I am walking out of English, and I am not very happy. My Test score say's 92%. What? I was aiming for 100%, 95% at the lowest. But a 92%? I just can't believe it. I studied fricken hard for the test and I get a 92%? That's fricken pathetic! Jeez! Just when you think that you were perfectly prepared. And one of the worst parts is that I know the questions I missed as well. Right after Mr. Rice took my paper I almost immediately remembered. Jeez.
"Hey Sam!" Elijah walks up to me. He's wearing his regular. Jean's and a T-shirt with his tennis shoes, Only today he has his hair slightly messed up in the look of hot preppy/skater boy. Yeah, girls should be jealous that he's my best friend, because don't get me wrong, just because he's my friend and I don't see him that way, there's no denying that he's a pretty hot guy.
"Hey Elijah." I smile up at him.
"Hey, so do you want to come to my Halloween party? It's Saturday, so tomorrow, at seven."
"Yeah, absolutely!" I say.
"Great." He smiles. "I'll see you there." But before he walks away he looks at me again, giving me a look that I don't quite understand. Some boys. They are just so confusing when they don't need to be.
***
"Hey Sam." Daniel quickly sidles up next to me while I'm walking to my last class. "Can I walk you to class?"
I laugh. "Sure, but it's just right here." I point to the door.
He smiles. "Well I guess that I did it before I even had to ask you."
"I guess so." I smile up at him.
He reaches his hand over to me and grabs the hem of my jacket. "So will I get to see you tonight?"
"Hmm, depends. You know I have such a busy schedule." I say sarcastically.
"Is that so?"
"Yup."
"Well, I must incorporate myself into that schedule somehow."
"Yeah you must."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes." I reply.
"I can't wait."
"Mean either."
The one minute bell rings shortly after, so we have to walk away from each other, even though I really don't want to. Hmm, tonight. I wonder what will happen.
***
"So are you doing anything tonight, girls? It is date night tonight. So the house is yours. You can invite a few friends over." Mom say's during dinner. "But, if you throw a party, then you will be in big trouble."
"Okay." Mariah and I reply in unison. Mom really shouldn't worry about me because I hate party's. I guess maybe with Mariah she has to worry a little bit, but even then, we're both pretty chill. I don't know why she's getting so stern. Maybe I'm just over thinking too much, like I tend to do a lot. Hmm.
"So how was school?" Dad chimes in.
"Meh. It was school." I reply. "AND I got a 92% on my English test today. Can you believe it? Me? I should have gotten a 95 or 100% on it. But no. I got a 92%."
"No!" Mariah say's sarcastically.
"Shut up." I say. I know she's teasing me because I'm such an English nerd.
"What about you Mariah?"
She's sits quietly for a moment, then just shrugs her shoulders. It's so strange. She'll have her moments, like just barely, where she will seem perfectly normal, but then she'll go back into this stage. I really want to punch that one girl in the boob that hurt my baby sister. And I'll do it hard, because it hurts bad on a girl. Like really bad. I've experienced it before. Not fun.
"Mariah?" Dad say's again.
"It was okay I guess."
And just like that, everyone is quiet. I'm sure mom and dad are thinking about how drastically her personality has changed. I want to help her so bad, but I don't know how.
***
Dinner is over and I am standing just outside Mariah's room, looking in.
"Mariah? Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She say's solemnly. She is laying on her bed, facing at the wall opposite the door.
"Hey, I just want to let you know that you are welcome to hang out with me and my friends any time you want."
"Thanks." She stay's that way, not moving.
"So listen, I'm really sorry that you lost your friends," I am trying to say as sensitive as possible, "but you can't just let it eat at you like that. I know that this sounds a little Full Housie, but you just seem sad all of the time, and I hate to see you like this."
"She hurt me Sam."
"I-I know. And she shouldn't have done that. It was wrong."
"She hurt me, and now I don't have any friends."
"But you do. You have me and my friends-"
"I don't have any friends." She interrupts. "I lost them all."
I have no idea what to say to that. So all I say is, "Well just remember that you are always welcome with me and my friends." And then I walk away and leave her there.
***
Friday, October 30 5:40 p.m.
Dear Diary,
So you know how I said one or two weeks ago that I was dreading going on that date with Daniel Crass? He, he, he. I guess that I was right in not knowing what the future had in store for me. I just thought that he was a complete and thoughtless jerk. Thoughtless yes, but jerk, no. I was wrong about him.
We kissed. I know, I know, what was I thinking? I hadn't even wanted to go out with him for the second date. But as I said before, you can never tell what the future has in store for you.
