"Yes, actually. I do mind." I said, not moving my eyes from the television screen. He plopped down on the couch next my me, flinging his arm around my shoulder.
"Well, thats just to damn bad, isn't it?" he said, lowly. "Because I want to watch this movie." he was very close to me now, whispering it in my ear. I hopped up off the couch.
"Okay. Enjoy the movie." I said, walking out of the room.
"Ah, come on." he said following after me. "Why can't we spend some... quality time together?" he put the sound of sex in his voice when he said 'quality'. Then, I heard the door shut and saw Mitchell and Jumpnow walk around the corner. I have NEVER been happier to see my brother in all of my life.
"Shadow, why are you talking to Andy?" I heard him hiss.
"I wasn't." I shouted.
"Don't deny it." Andy said loudly, almost mad. He turned to Mitchell. "She was trying to get me to have sex with her." I gasped at his comment.
"I DID NOT YOU LIER!" I shouted at him. "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CAME OVER HER, GOT IN THE POOL WITH ME, AND THEN TRIED TO HERASS ME!" my eyes turning red. Man, I get mad a lot.
Andy looked as if I had just slapped him in the face.
"Are you going to believe me, your best friend, or your lying whore of a sister?"
"Shadow, get out of here." Mitchell said, sternly.
"But, I..." I stammered.
"OUT!" he cut me off.
"Ugh." I groaned, turning to Andy. "I hate you." I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. I ran out of the house, walking where ever my feet took me. I ended up at a small music shop. I walked in quietly and looked around. It had shelfs upon shelfs of CD's, a small stage – most likely for local band open microphone night. - and posters and flyer's everywhere. I started to look around when I saw a poster for a talent show. It was in a week and you had to sign up at the front desk. The third place winner gets $100, the second place winner gets $500, and the first place winner gets a chance to create a demo in an actual recording studio.
Might as well give it a shot. I thought to myself, making my way up to the front desk.
"Hey." a man in his mid 20's, with long black hair that came just below his shoulder, said to me.
"Hey. I want to sign up for the talent show thing." I said shyly back.
"Alright. Here you go, darlin'." he said handing a sheet with names on it, to me. I took the pen he handed to me and wrote my name down, before handing it back. "Thanks."
"No problem. See you next week." he said, while I walked out the door. It was starting to get dark, and cold. I roamed threw the town and found myself at the park. It was silent. And I don't mean the normal silent. I mean and eerie, disturbing, unnatural feeling. The feeling of being watched. It was completely dark now. Then, I heard something crack. Maybe a twig.
Thats when I saw them. Roxie, and her gang of...cheerleaders! They stalked toward me, slowly, carefully.
"I heard you were trying to do my boyfriend." I heard Roxie say.
"Where the hell did you hear that?" I said angry.
"Andy called and told me that you asked him to have sex with you." she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"No. I would never want to have sex with Clemmenson."
"What? You think hes not good enough?"
"I didn't say that!" they came closer to me. We were face to face now.
"Well, this is just a taste of what you will get if I ever catch you with my man again." she said, grabbing my hair and pulling. My head jolted at the sudden movement, and before I knew it, I was on the ground with four or five cheerleaders towering over me.
"Leave, him, alone!" she said in between giving me three swift kick. Two landing in my side the other, my stomach. Then, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away like nothing even happened. I lay there for a few minutes in pain, then slowly rise, holding my side.
I managed to make it back to my house and into my room without anyone noticing I was limping slightly.
I lay on my bed, trying to put the pain in the back of my mind and to get to sleep. That wasn't working for me. I ended up staying up all night trying to subside the pain with ice wrapped up in a towel. Damn, I hated that whore. I mean, what have I ever done to her?
At around 6:30am I managed to fall asleep.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! Three hard knocks came upon my door.
"Shadow, wake up! My date is in three hours and I need you to help me get ready!" Steph yell from the other side. I groaned and lifted my head enough to see the clock on my bedside table. 3:46pm. Wow, I slept late.
