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You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
Flash forward and we're taking on the world together
And there's a drawer of my things at your place
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes
Taylor Swift - Mine
Warning: This chapter is pointlessly long and may leave you severly frustrated and paranoid ; )
Okay, so this chapter took longer to put up because I originally wrote a few chapters ahead so I was prepared but now, I'm writing spontaneously so please, bare with me!
This chapter has a lot to take in I guess. From now on, expect the chapters to me intense because we're getting into the climax of this story!
So, you can tell I have rushed just a little part of this chapter, I just skipped a few days, it explains itself but I thought, why write a boring chapter when I could just summarize it?
And I'm really sorry I left you all hanging last chapter!
So, here you go, enjoy! : )
I became rigid in James' arms as my first initial thought lead to a picture of a furious Kendall standing merely meters away, watching as James had his arms around me as I stared into his eyes, quite a compromising position for the two of us.
Yet as I finally looked over to the figure, my heart hammering as a cold flush spread through my body when my eyes landed on the figure I relaxed, just a little.
Logan.
I jumped away from James and wiped my eyes quickly just in case any tears lingered and sniffled slightly, keeping my eyes locked onto the floor.
"I had a bad dream." I whispered fragilely.
"You expect me to believe that, Kendall is going to be fu- holy shit, are you crying?" Logan's sentence cut off as my eyes flew up to his at them mention of Kendall's name.
Great, now I look like a pathetic little girl.
My eyes quickly locked with the floor again as I hastily raked my hand through my hair and then clutched myself around the waist.
"She has been." James stated. "Look, Logan. Nothing happened, I would never do anything to upset Kendall, and you know that. I walked in here to get a drink and Echo was already in here. She looked up at me and tears were streaming down her face and then she started crying so I comforted her."
"…Are you okay?" Logan seemed to process the information for a few seconds, gauging James' body language and then his knowledge around what could've happened, though when he looked at me, saw the misery on my face his shoulders dropped and he seemed to relax a little, reaching out to me to see if I was alright.
"Fine, absolutely fine." I reassured them both, though deep down I was seeking to reassure myself more than anyone else in the room. "I'm going to get some air." I told them, dodging the awkward situation and conversation that would surely follow if I stayed rooted in the spot in the kitchen. I walked quickly out of the room and practically sprinted down the hallway out onto the deck outside of Gustavo's mansion.
As soon as I stepped outside, I instantly regretted it. As the wind whipped at my face and dusty rain got carried with the wind and covered my body in tiny droplets. All I could do was just shiver and hold myself as I sat down on the deck, brought my legs up to my chest and hold onto my legs.
I couldn't understand why more tears began to run down my face at an alarming rate. It was like my body knew some secret that was going to tear my life apart while my mind was just completely clueless.
I brought up one hand from my knees and pushed it through my now damp hair, balling my hand into a fist and clutching onto my hair as I did, the little snippets of the nightmare still lingered in my head.
"You're shivering." A voice suddenly appeared next to me.
James.
He walked out onto the deck, now at least wearing his button up zebra print top yet all the buttons were undone so his chest peeked out as he made his way over to me, sat down next to me and then suddenly wrapped a thick blanket around me.
I hadn't realized I was shivering. The cold just felt numb to my body after a while but I was extremely grateful for the blanket.
"Thanks." I croaked out.
"You're crying again."
"I know."
"Something shaken you up?" James asked and I nodded, clutching myself a little bit tighter as I sat next to him.
"Aren't you cold?" I asked him as I sniffled a little, James just sat next to me, his hair damp and his pajamas sprinkled with rain. He shrugged at my question.
"I'm not the one sitting in the rain in just shorts and a tank top."
"Touché."
"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to." James assured me though I could see it in his hazel eyes, he was begging to know but he just didn't want to pressure me.
"Promise you won't laugh?" I asked after a moment of silence and a mental fight to whether I really should talk about it, let alone to him or not.
"Why would I laugh about something that made you cry?" James murmured to me.
"I-I don't know." I replied a little shakily as another flash appeared in my head.
"Do you want to?"