I feel crazy. We kissed (made out) on my front porch one time, and now I just can't get him out of my head. Granted too that it was a pretty FANTASTIC kiss. I want to experience it again, and I just might within a few hours. We set up a time to hang out tonight. He's coming over to pick me up. I just can't wait. It should be so much fun!
Anyway's that's all that I pretty much have to say to you at the moment. I hope that I'll have the memory to right to you again soon. Love ya!
***
"Are you ready?" Daniel say's once I open the door.
"Ready for what?" I smile up at him while I wave a goodbye to mom as I shut the door.
"Oh, you'll see."
"Oh, so it's a surprise. I like surprises."
"Who doesn't?"
"Crazy people." I laugh.
He laughs with me as he opens my door for me. That is just something that I will never get over.
When he gets in the car I notice a pile of CD's on his dash. I reach over and pick them up.
"What are these? Oh, Led Zeplin, Bon Jovi, Journey, The Beatles. Good bands. Can I put in one?"
"Yeah, go for it."
I take The Beatles one and put it in. Almost immediately Can't Buy Me Love starts playing. A classic.
"So I didn't know that you were into The Beatles." He say's while I am singing along quietly.
"Oh, yeah!" I reply. "The Beatles are the best band ever! I mean, don't get me wrong, I do like Led Zeplin, and I do love Bon Jovi and Journey, love them all, but there can never be as great of a band as The Beatles."
"Well what do ya know. We have something seriously in common. I have not met a girl in a while that knows, or has even heard of, these bands."
"Really? They're all pretty popular."
"They were, let's say, very popular themselves."
"Ah, I see, didn't really care about those kind's of things, like music."
"Yeah."
I start listening to the music again, and now Hey Jude is on. I am getting really into the music (closing my eyes and everything), just as I feel the car stop.
"Where are we?" I ask, turning to him.
"First of all, you know that tradition that goes on here that say's you can't become a true Falcon until you've kissed someone by the bird?"
"Yeah." I say smiling.
He gives me a look and then gets out of the car, quickly running to my side to open my door. He has a look of complete and utter excitement as he takes my hand to help me out. Hand in hand, he leads me to a tree located by the green house, and by that tree is 'the bird', a black and gold statue of our mascot. I can feel my heart beating at a hundred miles an hour. I feel so happy that he has chosen me to be the girl that he kisses here. I sadly, don't feel like the first. But, I don't really want to think about that right now. I just want to think about the fact that I am here with him.
Once we reach it, he gently pushes me against the cold statue and simply says, "You ready to become a true Falcon?"
I smile at him in reply, and he leans his head down toward's me, pressing his mouth against mine. Excitement bursts through me, and I put my arms around his neck, pushing him against me as much as he can. He responds by bringing one hand up to hold the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair, whil his other hand slithers its way up; first resting on my waist, then on my ribs, and when I don't stop him, he finds a spot perfectly on my boob, his hand not moving from its position.
I know that I should move his hand away so that he doesn't think that he can just do that. But I don't. I can't. It just feels too good there, and I just love the was his hand feels perfectly there. Instead, I push myself against him more, and feel the warmth of his body radiating all over me. He feels so good. I bring down one of my hands and rest it against his chest. It's not difficult to tell that he has worked for this body that I feel beneath my fingertips. Quickly in reaction to that, his tongue presses against my lips, asking for entrance. I comply and feel his tongue begin a dance with my own. I bite his lower lip gently, and he moans in reply.
I have to come up for air, for all of this is really taking the breath out of me. With that he looks down at me, brushes the hair off of my neck, and then leans down and begins kissing me there. I close my eyes, my mouth slightly open, feeling him, with his arms around me, kiss me. I never thought that the neck would feel so good because I've never experienced it before, but it feels pretty fantastic. His lips trace my neck, then my earlobe, and then make a path back to my lips. If I'm not careful, this could get out of hand.
"That was a fantastic kiss." I say out of breath, pulling away.
"You are a great kisser." He say's, just as winded.
"Well, thank you."
"Oh, wait, I forgot something."
"What was-" I don't even have time to finish before he is kissing me again, almost harder, his teeth biting my lips now. I want it so bad, but I also know that I need to stop before we regret something.
"Daniel." I say, pulling away, but he just simply goes down to my neck. When he doesn't stop, I try saying it again louder, but he still doesn't seem to hear. "Daniel!" He pulls away, but is just inches from my lips.
"This was really great," I say. "What else should we do?" And I walk away from him, imagining him staring at my back, hoping that he'll respect me for this.
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