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| My Darkest Hour; Het - Cliff/OFC Dave/OFC | |
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| Dave's Girl | May 27, 2012, 7:02 pm Post #16 |
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Sanity is entirely overrated...
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@Picklegal1: Yay, I hope she gets an A in her test too! Thank you for the nice review! ![]() @Lucifer's Angel: I know! Lisa and Kat's mom are real bitches. OMG! Yeah, Kat should totally freak out her mother. That would be so funny. I think I'll have something happen later in the story that will really freak her out. xD @Wishful: Me too! My parents are a bit like that, but they're not nearly this bad! Haha, sneaking out might be fun though, don't you think? Thank you for continuing to read this! @Lilith: Ikr? Living with religious freaks is always hard! If I were her, I'd do anything to get to prom. xD Thank you for reading! ![]() Chapter III The next morning, I wake up bright and early. My alarm doesn't go off for another half hour or so, but I don't care. Today is extremely important. Today, I have to find a date for the prom. Without a date, I can't go. I mean, how ridiculous would it be for me to show up at prom without a date? I shudder at the thought and use the prom has motivation to get myself out of my warm, cozy bed. Despite the fact that it is May, the air feels cold around me and bites at my skin as I hurry across the bedroom floor to my wardrobe. I immediately whip open the doors to my wardrobe and peek inside. I'm looking for something that's not one hundred percent modest. I need something that's going to show off my chest or the curves of my figure. Unfortunately, I don't have many curves and I'm going to need all the help I can get from tight clothes with plunging necklines. There's one problem though. I have no clothes like this! After a good ten minutes of rifling through all my clothes, I find that the only things I own are loose long-sleeved shirts and far too many sweaters than I can wear. I hate sweaters, but mom says that they're the only thing appropriate enough for church and so that's why I have more than twenty of them. Since I can't decide on what shirt or sweater to wear, I look to see what skirts I have. None of them land above the knee. All of them are long and modest. Ugh! What I really need is a nice, long trip to the mall. Without a car, there's no way I can make it to the mall though and I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to convince Abigail to take me there. I'm going to just have to make do with what I have, which isn't much. As I'm going through my tops once again, I find a lacy tank top that mom bought me to put under my black sweater. Hm...that might be the perfect thing to wear to school! I'll wear it under my sweater and then take off the sweater when I get to school. Happy with my plan, I tug off my pajamas and slip on the tank top and the sweater. Since I can't find any skirts that I like, I decide to wear a pair of jeans. They aren't really tight, but at least they aren't really loose either. For me, this is as good as it's going to get. Now that I'm finished dressing, I hurry over to the mirror in my bedroom and stare suspiciously at my reflection. I'm not particularly happy with the image of the girl staring back at me. She looks nervous and tired. Truth be told, I've been so nervous that I hadn't slept more than a few hours last night. Makeup would definitely help out my situation, but mother doesn't believe in makeup. Crazy, right? Since there's nothing I can do about my face, I decide to tackle my long mane of hair instead. I tug the hairbrush through it and try to decide what to do with it. I could just leave it down, but it looks so...blah. Grabbing a ponytail holder, I try arranging my hair in a messy bun instead. I like this look a bit better and decide to leave me hair alone after finishing the bun. Alright, now I'm ready for school! Without any delay, I hurry towards the bedroom door and step out into the hallway. I pad quietly across the carpet and then to the kitchen. I hope to get outside before my parents notice that I'm gone. Sadly, my mom is standing in the kitchen and notices me enter the room. "You're up early, Katherine," she points out as she turns to look at me. "Sit down. I made some oatmeal for breakfast." Ew! Nothing tastes worse than my mother's oatmeal. Doing my best not to make a face, I continue creeping towards the door and say, "Actually, I was going to go to school early to do some studying with Abigail. We thought we might stop somewhere and get breakfast on the way there." This isn't true, of course, but mother worries about me eating. Both her and my father are more overweight than not and sometimes I think they want to make me look like them. I find this extremely unfair. After all, pretty much every single girl my age is trying to diet to look supermodel skinny. "Homemade oatmeal is much healthier than anything you can buy at a fast food restaurant," mom points out before handing me a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal. "Eat." I give the oatmeal a murderous look. It looks all lumpy and I'm not the least bit hungry. I poke at the lumps with the spoon mom gave me and ask, "As soon as I'm done eating, can I leave?" Mother thinks about this before deciding it's a good deal. She nods and says, "As soon as you eat all of your oatmeal, then yes. You may leave so you can do some extra studying." Mom puts extra emphasis on the last syllables of her sentence, but I am no longer listening to her. I have to hurry and choke down this oatmeal so I can get to school early as planned. Very reluctantly, I take a spoonful of oatmeal and put it in my mouth. Ick, it's even worse than I remember! I lunge for the glass of water and quickly wash it down. Why can't we just eat cereal for breakfast like normal people? Somehow or the other, I manage to get the oatmeal down between large gulps of water in about ten minutes. I would've liked to have left earlier, but there is no way I could've choked down the oatmeal any faster. Now that I'm done, I swing my school bag over my shoulder and literally run to the door, calling, "I'm off to school, mom!" "Wait just a minute, Katherine," mother says as I put my hand on the doorknob. Crap! What does she want now? I stand tapping my foot by the door and wait to hear what she has to say. Mother gives me a suspicious look and asks, "Is there anything I should know about going on?" "No, not at all," I say innocently. "I'm just trying to get to school on time and I want to do some studying with Abigail so I don't get another F and can go to prom. Is that so hard to believe?" Mother thinks about this for a minute, but seems to buy my story. When she shakes her head, I grab the doorknob and yank the door open. This time, I actually do run to Abigail's car. She always parks by my house bright and early and studies for tests while she waits for me to join her. Today, I rush to the car, pull the door open, and jump into the passenger seat breathlessly. "Whoa, you're early today," Abigail