"Uh… yeah." I took a deep breath and swallowed, looking down at the ground so I wouldn't break down. "It all started when I was 4, old enough to go to school and old enough to be able to understand basic ways of life. I was never an athletic kid, or a beautiful one, or smart. I wasn't even an average kid; I had nothing that I felt that I was good at. My first report card revealed that I was failing miserably and my teachers thought that I had dyslexia or something similar to autism. It was tough at school. I would be bullied at school and struggle through the day, only to come home to a big house with only one person in it. The one person I didn't want to be in there, my mother. Griffin would always be away on business looking for new, fresh things in the market which left my mother and me. It was at the age of 7 that it all started. It was minor at first but when I would come home, she would shout and scream at me, call me worthless. Make me do pointless chores and make life a living hell for me. Then, when I started in my early teens, it escalated. By then, I and she looked completely different; she has bleach blonde hair, fake nails, brown eyes, small lips and a pear-shaped figure. She lived in heels and revealing outfits. She is quite a short woman at 5ft 5 so when people looked at us they wouldn't believe that she was my mother. I couldn't believe it either. So at this age when I would come home, barely any friends at school, more of an outsider than anything it was just this one day, I had gotten into a vicious fight with another girl at school, she had teased me for being a girl who had AIDs who was adopted and had no real family. She criticized my ability at life and questioned to why I existed. I lost it, slapped her in the face which ended up being a bitch fight. So, when I got home and told her I had been suspended for three days she was absolutely livid, hurling abuse that I would never wish anyone to receive until she got so angry, she grabbed onto my arm, squeezing it so tightly that I cried out in pain and asked her to stop. She just glared at me, called me ungrateful and ugly as she slapped me in the face. I couldn't believe she had hit me and managed to wrench myself free of her hold and I ran out the door. I just kept running and running until I was completely lost. It was a dark, gloomy night that was bitter cold. People who I passed in the street ignored me and I began to question myself why I existed as I began crying and walking through streets that led to nowhere. Eventually, the police found me and brought me back home to where Griffin and my mother was, she fussed over me as I got in, pretending that she was worried. I woke up the next day with a big bruise on my arm. It just continued to get worse after that. I would turn up to school, sometimes with bruises, others with scrapes or cuts. When Asha was born, I got ignored quite a lot until Asha began to go to school, the abuse returned secretly. The last straw was when I was 16. She pushed me down the stairs 'by accident' and I broke my wrist. You know, it's funny because I always told myself, looking back that the things she did wasn't that bad and there are worse –which I'm sure there is- and yet, I didn't even speak to anyone about it. It was like I was disconnected from the world and I was like a puppet. The horrible thought of going home plagued my day and I couldn't concentrate on anything until I went to court to take Asha with me and disappeared with Aunt Hilda. I know Lisa hates me even more now because I took Asha away from her and I know that Lisa would never, ever hurt Asha because Asha is beautiful, bright steely eyes, small lips and a button nose, she's quite short and yet she has a talent for singing and dancing and she has this smile that lights up the room wherever she walks… And I just had a nightmare about my child life really…" Pretty much the whole way through I was speaking I was hiccupping as I tried to stop myself from crying until I finished. The tears didn't come out until I looked up to James from passing moments of silence and just the look in his eyes made me cry even harder.
The look in his eyes told me that I should've told Griffin and not let it go on, but he didn't say it, instead, he scooped me up in his arms and brought me to him. He rubbed my back again as I cried my eyes out once again, onto his chest.
And that's when it hit me. James isn't as prissy as I had always made him out to be, he was a warm-hearted, sensitive guy that just needed a chance.
Like I needed a chance to prove myself when I was a child.
This realization made me cry harder and as James continued to shush me in the rain I found myself wondering if this was a burden to him.
When the onslaught of tears finally ceased, I looked up to James who brought up his hands to wipe my eyes free of the remaining tears.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to him. "For being such a crybaby."
"Don't be. I know you don't cry a lot. I've never seen you cry, you needed this… you've never told anyone this, have you?"
"I've told Kendall vaguely but nothing like this."
"I feel honored."I smiled a little at him acting so humble. "If you ever want to talk about this ever again, I'm here, always. I promise." He told me with a truthful look in his eye. I nodded at him, swallowing and breathing deeply.
I had never been so thankful that someone had seen me so vulnerable until now.
I could see it clearly, it made James realize that everyone was human and there was a reason to why I was so bitchy and guarded.
"C'mon, let's get you back to bed." James told me, simultaneously standing up and bringing me up with him. I nodded, still clutching onto James like a teddy bear as I walked on shaky legs back down Gustavo's hallway and to the guys who were all sleeping soundly.
I let go of James and ran my hands over my face a few times.
"You sure you're okay?" James asked seriously, looking into my eyes.
"Thank you." I nodded, thanking him and then taking the few steps up to him and leaning up to his face, giving him a simple kiss on his cheek to show my thanks before turning around and lying next to Kendall, pulling the blanket that James had brought out over Kendall and I both and leaning down into his chest and closing my eyes.
No more words were spoken between James and me until we both fell asleep again.
Little did I know that in the early hours of the morning I ended up snuggling up to zebra print pajamas while I was asleep.
/
"Guys, wake up! Gustavo and Kelly are walking up the drive!" I awoke with a start at Logan's urgent voice. I groaned loudly against Kendall's chest, trying to bury my head further into his pillowy torso.
"I'm awake!" I heard Carlos exclaim.
"I am too." Kendall's chest rumbled.
"Echo, James, wake up."
"Fuck off." We both mumbled.
"Jeez, how come you two are so tired?" Carlos asked as James and I stretched and sat up. I yawned and rubbed my hand over my face, still half asleep.
"Because we like sleep." James said irritably to Carlos just as Gustavo's mansion doors flung open and him and Kelly came striding in.
