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I sat at the drama desk watching as everyone worked in their groups of four. It was early in the morning, but Mrs. Hyser called a rehearsal through first period which everyone greatly agreed to.
I had handed in my draft of the play to Mrs. Hyser that morning, unsatisfied with my work. After the incident with Imogen, I wasn't able to focus and I ended up putting as little effort into the last scenes of the script as possible.
I was glad that Mrs. Hyser didn't get a chance to read it yet, because I know that I would have been screwed. Mrs. Hyser had left for a bathroom break earlier, and hasn't returned since, leaving Fiona and I in charge.
I looked around for Imogen, but I didn't see her anywhere. I looked over at Fiona who was dealing with K.C, Riley, Chantay and some girl named Leanna's group. She looked irritated.
A few minutes later she came walking over to me, frown lines plastered on her forehead.
"What's wrong?" I asked. she shook her head while pulling her heels off and replacing them with blue flats.
"If I have to go over to K.C's group one more time…" she began, her jaw clenching. I laughed, receiving a glare.
"Come sit down, I'll deal with the groups." I offered. She sighed happily.
"Thank you." She said taking a seat in my chair as I got up.
"No problem." I smirked. I groaned as I walked around to the groups, making sure they were on task. They were each supposed to do once scene from the script and then present them at the end of class, so it was important that no one was goofing off.
"NO CHANTAY, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY THIS LINE, NOT THAT ONE! READ THE FUCKING SCRIPT!" A voice hollered. I turned to the source and it was none other than K.C. I noticed Chantay telling him off, so I decided that I wouldn't have to go over there just yet.
The door to the drama room swung open, Imogen walking through. I smiled, walking up to greet her, but she just stood there depressed.
"Imogen." I began, stopping in front of her. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."
She avoided my eyes as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
"I wasn't." she whispered. I frowned, desperately trying to get her to look at me.
"Can we talk please?" I asked. She finally looked into my eyes, swallowing sadly.
"There's nothing to talk about." She said quietly as she walked away. I stared after her as she slowly took a seat in a chair off in the corner of the classroom. I walked over and kneeled down in front of her so that we were eye level. She groaned, clearly irritated.
"What do you want?" she asked. I grabbed her hand and caressed it, my eyes never leaving hers.
"I want to help. I want to be here for you. When is saw you Yesterday, you had a look in your eyes that I've never seen before. I just want you to trust me." I said softly. She shook her head, her face turning red.
"Help? Eli, you can't help me! There's absolutely nothing you can do about what's going on with me right now." She said, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I grabbed her other hand and kissed it.
"Talk to me, Imogen. You can trust me, I promise. Just talk to me. Just let me at least be here for you."
I pleaded. Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked into my eyes, nodding slowly. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by another one of K.C's loud outbursts.
"You talking bout my mama?" he screamed, pushing Riley. Riley stood there looking confused.
"Dude, I just said I didn't like Dora!" Riley replied. K.C let out a loud, girlish scream.
"What the fuck? Dora's a 5 star bitch!" he screamed. I sighed angrily, making my way over there.
"You need to calm down." Riley told K.C, raising his hands in surrender.
"Are you threatening me? Oh hell no, Chantay hold my shit!" K.C screamed, throwing his bag on Chantay. K.C raised his fist as if he was about to hit Riley, but I caught it just in time.
"Hey K.C!" I screamed as K.C turned to look at me. "You need to chill the fuck out before I kick you out of the play!"
His face was still red.
"But he said-
"I don't care what he said! You need to… go take a time out!" I screamed, eagerly trying not to laugh. K.C walked over to the corner and screamed, "AWWW, THIS IS NOT FAIR!"
I turned to Riley and smiled embarrassingly.
"Sorry about him." I mumbled. Riley nodded.
"We're used to em'." Chantay said, watching as he threw a tantrum in the corner.
I instantly remembered that I still needed to talk to Imogen, so I turned around only to see an empty chair where she once sat. I kind of panicked, my eyes searching anxiously around the room. She must have slipped out while I was dealing with K.C.
I walked over to Fiona who was happily reading a magazine. She looked up from it and smiled.
"Having fun with K.C?" she joked.