exclaims as I buckle my seat belt. "What's up?" "Nothing important, but start driving," I tell her as I throw my school bag to the back of the car. Abigail gives me one of those I-know-you're-up-to-something looks, but does as I say and starts the car. As she pulls onto the start, she says to me, "I know you well enough to know that something is going on, Kat. What are you up to? It's not like you to want to get to school early." Abigail is right. I usually suggest that we ditch school and go to the mall instead. Deciding to give her a half-truth, I ask, "Didn't you read the newsletter we got from school last night? Prom is next Monday! If we want dates, we're going to have to get to school early so the guys can ask us out." "Oh. Prom," Abigail says in a monotone, not looking excited for special event. I frown at her and say, "You can't honestly tell me that you're not the least bit excited for prom!" "Actually, I'm not," Abigail replies truthfully. "What's all that exciting about prom? I don't like dancing or wild parties. There's nothing appealing about prom to me." "But Abi, prom is loads of fun!" I protest, unable to believe that Abigail really doesn't want to go to prom. "Dancing isn't that hard. I haven't danced before, but I still want to go. Besides, there will be music, food, drinks, and plenty of people to talk to. Imagine what it would be like if you could hook up with a cute guy!" "Kat, how many times are we going to go over this?" Abigail sighs in exasperation. "We've gone through this a million times and you really should know by now that I have no interest in guys. Oh, I see what this is all about. You want to get to school early because you want that Dave to ask you to the prom, right?" I don't exactly answer her question, but instead say, "He'll never ask someone like me to the prom. He likes all the blonde bitches with their teased-up hair and slutty outfits." "Hey, watch your language when you're in my car!" Abigail reprimands me with a frown. As one of those crazy Christians, she hates any derogatory terms. Still frowning at me, Abigail continues on, "It's a good thing that Dave doesn't like you. You're really just going around looking for trouble right now." "I'm not looking for trouble. I'm just looking for a good time! You can't blame me for that," I tell Abigail as we pull into the school parking lot. She parks the car not too far away from the entrance of the school and takes her time getting out of the car. I, on the other hand, am already out of the car and am halfway to the school. As soon as I burst through the doors of the school, I look for someone I know. I've never been very popular and unfortunately don't have a lot of friends here. However, I do see Diana in the hallway. I don't know her well, but she seems nice enough. Kind of desperate at this point, I hurry over to Diana and give her my nicest smile as I say, "Hey Diana! Is there any way I can borrow some mascara from you?" "Um...hey Christina," Diana replies, getting my name wrong. She thinks about my request for a moment before she shrugs and hands me a small pouch from inside her school bag. "I guess you can. All my makeup is in here. Just remember to give it back to me by the end of the day, okay?" "Yeah, of course!" I reply, thrilled that Diana gave me the makeup without any questions. "Thanks again!" There's a girls' bathroom not too far away from me. It seems like the perfect place to apply makeup, so I start walking in that direction. Once inside the bathroom, I step over to the mirror and then open Diana's pouch of makeup. There's some gray eyeshadow, black eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick in the pouch. Perfect! I have a lot of fun in the next ten minutes as I apply dark makeup to my eyes and the red lipstick to my lips. The effect it gives is rather stunning if I do say so myself. I look more...normal. Every other girl at school wears makeup. Now I do too. I finally look as if I'm not the preacher's daughter. Smiling to myself, I shrug off my sweater and observe myself in the mirror. I'm not a huge fan of what I look like in a tank top, but I'm better off wearing that then a bulky sweater. After stuffing the sweater into my school bag, I exit the bathroom and start off towards my first class: trigonometry. As I think about that class, my steps immediately slow. I hate any kinds of math, especially trigonometry. All those crazy numbers just get jumbled up in my head and confuse me. I eventually make it to trig even though I'm walking insanely slow. Giving the doorway a grudging look, I step into this stupid class and take a seat at the back of the class. A few heads turn in my direction to see who has entered the classroom. To my surprise, some of the guys send a second glance in my direction. Are they actually checking me out? I don't think a guy has ever looked twice at me before! Just then, Dave slouches through the door, causing my heart to temporarily stop beating. I will him to look at me, but he doesn't. Instead, he crosses the room and sits on the opposite side of the room. I sigh and try to hide my frustration. Can't he at least send one glance in my direction? As I'm feeling sorry for myself, Mrs. Del Ray, the trigonometry teacher, steps into the room. She looks extremely fake. Her dark hair is probably a wig, she looks like she's had far too many plastic surgeries, and her teeth are unnaturally white. There's definitely such a thing as trying too hard to look good. I hope I haven't overdone it with the makeup today. The last thing I need to do is end up looking like Mrs. Del Ray! "Hello children," Mrs. Del Ray greets us, also treating us like five-year-olds. "Today, I'm going to be quizzing all of you. I will call out your name and ask you a question. You will do your best to answer the question I ask you. If you don't know the answer, I will ask someone else your question. Does everyone understand?" Everyone in the classroom nods or grunts their approval. I say nothing. As I've said before, trigonometry is not one of my better subjects. I'm probably going to end up humiliated in front of the entire class again if Mrs. Del Ray asks me a question that I don't know the answer to. You know, I hadn't thought my day could get any worse. Apparently, it still could. To be continued... |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 27, 2012, 9:13 pm Post #17 |
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Oh shit, I can't do math for crap, I only learned how to do algebra in freshman year of college And WTF is with the teacher, you'd think she wouldn't be teaching trig looking like that But I bet Dave thinks she's a MILF, boys
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| Wishful | May 28, 2012, 10:45 am Post #18 |
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I cannot see this ending well at all!! I reckon her muvver's gunna find out what she's done! :/ |
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| Lilith | May 28, 2012, 5:21 pm Post #19 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Poor Kat, she is surrounded by crazy Christians! @_@ I hope Dave finally glances at her! ![]() xD And that she doesn't humiliate herself in front of the class. xD |