"Hey, Gustavo!" Kendall called from the couch as their eyes set on us.
"We slept here because we didn't want to break anything." Logan said with a dazzling smile on his face. Gustavo looked at us as if we were acting suspicious as he looked around his hallways with his eyes as he stepped closer to him Fung statue thing.
"Monty." Gustavo called out with a deep voice, his hands outstretched, ready for Monty who jumped up into his arms.
"Nawww! Gustavo, you have such a cute kitty." I said to him, smiling as Monty jumped into Gustavo's arms.
"I know." He replied, still looking quite shocked that everything was in one piece. "Well then, I guess you are all free to go…" He trailed off, still looking around the mansion in wonder.
"Alright then, let's go guys." Logan said, getting up and grabbing his things, the four of us following suit.
"Wait everyone." Gustavo called out as we just about reached the door. We froze, hoping nothing had broken or Gustavo spotted something out of the ordinary.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"I just want to say… I …. I …." Gustavo couldn't seem to say what was on his mind but Kelly elbowed him, causing what he wanted to say spilling out of his mouth. "Like you all."
"Really?" Kendall asked.
"Yes…" Gustavo grumbled.
"Well… we like you too?"Logan said though it was more of a question.
"Bye then!" James exclaimed jumping us all into action as we opened Gustavo's mansion door and ran outside.
"You think he knows?" Carlos asked slightly worriedly as we piled into the limo, still in our PJ's.
"In about an hour probably." Logan assured us all.
"So what are we doing today, it's Saturday." Kendall said and literally as soon as he asked my phone went off in my bag. The guys stared at me as I fished through the bag to find out what my phone was alerting to.
Echo, fancy a girl's day? Out or in, you can choose. I know you're still at Gustavo's so come up to mine when you get back home.
It was a text from Camille.
"Well I'm having a day with Camille." I announced, putting my phone back in my pocket. "So you guys can have your guy time."
/
By the time we had gotten back to the Palm Woods and I had changed into white skinny jeans, a black tight tank and a grey knitted cropped cardigan, pulled my hair into a messy bun and put on a little eyeliner it was 11.30am
"See you sometime later, guys." I popped my head into 2J to say goodbye to the guys, they were playing dome hockey competitively with each other, shouting and howling at the others.
I rolled my eyes when the response I got was a resounding grumble from each of them, all too engrossed in their own game then to properly acknowledge me.
"Well, well, look who it is." I teased Camille as she opened her apartment door to me.
"I know I'm fabulous aren't I?" Camille acted dramatically, dumping the charade when I burst into light giggles.
"So, is it my choice to what we're doing?"
"Nope."
"But, you said in the text-"
"That was after I realized the dance is on Wednesday and we don't have our dresses yet."
"So, shopping?"
"Yup."
"Alright then, let's go." As we began to walk down the hallway and into the elevator Camille scrutinized my body language as I pressed the elevator button for the lobby floor.
"So, has Kendall asked you to either of the dances yet?" Camille asked.
"No, none of them yet. I'm not really a dance sort of person, more into parties."
"Who isn't?"
"Miss. Minnesota. Does she have to come to both of the dances?"
"She's the teacher."
"And a shitty one at that."
"You're just angry because Kendall hasn't asked you to the dance or the prom yet." Camille told me as the elevator doors opened and we walked into the parking lot.
"Can we take my car? I haven't driven it in ages." When I saw my little tatty car still parked up in the lot a smile spread over my face.
"Sure." I all but ran over to my red car –shit or not- it still was my car and I hadn't touched it since coming here. I smiled in delight as I opened the driver door and got in, Camille getting in the passenger side.
"Since when did you like Big Time Rush so much you'd buy their CD?" Camille asked when she caught a glance of the BTR CD on the dashboard as I stuck my keys in the ignition and the car came to life…. Surprisingly considering the state it was in and how old it is.
"It's Asha's." I told her with a pointed look.
"Suure it is…" Camille said sarcastically, a teasing smile on her face. "Talking about, Asha. I can see that you miss her a lot and I was thinking that maybe we take her and Katie out tomorrow, just the four of us."
"To do what? And where am I going?"
"Turn left here and then take the next right. I don't know, what are they interested in?"
"Shopping, dancing, singing, all that kind of stuff."
"How about bowling?"
"Bowling, really?"
"Crazy golf?"
"How about we just ask them what they want to do?"
"Keep on going straight on and then take the first exit from the roundabout. I guess that would be for the best."
"Hey, has Logan asked you to the dance or the prom."
"Ah… no."
"Really? I would've thought he would have you know, he's so hung up on you."
"He broke up with me, Echo."
"Just because he broke up with you doesn't mean he doesn't love you, maybe he did it to protect you or maybe he did it because he was scared of his feelings."
"Ooh, deep. Besides, someone else has already asked me."
"WHAT? WHO?" I instantly shrieked and shouted out.
"This guy."
"Does this guy have a name?"
"Second left then follow the road down, last right. Yes, yes he does."
