-1I posted this chapter the other day but I wasn't happy with it, so I'm trying it again, basically same thing but more added to it. And just to get the drama started already. Oh and I added Roger's View into this chapter as well, just to speed things up.
Mark's View Point
"And I tried to explain margins to the little…"
You were leaning back against your locker, your friend, and currently Maureen's girlfriend standing next to you, rummaging around in her locker, blabbering on about some fight she had gotten into with a girl in their last debate meeting. You nod occasionally as she talks your ear off and you're wondering how you ended up in your own little version of c-span by your lockers. Her name was Joanne. All high heels and dress suits with her. You wondered if she ever just let her hair down since she seemed so up-tight all the time, but not in a bad way, maybe you were just too down-tight…if that was even a word.
"Yeah?" you threw in just to act like you were listening. Even if you were listening you wouldn't have understood a word she was saying. You had one leg kicked up on the back of one of the lockers and you arms folded across your chest and trying to look like you're paying attention and trying your best not to yawn. Joanne somehow was more energized in the morning than anyone he'd ever meet. Must have been all that coffee she drank in the morning, you'd think.
Correction. Maybe that was Roger. You could see him racing down the hall, coming your way, with his dark brown backpack thrown over his shoulder and a way too big smile for this time of day. You smirked a little at how funny it was for Roger to be this hyper in the morning. Usually he would be sluggishly pulling you into the boys restroom for a smoke. This was definitely a sight to see, and a rare one at that.
Roger gives you the quickest kiss on the cheek you'd ever gotten and smiled at you. Roger had to be discreet about this kind of stuff, especially at school. For his mother, colleagues, and especially Mimi was always watching him, that or either had eyes and ears everywhere watching his every move. Not to mention what a bad move it would be if people were to find out that you and Roger were possibly a thing, it would be social suicide in the Roger's case.
Roger pretended not to care about what others thought. But, honestly you knew he was afraid of what they would think. The way Roger was brought up would suggest that the two of you were wrong, bad, and sinful even. And while this school was mostly opened minded about these kinds of things, it still had plenty of religious bigots. Roger tried to be a rebel, but it was hard for him to rebel against things that for half of his life he were righteous. One of the biggest things being his mother.
"Hi Mark- Hey Jo" he said all out breath like and smiled.
"Hey" you and Joanne replied simultaneously. You laughed and looked back to Roger.
"What?" he smiled again, this time even bigger.
"How long has that smile been on your face" you laugh a little.
"Since I woke up this morning" he replied in a matter of fact way "And….maybe breaking into the school 'round three" he smirked
"Roger Davis breaking into school" Joanne piped in "Never thought I'd see the day" she laughed.
"Smooth criminal?" you laughed "What you take?"
Roger pretended to be offended "I'm surprised at you…me steal" he laughed "it was actually for you" he smiled once more.
"Me?"
"Yeah you" he laughed "Did you get your surprise yet?"
"Surprise?" you say with confusion.
"You haven't opened your locker yet?" His smile fading a little
"No…should I?" you smile
"Seeing as that's where your surprise is, it would be good idea to take a look" he laughed and ushered you to open your locker, after several attempts to crack your combination code Roger starts to laugh and moves you aside "You'd think the guy would know his own combination?" he laughs to Joanne.
"Thus the reason why I didn't open it…How'd you get my code anyway?" you say with a raised eyebrow
"I have my ways" he laughed, he pulled the lock away and you eyed him for a second before opening your locker. There laid a single rose, a red rose propped up against your history book. You smiled at Roger and he smiled back adorably, Roger was adorable. You couldn't help but think it, you've never known this side of Roger except for with Mimi, but now it was for you. No one had ever done anything like this for you before. You felt special. You felt loved.
"Rog…" you were at a lost for words as you held the rose close to you
Roger bite his bottom lip nervously "I stole it from Misses Naira's yard" he said cutely
"Roger this is-I- thank you" you say shyly
Roger licks his lips and leans down to you "I wanna kiss you really bad right now" he gushes with a smile
"I want you to kiss me really bad right now" you reply practically on your toes.
"You guys are gonna make me barf" Joanne half jokes "This is just way too cute for me" she laughs and touches you on the shoulder "See ya in history Mark"
"I really need a smoke right now…care to join?" he says seductively leading you to the top floor restrooms
"But I don't smoke" you tease full well knowing that you aren't going to be doing any smoking. Your lips are more than likely going to be doing something else. You know Roger all too well to suggest anything less.
"I'll teach ya" he winks, and you've never been happier than you are right now with Roger holding you hand and leading you upstairs with a radiant smile on his face looking back at you.
Roger's View Point
You pull back from Mark's warm lips and smile at him when you hear the final bell ring; Mark on the other hand is in a complete daze. You go in for another kiss, grabbing the back of his head and ravishing his swollen lips with yours as you push him into a nearby stall and shut the rusty door which hardly makes a sound. Mark is touching the side of your face fervently as you continue to tease him with your tongue. It's good to make him work for it.