"Five more minutes!" I yelled back. Then, my door slammed open.
"Shadow Knight. This my be one of the most important days of my life. Now, help me get ready!" Steph yelled, jumping on my bed and shaking my shoulders violently. "WAKE UP!"
"Will you two shut up?" I heard Mitchell yell from his room. I mocked him silently.
"Fine." I groaned, standing up, almost falling. "I'm up. But I'm staying in my pajamas."
"I don't care. Just HELP ME!" I sighed.
"Come here." I said pointing to the bed. "Sit down while I get my make up, straightener and hairspray." she sat on the end of my bed chuckling at my tired expression. Once I found everything I needed I walked back over to her and sat next to her, while gesturing for her to turn to me.
I used a foundation a tone lighter then her natural skin tone, light purple eyeshadow on the upper lid and a small stroke on her lower, with black eyeliner and mascara.
Her make up was done, that took me almost a half an hour, because she wouldn't shut up about how excited she was. Tending to move and make me screw up. Then I told her to go get changed. She came out of the bath room looking great.
"Now, do my hair!" she sat next to me again as I grabbed a comb and some hairspray. I straightened it and back combed it a little. Not to much. Then she was finished. And I had no idea what she was going to do now. Was she going to stay here? Go home? "Do you mind if I stay here? I told Bradie this is where I would be and that he should pick me up here." well, that answers my question.
"Sure. I don't care. This is your second home anyway. I mean. You practically live here." we both laughed at my little comment. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I signed up for a talent show thing. You should come watch me fail at it!"
"Singing?"
"Yeah."
"Your a great singer. Your going to do great. Of course I'll come." then I heard a knock on the door down stairs. Steph gasped. "Hes here." I heard her whisper.
"Come on!" I grabbed her hand and dragged her down the stairs and pushed her toward the door. "Answer it."
She took a deep breathe, before turning and opening the door. Bradie stood there with a look of awe. He was dressed in a black pair of ripped jeans and a white button up shirt. He had a single red rose in his hands.
"You look...beautiful." he smiled at her holding out the rose for her to take. She took it gently out of his hands.
"Thank you." I heard her murmur shyly.
"Ready to go?" he said gesturing for her to take her hand. She took it.
"Yeah. Lets go." she smiled. They walked down the drive way. Then I heard him.
"Have fun you to. Oh and Bradie! Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Andy yelled walking backward into my house. I scoffed and walked back to my room so I didn't have to go through another beating like last night. Then I remember the pain in my side. I went to my mirror and lifted my shirt slightly to find and almost black mark on my side. And another smaller one on my stomach.
I sighed at the sight and walked down stairs to the kitchen to get a drink. My brother glared at me when I passed the living room, while Andy winked. Douche bag. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of chocolate milk. I drank the glass quickly and then filled it up again. I was parched. I walked quickly to my bedroom, after hearing Andy say;
"I'll be right back, dude." then I heard footsteps following me. I made it to my room just in time. To bad it wasn't my time. It was Andy's. Because, he just strode into my room like he owned the place.
"Yeah. This is kinda my room. So, you want to, I donno, get out!" I yelled, lying down on my be and turning on my Ipod so "Hello Fascination." by Breathe Carolina was playing.
"Someones a little touchy." he said, picking at the stuff on my desk.
"Well, what do you expect?" he looked up at me, mock hurt on his face.
"What do you mean, Shadow?" he asked as if we have been friend forever, and all of the sudden I hated him.
"I don't like you, you don't like me. Now, get out!" he put his hands up, as if surrendering, and backed slowly out of my room.
"Just remember, Shadow. You know you want me." he whispered.
"Oh, shut up! Sperm wrangler!" I yelled at him. That was my name for anyone who was constantly horny or close to it. To me there all sperm wranglers. Just stupid teenage boys trying to get in a girls pants.