"Which is..?"
"I'm not telling."
"Interesting name."
"Shush, Echo. Look, I haven't even said yes yet, but we've been on a few dates…"
"WHAT? And you didn't tell me? Wait, are you seriously considering this guy over Logan?"
"I don't know…"
"I always thought it was you and Logan all the way."
"But what if after prom, Logan leaves?"
"Why would he leave? He lives in Florida with the other guys in the Palm Woods silly. And I'm the one who had concussion."
"Shut up." Camille laughed lightly. "Just forget it, turn left now and then we're here."
"I better meet this guy at the prom."
"Oh, believe me, you'll be seeing a lot of me at the prom."
"Is that in a positive or negative way?"
"We'll see when the date rolls around…" Camille trailed off. "Hey, have you ever thought what you would do if the guys had to leave Florida?" Camille asked as I parked the car in a mall parking lot.
"Follow them like a stalker fan." I joked shutting off the engine and getting out of the car.
"No, I'm serious Echo, what would you do?"
"Jeez, why are you grilling me about so many depressing things, first Logan leaving and now all of the guys, I think you have issues, my friend. Besides, Kendall and the guys would never leave us and you know that."
"I guess. So we've got sports on Monday."
"What are we doing? Volleyball? Hockey? Basketball?" I asked as we walked into the main mall entrance.
"None, cross country."
"Long distance running?"
"Yeah, it's what we always do through the park."
"Running for two hours?"
"Yeah and Miss. Minnesota teaches the lesson."
"Fucking great."
"It won't be that bad." Camille assured me as she guided me into a dress shop. As soon as I walked into the shop I nearly gagged.
Pink filled every single thing in the room. Every single dress was a shade of pink. I honestly didn't know where to look.
"I hope it won't." I said as Camille walked over to a rack of shorter dresses, filing through them as I just stood next to her, absentmindedly looking around, secretly trying to find something that wasn't tainted with the colour pink.
"Why aren't you looking around?" Camille asked as she pulled out a considerably short heart-shape neckline dress with two vertical straps on each side. She then saw how short it was an immediately put it back.
"Have you seen what shop we're in?" I asked.
"A dress shop...?" Camille asked, moving over to another rack and I followed. She was filing through the dresses until she pulled out a pink ruffle dress that singed in at the waist and then flowed out. At the waist was a black belt with pink crystals in the middle and through half of the dress black lace intertwined with the design stretching over one side of the bust and over as a one shoulder strap. "Do you like this?" She asked me.
"Does it matter if I like it? Go try it on."
"Not for me, for you."
"Well… it's pink…" I began.
"Yes…"
"And that's pretty much it. I have a strict no pink or ruffles policy." I told her.
"Gee, why do you hate pink so much?"
"It's Lisa's favourite colour and all that she wears." As soon as I told her she understood.
"Oh, so looking in this shop is absolutely pointless?"
"Well not for you."
"I'm not too keen on pink, to be honest."
"Then why did you bring me in here."
"To look for dresses."
"Not pink ones." I told her and Camille understood that now was the time to get away from the ruffly, fluffy pink nightmare.
"So what type of dress are you looking for?" Camille asked me when we finally got out of the pink wonderland.
"Strapless, not pink, no ruffles, short but not so short that it makes me look like a tramp something that hugs my body but doesn't make me look like a hooker."
"So you're really not that picky then." Camille said sarcastically as she led me into another shop.
"Well what kind of dress are you looking for?"
"A dress."
"You've got to have one specific."
"A party type dress really. Nothing too fancy but nothing too boring. Something original." Camille said casually as she walked up to a rack of dresses.
This shop was a little better. The dresses were ranged and they were alright. However, there was a considerable amount of ruffles and nothing really caught my eye as I walked around the shop.
Who knew shopping for just a party dress would be so challenging.
20 minutes later, when I had finally looked around the whole store and found nothing that really sparked my interest I found Camille, just about to go into the changing rooms.
"Found something?" I asked, looking at the array of dresses she had on her arm.
"Yeah, I've found five I really like and, I found this one for you. I know you don't like ruffles but just try it on, please. For me?" Camille handed me a deep purple silky dress. It was short, but not too short, it wasn't pink, it was strapless with a heart-shape neckline, but the problem was the ruffles.
"Fine, I'll try it on. I won't buy it though." I grumbled to her, taking my dress into one of the cubicles and stripping quickly so I could get the thing off.
As I slipped it on I instantly felt uncomfortable as I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress made me look huge. It singed in at the waist but there were so many ruffles it made me look like I had something to hide underneath the dress.
"Camille, I hate this dress." I called over to Camille in the nest cubicle.
"I don't really like mine either." I heard her say as I opened the cubicle door and knocked on hers. She opened it up and I felt jealousy surge through my body.
Camille was wearing a tight fitting yellow dress that clung to her figure and made her look hot.
"Camille, you're hot." I told her, my eyes going wide.