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| Dave's Girl | May 28, 2012, 6:54 pm Post #20 |
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@Lucifer's Angel: Yay, I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one who can't do math! It's so confusing, you know? It makes my head hurt too much. ;P And ikr? Boys are crazy sometimes (or most of the time)! @Wishful: You're very right! It seems like something bad is going to happen. Do you think her mother will be really upset if she finds out? @Lilith: Yes! I would hate living like that. At least my parents aren't Christian fanatics. Dave will actually talk to her in this chapter! And...well...she might humiliate herself again. Chapter IV I pretend to watch Mrs. Del Ray while she starts quizzing the class on trigonometry questions, but really, I am just staring across the room at Dave. I'm not much of a flirt. I don't know how to make myself look sexy. Some girls are just naturally flirtatious and some girls (like me) are not. I'm the type of girl who blushes and looks away if she catches a guy looking at her. I've been shy around guys all my life. This is probably due to my parents trying their best to keep me away from them. Dave is staring at his desk blankly and is paying just as much attention to Mrs. Del Ray as I am. Neither of us want to be here. For a moment, I let myself wonder what ditching school with Dave might be like. I almost giggle aloud at the thought before quickly dismissing it. I tell myself that I need to stop fantasizing and pay attention to class so I don't get another F! "Katherine, what is the cosine of ten?" Mrs. Del Ray asks me just as I tell myself to start paying attention. I search my mind to see if I remember anything at all about cosines. Unfortunately, I do not. Just like yesterday, I feel everyone's eyes on me. My cheeks turn bright red and I decide that guessing is a better option than not giving an answer at all. Looking hopeful, I ask, "Negative one?" Sounds of everyone snickering at me travel throughout the room. I wish I could just go invisible as Mrs. Del Ray says, "That is incorrect. At this point in the year, you really ought to be able to answer a simple question like that. Perhaps you should see a tutor." Just when I think I can't be embarrassed any further, Mrs. Del Ray finally turns and asks another student a question. I don't understand why I'm suddenly doing so badly in school. I used to be a pretty good student. Most of the time, I'd try hard and get As. Now it seems like I can't even pull off a C! What is happening to me? ...Dave. That is what is happening to me. I feel like smacking myself. Why am I letting a silly crush get in the way of my studying? Maybe it's because I'm so sick and tired of being the good girl. It seems like all my life I've done what my parents have wanted me to do. I've always been a straight A student prior to this year and I've always gone to church whenever they want me to to "serve the Lord". My parents really can't complain about me. I've been a good girl. Feeling a bit depressed, I glance up to see that Mrs. Del Ray is asking Dave a question. Like myself, he hasn't been paying any attention to class. I'm pretty sure Dave will get the question wrong. After all, he only shows up for class one out of three days. He's more absent than present. Dave glances up at Mrs. Del Ray and mumbles, "Ten." "That is correct," Mrs. Del Ray replies before moving onto another student. I frown, thinking about just how unfair life is sometimes! How come Dave can get the answer to a question right and I can't? It's true that Dave is pretty smart. He's probably just apathetic when it comes to school. Um...why am I still thinking about Dave? I should be working on attracting the guys' attention. I need a date for the prom! Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I look around to see if anyone is paying attention to me. As I turn to glance to my left, I accidentally knock my pencil onto the floor. Crap. Flushing with embarrassment, I lean down and snatch up the pencil before placing it back on my desk. This time, I keep my eyes rooted straight in front of me. After only a few seconds, I get a strange feeling that someone is watching me. At first, I think I am just being paranoid and try to ignoring the strange feeling. However, when it refuses to go away, I look to my right and see no one. Next, I turn to my left and see no one. Oh shit, I'm imagining things now! Thankfully, trigonometry ends a few minutes later. As soon as it finishes, I stand up and bolt towards the door. As soon as I'm in the chaos of students rushing to their next classes in the hallway, I slow my steps and trudge along slowly. Not a single guy has glanced in my direction. I'm never going to go to prom. I'm just a hopeless cause. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Hoping that it's some cute guy wanting to ask me to prom, I paste a smile on my face and try not to let my heart start racing as I turn around and come face-to-face with...Dave? My heart immediately starts racing and I give him a nervous smile. "Hey," Dave says casually as if we've known each other our whole lives. "You're the preacher's daughter, right? Katherine or something?" "Yeah," I say breathlessly. My brains seems to have stopped and it takes me a moment before I can think straight. I add, "You can just call me Kat." "Will do," Dave replies as he walks next to me down the busy hall. He is quite tall and it takes me two strides to match every one of his. Dave sends a smirk in my direction and says, "So, Kat, it looks like you could use some help with trig, huh?" I blush for probably the tenth time today and find myself wondering why Dave has to bring this up out of everything we could talk about. Shrugging my shoulders, I say, "Well, I'm usually not so bad at it. It's just that I've been doing really bad with it lately. I'm not sure why." "Oh, shut up. You suck. Admit it," Dave says a bit boldly, that smirk still on his full lips. I'm too busy staring at those lips to reply, so Dave goes on, "I was thinking you could use some help with it. Meet me by the bus stop after school?" My mind is still processing things extremely slowly and it takes me a minute to register what Dave has just said. Tilting my head curiously at him, I ask, "You want to help me with trigonometry?" "Sure. Why the hell not?" Dave asks, grinning devilishly now. I have a feeling that Dave isn't telling me everything. He has something other than trigonometry in mind. Of course, this doesn't bother me at all. The only problem is my parents. Frowning, I say, "I'm not sure. My parents like me to come home directly after school." "So? Fuck your parents. You're old enough to make your own decisions," Dave tells me, pushing long locks of hair behind his ears. "I know," I reply, not wanting to look like a wimp. "It's just that I'm supposed to help volunteer at the church tonight." "The church isn't going to get you anywhere in life," Dave states, frowning slightly at the mention of the church. Wondering if he's had the same type of