Coley says: Please don't hate Spencer too much.
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Chapter 9: So Maybe I Could Make You Want Me
January
27, 2008
User: TrojansNotNeeded
Time: 10:00 PM
Mood: Torn
I did something today that I'm ashamed of. Looking back, I probably should have listened to my little inner angel but alas, I decided to be an asshole and take my devil out to play. I can't really go into it because no one knows who did it. I have to say though, it was me. And if I could, I would take it back.
PRIVATE
ENTRY: I would have never gone through with it if Taylor hadn't
been so upset. She came to me this morning sobbing uncontrollably and
could barely get words out between the deep ragged breaths. When she
finally calmed down, Taylor told me in rushed words laced with
hiccups about what my step sister had done. I don't know if I've
mentioned that Kyla is a whiz with computers but she is. She's
amazing really; hopefully she will go to a school and learn how to
terrorize nations all over the world. But as Taylor shook in my arms
and told me about the pictures that my sister had managed to paste
all over the school's website, I began to see red. As always,
Taylor had a plan and stole away for a moment to fix her makeup. We
made our way to school in my car with the windows down, it was a
beautiful day and the Santa Anna winds felt nice on my flushed
cheeks. Taylor clutched a small leather bound journal in her lap with
white tipped fingers and her lips were drawn. I reached over, patting
her on the hand for reassurance. The gesture managed to squeeze a
tiny smile out of my best friend and I pulled into my parking spot.
Sliding my glasses down my nose I winked at her, and we climbed out
of the car, removing our matching Chanel sunglasses. Aiden slid up to
me the moment I was through the door, planting a kiss on my forehead
causing me to roll my eyes. Patrick met us in front of my locker and
Taylor and I strategized while he and Aiden threw pennies at
freshmen. Right before lunch, I excused myself from the library and
met Taylor who was already removing the screen in front of the air
vent in the girl's washroom. "Are you sure about this?"
I asked glancing up at the steel emission shaft. "We aren't going
to get stuck right?" "No, I used this one to get into the
office when I was having a thing with Coach Wallum." I groaned
inwardly, Taylor was such a slut. The shaft wasn't too bad, unless
you count the constant stress of worrying that Taylor would bite my
ass as she followed behind me. We managed to make it to the office in
about ten minutes. "Okay so all of the secretaries have off
right now for lunch and the principals are doing observances this
week. We're free and clear for at least three minutes. You ready to
do this Spencer?" She asked with a glint in her eye. "Anything
to avenge my girl." And with that, I dropped from the shaft onto a
vacant desk in the conference room. "I so do not want to know how
much of you this desk has seen." "Shut up Virgin Mary,"
Taylor said pinching the back of my arm. She did a roll out into the
hallway, which made me laugh as I strolled out behind her. I could
almost hear the cheesy background music as we slid with our backs
pressed against each wall, cautiously peering around corners with
apprehensive eyes. I watched wide eyed as Taylor crawled out into the
main office on her belly and snatched the Portable PA system on the
head secretary's desk. "Let's do it," she said
wagging it in my face and pulling the leather journal out of the back
of her pants. We locked ourselves back into the conference room and
prepared for our final stand. "If we don't make it, I
just want you to know…I'm in love with Ellen Page." I said
through broken laughter. Taylor scoffed at me and flipped through the
pages of the diary and nodded to me. Picking up the PA system with my
trembling fingers, I pressed the on button. "Good afternoon King
High, I'm sorry to interrupt your day but I have a special news
bulletin. Many of you do not know Kyla Montaneo but for those of you
who do, here's a special treat." I felt sick to my
stomach as I handed the mic to Taylor who gripped it with sweaty
hands. "Dear Journal, last night after I watched X-files I felt
that familiar burn in my stomach. I don't understand why it only
happens when I look at Mulder, well it happens when I look at Cal too
but anyway. I peaked out into the hallway to see if anyone was
looking and as usual, it was quiet. I slunk back into my room turning
the light off and locking the door. I barely made it back to my bed
before I started touching myself. I know that I shouldn't but it
felt so good and Mulder just does things to me…" The rest is
history. We escaped and in return, probably ruined my step sister's
high school career with what we read that day. And to say that I'm
sorry is a severe understatement. But I understand that sorry, it
won't ever be good enough.
In other news, I have been successfully flirting with the girl in the red shirt, with minimal feelings of guilt. The first time I did it, I nearly threw up in my mouth from the panic of what I'd just said. But thankfully, it's gotten easier. Though, if I am gay, I'm not sure that she's my type. She's a little too gangsta.
I can't help but worry that maybe my sister's friend is my type. That somehow, in my eighteen years of life, I developed a freak fetish. That those glasses make me just want to… are blogs allowed to be PG-13? It's hard to look at her now! Every time she's walked past me these past few days, all I can do is freeze and stare. She smells so good for a total freak. And I know she doesn't wear perfume, so it's her own unique scent. Freak pheromones or something, she's got me tied up in knots. But enough about her, before I suffocate from stupidity.
Let's talk about Addison for a moment. This entry will be short because I'm waiting for Taycen to come pick me up, but I had an interesting experience with Addison today. We were standing in the hall, when all of the sudden, he just attacks me. He didn't beat me or anything, it was worse. All of the sudden it was like a PDA monster possessed his body because before I knew it; he had me pinned up a locker kissing me like he'd lost a jolly rancher in my throat. Pushing him off of me was all but a miracle and when I asked him why he did it, he just said, "Cuz I wanted to show you how much I care about you."
Seriously?! You want to show me how much you care, go get me a Playboy to explore! God, I would much rather investigate the mystery of my sexuality than have your tongue survey my mouth. Ugh, anyway I just looked at him with my really serious "I fucking hate you right now." stare. Honestly, sometimes he makes me want to go all Thelma and Louise on the nearest cliff.
Anyway, Taycen is here so I better go. My sister never came home; I guess she's with her strange abnormally sweet smelling friend. I'll update you on our festivities later when I get back, Tay is convinced that going to a gay bar tonight will get her some ass and apparently I got the short straw when it came to being her wingwoman. Dammit, I wanted to watch One Tree Hill.