"Thanks, but I don't have enough confidence to pull this dress off and I don't really like the colour yellow. It makes me look ill. You don't look that bad in ruffles, it just doesn't show off you're tiny waist fully." And that was all we said before we turned and returned to our cubicles. I got changed back into my jeans and cardigan. I put the dress back and when I came back Camille had her door open, staring at herself in a turquoise dress that was flattering but had no shape and reached her knees. It was plain but had a majorly plummeting neckline.
"No, not that dress, Camille. The yellow one looked better." Camille nodded in understand as I spoke to her in an honest tone. She closed her door again and I sat down against the wall, patiently waiting for Camille to come out in her next dress.
She then came out in a red dress, it was a simple classic plain dress that looked like she should be dancing the tango than going to a dance. She looked at me and I shook my head, sending her back into the changing room.
That was dress three.
Two more.
The next one was another red one, though it had spaghetti straps and had a few diamonds on the bust of the dress. It didn't plummet too much in the neckline and seemed to fit her nicely.
"I like it."
"I don't. The spaghetti straps are digging into my skin and the fabric is rubbing against my skin."
"So a no to that one then." It seemed like Camille wasn't having much more luck than I was with choosing a dress. They looked good on her, she just didn't like them herself.
"This is the last dress." She called as she came out.
Jesus Christ!
As Camille stepped out a huge grin spread on my face as I analyzed her figure. The dress was perfect for her. It was a two toned black and white dress. The bust area was heart-shaped and strapless. It was black and then as it went into the waist it looked like a belt of black transforming to white but it was just the fabric. Then the dress flared out a little, ending at her mid thigh in tiny ruffles that looked good on her.
"I swear if you don't buy that dress right here, right now I will run you over with my car." I said to her, unable to swipe the grin off of my face.
She was grinning giddily too, nodding and giggling slightly.
"This is the one." She said simply, turning in it once before walking back inside and getting changed back into her shorts and tee.
When she came out she held the black and white dress proudly in one hand and all the other rejects in the other. She put the rejects down and then made a beeline to the shoe section. She pulled out black peep toed pumps with a 4 inch heel and then grabbed a pair of diamond dangly earrings and black and white bangles to put on one arm before walking over to the till to pay for her items.
/
9pm we finally got back to the Palm Woods.
NINE!
You know why?
Because I couldn't find a fucking dress!
We spent the rest of the day searching for dresses for me, but to no avail. I tried on about 70 dresses, all to which weren't 'the one' for me.
I had pretty much lost all hope by the time 8.30 rolled around, hanging my head low.
"Camille, can we just go back to the Palm Woods, I'm bored and depressed now." I mumbled, dragging my feet towards the long line of shops that would take us to the exit.
"I guess so." She sighed irritably, angry that I hadn't found a dress.
"I'll just use one in my closet."
"But that just sucks, Echo. It's like a mini build up to prom, you go out and buy a dress! You don't take out whatever is in your…" Camille trailed off her sentence, causing me to look up at her in confusion.
"What's wrong?" As I asked the question her hand latched onto my forearm and she literally dragged me into a dress shop. "What the? Camille! What the hell are you doing? RAPE! SEXUAL ABUSE! SOMEONE HEL-"
"Look!" Camille cut off my cries and shouts by dragging me to the back of the store and pointing to a dress. She grabbed it off the rack and pushed it into my arms. Literally running over to the shoe area, asking me what size my feet were before bringing back a pair of velvet blue 3 inch stilettos, pearl drop earring that looked like they would reach down to my mid neck before forcing me into a cubicle to get changed.
I sighed irritably, tired of trying dress after dress after dress on as I stripped for what I was hoping to be the last time, whether I liked the dress or not. I put in the earrings then pulled the dress over me and zipped it up, slipping on the shoes and walking out to Camille.
"Echo…" Camille's eyes were wide and her jaw was slightly slackened as she stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Did you even look in the mirror?"
"No. Should I? Is it that bad?"
"Just look." I sighed doing as I was told and turning to the mirror.
Wow.
The dress was a deep, sea blue coloured dress that was strapless, had a heart-shaped neckline, hugged my body terrifically, was just a tiny bit on the short side and the heels matched the colour of the dress. The best thing was that even with hardly any make-up on and my hair scrunched up into a messy bun my eyes popped and I felt… sexy.
"Well…" Camille said. I didn't have to look at her to know she was grinning broadly right now.
"It's perfect."
"Yes it is, now c'mon and let's buy it before the store closes."
And that's how I got my dress for the dance.
On the way home we were both grinning fools, I even put Big Time Rush on and sang along happily with Camille to each of their songs, something I never envisioned I would do but hey, if you're happy and you know it you sing –not clap in this occasion otherwise I would crash and we would be dead-
"You can sleep at mine and keep your dress in my room. I don't want Kendall seeing it at all." Camille told me as I pulled up to the Palm Woods. Parking in the lot and killing the engine, grabbing my bags as did Camille and walking inside with her.
