Chapter Two

That Was Cold

The assignment was to make up your own city and name all its laws and traditions. Come up with a name and the kind of people that lived there. As if it was a utopia.

"A utopia would not to have to work on this project with you." Don said to me as he leaned against the locker next to mine.

I rolled my eyes and ignored my rapidly beating heart. Damn it, why the hell was he this close to me.

"Trust me, if I could, I would have picked Boobie." I opened my locker and pulled out books to take home with me.

He crossed his arms and looked down at me. "Well, I would have picked Karen. At least I would be having fun on the project if I worked with her. Luck bastard, Chavo is." He shook his head.

"What are you complaining about? You're going to get a free A, like always, and you don't have to do shit." I closed my locker and spun the lock.

"No, this time I'm going to have to do shit."

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because if coach catches me slacking off then he'll make me do laps. I hate laps." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"My dad could care less if you half ass on an assignment. As long as you are passing so you can play, you'll be fine." I walked past him and slammed my hands into the doors to open them. But all I got was a sharp pain going up my hands and a stubborn door.

"Damn it." I pushed again. I heard a loud sigh behind me, and then I felt Don's hands on mine as he pushed it open for me.

I ripped my hands away from the door and felt my cheeks burn red.

"Come over to my house before super and we can start on our project. If my mom offers you to eat with us then it's not my fault." I said and quickly walked to my car.



I opened the door and threw my backpack into the passenger seat. I got in into the driver's seat and started the car. Leaning over to close the door I felt it pull back. I looked up to see Don holding on to the top of the door and peering down at me. "I'll be there." I just nodded and he closed the door for me and walked back into the school, probably to look for Brian.

I licked my lips again, something I always do when I'm nervous. "One day," I said out loud to myself. "I'm going to find out why he hates me so much."

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I had pulled out different sorts of pens and papers, sticky notes and markers. I always believed that if you felt like you were underprepared, over prepare. I looked up at the clock as it struck 4. He would be here in about thirty minutes. I stood up from my spot on the carpet and walked into my room. I have always hated my house. We lived in a one floor house with three bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.

My room was closest to the front door and my parents were right next to me. It always felt weird to share a wall with my mom and dad. Like I could hear everything they did in there. Trust me, it's gross. Another thing I hated about my house is that my window looked out onto the street in front of my house. It was like the whole town was watching me through my window.

I closed my curtains and took off my t-shirt. I looked around my room until I found a clean white tank top. Sliding my pants off, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked over at my clock. 4:15

He's early. I thought to myself.

Pulling up a pair of shorts I heard my mother conversing with Don. Before I left my room, I looked at myself in the mirror and licked my lips. The tank top accented my breasts and the shorts showed off my extremely tan legs. I didn't mean to dress this way, I just always dress like this around my house.

"Darla!" My mom knocked on my door. "Don's here."



"I'll be out in a minute!" I called back and pulled my hair up into a messy bun, my bangs still hanging in front of my face.

I have never felt more awkward in my house then when Don Billingsley stood in the center of my living room. Licking my lips one more time I walked over to him and put on a smile. "Ready to get to work?" I asked him.

He looked down at me and his eyes stopped at my breasts. I usually don't show off my chest around school so this sight seemed new to him.

"Um, sure." He shook his head and looked away, his face turning a deep shade of red.

I'll have to admit, having the guy that I've been crushing over look at my chest and get flustered over it definitely made my day.

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"Don, honey," My mom walked out of the kitchen. Don and I were sitting down on my carpet, using my coffee table as a work desk. For the past hour, every time Don would look over at me, he would stare at my chest. Once I snapped my fingers in front of his face to get him to pay attention.

"Yes, Mrs. Gaines?" Don looked up at her.

"We are about to have dinner, would you like to join us?" My mother asked sweetly.

I looked over at Don to see what he would say. I took in his dirty blonde hair and his facial features. Don had that looked that just screamed "Don't you want to kiss me?" Well, he had that look whenever I was looking over at him.

"Sure, Mrs. Gaines. I hope your food is as good as it smells." He smiled up at him my mom and smiled back.

"You are such a sweetheart." My mom walked back into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face. I told you Don was a player.

Shaking my head at Don I wrote more things down.

"What?" I heard him ask. I looked up at him and raised a brow.



"What what?" I couldn't help but smile.

"You shook your head at me." He said leaning back on his hands as he studied my back. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. Just wondering why you are so nice to my mom, but not me." I looked back down at my work.

I felt warmth on my back as Don pressed his chest up against me. He leaned in to my ear and whispered. "That's because your mom hasn't seen my dick." He pulled back and leaned back on his hands again.

My face turned 20 shades of red as I looked back over at him. "I don't see you being an ass to any other girls that has seen you're penis."

He smirked at me. "That's because the only way they saw my dick is when I was sliding it into their hot, moist-"

"Billingsley! What are you doing here?" My father called out as he walked out of his study.

Honest to God, I have never been happier to see my father before in my life.

Don jumped from his seat and shook my father's hand. "Just doing some school work with Darla, over there." He pointed back at me. As if my own dad didn't know who I was.

I quickly got up and mumbled an 'excuse me' as I walked into my bathroom. I shut the door and ripped off the towels that hung on the rack besides me. I pressed them into my face and let out a muffled scream. Setting the towel down on my counter and turned on the faucet. Splashing cold water in my face I tried to get rid of the burning blush that covered my face.

I cannot believe that he would tell me that. Why would he think I wanted to hear about any kind of sex he did with anyone!?

I felt a pounding in my chest, a feeling I soon recognized as jealously.

Stop it Darla! I exclaimed to myself. No way, am I jealous of any of the skanks he's been with.

Looking at myself in the mirror I realized that I was jealous.



This crush has gone on far too long. Nothing is going to happen between Don Billingsley and you. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I repeated that in my head as I walked out of my bathroom and into the dining room. Sitting at my normal spot between my parents I looked over to see Don sitting across from me. He sent me a smirk that lasted for only a second before he dove into a conversation with my dad about football.

Nothing is going to happen. He likes girls like Karen and Melissa. Hell, even Maria would be better for him then me. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing would happen. Nothing.

I looked up at Don and he looked back at me. I looked into his green eyes and I froze. All that talk about nothing completely went away as my stomach did summersaults. My heart beat was irregular and my face grew flustered.

Damn it!

"So, Don." Don turned away from me and put his entire attention o my dad. "Are you going to be ready to play varsity next year?"

"Yes, sir. I am completely ready."

"That's good. That's real good. Next year, I won't tolerate any distractions. With State and everything."

"I completely agree, sir." Don smiled.

"Good." My dad nodded and picked up his water. He raised it to his lips and took a sip.

"I hope that you are as good as your dad was."

Don bit his lip and nodding. Looking down at his plate he mumbled "So does he."

After diner, I helped Don pack up his things and I walked him outside.

Don threw his book bag into his car and looked over at me.

"Tomorrow, we can go to your house if you want to. Work on the project there." I licked my lips and looked anywhere but him.

He closed his car door and walked over to me.



I looked up and licked my lips again as I realized how close he was to me. He brought his hand up and rested his rough football hands on my cheek. His thumb grazed my lips.

"Why do you do that? Why do you always lick your lips?" He whispered, his breath ticking my skin.

"I do it when I'm nervous." I whispered back.

He leaned down and I felt his face so close to mine. I leaned up and closed my eyes, puckering my lips ever so slightly.

He chuckled at me and pulled away "See you tomorrow." He walked over to his car and climbed in. Pulling out of my driveway I saw he was laughing.

Well, that was cold.