The Change Within
Chapter Ten: Sexy
Sexy.
If I could describe my life with one word that would be the first and only word to come to mind. In essence, everything about me just screams sexy. My parents' money (which will be mine) allows me to buy the best products that makes me oh so appealing to the ladies. Without my fortune and naturally good looks I would just be another Joe Schmoe of the high school and some total douche would be in my place ruling and gaining full access to both cheerleading squads. Man, I feel bad for all the guys who aren't me.
It was between sixth and seventh period when Jennifer came up to me. I was walking with Matt and a soccer team bottom feeder named Michael since we all had the same class. I was on the left side of Matt and Michael was the other side of him so it made me especially noticeable for her prying eyes. The warning signs were all there – her cocoanut lotion and the clicking of her heels on the linoleum gave her gaining speed away. I would have been able to get away from her if it weren't for me being such a good friend and being attentive to how Matt was babbling about his and Becky's one month and how it was coming up in three days. It was cool how our anniversary's are somewhat close to each other – it keeps the girls constantly in a good mood; they always find something about us adorable that they feel the need to share.
Jennifer obviously wasn't aiming to be adorable when she found me. Besides the smug look on her face when she caught me by the arm, the first thing I noticed was her plunging neckline and the tightest micro-mini skirt I have ever seen in my life. The worst part was that it made her look so good that I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. Damn boob job.
"Trevor, we need to talk. It's über important," she said seriously, her long, fake nails digging slightly into my tan.
"What about?" I asked through clenched teeth. I knew Matt was waiting for me and I did not want the leech to make moronic assumptions and spread around word like I was God and he was the Messiah telling everyone of my life and what goes on in it.
"Raven. She–"
"Jennifer, quit trying to break us up. I'm with Raven now. Not you or any other dumb, slutty friend of yours. You need to mind your own fucking business and keep contact with me to a minimum. Stop meddling where you don't belong, where you've never belonged!" I spouted angrily, annoyed with her antics already. The bitch doesn't know where to end.
Once I had practically announced the last part we were starting to draw an audience. At least fifteen kids lined the sides of the hall just waiting to see what would happen next. I stared down at her as menacing as I could. She unzipped her Prada purse and took out a manilla envelope. I raised my eyebrows at her but my glower never wavered. She outstretched it to me and said, "Look inside, they were taken about two to three weeks ago. Just don't hate me for trying to look out for you Trevor."
With that, her and the crowd disappeared, obviously disappointed there wasn't going to be anymore screaming matches or flying body parts of any kind. But I was positive people would still talk and say how I made Jennifer go running to the bathroom or some other stupid cliché.
The bell rang and I was officially late. I turned to see if Matt and Michael were there and I heaved out a sign of relief when all I saw behind me were lockers. I figured when I opened it I should be alone, just in case it's something ridiculous like naked pictures of popular girls at this school (it wouldn't be the first time I've seen them). Carefully, I opened the top of the large envelope. I pulled out its contents and flipped through them slowly. They were three pictures that were blown-up to fit on the paper and were unfortunately in very high definition. The first one was of Raven and some guy (who looked oddly familiar) in the front seat of his truck just beaming at each other. He only has one hand on the wheel and it's hard to say where hers are located as well. Her make-up was dark and kind of runny and it made her look about as pale as him. The guy must be suffering from Vitamin D deficiency.
The next picture was of them exiting the place where they were apparently eating at. He was reaching over her to keep open the door while she was ducking under his arm. At this point in the picture she was laughing at something he said while dragging her hand across his waist. It was an awkward angle and they look way too close for my comfort. I attempted to analyze the building for hints of what it might be, but the dude's hand was blocking the lettering on the door. Typical dumb luck.