"Okay, thanks, Camille, I appreciate it. I think that shopping trip was a success." I said smiling as we walked into the lobby and into the elevators.
"You wait until we go prom dress shopping." Camille said
/
The rest of the night snapped by. As soon as we were in her bedroom I rang up Asha to see if she was free tomorrow and she was, she seemed excited we were going to do something together. I texted Kendall telling him I was with Camille for the night then I was with Asha, Katie and Camille tomorrow. We went to bed around 11 –me borrowing some of Camille's PJ's- because we were so tired.
And then, before I knew it Sunday whizzed by. Camille, Asha, Katie and I had a great day out. We ended up going to the movies –which Asha and Katie ate their own weight in chocolate- and then crazy golf that Katie won in.
I came last.
Then afterwards I drove down to the beach and we chilled on the beach, did a little bit of shopping and had ice creams in the sun.
Asha and Katie ran around doing whatever 10-year-olds do while Camille and I just sat and talked –which she kept referring to the guys going somewhere which was starting to freak me out-
And then, we dropped Asha and Katie back at Griffin and Lisa's. I had a quick chat with Griffin. He apologized for singing me up for yet another thing that I didn't want to do and we had a talk about how I was and how Kendall and I were 'getting along.'
Apparently, Lisa was on a business trip for a while, thankfully, so I didn't have to see or speak to her.
When Camille and I reached the Palm Woods again it was 11pm and we were both beyond tired.
Camille gave me a hug and said she'd see me tomorrow as we departed and I got off at the 2nd floor. I attempted to be quiet as I got back in the apartment, slightly surprised that there was no one to greet me –and by that I mean playing video games- when I came in and the apartment was surprisingly quiet. I tip toed over to Kendall's room and opened the door quietly, closing it behind me.
"Kendall?" I whispered out to see if he was awake.
No response.
I crept over to him as he had his naked back to me. As I walked round the edge of the bed I was greeted with a sleeping Kendall, a happy little smirk on his face.
I giggled to myself as I began to strip. He looked so peaceful and serene yet I would bet he's probably not having innocent dreams, it's Kendall, he's never, ever innocent.
As I slipped into the covers I snuggled into his chest and kissed his cheek softly before laying my head under his and closing my eyes.
/
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP-
"Kendall." I groaned into his chest as the next day rolled around and I was unpleasantly awoken by his alarm.
"What?" He mumbled.
"Shut that alarm the fuck off, please!" I begged into his chest, squeezing my eyes closed as a pathetic attempt to block out the constant noise.
"Alright, Alright, stop acting so prissy." Kendall chuckled leaning over to the alarm and shutting it off.
"Shush, I don't act prissy." I told him pouting as we both stretched and he yawned.
"Sure and I'm secretly a hermaphrodite."
"Psh, it's no secret that you have both a penis and a vagina." I told him giggling at his reaction and rolling out of the bed before he could grab for me.
"Well to you, you're well aquatinted with both of them." Kendall joked, hoping off the bed and stalking towards me, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me closer to him. "I didn't hear you come in last night."
"You were pretty much dead." I teased. "I spoke to Griffin when I dropped off Asha and Katie."
"And..?" Kendall prompted me.
"Well, he said that Lisa is on a business trip and it kills me that he doesn't know she's cheats on him. Kendall…" My eyes suddenly watered up just a little. "I'm not just worried for him, I'm worried for Asha, I mean, she doesn't look anything alike Griffin…" My lip began to tremble and Kendall looked shocked at the sudden emotion change.
"Hey, hey, hey." Kendall murmured to me, stroking my hair. "Now, what's wrong with you?"
"It's just I see how my parents argue behind closed doors over things and yet Griffin is completely clueless to the fact that she cheats on him every goddamn day. I mean, what if Asha isn't my real sister and isn't his daughter. I mean, I see my parents and then I look at me and-"
"Shhh, you're bound to get a little emotional over this. We'll work it out, together okay? I'm going to be with you every step of the way, I promise. And, I promise you that we will never end up like your parents, okay? I know that's why you're guarded but I appreciate your strength, Echo. You're a beautiful, strong girl. The things you've been through must've been tough. So, is it enough for me to promise you that I'll we'll never end up like your parents and I'll be with you every step of the way, whatever road we go down." I was shocked Kendall was opening up to me yet again. His promises were sincere which made me scared. How can someone live up to such a promise? I nodded nevertheless, sniffling a little, thankful I didn't start crying and looking up into his big green eyes.
"I love you." I whispered to him.
"I love you too." He kissed my forehead then gave me a sweet, compassionate kiss on the lips. Nothing rushed or rough, just slow and gentle. "Now, c'mon. We've got sports." Kendall reminded me about school when the kiss ended.
"I'll go get changed. Meet you in 20." I told him, giving him another kiss on the lips before walking out of the apartment and into 2K.
