Hello readers!
If anyone remembers who I am, you know I haven't posted a story since forever ago, and even at that they weren't that great, but I've been reading and PMing different authors and gathering ideas for when my writing became better. So I'm back as an author again, hopefully writing something people actually want to read.
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And without further ado, let's get into my new story: "As Crazy As It Seems!"
"Are you sure you want to wear that?"
I turned, and sighed as Camille gave me a look that told me to put the shirt back.
"Are you going to help me, or just criticize every choice I make?" I replied, putting the garment back on the rack.
"You had a choice between me and James, don't you think you could've chose someone made for this?" Camille picked up her purse and led us out of the store.
"Alright, I'll make sure to call you next time I need someone to teach me how to get high blood pressure," I snapped back. Camille laughed half-heartedly, and I kept walking with the other Victoria's Secret, Prada, and Gucci bags in my arms.
Despite the constant jokes everyone made about Camille's weight, she always seemed to keep a positive outlook about it all. She never took the jokes to heart, but instead laughed them off as if they never bothered her. Her weight has always been something she's struggled with, and no matter how much she exercises or how healthy she eats, she's always been unable to slim down to her desired shape and size.
As we exited the mall, we looked for my bright blue Mustang and made our way home. I dropped Camille off at her house, blowing her a kiss as I drove off. When I got home, I made sure to park my car on the corner and tuck my Victoria's Secret bag into my Gucci bag. Upon entering the house, I noticed there was no smell of dinner coming from the kitchen. My mom always makes dinner everyday specifically at 7:30, so it was odd when I saw her dressed up coming down the swirling staircase.
"Oh, Hortense!" she exclaimed and jumped a bit when she reached the bottom. "I didn't expect you so early. Shouldn't you still be with Camille? I gave you $750 when you left."
"No, it's Saturday, we're supposed to be having our dinner tonight," I sighed, exasperated. Every second Saturday of every month, my mom makes chicken parmesan and we eat together to discuss our lives in the past month. I don't see my mom as much as I used to before the divorce, so we always made sure to have at least one night together just the two of us.
"Oh H, I'm so sorry! I-uh- have an important business meeting tonight?"
I rolled my eyes. "On the one night a month we have together?" This actually pained me, for my chest tightened a bit and my eyes stung.
"I know, but I'll see you when I get home! We can talk then." It was then I examined her outfit. She wore a fitted, maroon dress with a black belt around her waist, black boots with silver buckles, and her favorite Louis Vuitton purse. She rushed past me, slammed the door behind her, without even telling me she loved me.
Great. Now what am I supposed to do? I told everyone to make plans since I wouldn't be available, and now I have nothing to do. Perfect.
I took out my phone and looked through my contacts. The only person I could think to call is James, but he was probably with Carlos, so there'd be no point. Suddenly, I saw something moving from the corner of my eyes. Across the street, a huge U-Haul pulled into the driveway, and out stepped a tall blonde. He was dressed hideously, wearing a red flannel and black skinny jeans. It was then I heard a loud noise, and not long after, a motorcycle pulled into that same driveway. Weird- when did we get new neighbors? And how do those hoodlums have enough money to live here in Beverly Hills?
No, no no no no no. I won't have this. I got up, grabbing my phone, and stormed across the street. As I neared the house, the girl on the motorcycle went inside and the blonde was coming back to lock the truck. This is my chance.
"Um, excuse me? Excuse me, sir?" I gave a small wave and faked a friendly smile, then proceeded with, "Are you new here?"
"Who wants to know?" He didn't even look my way, just locked the truck's doors and went to close the trunk.
I followed him. "I do, actually. My name is Logan, and I live across the street. I was just-"
"Sorry, not interested." He slammed the trunk, put a lock on and turned to go in the house.
"If you could just-" I reached for his arm, then stopped myself when he turned to face me. "I-uh-" His piercing green eyes seemed to put me in a trance. I felt star-struck, it was almost like... Wait a minute, does he not know who I am? This doesn't happen to me!
Instead of retaliating, he laughs. Not a phony laugh, but a genuine laugh. I stood confused. "I see what this is."
"No, sir, you don't see what this is! I want you out of this neighborhood, now! You don't belong here. You make this look like some rundown projects or something! But it's not! This is Beverly Hills, not Chicago! Now go ahead and get your tiny, bed bug-filled shit out of this house, and go ahead to whatever little shitty town you lived in before!"
"Kendall."
"What?"
"I'm Kendall."
Monday morning came, and as I pulled to the front of the school for my parking space, I noticed a familiar motorcycle parked in my spot.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I shouted. Camille looked at me from the passenger seat, confused. "My new neighbor. He's an asshole who doesn't belong here. Park my car, I'm going to find him!" I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and ran into school. As I bursted through the doors, everyone in the halls stopped and stared, before quickly scurrying away.
I walked into the cafeteria (where most students were eating breakfast) and in the corner with his feet perched on the table, sat that blonde-haired, green-eyed devil. I approached him, yelling and screaming every insult that came to mind. Luckily, the kids in the cafeteria were so loud only the tables near us could hear, but when I finally finished giving him a piece of my mind, I saw him pull an earbud from his ears, and a chuckle escaped his lips.
"For such a little boy, you have a lot of anger," he snickered. And with every person comes an imperfection. I have none, but some say that my height could be considered to be one. I am very short, especially for my age, and it's weird because my parents are tall and my older brother is as well.
"Are you always this rude?" I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips.
"Coming from the one who told my little sister and I to leave our home because we're misfits."
"Whatever. Can you go move your dumb death-trap from my parking spot in front of school? I hate walking to B zone parking lot after school."
He sniffed around the air. "I smell privilege!"
"I'm not privileged. I just prefer to stick to my normally scheduled program." I stuck my nose in the air.