experience with a church as me, I ask, "Are you religious?" "Not anymore, but I was," Dave admits. "My parents dragged me through sixteen years of that Jehovah's Witness shit. Like I said, it's not gonna get you anywhere in life. So are you gonna hang with me tonight or not?" I know I shouldn't say yes, but this is Dave! There's no way I can turn him down even if it means I'm going to be in big trouble with my parents later. Nodding slowly, I say, "Um, alright. There's one thing though. I don't have a car and my friend usually takes me home after school. I'll need a ride back to my house." "You worry too much," Dave tells me as we turn the corner and need to start our separate ways since I have to go to history and Dave has to go to economics. "Seeya after school." I watch as Dave is swallowed up in the crowd and wonder if what just happened is real or not. Did Dave actually just offer to help me with trigonometry after school? Am I awake or am I dreaming? I'm not about to pinch my arm to find out. If this is a dream, I want to stay in it for a good long time. History seems to last for an eternity. All I want is for history to end so I can go to lunch and tell Abigail about my good fortune. Just when I feel like I'm going to explode with happiness, history ends and I'm officially on lunch break. I'm tempted to skip through the halls on my way to the cafeteria. I can't even remember the last time I've been this happy. As usual, Abigail is waiting for me at the table where we usually eat lunch. She has her usual ham and cheese sandwich out and is holding it in one hand while she attempts to read a text book. I sigh loudly. Is Abigail even going to use lunch time as study time now? Apparently so! "Abi!" I exclaim, causing my friend to jump as I sit down at the table. "You'll never guess what happened to me earlier!" "Gah, you scared me, Kat!" Abigail replies ruefully before saying, "I have no idea. What happened to you earlier?" "Dave asked me out!" I practically scream, unable to keep my news to myself any longer. "Dave?" Abigail echoes, her face completely blank. "Who's Dave?" I stare at Abigail incredulously. Does she honestly not remember who Dave is even after we talked about him yesterday? Frowning, I tell Abigail, "You know Dave. He's the one with the strawberry blonde hair and those deep brown eyes that make you want to melt in his arms." "Oh no, not Dave Mustaine," Abigail groans. She searches my face to see if I'm just teasing her. When she sees no hints of joking on my face, Abigail continues on, "I already told you that boy was trouble. Don't tell me that you actually agreed to meeting him after school." "Of course I agreed to it! Only a crazy person would've said no to him," I reply indignantly, wondering why Abigail can't just be happy for me. "I guess I'm a crazy person then," Abi states dryly. She puts her textbook away so she can devote her full attention to me as she says, "Kat...you said it yourself last night: Dave wouldn't ask someone like you out. This is probably his idea of a cruel joke. He probably knows you have a crush on him and just wants to throw your heart around. Why can't you just go to the prom with Stevie?" "Stevie? You mean fish lips Stevie? Like totally ew!" I reply, making a face. Why Abigail wants me to go to prom with the least attractive guy in school is something I don't know. Folding my arms, I start to get a little irritated and say, "You could at least be happy for me. It's not everyday that I get a date with a gorgeous guy." "Kat! You're just going to get yourself into a lot of trouble," Abigail says, looking desperate at this point. Suddenly, she takes a closer look at me and asks, "What happened to your face? You look like a prostitute with all that makeup on. You'll give boys the wrong idea about you by looking like that." "But Abigail!" I whine. "This is my first chance to actually have some fun in life! I've been slaving away for my parents for so long that it's time I do something that I want to do for a change. Besides, I think the makeup looks nice." "Nice? It looks ugly," Abigail says a-matter-of-factly. Realizing that there is no way that I'm going to get Abigail to loosen up on this, I decide to get straight to the point. Giving Abigail my nicest smile, I tell her, "Since I'm hanging out with Dave tonight, I might not be home right on time and I'll probably miss Monday night church group. Can you tell my parents that I...um..." "Uh uh. No way," Abigail dismisses me before I can even come up with an excuse of why I might be late getting home from school and missing church. "I'm not going to lie for you. It's not too late for you to change your mind about all this mess though. You know what? I don't even see Dave anywhere in the cafeteria. I bet he ditched school for the rest of the day." I look around the cafeteria. To my horror, Abi is right! Dave is nowhere to be seen! I hadn't really considered the possibility that Dave might just be messing with me before. Now, I have to face that fear. Gulping, I try to convince myself as much as Abigail, "No, Dave wouldn't do that. He wouldn't just leave without telling me. He's a sweet guy." "Kat, he's a drug dealer with a messed-up life!" Abigail frowns with disgust. She stands up from our table and grabs her sandwich. "I'm not going to be part of this any more. When you finally get some sense knocked into you, come see me again." I watch in surprise as Abigail stalks away from our table and sits by herself across the cafeteria from me. My lips curve downwards and my momentary high has now vanished. Even at this point, I already know that someday it's going to come down to Abi or Dave. I can't have them both. To be continued... |
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| Wishful | May 29, 2012, 5:27 am Post #21 |
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Oh bleedin' bloody blimey! I hope Dave's not gunna muck her about I really do! Well this has got me hooked hun, so keep up the good work! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 29, 2012, 9:15 am Post #22 |
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Hope Dave doesn't lead her on, he can be such a manwhore I'm with Claire on this one
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| Lilith | May 29, 2012, 10:27 am Post #23 |
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OMG! Dave spoke to her! I know he is not good news, but I hope he has good intentions toward her! Fuck the world! xD Not everyday your crush asks you to go study with him! More! |
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| Dave's Girl | May 29, 2012, 7:07 pm Post #24 |