The last picture looked as though it could have been from a movie. The sun was descending from the very tip of the sky and had a heavenly flow type of look going for it. The rays of sun sparkled against the roof of the truck that was the backdrop for the most horrifying thing I have laid my eyes upon in the first seventeen years of my life. There was Raven standing chest-to-chest with the same scrawny, pale guy from the previous pictures. She was wearing a deep purple shirt that clearly wasn't hers as she wrapped her arms securely around his midsection. Her head was tilted towards his with a look of pure ecstasy sprawled across her face as he pressed his lips upon her forehead. They both looked so peaceful and in such harmony that something within me clutched onto my stomach, twisted it with all its might, and started yanking down on it. I felt nauseous and I instinctively flew over to the nearest trashcan before emptying the contents of my stomach into it. I coughed up whatever was left after the initial heave and I did not feel a milligram better. Something was telling me this wasn't the first nor the last time I am going to see of this son of a bitch no matter how much I want to turn his insides into his outsides... God, that sounded lame.
I picked up the pictures from the ground, where I dropped them, and put them quickly back into the manilla envelope. Note to self: When Jennifer Warren claims she is trying to help you in any way, shape, or form burn it and move on before you become scarred and extremely paranoid.
-x-
I skipped the rest of school and came back to pick up Raven since we were going back to my house to celebrate our five months and five days. We didn't get to celebrate our five months because my parents had a country club thing that required my attendance. Of course, they wouldn't let my 'spooky' girlfriend join us. They didn't want their credibility to be lost because someone who didn't look like they just stepped out of Teen Vogue was sitting at the same table, holding their son's hand... Ridiculous.
I pulled up to the curve in my dad's Bentley and watched Raven appreciatively as she strutted towards the car. I say strut because there are not a lot of other ways to walk when you're wearing three and a half inch heels. She also wore a shredded gray and black slanted striped dress that hung loosely over her black stockings and dark, sparkly push-up bra. He hair looked adorable with her big, choppy bands lying across her face at a slant and two big poofs of black mass spun out from the top of her head to the sides of her ears. It is a bit difficult to describe since it was such a unique hairstyle, but it definitely suited her for what it was worth.
She opened the car door and threw her backpack in the back seat where mine was as well. Raven then climbed inside and shut the door gingerly behind her. She reached across the consul and kissed me lightly before sitting back and buckling. I started to pull out of the school parking lot and, like we ritually do when I drive her home, blasted the radio to 97.3 – the local (hard) rock station. Saving Alexandria pumped through my system as I sped back to my place. I had the most romantic evening planned out just for us. My father was out of the country until next Monday and my mother is accompanying him so they can work on stabilizing their marriage. With all of this going on, one thing was evident: weekend house party! It is going to be monstrous and I'm going to be the life of it – everyone expects me to and so we all know it's bound to happen. Something crazy will happen this year too and I'm just hoping there won't be another pig incident...
"So what do you have in store for me today, Neanderthal?" Raven asked with a smile on her face. Even though we're dating we still call each other by our original nicknames just in a more affectionate way. It's quite the one-eighty.
"You'll see soon. Don't get too anxious – as much fun as it would be watching you burst I would hate to clean this car before my parents get back."
"Hmm... big boy got the house all to himself. What would the lonely, sexually deprived teenager's parents be thinking at a time like this?"
"Let's get the earliest time out and the latest flight back?"
Raven and I usually banter back and forth for a portion of the time we are together. We usually end up making the other speechless to the point where the only thing we can really do other than surrender is silence them with our lips. Most of the time that clears Raven's mind pretty well, only once before she literally talked through my attempt of making-out with her. If you give a smart-ass thirty-two ounces of caffeine and half a pound of pure sugar you're bound to bump into some negative side effects. Like not getting any action and listening to your intelligence, looks, and every other aspect of your life being bashed on and scrutinized. Man, she is lucky I have the patience to put with her.
We pulled up the driveway and before I even had the chance to put the car in park she jumped out (almost snapping her ankle in two) and began to run through the open garage to the door. I laughed out loud, parked the car, got out, grabbed my backpack out of the back, and jiggled the keys as I walked towards her to show that she needed the keys before she could even open up the door. She huffed and released her death grip on the door handle. I stepped up to it and slowly flipped through each key, examining the individual notch to make sure if it would fit or not. Once I got to the sixth key she was about to rip it out of my hands. I only had three more to go – she could wait. Well, I take that back because before I even got to the seventh key she yanked them out of my hands and crammed the key into the keyhole before unlocking it. Then she just stood there.