"Oh yeah- look, I need you to take over for a bit." I said quickly. She twisted her face in aggravation, slamming her magazine shut.
"Why? I just got on break!" she whined.
"Look, I just need to really talk to Imogen! It's really, really important." I said, my eyes still searching the room.
She sighed and stood up.
"Fine! But don't take long!" she said. I gave her a quick hug, mumbling thanks. I ran to the door, bolting out of it.
I did feel bad about leaving Fiona in there alone, but this was important. Leave it to Mrs. Hyser to go on an hour long bathroom break…
I walked down the hallway trying to find Imogen. She wasn't anywhere that I could see her. I stopped in my tracks and sighed sadly.
Almost a second later, I heard intense sobbing coming from the supply closet next to me. The longer I stood there, the more I recognized the voice. It was Imogen.
I opened the door, which startled her.
"I'm sorry." I breathed. I looked at her face, the mascara running down her cheeks. I noticed how her lips quivered and her eyes were stained red. She wiped her eyes, looking away from me.
I walked in the closet ad closed the door after me. I picked her up off of the ground and sat down, bringing her down on my lap.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder.
She laid back the of her head into my neck and continued sobbing.
"What's wrong?" I whispered. She choked on her sobs trying to find a way to speak.
"Y-you're going to think so wrong of me after I tell you this." She sobbed. I kissed her temple and shook my head.
"Nothing in the world could ever make me see you as anyone but a smart, beautiful, talented young lady." I reassured. She turned to me, her fresh tears streaming down her face.
"Really?" she whispered. I nodded my head, smilng softly.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
-Imogen's P.O.V-
I kept my eyes closed, too afraid to open them.
"When you heard my mom call me a slut, she wasn't lying." I said, my voice shaky. I could feel his eyes burning me with confusion, but I tried to remain calm.
"I don't even know where to start!" I cried. Eli kissed me on the cheek, letting his lips linger over my face for a few extra seconds.
"Just breathe." He whispered. I sighed and opened my eyes.
"I'll take it back to when I was 15 years old…" I started.
-Flash back-
2 year's earlier…
I sat on my bed with my short hello kitty shorts on and my pink tank top. I was twisting a strand of my hair with my finger, thinking of the epic party that was tonight.
My phone started to buzz so I walked over to my dresser to pick it up.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Yo baby! You goin too Jamaica's party tonight?" a random guy asked over the phone. I walked back over to my bed and lay across it.
"Yes, Ty. I will be there looking hot!" I responded, laughing. Ty was one of my many boy toys.
"You gon' save me a dance?" he asked. I bit my lip, smiling.
"Maybe." I whispered seductively. A knock sounded from my door so I sat up and looked at it.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you clothed baby sis?" Joshua, my older brother asked from the other side of the door.
"Hold on!" I called back.
"Hey Ty, I'll call you back!" I told him through the phone.
"Iight baby!" he said before hanging up. I slammed my phone shut and sat it on my night stand.
"Come in!" I said. Josh opened my door, a smile on his face.
"Dude did you see this?" he asked, coming to sit on my bed next to me. He had his phone in his hand. I looked at the screen and laughed. It was a picture of a girl named Diymond bent over, half of her ass hanging out disgustingly. I pushed his phone away.
"Why the fuck are you showing me this?" I laughed.
"It's hilarious!" he responded. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"So, are you going to Jamaica's party tonight?" I asked. josh shook his head.
"Nope! I have to study for Final Exams. If I don't pass these exams, I won't be able to graduate this year." He said. I stuck my tongue out.
"You're so lame!" I mocked, walking up to my mirror and checking myself out.
"Whatever." He joked. I turned around and smiled.
"Well I'm going!"
Joshua's eyes widened.
"No, you're not. There's going to be seniors at this party!" Josh said. I rolled my eyes and ran over, sitting on the floor by his feet.
"I can handle myself. I'm a big girl." I said. Even though I was only 15, I had basically slept with half of the boys in my school and I was very well experienced with alcohol.
Joshua sighed and scratched his smooth brown hair.
"Well then, I guess I'm going. I can't let my baby sister go to something like this with no one to be her body guard." He laughed. I clapped my hands together, laughing.
