat. Very loudly.
"Tay, do you have any name suggestions for the baby?"
I froze, and bit my lip. "Uh...."
"Something that's not very common," Daman said.
I bit the insides of my cheek. "Uh...Spock?"
Daman's jaw dropped. "Just go upstairs already!"
I laughed, and did as he told me.
The upstairs hallway was dull and dark.
These people don't really like their lights, huh?
I limped over to Chris's room My legs were killing me, oh god.
I knocked a short melody on the door, and shortly after Chris opened the door, and smiled. "Hey," she said.
I smiled. "Hey, told you I'd come."
Half of the time we were texting...I thought what we were saying was a joke...
She told me to 'cum on over'...
I actually laughed at that.
Chris looked at my face, which probably looked like a red popsicle, and stepped aside to let me in.
"Are you okay? You look like you're freezing."
I smirked. "I am, actually..."
She sat on her bed. "Come, I'll warm you up."
My heart just punched my chest.
Good thing my face was already red....'cause she would have seen me blush like hell.
"Okay," I beamed, and sat beside her.
Before she could do anything, I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close.
"Holy," she gasped at my touch. "You're cold!"
"I walked here," I murmured into her neck. "My truck hates me."
She stroked my hair, and then wrapped her arms around my neck.
Oh my god, she is so warm!
I sighed in relief, and she chuckled.
I shivered....getting one of those heebie jeebies....(LOL, so not how you spell it...), and Chris pulled away..
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I hate when she pulls away!
"What happened?" She asked, referring to my legs. "I saw you limping..."
I smirked. "It's icy out there."
She gasped. "Are you okay?"
I shrugged. "I don't know..." I stood up, feeling the sharp pain, and stripped down my jeans.
Don't jump to conclusions! I was wearing boxers.
I'm not afraid to be naked around Chris...let alone be in just my boxers.
I winced when I saw my bleeding knees.
Chris pulled me back onto the bed, and looked at them. "Oh my god, are you alright?" She asked, eyes wide.
I chuckled. "Yeah..."
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't act tough..."
I shrugged. "I'm fine, though."
Chris got up, and left the room. At first I thought she actually left me....but she came back with wet paper towels and two of those big bandaids, that were sure to cover the wounds.
I sighed when she sat down. "Put your leg on my lap," she said, smirking.
I chuckled, and put my leg on her lap.
Good thing I had nice legs.....HA HA!
Chris took the damp towel, and dabbed at the wound. I winced, and she chuckled. "It's gonna be alright," she said like a teacher talking to a pre-schooler.
I looked around her room as she put the thin bandaid on my knee.
She didn't have posters of any celebrities on her walls....like most girls do.
I saw her closet, and I saw that sexy red shirt she wore to one of the parties we went to.
Man, how she ever looked good in that...
"Switch," she said, and it startled me. She laughed at my reaction, and I fixed my position so I could put my other leg on her lap.
My left leg (The one that was already in a bandaid) felt weird.
Chris dabbed at my right one....and I flinched.
"It's fine," she whispered. I looked at her.
I felt like a 2 year old kid who fell off the slide at the park...
When Chris put the bandaid on my knee, she smiled at me, and I blushed.
"There you go," she stroked my leg, and I got a shiver down my spine, and quickly took my leg off her lap.
"Sorry," she smirked.
I smiled, and moved closer to her. "Thank you for taking care of me," I said.
She placed the back of her hand on my cheek, and bit her lip.
I looked at her, and placed my hand over the one she had on my cheek. "Cold, huh?"
She nodded. "Want me to set you on fire?"
"If it's with your body, then yes," I grinned.
She blushed, and lifted my chin and pressed her lips to mine.
HALLELUJAH!
~CHRISTINA'S POINT OF VIEW~
Taylor gently put me down to the bed, still kissing me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair.
He was freezing...but strangely, I loved it.
Taylor gently nibbled on my bottom lip, and for ONCE, I decided to tease him.
He ran his hand down my side, and a moan escaped my lips.
WTF? I'm not horny!!!!
I never moan! Never EVER EVER!
Taylor Jameson broke me!
Eh...what the heck, right?
I granted him entrance, and our tongues collided. OH MY GOD.
I gasped, and Taylor had to pull away, 'cause he was laughing.
Then, I started laughing too.
You see? I can't do anything right!
He crossed his legs. "I suck, don't I..."
I shook my head. "No! It was me!"
He smirked. "I can see how that was funny..."
I frowned. "Don't make fun!"
"I'm not!"
Then, the both of us started laughing.
"It's okay." he said. "Practice makes perfect, am I right?"
"Yes, you are so right," I smiled.
Then, we continued with our kiss, going all the way.
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