Silence greeted me, which meant Debra was asleep as Katie was with Asha at Griffin's meaning she didn't have to get up early. I made myself a bagel as quietly as possible before getting changed into black short shorts and a tight red tank top. It sounds trampy but the shorts actually covered my ass and covered some of my thigh, if I was going to be running for 2 hours I wasn't going to do it in running pants.
The sun was peaking in through the blinds as I walked out of my room, pulling my hair into a quick ponytail as I ate the bagel and walked out of 2K.
Kendall was waiting for me, leaning against the wall of the hallway, doing nothing in particular. The green tight wife beater he was wearing didn't really make me want to go and do running with him for 2 hours, no, I had a better sporting exercise in my head playing out like a movie. His running pants hung low on his hips which didn't help my not so child friendly thoughts.
"Ready?" He asked me when I closed 2K.
"Yup, let's go do some labor." I joked. Kendall grinned humorously as our hands twined together.
"You know it won't be that bad." Kendall told me as the elevator doors closed.
"For you maybe. Let me just remind you that she hates me!"
"Psh, she doesn't hate you… just strongly dislikes you."
"Because that sounds any better." I told him stubbornly folding my arms and striding out of the elevator as the doors opened.
"Hey, don't blame it on me just cause she hates you."
"SEE! I knew she hated me."
"Echo, I was only doing it to get you angry?"
"Honestly, Kendall, why do you make it your intention to get me so goddamn frustrated."
"Because frustration equals sexual frustration equals angry sex equals happy Kendall." Kendall said smugly. Though he said it just before we reached our class who were all warming up and stretching outside so all I could settle for was a dirty look.
"Right, well we are all here now." Miss. Minnesota called everyone around. "Okay, we are going to do an hour of cross country and then we are going to do a pair exercise, three-legged cross country. So, I want you to run a good run for the first hour then you have a 5 minute break and then we pick pairs and go ahead on the same route just with a person tied to your ankle."
Sounds…exhilarating?
Who the hell does three-legged cross country?
"Everybody clear?" Murmurs of agreement to her question filled the outside Palm Woods park. "Just follow the track round, you're all going round in a circle basically. Get into position!" She called out. I jumped next to Camille and away from Kendall, giving him a dirty look when he passed me to stand next to James, Carlos and Logan.
"On your marks."
"Has he asked you yet?" Camille asked as everyone got into position.
"Get set."
"No, instead he's promised we'll never end up like my parents and that he'll be with me whatever road we go down together, every step of the way."
"WHAT?"
"Go!" As people began jogging at a good pace I attempted to lose Camille, not really wanting to talk about how Kendall wouldn't ask me to the dance or the prom, plus she seemed angry Kendall had promised that.
Why the hell would she be angry?
"Echo! Stop trying to run away from me, you're going to use up all your energy." I heard Camille call out as I stayed glued into the middle of our class, merging in with the few familiar faces I knew.
"Stay away from me you molesterer!" I shouted feebly back.
I wish I had listened to Camille and stored my energy, I really did.
By the second lap Logan, James, Carlos, Asha, Kendall, Katie and Camille all passed me easily, hardly breaking sweat while I had begun to pant a little bit.
"Echo! C'mon, speed it up! You're last! You have no stamina!" I resisted the urge to flip the finger at Miss. Minnesota as I passed her for the third time on my third lap while everyone else was on their 4th, possibly 5th.
Yeah, running was never my strong point.
But then again, I have no strong point so it's no surprise really.
Seriously, how can marathon runners or even runners do this for a freaking living?
It sucks!
As I passed the nearby forest I did a tiny little praise the lord in my head, I was halfway round this lap, well, that was until I was pulled into the forest, dragged into a deeper part where no one was around and my wrists were pinned above my head.
"Damn, you're slow."
"Shut the hell up, Kendall. What do you want?" I asked, panting slightly still. He grinned at my bitchy attitude, leaning closer to my body and bringing his lips up to my ear.
"You." He whispered. As his breath hit my hot skin I shivered, biting my lip at his attitude. He pushed me further into the tree as he dipped his head, leaving kisses down my salty skin, he was taking full advantage that I was only wearing a strappy top, already moving one hand from pinning my arms to slide both the top strap and my bra strap off one shoulder. As his hand brushed over my shoulder and the straps fell off my shoulder I finally realized what we –he- was doing and where we were.
"Kendall, no, we can't." I warned him, looking around the forest area, genuinely a little apprehensive –if possible, a tiny bit scared- at what Miss. Minnesota would do to me if she found Kendall and me in this compromising position or in a very compromising position.
He chuckled into my ear, sending more shivers riveting through my body.
"You always say no yet we always end up having sex." The kisses he laid across my exposed shoulder and collar bone were precise and I was fighting with my body to whether I should do this.
His lips were so tantalizing and hot and sensual…
"No, no, no." I protested in a small whisper. "It's dangerous."
"It's thrilling." Kendall told me in a risky voice, sliding his hand over to my other shoulder and playing with the straps their as his kisses reached my jaw.