"I don't know if I want to go first – you lead," she said in a soft, baby voice that got me every time. I couldn't say no to that voice.
"All right babe, follow me," I instructed before gripping her hand and opening up the door. She bounced behind me excitedly and tried to peer over my shoulder. I walked her to the kitchen where the night will start off. I pulled her from behind me to my right side. I wrapped my arm around her waist and ducked down to whisper in her ear, "Just follow the trail and we'll meet up later. I promise." I gave her a wink before starting back to the way we came. Last night I set up a long trail of red rose pedals with black tips like a maze, zig-zagging all through the house till it lead straight to me. Which gave me plenty of time to get upstairs and get ready myself.
I heard her gasp from the first detour and I couldn't help but smile – this was the most effort I've ever put into impressing a girl and I think it will be beneficial in the long run. I'm Raven's first legit boyfriend and I ought to pull out all the stops while I still have the opportunity. You never know when someone might come in to take your place.
I bounded up the stairs and quickly entered my room. For the night I had altered my room into a freaky, kinky, love-making nest. I knew Monster Girl would love it with the pitch black sheets and heavy curtains as well as a black-light in each corner of my room. I prepared it for the weekend (par-tay!) as well as for tonight (romance; sappin' it up!) you may call it multitasking, but I call it skill.
So first thing was first, I pushed my backpack under my bed and immediately peeled off my shirt afterwords, leaving me in my Tripp pants and nothing else. My abs were clearly visible and looked amazing since club season was already three-fourths done and I practically work out every day of the week which definitely helps the definition of each muscle. I swear, my parents must have bought out the gene pool because it's practically one-in-a-million chance that anyone could come out as ruggedly handsome as I am. Not to mention how humble I am about my looks is a rarity just about anywhere you go.
Moving on from my sexy body, I had to set up the surround system. When she came in I wanted her to get like a hot flash, a complete overload from music, sex appeal, and sandwich-making. Oh yes, we're having dinner before and possibly during. Depending on how far she wants to go. It's always dependent on the girl. It's practically a law; an understood law.
I contemplated these things for another hour until Raven came walking into my open room. I played classic Barry White (practically makes a girl wet once she hears the first note) through the speakers and I lay shirtless on the bed by a basket of ingredients. I looked at her as she climbed slowly on the bed and crawled towards my side. She snuggled into it and said with a tear-filled voice, "That has to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much. I'll never forget these five months either." We then sealed if off with a slow and sweet make-out session. We laid there, slowly intertwining and I asked her a few minutes later, "Raven, do you think you're ready to go all the way with me?"
Her brown eyes widened a little bit as she thought it through. I knew we both wanted it and I think she knew as well because a moment later she bit her lip innocently and nodded.
"Just... this is my first time so you'll have to help me out a bit," Raven said timidly. "Help me with knowing what to do with turning you on and whatnot."
There wasn't that big of a mystery behind it – get naked and up he goes! But for her benefit I pretended to consider and thoughtfully said a moment later, "You want to know what really turns me on?"
"Yeah?" Raven asked with a small, dazzling smile.
"Well, it's really a form of foreplay, but if you reach in the basket I'll tell you what to use," I instructed, nodding towards the only basket within sight on the bed.
She went over to the other end of the bed and artfully reached her hands into the weaved basket to pulled out a loaf of Hawiian bread a second later. Quizzically, she arched her eyebrows and asked, "So, what kind of sandwich do you want? I'm sort of craving bratwurst."
"I don't care," I shrugged, "but I'll throw in an extra nickle if you tickle my pickle."
"Just don't turn me in for prostitution."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
We both smiled before meeting for the kiss that started it all.
(A/N: Yay :D Traven at it's finest ;) I'm at my grandmother's house for a visit over summer and it always surprises me how many perverted thoughts come while I'm here... maybe I should get that checked out :) haha. But I'm beginning to write the next chapter already and I'm super proud I was able to get this out within a month's time (that is called progress). So leave a review and let me know what you think of Trevor's point of view :) Next one is back to Raven's though.)