"Roger" he says trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah" you raise a seductive eyebrow at him and let your hands slide down his waist, getting closer, taking his shirt just a tiny bit.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?" he replies with a smirk and is the first to ignite the next kiss, his hands moving wildly through your bleached out spikes and all but pushing you both into a corner of the stall. Your grip on his waist tightens and you want to be closer than this, you're dying to get closer. You feel Mark's hands go to your shoulders, tugging your leather jacket down, but failing as he mumbles a "fucking jacket" into your mouth and continues kissing you. You pull away for only the slightest second and rip away your heavy leather jacket and throw it on the ground next to you.
"Ever have sex at school?" You smile deviously at your sort of kind of boyfriend. You press Mark up against the bathroom stall and get as close to him as you possibly can, it still doesn't feel like enough for you. You smile against Mark's lips when he reaches for your studded belt buckle, your heart racing. You take a deep shaky breath as you lay a hand on top of Mark's resting on your belt buckle. There's a spark. It almost puts you in a trance. There's a sudden surge that runs through your whole body and this feels more intimate than anything you've ever done with Mimi or any other girl for that matter. It scares you and you pull away hesitantly. And you know now that what you feel for Mark is real, it always has been and it shouldn't be taken advantage of. It should be cherished.
"Roger?" Mark whines adorably, so adorably that you want to kiss him again, but you don't. You grasp his hand and look at him sincerely. Mark looks down at your hands together "You don't …want to?"
"No…yes….um" You clear you throat and look back to Mark who is wearing a look of confusion at the moment "I want to Mark, you don't even know how much I want to" you brush a piece of fallen hair out Mark's eyes "But not in a filthy bathroom…especially at school" you smile "When we…ya know…" you drift off not knowing how to phrase it.
"Have sex?" he raises an eyebrow at you.
"Its more than just sex" you tell him and you're kind of shocked at his bluntness of the word. Its kind of hot.
"Make babies?"
You laugh at this "Not exactly"
"Do it?" he asks again.
"Mark" you whine "I don't know…um" You know what you should say, it's the perfect word for it but you're not sure what to make out of these feelings that you're having so you don't dare say 'make love'. One, being its so cheesy and romantic that it gives you little bubbles in the pit of you stomach just thinking about it, and two because you're not sure what it is your feeling, or rather you aren't ready to admit to it.
"Connect on a deeper level?" you suddenly hear Mark's voice ring through your ears amongst your thoughts.
"Huh?" you question with a slight smile
"I got it from Collins a while back" he waves it off and you kiss his cheek at how adorable he sounds, and you're amazed at yourself for going on so long without knowing what you had right in front of you and not acting on it sooner. You can't imagine not being able to kiss Mark now.
"Well when me and you 'connect on a deeper level'…I want it to be somewhere special…so we can go back and remember shit ya know?" Mark nods with a smile. "And when I dump Mimi" you kiss him again "I don't want any guilt or anything hanging over us when we do connect"
"I didn't know you were still going to break up with Mimi" he tells you truthfully and you frown catching his eye.
"Why not? You couldn't honestly believe I was gonna make you my mistress forever" you laugh softly "Mark I lo-" Oh my-tell me I didn't just say that. Please tell me that didn't come out my mouth. Quick cover it up. "I like you a lot" you smile nervously
"What? It sounded like you were gonna say lo-"
You quickly cover Mark's mouth with yours to hush him up momentarily and press a finger to his mouth "Lets not say it yet"
Mark cocks his head to the side with a small smile playing on his lips and leans only slightly up on his toes to kiss you, letting a finger trace around your mouth "You want that to be special too huh?" he says just above a whisper. You grab the hand that's cupping your cheek and kiss the back of it and nod staring into Mark's blue eyes.
Mimi's View Point
You're sitting in front of Angel in your third hour art class. You're on your fourth attempt at drawing the figure placed in front of you and getting more impatient by the second. You, after a few scribbles, throw the pencil down and turn around to Angel who is already in the middle of a conversation with you. You hadn't even known he was talking. Shows how much I pay attention.
"You could tell he was nervous" Your best friend Angel gushed over her crush Thomas. "He was so cute Meems" Angel is lighting up so brightly when he is talking about him
"Aw baby I'm happy for you, but if he hurts you I swear" you start to crack your knuckles and Angel laughs
"Honey no" he laughs, pulling your fists down. "Hopefully that won't be necessary" he smiles and you smile back.
Angel's smiles are infectious.
"I was thinking" You being to play with the stale gum in your mouth "You think Roger is gonna ask me to marry him one day" you're practically glowing when you say this.
Angel's eyes go wide "You want to get married?"
"Not today but one day soon" you smile shyly "I do feel bad that I've been seeing Benny though"
Angel nods "I still say tell him…it'll only hurt you in the long run chica"
"I know I know but c'mon…It's Benny" you squeal and you eyes light up "And the guy has more money than me and Roger's parents combined" you explain.
"Money isn't everything love" Angel wags a finger and you roll your eyes "It's true" He pouts and goes back to his sketching. Knowing that trying to change your way of thinking is useless.
"Correction. Money is almost everything" You tell him and you both grow quiet for a minute. I sound like such a money grubbing whore. You admit to yourself. You turn back around to Angel, your long waves of hair flying around you "Heard he's gonna be a lawyer" Angel shakes her head with a smile as she listens to you go on and on about the ivy league hopeful.
Who said being a money grubbing whore was a bad thing anyway?