"Time for a commercial break!" He gave a phony smile, and the bell rang. He scooped up his backpack and headed for the hall.
"Wait!" I chased him and he turned around when we were in the foyer. "Are you gonna move your bike or not?"
He spun around on his heels and proceeded to class. I sighed, and was face-to-face with Camille.
"I had to park in the D zone parking lot..." she put her head down.
"Fucking shit!"
After sitting in boring classes all day, I finally could get some source of entertainment during lunch, when I see all of my friends. We sit at the center table because we're so important in the balance of the school. Surrounded by my closest friends, we laughed until our stomachs hurt. But as soon as I saw his face, my stomach started twisting and there were butterflies floating in it.
He waltzed on in and went to the same table he was at this morning. My eyes followed until he sat down and put his earbuds in once again, kicked his feet up and tapped away on his phone. Not once did he look my way. My heart sank a little but I continued to laugh with my friends.
"So, Logan, who's that new guy you've been avoiding us to be with?" James questioned, with sandwich crumbs covering his face.
"I don't know. Some new kid who won't stop bothering me," I faked an exasperated look.
"It's some douche bag who parked in his space today, and forced us to park in D zone!" Camille said with anger evident in her voice. "That's, like, a 10 minute walk, tops."
"All I know is he's a mysterious little thing," Carlos piped up. "He's in my English class. When our teacher told us to talk about our favorite poems, he was talking about some weird, Edgar Allan Poe type poems."
"Well, what do you think of him?" James asked. "Um, Logan?"
I was in a trance looking at him. He was wearing a black leather jacket today, and for some reasons all I could think of was what kind of body he sported beneath it.
Then I felt a slap on the shoulder. "What?!"
"Well we know what Logan thinks of him now," Camille winked, looking down, and everyone laughed. I followed their eyes, and I immediately turned bright red. I shoved my backpack on my lap to covered my "excitement," but everyone continued giggling. James looked away, and I couldn't help but notice the disappointment evident on his face.
"I-I gotta go!" I quickly got up, and walked to the northside bathroom where no one goes in. I looked at myself in the mirror. What is going on? Why is some weirdo making me feel this way. I haven't felt like this since James, but that's a different story.
I heard the door open and footsteps come in. No one ever comes in this bathroom but...
"L?" Speak of the devil.
"Um... hey..." I felt nervous, so I pretended to search for something in my purse.
"After... You know... We promised each other we would pretend nothing happened between us in regards to a relationship..."
"I know. I was the one who said we should." I pulled out my chapstick and applied it in the mirror to seem nonchalant about everything.
"But I can't help that my feelings never went away, Loge. I still miss you everyday."
"Likewise."
"And I want you to know I still love you. No matter what, you always have me." He began inching closer to me. I put my chapstick away and faced him. I looked up to meet his eyes, it almost felt like nothing ever changed.
"James...I-" he cut me off as his lips pressed against mine. His huge biceps lifted me with ease and pinned me against the wall. My purse fell to the ground and I could hear my stuff spilling out. I didn't care. This was what I needed. He continued to kiss me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He shifted the collar of my shirt and nipped at my neck, and this pushed me over the edge. I needed him, and I needed him now.
I lifted his shirt over his head, and he began unbuckling my pants. One thing he knew about me was that I hated how my body looked, but I hated the gym more. He let me down onto the sink and slipped off the rest of our clothing. When he saw my underwear, he smirked and whispered
"My favorites."
He yanked them off and tossed them to the side. He kissed down my stomach all the way until he reached my thighs, and kissed between them as well.
The rest is up to your imagination, but I'll tell you, I don't know how we weren't caught.
James and I walked to our next and final class. Camille caught up to us and almost instantly cracked a smile. "You guys have that glow."
"What?" We said simultaneously.
"You know, that glow," she began skipping and saying "Jagan's ba-ack! Jagan's ba-ack!"
James flushed, but I wasn't that easy. "Shut up. We're still just friends, girl."
"I think you've forgotten how long we've been friends, L."
"Cammie, chill okay?" We stopped at James's locker, and I pulled her to the side. Once we were far enough, a huge grin overcame my face, and I responded "I was great!"
Camille grabbed my hands and we jumped together. "I can't believe it! Jagan isn't dead!"
"It was weird, but he just made me feel like I did when we were together," I chuckled. "He also knows my spots, if you know what I mean." I winked.
"You dirty slut!" She playfully slapped my arm.
"I know I know!" I turned, and saw James closing his locker. "Okay, let's go back to him before he knows I told you about this."
"Alright, alright." We walked back over to him, and began walking to class. As we passed Camille's class, she says, "Oh James, I almost forgot, XYZ." She turned and walked in her class, giggling nonstop. I looked down and saw, then I bursted into laughter.
"Loge, babe what is it?" James began frantically combing his hair and dusting off his shirt.
"'Xamine... Your... Zipper..." I said through my chuckles.
James looked down, zipped up his zipper, and flushed an even deeper red. Trying to cover himself up, he slings his arm around me and pulls me closer. "See what you do to me?"
"Whatever," I smirked, as he kissed my cheek and we walked into class just as the bell rang.
To be continued...
Alright guys, how was chapter one of the story?
Let me know by reviewing, and if you have any suggestions for the rest of the story, feel free to PM me, I try to respond to as many as I can. I will try to include as many as your suggestions in the story, as long as they don't take away from the main plot of the story.
And let me know about the chapter length, too short, too long, or perfect?
I promise the title will make sense around chapter 4-5 at the latest, and hopefully it won't turn into a cliche story of its kind (if you understand "of its kind" then you know what the main plot will be ;) )
Okay, enough is enough. The next chapter should be out within the next week, and I should be updating weekly, or even earlier.
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