I read the couple ideas and a few were cute :) Anyway, here's the next one... but I am warning you: this chapter is REALLY mature and arguably inappropriate. I have never went this far into "detail" but I felt that this AU could pull it off. So, now that you have been warned and decided to not skip this... hope you enjoy!
Here is Owen/Imogen! (Imowen?)
The hallways after school seemed just as crowded as during on this day. I never knew how committed people actually were to the activities this campus holds. There was the debate team arguing at the lunch tables about how abortion should or shouldn't be legal. The ever so fit swim team, towels and Speedos included, were dripping wet as they brushed past me. Definitely every teen girl's and cougar's fantasy. I could tell Eli wasn't pleased at all by this, giving his obvious eye roll and sigh.
"Am I hinting a little jealous Goldsworthy?" I winked.
"Me? Jealous? Never. Especially not with the kind that have the nerve to patrol the school shirtless," he scoffed as the dance team (not cheer squad) walked by in skimpy outfits. The type you would see in a rap video, like Drake's Best I Ever Had. Bianca always plays the songs in her car, and not going to lie, it's grown onto me. But Eli practically did a once over on each girl, imagining their clothes off I'm sure.
"Oh, but girls with their butt cheeks and breasts falling out is perfectly conservative," I replied.
"Hey, at least they weren't shirtless," Eli shrugged. "No but in all honesty, I would never get involved seriously with a girl like that."
"Why? Can't take them home to meet the family?" I smirked as he let out a fake laugh. "Which is one of the many reasons why you're head over heels for Clare Edwards?"
"You know it. God, I hope she appreciate what I'm doing for her," he rolled his eyes, referring to the class we stood in front of the auditorium door.
"Trust me, she will. Any girl would die at the fact that you're taking ballroom classes for her," I said. Then again, she didn't exactly go for his dedication to her in his play. My contradicting thought got interrupted as I heard the familiar annoying voice of Owen Milligan.
"Bro, you're taking dance lessons for your girlfriend?" he questioned, making us both turn around to see his barbaric face, all sweaty in his workout outfit. I've loathed this guy ever since freshman year. He was one of the friends of my first boyfriend, Mark Fitzgerald.
"Hello to you too eavesdropper," Eli greeted sarcastically.
"Your voices practically echo the hallway. But if you are, that is seriously for fags," he remarked. I really wanted to rip on this guy but this wasn't my battle to fight.
"I am learning to dance for my girlfriend. Yeah, that is totally gay," Eli repeated.
"Well, you could impress your girlfriend the non whipped way. Like working out or joining the football or wrestling team. Your girlfriend can appreciate your body and respect you for being her boyfriend, not her little bitch," he suggested. Okay, now that's it. I covered Eli's mouth with my finger before he could speak another rebuttle.
"Dating advice from Owen Milligan? Oh the irony," I spat out.
"Example number one," Owen started. "Before he found the Lord, Fitz was a badass. And the girls loved it, especially Imogen Moreno. Right, sweety?" he winked. At least I told Eli about this during the summer. Then, this would've been one awkward moment.
"Look, Owen, you say ballroom dancing is much more gay than football and wrestling, right?" I repeated his comment, in question form.
"Which it is," he answered.
"In ballroom dancing, a guy's and girl's bodies are in nonstop contact. As a quote in Take the Lead, it's like sex on hardwood. But in football and wrestling, guys' bodies are constantly rolling around together in tights. Now tell me Owen, which one sounds more gay to you?" I retorted. This made Owen completely speechless while Eli just kept smiling.
"And didn't you guys have two gay football players on your team last year?" Eli smirked.
"Oh you asked for it," Owen started as he shoved Eli into the wall next to the auditorium door.
"Don't you even dare!" I screamed and everything else came after in a matter of seconds. I threw myself in front of Eli, Owen positioned his arm in the first swing. But he stopped right in time and felt a tight grip softening on my arm, from Owen's. I wanted to tell him to back off but something in me didn't let me. We froze there, in heavy breaths and deep eye contact.