"You're the best big bro ever!" I said. He stood up, walking to the door.
"Yeah, yeah." He laughed. I ran over and closed the door. I seriously did have the best brother ever. We were tremendously close and could tell each other everything. I couldn't imagine my life without him…
…
I stood in front of my mirror looking at my outfit. I had on super short black shorts with a strapless red shirt that showed my smooth, flat stomach.
"Lookin good, Moreno." I smiled. My hair was straight down and my make-up was beyond flawless.
"Now I just need to find my black heels…" I mumbled, walking into my closet and searching through it. I heard my door open and stuck my head out to see who it was. It was Josh.
"Are you ready now?" he asked.
"Just a sec!" I said as I found my heels. He sat on my bed and sighed annoyingly.
"Why does it always take you so long?" he asked. I walked out, my heels in hand.
"Why do you always want to be so early?" I asked, slipping them on.
"Early? It's 9 o'clock. The party started at 8." He said.
"Whoops." I mumbled, giggling.
After I was finally done getting dressed, we walked downstairs. My mother was sitting on the couch my dad.
She looked up and smiled when she saw Josh, but frowned when she saw me.
"Going out tonight?" she asked rudely. I cleared my throat and nodded.
"Yes, mom… just to a party." I said nervously. She narrowed her eyes at me, scrunching her face. She turned to Josh and smiled.
"Have fun honey." She said. She turned to me again and narrowed her eyes.
"Try not to bring a baby back." she said. My dad shushed her.
"Thanks, mom." I whispered as me and Josh walked out of the house. She always showed favoritism to Josh, and showed lots of dislike toward me. It actually really bothered me.
Josh wrapped his arms around me reassuringly.
"Mom is just being herself. It's okay." He said. I nodded my head.
We got in the car and he drove quickly to Jamaica's house, which was crowded with cars and people. Music was blaring loudly from inside, filling the outdoors.
We got out of the car and almost instantly, guys were all over me. A boy named Heath grabbed my ass and I turned around, smiling at him.
"I think I remember you." I laughed. He nodded his head, leaning up against Josh's car.
"Of course you do! Remember the boiler room last week?" he said smugly. I nodded my head.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh!" I said slowly. Josh walked over to us.
"Imogen, I'm going to go chill with Jose! Don't go off being too loose." He warned. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.
As soon as he walked away, more guys, including seniors started crowding me. I bit my lip, smiling.
One of the guys asked if they could feel my boobs and I gladly let him along with two others.
"Yo! Imma need a dance! Let's go inside!" this other boy told me.
We walked inside, the hip hop music deafening me. Everyone was either up against the wall making out or dirty dancing in the center of the room.
"Who wants to dance?" I asked. One of the boys named Justin wrapped his arms around my slender waist from behind and kissed my cheek. I could smell the liquor in his breath and I instantly wanted some.
"I wanna dance!" he laughed drunkly. Another boy walked in front of me, feelin me up with his eyes.
"I wanna dance, too." He said. He had a full cup of beer in his hands which I gladly took. I started drinking it quickly, laughing.
"Let's sandwhich!" I suggested. They both laughed as I walked them to the center of the living room. Justin stayed behind me, grinding me from the backside while the other guy stayed facing me, grinding me from the front.
I moaned softly and took a large sip of the beer, smiling. The boys felt all over my body as if I was the sexiest thing at the party, which amused me.
The guy in front of me sucked on my neck, causing me to moan a little louder. He pulled back, smiling.
"How about we go upstairs?" he suggested. I smirked.
"As long as Justin can go." I said, nodding to the guy grinding behind me. He nodded his head in agreement.
"It's a deal then." I laughed. They started dragging me to the stairs. All of a sudden, commotion came out of nowhere and a fight broke lose.
…
I wiped my tears and hissed painfully. Eli looked into my eyes, wondering what I would say next. I took a deep breathe and sighed.
"And that's when the gun shots went off…"
Author's Note: OKAY GUYS WAT DO YOU THINK? Picture imogen's brother as this tall, sexy tan dream. Like Taylor Lautner :P well leave me some reviews!
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