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@Wishful: Yay, I'm so glad that this story has you hooked! Haha, well, I guess will see what Dave's gonna do with her in the next chapter! xD@Lucifer's Angel: Omg, I totally agree with you! Dave totally is a manwhore. ;P Unfortunately, he might end up leading her on... @Lilith: Yes, he did! Lol, I think he is good news. If I found Dave in my classroom, I'd be all . lol Hope you like this chapter!Chapter V I sit it the cafeteria all alone and start to doubt my decision. It seems as if nobody in my life ever wants me to have any fun. My parents want to keep me either at home or at church so I can "please the Lord". Lisa is just like a clone of my mom. She thinks I should do exactly what mom says without questioning her. Abigail, daughter of two other religious nuts, thinks along the same lines as Lisa. Although she's not quite as bad, Abi just doesn't know how to let her hair down. I drum my fingers irritably on the cafeteria table. I'm not hungry, so I don't bother eating anything. My mind is waging a war against itself. One half of me is feeling guilty even though I haven't done anything wrong yet. I suppose it's because I'm planning something bad. I've already told Abigail to lie for me (which she refused to do) and I'm going to have to lie to my parents as to why I skipped church. Wait...maybe I won't have to lie. What if I say that someone was tutoring me on trigonometry? After all, Dave did offer to help me with trig. Justifying all of this in my mind, I feel a bit better about ditching Abi after school. After all, it's just for one night and how often does a guy ask me to hang out with him after school? Um, never. Not one single guy has asked me out before. This is something that makes me question why Dave would ask me out. Abigail could be right. He might just be doing this all as a joke. Feeling my stomach twist in a knot, I glance around the cafeteria for any sign of Dave. He appears to have just vanished into thin air. I start chewing my lip nervously, wondering if Dave has ditched school for the rest of the day and is going to blow me off. Does he want to humiliate me? Is that what this is all about? Ding, ding, ding! The ringing of the school bell signals the end of lunch break. I tell myself to stop over thinking the situation with Dave. Sooner than later, I'll figure out if he's waiting for me outside the school or not. Until then, there's really nothing I can do except worry about it, which won't be helpful at all. Squaring my shoulders, I stand up and swing my school bag over my shoulder. I start towards the door of the cafeteria while trying to remember what my next subject is. You'd think that by now I would have my school schedule memorized. Unfortunately for me though, I am gifted with a horrible memory. Hell, I can't even remember what I did last night. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I figure that it is Abigail - after all, who else would it be? - and turn around to find myself face-to-face with Michael Hills. Michael is probably one of the hottest guys in the entire high school. He has wavy blonde hair, turquoise blue eyes, and a devilish smile. Michael is popular and I don't think he's ever talked to me before. Wondering what in the world Michael is doing talking to someone like me, I tilt my head at him and say, "Hey, Michael. What's up?" "Hey," Michael replies, giving me that smile of his that tells me he is up to no good. "What was your name again?" God, does nobody here in this building know my name? Dave didn't know my name, Diana had called me Christine or something like that, and Michael doesn't know my name either. Trying not to sound too irritable, I reply, "It's Katherine, but just call me Kat." "Kat," Michael says, trying out the name on his tongue. "That's a cute name. Look, I know this is really sudden and all, but I was wondering if you wanted to go to the prom with me." My eyes get as wide as saucers and I can't believe what Michael is saying to me. He actually wants me, the little preacher's daughter, to go to the prom with him? But why? It can't just be the fact that I happened to put makeup on today. I look back up at Michael and stammer, "You want me to go with you?" "I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want to go with you," Michael laughs. He takes a step forwards and presses, "So what do you say, babe?" Normally, I would have been jumping up and down at the prospect that Michael had just asked me to go to the prom with him. However, on this particular day and under these particular circumstances, I have to stop and think. I like Michael. He is hot, popular, and everything most girls want. On the other hand, Dave has just offered to help me with my trig homework and even though he seems to have disappeared from the school at the moment, I am still hoping somewhere deep down that he will ask me to the prom. I have no idea why I like Dave better than Michael. Michael is more popular, especially with the girls. He usually has a group of five or six girls following after him. He also has a steady girlfriend. "What about Lana though?" I ask, wondering why Michael isn't asking his girlfriend to the prom. "Oh, Lana and I broke up earlier today. Don't worry, she'll get over it soon enough. So do you wanna go to the prom with me?" Michael asks, not seeming at all concerned about the breakup with Lana. I know that it would be smart to accept Michael's offer. I know that any girl in her right mind would say yes without a second thought. However, I am not in my right mind today. For only god knows why reasons, I slowly shake my head and say, "Sorry, I can't go with you." Michael's eyebrows immediately fly upwards and he looks at me in complete shock. Frowning, he asks, "Why not? Did someone already ask you?" "Um, no. Not exactly," I reply, starting to feel extremely stupid. I can feel eyes on me as Michael and I talk. Probably all the other girls are gossiping about how I've lost my mind. "Oh. Well, that's cool," Michael says, still looking pretty caught off guard that I just turned him down. He waves a hand at me as he starts down the hall and says, "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind, the offer's still open." I wave back to Michael and then start towards my next class, which is chemistry. Right now, I'm too busy thinking about Dave and Michael to think about chemistry though. Is it just me or is it too ironic how two of the hottest guys in all of high school happen to show interest in me during the exact same morning? Never before have they looked at me or bothered to speak with me. Either the makeup I'm wearing works miracles or something fishy is going on. I decide that it must be the makeup and step into the chemistry classroom. Mrs. White is standing in front of the classroom and is frowning as usual and squinting through her thick-rimmed glasses at her students. I don't like Mrs. White. She's probably my least favorite teacher. Not wanting to be noticed, I slide into a chair at the very back of the classroom and sit behind Ryan. Ryan is extremely tall and will hopefully keep me from being noticed by Mrs. White. As I wait for class to begin, I happen to glance over to my right. Abigail is sitting there and is refusing to meet my gaze. She stares directly in front of her, showing no signs that she even knows I'm sitting by her. I still don't understand why Abigail is so mad at me. Figuring that now is not the time to talk to her about it, I glance to my left just in case Dave is sitting in his usual spot. To my chagrin, his chair is empty. It's as if Dave was never even here this morning. Sighing, I wonder if