The tension broke as the auditorium door flew open to find Mac, a fellow senior and dance instructor, and his expression of annoyance.
"Okay, Milligan, put the guns away and let go of them," Mac demanded.
"Or what? It's not like you're going to beat me," Owen snorted.
"No. But I will tell Simpson that you dare to put your hands on a girl which won't look so well on your permanent record. Do you really want that when you're applying for colleges?" Mac put out the ultimatum. Immediately, Owen let go of me but we still shared the eye contact.
"And girls find that hot," Mac rolled his eyes as we went back into dance class.
(Imogen's POV)
I absolutely hate culinary class at the moment. Not because I hate food or the class is absolutely boring. It isn't. But things are about to get extremely terrifying for the fact that I'm forced to be partners with buff and cocky Owen. I've have had thoughts about whether I should take the F or just deal with it. But we're doing desserts this week and our assignment is the ice cream sundae. Not going to let an easy A go to waste.
I wish our teacher made us present it during class like she usually does, but no, we have to do it at home and film it. She said she wanted us to try something different but we all know it's for the fact that she's been obsessing over Julia Child videos lately.
The doorbell rang, sadly but presumably Owen. I walked over and glumly opened it as he glumly stood there. I didn't even bother to dress up for this: I was in a messy bun, my boxers, black tank top, my glasses, and black with magenta polka dot and a teddy bearwith glasses knee-high socks.
"Don't you look lovely," he said as I stood there, still silent. "Aren't you going to let me in?" Owen asked, holding a plastic of chocolate syrup and sprinkles. I promised to supply the ice cream and fake cherries.
"Do I have a choice?" I said as I turned to go to the kitchen, leaving the door open.
"Great hospitality you have," Owen commented as he closed the door and followed me. "For a girl who looks like you, you have a pretty nice pad." I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.
"My parents like to keep it classy," I said, getting the ice cream out of the freezer and put it on the counter that stood in the center of the kitchen. He took out his items and did the same.
"So, where are your parents anyway? I mean, wouldn't they be all paranoid about their daughter having a boy at her house to leave them alone?" He finally turned on the camera he previously had in his pocket. It was one of those where it could take pictures and record videos.
"My dad works as a technical director for the Knicks and tonight is one of their home games. My mom is an ER nurse and tonight is one of her night shifts. But don't worry, it's not we'll be doing anything anyway," I smiled.
"Right. Even I'm not that desperate to get laid," he shot at.
"Don't even act like you get any action. Almost every girl at this school is repulsed by your Neanderthal ways," I said as I realized the camera was still on. "Hi, I'm Imogen Moreno and this is Owen Milligan and we'll be showing you guys how to make an ice cream sundae!"
"Oh, now you decide to start the presentation?" Owen contested.
"We could edit and cut the part where I speak the truth about your nonexistent sex life," I suggested. "First, we scoop out the vanilla ice cream. Owen, will you do the honors?"
"My pleasure," he smiled as he grabbed the big spoon and scooped it up. Instead of putting it in the planned bowl, he flung it at my face. "At least I don't pine over a guy who only thinks about pain, eyeliner, and writing overly boring plays." This means war.
"Eli and I are just friends! And his plays are brilliant, which contain depth and character, something you lack in that bonehead of yours!" I said, squirting chocolate all over him.
"See, you just revealed the truth about your obsession over this kid. Do you want us to edit out that part, too?" Owen taunted. I continued to squirt the chocolate over his body and chucked a handful of sprinkles at him, creating a huge mess in the kitchen. He grabbed the carton of ice cream and the spoon as his weapons. He directly flung one again, this time, hitting my neck which started sliding down my chest.
"You know, Bianca told me about your fling with that senior chick last year. It's funny how she started taking cocaine on the start of your relationship," I calculated. The shock and glares ensued afterwards. I know I crossed a line, but there's no taking it back now. He put the ice cream back in the freezer and the spoon in the sink, which caught me off guard, then in an instant, scooped me up onto the counter. He forced his hands onto mine, in case I would break free, and the syrup and sprinkles fell from my hand and onto the ground.
