To all readers: I know this is the usual stuff, but I have to say that I do not own digimon and do not plan to make any "mula" off of it in any way. Okay? Now, that we've got that cleared up, go on and read my story! Please be constructive and not too harsh! Thank you and enjoy.
Hotties have Feelings too
Chapter 1
"I can't believe that girl!" I heard my friend scream as he smashed his forehead against the surface of his locker. His chocolate brown eyes were burnt with rage and his fist were clenched tight with sweat.
"What happened this time, Tai?" I smiled and watched with amusement as his locker was punched and dented into foil. I knew that his anger was due to that slutty girlfriend of his. "Was it another one of her spontaneous crushes?" I smirked. " Is she sure he's her true love this time or not? Haha!" I burst out laughing and had to suppress my hysterics to avoid myself from being pummeled into a bundle of cuts and bruised flesh.
"What do you think?!" His eyes thinned into to black slits, "God Sora! You really know how to make a guy feel better! Can't you just shut your hole and have a little compassion for once!" He slammed his palm hard on his locker and closed his eyes. Sigh…I guess I should be a little more compassionate. I made up my mind that I would at least try.
"Tai….that girl of yours isn't the only fish in the sea. I mean, you could easily find another girlfriend by…uh.." I looked at my angry friend and realized that none of the words I was saying were getting through to him. "Hey, Tai? Maybe…uh…maybe Tessa isn't that important. She's only ONE girl."
"Yea, one very fine girl." he breathed out and looked at the floor in defeat. It was obvious that none of what I was saying was doing any good. Tai was my best 'bud' ever since elementary school and I wanted to help him more than ever. Nevertheless, those black slits of his had turned to caramel pools of despair and his fingers were pacing over the numbers on his lock. There was nothing I could do. I was an orange headed, soccer playing "tom boy" and my thoughts and opinions on life itself were entirely different from any other girl in the school. When they wore skirts, I wore baggy denim jeans and black army belts. My hair was a reflection of the unfashionable sport obsessed freak I was and brushing it more than twice a week was out of the question. So, how may I ask, could a girl like me possibly help a friend with his "chick-problems"? I leaned against my locker and sighed in a loss of hope.
"You wanna know why she dumped me, this time?"
I looked up and forced a smile. "Yeah, let's hear it." My stance relaxed a bit and I was pressing my back against the lockers, a hand grasping the rim of my falling britches (pants). "So?"
"Well," he began "Unlike every other time she dumped me this year, this time, she claims that she wants to break up for a different reason." He ran a hand through his thick brown locks and laughed, almost in a sad pathetic whimper. " Sora , this time she says she's dumping me for one of those poetic, romantic, sensitive bastards! In addition to that, she's got this theory on 'hot athletic guys' which she was kind enough to share with me a minute ago."
"You mean on popular jocks?" I chuckled. "And what exactly IS her theory on them?"
"To make long story short, she says guys like me are self-absorbed, insensitive muscle heads. We don't give a shit for feelings and much less understand the drastic changes a girl goes through on her journey into woman-hood!" He mimicked Tessa's high pitched whine almost perfectly as he said the last part of the sentence.
I laughed and raised both my arms, "Now what?! Are you just gonna let her make a stereotype like that, and allow her to leave you for some 'sensitive' freak?!" My eyes went back to him and I waited for an answer. "Tai, what are you going to do this time? It's just stupid for you to keep going after her like this."
He looked at me then looked back at the floor. "I..I just don't know any more, Sora. Gosh, I'd do almost anything to get her back! But, to be honest….I don't know what the hell I can do about it! I can't just NOT BE a popular jock! It's not up to me. That fricking theory ….if I could just…"
"If you could just SHOW her how sensitive you can be, then maybe she'd forget her stupid theory and want you back again?! Is that it? Ha! Just forget about her, Tai! She's just not worth the effort!" I let out a little chuckle and headed for the front gate of the school. "You coming?"
"Yeah, hold up!" He whipped his battered locker closed and jogged up next to me. The two of us passed through the front gates of school and I started whistling a tune as we cruised down the avenue. Finally he spoke up and said out loud, "I've got it."