him asking me out after school was all just a dream. "Alright, class," Mrs. White says, cutting into my thoughts and distracting me from Dave temporarily. "Since you had a quiz yesterday, there won't be another quiz today. Instead, I'd like you all to take out your chemistry textbooks. Turn to page eighty-seven and read the chapter concerning acids and bases. This should be a fairly easy topic for you. You will be tested on this chapter next Monday." I wrinkle my nose at Mrs. White's words. She wants to test us on prom day? That's no fun! Still though, I suppose I can't complain too much. At least we get to read today. Reading is much better than being quizzed in front of the entire classroom. I take out my chemistry book, flip to page eighty-seven, and stare at the text. I've had this chemistry textbook for most of the year, and yet, it still looks brand new. I've only opened it a few times. Typically, I'm good at chemistry, but with Mrs. White as my teacher, it's a completely different story this year. I'm failing miserably and I know it. Supposing that it would probably pay off to at least try and get something out of this chemistry chapter, I lean down and start reading. This font is almost unbearably small though. It makes my head spin just looking at it. Seriously, who publishes a book with font this ridiculously small? I can barely make out the letters! As the words in the textbook blur before my eyes, I let the images distort until I'm daydreaming. I'm with Dave and we're at a nice looking house not so different from my own. Dave leads me inside and we sit on the couch, talking and watching random things on the TV for the rest of the evening. When it's time to leave, Dave kisses me on the cheek and then walks me to the bus stop. I smile to myself as I think about all this. Little do I know that my idea of a date is very tame. Parties at Dave's apartment are anything but tame. They're wild and crazy, of course. I end up daydreaming during the whole class and when it's time for us to be dismissed, I realize that I haven't even read more than one sentence of the textbook. Oops! I close my book and shove it in my bag, deciding to worry about my grades later. Dave is more important at the moment. Taking a deep breath, I weed myself through the classroom and out into the hallway. In just a few minutes, I will see if Dave was really being truthful with me or not. I will see if- "Hey Kat? Wait up a sec. I want to talk to you," a familiar voice cuts into my thoughts. Surprised to hear that it's Abi, I stop and wait for her to catch up with me. Once Abigail is by my side, we start walking again and she says, "I'm sorry for exploding at you earlier. I just didn't want to see you make a bad decision." "Oh, it's alright," I say, forgiving her easily. Not wanting to get into another fight with her about Dave, I change the subject and say, "Michael invited me to the prom earlier. Did anyone ask you out yet?" "One guy did, but I turned him down," Abigail shrugs before she registers what I have said. She blinks and exclaims, "Michael asked you to the prom? That's great!" "Um, sure," I reply, uncertain as to why Abigail wants me to go to the prom with Michael and not Dave. "I turned him down though." "You what?" Abigail gasps, looking horrified. As much as Abi says that she doesn't like guys, I think she has a little crush on Michael. Still staring at me as if I have just spoken another language, Abigail continues on, "Why would you turn him down? I thought this was what you wanted." "Kind of," I hesitate before telling Abi the truth, "I'd rather go with Dave though." Abigail looks mad now. She narrows her eyes at me and I can see her knuckles turning white as she holds her school bag in a tight grip. Finally, she says in as calm of a voice as she can manage, "Kat, what is with you and this Dave? I can guarantee you that things aren't going to work out between the two of you. Dave's the type of guy who you see with a different girl every other day. He probably just wants to have his way with you, that's all." I giggle at Abi's words and reply, "I wouldn't mind that." "Kat, you're absolutely hopeless!" Abigail sighs. "Is there anything I can say or do to get you to go home with me right now?" "Nope," I reply immediately. I've already made up my mind. Once my mind is made up, there's no changing it. Abigail has known me long enough that she realizes this. "Fine. I guess there's nothing I can do then," she sighs. "I'll see you tomorrow?" "Yeah, see you then," I say, waving goodbye to Abigail awkwardly as we step out of the school together. Abigail starts towards the parking lot with a grimace on her face. I start in the direction of the bus stop. Dave said that he would be waiting for me over there. As I walk, I suddenly think of something that could be a problem. What if Dave isn't waiting for me here? Then what? Abigail will have already left for home and I have no extra money for the bus. If Dave blows me off, I'm going to be stuck walking home. Getting a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I start to think that maybe Abigail was right about all this. Dave isn't going to show up and I'll just have been humiliated again. It's not as if that hasn't happened to me already five times in the last few days. I slow my steps as I approach the bus stop. There's no sign of Dave anywhere. Feeling like an idiot, I turn and am about to turn away when someone grabs my wrist and turns me around. Sparkling brown eyes stare into mine and full lips curl into a smile as Dave says, "Hey. Where are you going?" "Oh!" I exclaim, a bit surprised that he has showed up after all and even more surprised that we're standing so close together. "I didn't think you were coming." "Why wouldn't I come? I told you I would earlier. Just because I decided to ditch the rest of school doesn't mean much," Dave says, hand still clamped tightly on my wrist. He pulls me away from the bus stop and asks, "Wanna hang out at my place?" "Um, sure," I reply, feeling almost sad when Dave lets go of my arm. Deciding to strike up a conversation, I ask, "Are you really good at trig? I need a ton of help with it." At my statement, Dave laughs and turns to me with a smirk on his face as he asks, "You didn't really believe that shit I told you earlier, did you? Of course we're not gonna waste our time with fucking trig. I can think of just about a hundred other things for us to do. C'mon, my place is this way." To be continued... |
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| Wishful | May 30, 2012, 7:30 am Post #25 |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 30, 2012, 9:30 am Post #26 |
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I would love it if her mom and Lisa met Dave and keeled over from shock, and if Kat showed up at the house looking like Sandy from Grease at the end when they went to the carnival, I'd pay to see that
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| Lilith | May 30, 2012, 8:00 pm Post #27 |
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loool xD I knew Dave was up for no good! I knew there was something odd in him asking to help her with trig, xD I hope he doesn't get her in trouble, lol