"I only thought Fitz cheated and dumped your ass because you were a freak but you proved me wrong. You might as well be a ginger you soulless bitch," he snapped. I should've been mad he said this, enough to kick him in the tenders. But I couldn't help but laugh, I mean, the way I got him so worked up to say this and the fact that he used a ginger joke. Not going to lie, it was really hot.
"And girls don't want to be near you because you don't have the ability to be a satisfying boyfriend," I smiled, giving him a sly look as he held his intense one. Finally, my smile got quickly pressed by his lips. The tension turned into the passionate sexual type as we closed our eyes.
Immediately, the heat disappeared from my rage and transferred into that as well. I opened my mouth so his tongue could crash against mine. The forces from his hands were off mine as he put them on my hips. My hand ran through his untouched hair while the other went under his shirt, caressing his back. He physically motioned for my legs to take the ground which I did to his command. We were both standing, still thrusting our tongues each other until I felt his hand from my side to the front. I would've confronted about it but honestly, the sensation around my body felt incredible so I held it off. It grew even more as he shoved his hand under my boxers and to my-
"Oh God!" I moaned and looked up to see a grin on his face. Was this a challenge to him or something?
"Sweety, I'll show you satisfaction," he hinted as he continued rubbing back and forth "downstairs". Whatever it was to him, he's definitely winning. I tried to hold in as many moans as possible within our kisses but it was so hard. Fitz never did this to me, I mean, I did things such as blow jobs and what not but he never repaid the favor.
My hands gripped tighter against his shoulder and his hair as a release of this new feeling but it didn't do much help. His hand started moving faster and faster as the kisses started to digress until I didn't have enough mindset to continue them anymore. Now his mouth was occupying my neck, taking some of the ice cream off. My moans started to increase, the volume turning up each time.
"FUCK!" I screamed out in my last moment of ultimate pleasure and let out a deep sigh. Then we both made gradual collapse to the kitchen floor and I rested my head onto his chest as he softly ran his fingers through my destroyed bun.
(Owen's POV)
After cleaning up Imogen's kitchen and ourselves with her hose in the backyard, we made an executive decision that maybe we could do the sundaes another day. If you give a girl an orgasm, I don't think you can even attempt to do a video on a delicious dessert on the same day. Instead, we relaxed in her room and watched a movie as we waited for my clothes to dry. Let me tell you, her room definitely represented her. After much debate of the Twilight series and Beastly, we finally came to a decision of watching The Dark Knight. She's a huge Joker fan while I just love watching people kicking ass.
"Funny how the universe can change one's attitude within a matter of minutes," her voice vibrating on my bare chest.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, my hand rubbing her bare back. I told her it was only fair if my shirt was off, hers would be too.
"I mean, I thought you were absolutely repulsive and I'm sure you thought the same," she started as I nodded.
To be honest, I've always had a small crush on her, even when Fitz dated her. I just never wanted to say anything to give her the satisfaction. I went for Anya because she's sweet and the type of girl every guy would go for. Imogen isn't. The girl is absolutely nuts but I've always been turned on by the fact she marches to her own beat without giving a damn. Most girls would be a mess after the shit Fitz pulled, but Imogen got over it.
"And now what do you think?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Too soon to tell, but definitely not the thoughts before," she replied as she raised her wet head towards me. "Look, I don't want this to be a onetime thing. I'm kind of curious to see what's beneath all that macho, Jersey Shore physique."
"Oh, so you do like my muscles?" I taunted.
"Hey, I'm a girl, how can I not. Anyway, would you like to go to the Dot on Friday, after our dessert deal of course," she proposed. "You'd have to pay, though."
"It's a date," I chimed in.
"Splendid," she smiled as she pressed her lips against mine. I have know idea what I got myself into, but I think I'll like it.