"Got what, Tai ?" I asked.
He turned to me and I flinched as soon as I saw that look of mischief in his eyes. Every time he flashed that look for even a second I knew that something was up. He smirked and slung his right arm over my shoulder. "Sora, you're my best friend right?" I walked, a little hunched over and shot him a side glance of mistrust. There was no way I was giving in to his whole "best friend loyalty speech".
"Maybe. Depends on what your going to say next."
Tai looked at me and nodded his head, "Okay. You see, I was thinking that maybe your idea of SHOWING Tessa that I'm a sensitive guy , is right on the money. But the only thing is, that for this plan to work I'm gonna need your help."
"Oh really…" I muttered.
"Oh yes, really." He smiled, "The plan is this. I am gonna get Tessa back by being more lovable than that guy she's with now, ever could be. I'll be sweet, I'll be pure, understanding, etc. and I will do that, by giving it (love and affection) to some one else, who is right there in front of her."
"You mean, a pretend girlfriend."
"Yes! Exactly! Throughout the entire time I am with this 'pretend' girlfriend, I'll display all of my ability to be the sensitive, caring boyfriend of her dreams. At first she'll believe that I'm only pretending, but soon as she realizes I am not, she'll want me back." He led us up the stairs of his house and unlocked the front door with a key hid under a potted plant. As soon as we got upstairs to his room I threw down my bag and let him know what I thought.
"You know, Tai, I'd do a lot for you, but pretending to be your girlfriend is one thing I won't and CANNOT do. I mean look at me! I'm as close as a girl can get to being a boy without liking other girls!"
He looked at me and closed his eyes in a train of thought. "It is true that you are a tom boy", he sighed and sauntered over to his bed ,collapsing into the soft white sheets. "But underneath all that, you're still a girl, Sora" he smirked and looked back at me. "With a little…er…BIG make over, I bet you could be like most other chicks. Haha!" I jumped onto the bed and punched at his sides as he laughed and shielded himself with a pillow. "Stop! Haha! Stop! Stop!" After a few more slaps at his head I tumbled to the floor satisfied.
"You're such a wimp, Tai."
"And you're a dick." He poked his head out from underneath the sheets, and combed his soft brown hair with three fingers. I waited until he was finished grooming to speak.
"So, who do you think would even agree to give me a make over? They've definitely gotta be mad."
"Crazy, I'd say."
"Well thank you for saying so." I shot him a nasty glare.
He propped himself on his elbows and laughed as I fumed at him. "You're welcome."
"Well, WHO, doofus-but?"
He suddenly grabbed the cell from his pants pocket, and started to dial a number, ignoring my question.
"HELLLLLLOO? EARTH TO TAI!" I yelled and pounded my fist against the plush white carpet. He still ignored my question still, and concentrated, almost meditated to the sound of ringing tone on the other line. I reluctantly gave up.
The call was answered soon after, "Hello, is Matt there?" Tai asked politely. He bit his lip and mumbled "…uh..thanks." Another minute passed by and he lied there waiting patiently.
A voice soon poured through the receiver so loud that I could hear, "Hello, this is Matt."
Tai smirked. "Matt! Guess who buddy?"
"Tai? Is that you?"
"Hey hey! Wassup G?" Tai was obviously thrilled to be talking to this friend of his and it took him a whole ten minutes to get to the point of his entire phone call. He finally asked his friend "Matt" if he thought Matt's girl friend was up to doing a make over the upcoming weekend.
"For who man? Your girlfriend?"
"No, Matt. It's actually for a good friend of mine." He looked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Sure thing, I can ask her. My girlfriend is always up for doing makeovers."
"Saturday okay?"
"Yeah, probably man."
"Thanks, Matt. Catch you later."
"See ya." Beep. In a matter of seconds, the small portable phone was back in his pocket and a devious grin was spread across his tan smiling face. He looked back at me, that mischievous look back in his eyes. "Ready to get…girly, tom boy?"
"Hn" I muttered. Over my dead body.