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| Dave's Girl | May 31, 2012, 12:52 am Post #28 |
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@Wishful: It sounds like Kat is going to get herself into a lot of trouble, doesn't it? :S Thanks for reading! @Lucifer's Angel: Oh my god, that would be so funny! Kat's mom will meet Dave eventually and their meeting will be extremely awkward! ![]() @Lilith: Haha, ikr? Since when does Dave do trig anyways? I don't think she'll get in trouble this first time, but maybe later. xDChapter VI I follow Dave without a second thought. We don't speak much, but the silence between us isn't awkward. I try to think of something to say, but nothing comes to mind. Again, I am reminded of one thing. Why is Dave wasting time on me? He probably has a girlfriend, right? There's no need for him to look twice at a girl like me. Then again, I can't help but hope that maybe Dave really is interested in me. I don't have much to offer him, but he can have whatever he wants from me. "Hey, don't step out in front of the fucking van!" Dave laughs, throwing an arm in front of me to bring me to a halt. Blinking, I snap out of my thoughts and look ahead of me. Oh god, I realize that I almost just stepped right out in front of a large van. One of these days, my daydreaming is going to make me pay. Thank god that Dave was here to save me today. Blushing furiously, I reply, "Sorry! Thanks for saving me though." "Mhm. You know, you wouldn't get too far out here on your own. Do your parents hold your hand whenever you go outside of the house?" Dave asks, raising an eyebrow at me. What he says is kind of mean, but he does have a point. My parents are extremely overprotective and there's not much I can do about it. Shrugging my shoulders, I wait for the traffic to clear and reply, "I'm the preacher's daughter. What did you expect?" "I haven't had time to think about that. You're all a surprise to me. C'mon," Dave says, waving me across the street with him since the traffic has temporarily stopped. I hurry after Dave and hope that my parents aren't in the traffic somewhere. By now, they probably expect me to have arrived home. My stomach knots as I realize just how pissed off they're going to be when I don't show up at church group or at home for another few hours. "Here's my place. Follow me," Dave says, stopping in front of a dingy looking apartment. This definitely isn't the nice house that I had been fantasizing about earlier. Then again, Dave lives on his own. He has to support himself. Of course he's not going to live in some fancy mansion. Dave pushes open the entrance to the apartment with a loud creak. I follow him timidly and step into the lobby. Two guys who look a lot like brothers are standing behind a beat-up desk. They both have brown hair, brown eyes, and cocky smiles. When they see us, they wave to Dave and one of them calls, "Hey, man. Whassup?" "Nothin' much," Dave replies before walking over to the two guys. For some reason, they make me nervous, but I follow Dave anyways. Dave leans on the desk and says, "A dude might show up and ask for me later. Just send him up to my room." "Sure," the first guy replies. "Speaking of which, you're supposed to pay the rent tomorrow and you've still got a lot to pay. Mind if we come up to your apartment for a little while this afternoon?" I am too innocent to realize that Dave is trading these guys dope in exchange for the rent. So I just stay quiet and smile like a little angel while Dave gives the two guys a dubious look and says, "Guys, I've got a chick with me right now. Come over tonight or tomorrow, okay?" "I bet the girl would like some extra company, don't you think, Matt?" the same guy asks, nudging what appears to be his brother. Matt chortles and fixes his dark brown eyes on me before saying, "Want us to join you and Dave, baby? We could have a hell of a time with all four of us." I find myself captivated by Matt's eyes. There's a certain emotion in them that I can't recognize. Is it lust? Does he like me? I can't remember a time that any guy has ever looked at me like that before. I'm so surprised that I'm speechless. "Guys, fuck off!" Dave answers for me and steers me away from the two brothers at the desk. As we walk away, I can feel the guys' eyes on my back. I know they're staring at me. I can't decide if it exhilarates me or makes me feel uncomfortable. Dave pushes open a door and leads me to a long set of stairs that lead to the upper level of the apartment. As we trudge up them, Dave says, "You can call those guys Dumb and Dumber. They're decent enough guys, I guess, but sometimes they can't take a hint. They run this place and keep watch of my room whenever I'm out." "Oh. Um, I guess they seemed nice," I reply, not sure what else to say. If my mom had heard Dave call someone dumb, she probably would've had a heart attack. Swearing and calling people names was high on her list of felonies against the church. "Nice?" Dave echoes me, laughing. "I dunno if that's the right word for them. Matt was clearly digging you." "I'm not sure. He might have been looking at something else," I point out, still unsure if Matt and his brother had really been looking at me or not earlier. "Damn, girl, you need to get out more often! What else would they have been staring at? The fucking wall?" Dave laughs as we reach the top of the stairs and start down a hallway. The hallway is plain and a bit on the dirty side. Small pieces of trash have been thrown on the ground and there are chips in the paint on the walls. For some reason, talking about guys looking at me makes me embarrassed. My cheeks are still red as I mumble something like, "Well, I'm not all that attractive. I don't know why they'd want to look at me." "It ain't always about how attractive the chick is. In your case, it's more the question of who's gonna be the first to violate the preacher's daughter. Anyways, here's my room," Dave says as he unlocks the door to his room and points for me to go inside. I'm not sure what to expect from Dave's room. Is it going to be trashy or clean? Will Dave have a lot of stuff or hardly any furniture? Well, I'm definitely about to find out. Taking a deep breath, I step inside Dave's room and peer around curiously. "This is a nice room," I tell Dave as I step inside the door, figuring that I ought to say something complimentary. "You haven't even been inside yet," Dave laughs, kicking the door shut behind us. He slips my school bag off of my shoulder and throws it to the corner of the room. We walk further inside the room and Dave asks, "So, when was the last time you got away from your religious freak parents?" "Far too long ago," I reply, finally getting a good look at Dave's room. It's not as dirty as I expected it to be. Sure, there's some trash lying around on the floor, but it's not so bad. There's a couch on one side of the room, a TV across from it, and a beat-up table. The thing that really surprises me is the lack of furniture in the room. Then again, furniture is expensive and Dave doesn't have a lot of money. I notice a lot of posters on the walls. They're of a certain band called Motorhead apparently. "You should get away from them more often," Dave says, falling back onto the couch and flicking on the TV. "Maybe they'll get pissed off and emancipate you." I frown, not sure if I want to be emancipated or not. How would I survive? Where would I live? I stand in the room a bit awkwardly since I haven't been invited to sit down and say, "I don't know where I'd live if I was emancipated. Although I would like to get away from my parents." "Just hook up with some of your friends somewhere," Dave suggests, suddenly getting a smirk on his face. Wondering what he's thinking about, I reply, "My only friend is Abi and I don't think she'd let me stay with her after I get kicked out. Her parents are really religious too." "You gotta get away from the religious nutcases. Say, do you have some rule in your house that you have to be invited before you sit down or something?" Dave asks me, obviously trying not to laugh. I'm not seeing what's so funny, so I keep a straight face. "Um, sometimes. My dad can be strict, but it depends," I say with a shrug. "Why?" Dave stands up and grabs my arm before forcibly pulling me onto the couch. Now that we're side-by-side, he says, "You're just standing in the doorway like you don't belong here. Seriously, if you wanna get rid of the preachy lifestyle you've been brought up with, you're gonna have to grow some balls." I blush and shrug, not really aware that I've done anything wrong. I was just trying to be polite by not sitting down without permission! "Do you wanna have some fun or what?" Dave asks me reaching over and twisting his finger in a strand of my hair. I feel shivers run down my back just from Dave touching my hair. No guy has ever been so forwards with me before. Then again, no guy would dare face the wrath of my dad. If he found any guy touching any part of me (even my hair), he would give them a lesson that they would never forget! "Yeah," I reply to Dave. "What do you want to do?" "I dunno, you tell me," Dave replies, obviously wanting me to take initiative and tell him what kinds of things I'm interested in. Truth be told, I'm mostly interested in him. His full lips aren't all that far away from me and I can't help but wonder how he would react if I kissed him. He probably wouldn't mind too much, would he? Unfortunately, I am too shy to kiss him and I say the first thing that comes to mind, "Want to watch TV?" "Sure," Dave says, flicking on the TV and handing me the remote as he stands up. "You can flip through this shit and find something that you want to watch. I'm gonna go grab a beer. You want one?" It takes my slow mind a moment before I register what Dave has just asked me. As the good girl, I've never tried alcohol before. However, I can't deny the fact that I really would like a beer. I've always wanted to know why people like to drink it so much and I also wonder why it's so addicting. Alcohol and drugs are mysterious to me. I wouldn't be human if I wasn't curious about them. Before I can say yes to Dave, my conscience kicks in and I'm not sure what to say. What would my parents do if they knew I was drinking? When I get home, will they be able to tell that I've had my first taste of alcohol? I don't want to get into trouble with them, but I'm already going to be in trouble. One beer can't hurt, right? When I don't answer right away, Dave rolls his eyes and says, "I'll take that as a yes. Your parents aren't here right now. They're probably telling everyone religious shit in that church you're always at. Right now, you're allowed to do whatever you want." "Alright," I give in pretty easily to Dave. "I suppose one beer isn't going to kill me." "'Course it won't," Dave smirks as he crosses the room to the little refrigerator. "Besides, you might end up wanting more." Is it possible to get addicted to alcohol with just one beer? I suddenly feel nervous again and look around the room for something to distract myself with. Dave doesn't have many TV channels and I find everything on them to be pretty boring. As I glance around the room, my eyes focus on some magazines under the table. They immediately catch my interest and I climb across the couch to get a better look at them. I can see half-naked people on the front of the first magazine. Apparently, Dave is into porn. "Fuck," I hear Dave cursing from across the room as he peers into the refrigerator. "What's wrong?" I ask, looking away from the porn to see what Dave is up to. "There's only one beer left," Dave complains in an annoyed voice. "I thought I bought some only two days ago. I'd buy more, but business hasn't been all that good lately and I don't have any spare change. Fuck this lifestyle." Wondering if the rumors Abigail told me about Dave are true or not, I ask innocently, "What do you do for money anyways?" Dave grabs the single beer from the refrigerator and starts back to the couch with a funny expression on his face as he asks, "Seriously? Are you really asking me that?" "Um, yes?" I reply nervously, sensing that Dave is upset about something. I don't know him well enough yet to know that he is upset over the lack of beer and not at my question. "You already know what I do for living. When you're on your own, you can either drug deal or sell yourself. I think it's obvious what I choose to do," Dave replies, sitting back on the couch next to me and opening the beer. He takes a long swig from it and then puts it on the floor between the two of us, saying, "We can share since this is the only one." "Okay," I reply, realizing that Abi was right about Dave selling dope for a living. Then again, I have to admit that I'm not really all that surprised that Dave deals drugs. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of the porn magazines and find myself staring at them again. I shift on the couch to get a better look at them. Dave follows my gaze and asks, "What are you looking at...oh." Dave realizes that I'm looking at his porn magazines and gets up from where we are sitting. I watch him as he kicks the porn under the couch and returns to the couch with me. Another shiver runs down my spine. You know what? It's kind of fun to be doing something my parents wouldn't approve of. To be continued... Edited by Dave's Girl, May 31, 2012, 12:52 am.
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 31, 2012, 9:28 am Post #29 |
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Ooh, Dave is such a bad boy I hope he realizes how innocent Kat is and doesn't hurt her, but I love the idea of a good girl going bad :horns2
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| Lilith | May 31, 2012, 3:17 pm Post #30 |
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Daaaaaaaave! Sexy, naughty bastard! xD I love how he's decided to corrupt her. xD Can't wait for more! lol
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And WTF is with the teacher, you'd think she wouldn't be teaching trig looking like that
But I bet Dave thinks she's a MILF, boys



And...well...she might humiliate herself again.


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