"…K…Kendall, we… can't." I had to focus on what I was saying and not gasping out in pure pleasure as the tank top was pulled down to my waist and my bra straps were slackened, leaving my breasts open to the air which was quite chilly for Florida because of the time which had an instant effect on my nipples, hardening the buds and making me bite my tongue as an attempt not to encourage Kendall.
"Don't resist it." There was Kendall once again, convincing me to go with it as his hands skimmed up my ribcage to pinch both my nipples in unison. I took in a deep breath and bit my lip as he continued to play with my breasts. My body agreeing with Kendall –as always- whole heartedly. Sending each touch, each tiny pleasurable feeling straight into the one slick channel, lubricating the apex of my thighs as I struggled to form a word without nearly gasping or moaning.
Then his hands disappeared from my breasts, only to appear at my behind, squeezing it roughly before picking me up against the tree and locking my legs around his waist.
I would have to have major issues not to notice Kendall's clear, large arousal pressed against my inner thigh as his kisses returned, showering my neck and face until he finally touched my lips with his. He forced his tongue into my mouth as he thrusted into my core, creating a friction barrier that I was beginning to enjoy more and more by the second. My hands came up to his hair as our tongue collided and danced around in my mouth.
As more and more of Kendall's body pressed against mine and the more I got involved with our activities both of our libido grew.
Kendall always made it hard to resist.
As my tongue began to move against his more forcefully and my hips met his Kendall knew he had won… yet again.
As I ran my now free hands down Kendall's clothed torso and into his pants he grinned into the kiss. I broke it and kisses down his neck as my hands wrapped around his member firmly and he hissed in delight. My lips moved back up his neck as my hands moved in a teasingly slow pace up and down his manhood.
"Mmm, Kendall." I whispered into his ear, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke and I squeezed him lightly in my hands causing another hiss to escape Kendall's lips.
His response was to squeeze my ass and thrust his hips forward at an attempt to hurry up my strokes but I was in no hurry.
"Don't rush it; I thought you wanted your foreplay." I told him, reversing our normal roles. As I finished my sentence I bit his earlobe firmly and moved one hand to fondle with his balls though my pumping stayed as a slow, stroking rhythm.
"Echo." He clearly meant my name to come out as a threat to all the teasing but it came out as a strangled moan from my ministrations that hadn't ceased to turn me on just as much as him. My thighs were trembling and burning but I wanted to ever so desperately give Kendall a little of his own medicine.
"Something wrong?" I asked Kendall in a feigned, innocent voice, brushing my hand feathery over the head of his shaft as the strokes and touches continued in no new form.
"Fuck foreplay." He said throatily, out of the blue. Wrenching my shorts down my legs, the same with his pants and underwear and in one fluid motion, entering me in a vicious way. As I gasped out and my pussy throbbed and grew slicker I was delirious at the speed he was fucking me against the tree. Hard, rough thrusts in and out of my core, not even giving me a chance to do anything he continued to just hammer me against the tree, his eyes intent on watching me orgasm and my hands balled into fists as the tingling sensation spread through my body and I began to pant, enjoying the long stream of pleasure that filled my bloodstream.
"Ooh, Kendall. Fuck! Ugh! Right- right there! Yes! Oh yeah!" I whimpered out as the skin slapping filled my hearing and Kendall didn't show any signs of slowing down, drilling me into the tree as both an experience and a lesson for me. As my legs locked Kendall's hips closer to my core and my breasts began to bounce with the sheer animalistic way Kendall was entering me, my who legs were trembling and my body was just a constant hysteric hum of unimaginable pleasure coursing through my body as my walls began to clench for longer and I bit my lip harder. Kendall groaned into my neck, squeezing my behind and bringing another hand to pinch my right nipple until the point of unbearable pain and at the brink of an orgasm.
"Kendall! Oh, God! I'm so close!" I moaned to him as he forced his hips to collide with mine in a throw of limbs and pleasure.
"Shit, Echo, so goddamn tight." He moaned. My pussy made a violent clench at the sound of Kendall talking dirty. He began kneading my breast and hitting my core with his cock harder and harder after each thrust leaving me breathless, unable to form a word, just animalistic sounds as Kendall continued to screw me against a tree which was beginning to feel a long time but I was definitely not going to complain in this position.
My body was so close to the orgasm and it only took a slightly slip of me further down the tree for Kendall just hit me that little bit deeper making my vision explode and me to stop breathing for a few moments.
"Oh, fuck! Shit, shit shit! Kendall!" I shouted out, writhing against his body and the tingling and the throbbing merged together to create a powerful orgasm that milked Kendall, draining him straight away and still continuing to try to milk him a couple of minutes after the sex.
Both of our breathing was very heavy and we were both covered in swear, a lot more than we did to start with. My body took a few seconds longer to stop contracting around Kendall's cock and the few extra seconds were needed to catch my breath.
"Fuck…" Was the only thing I could whisper in awe, letting my forehead drop against Kendall's shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of being whole with Kendall inside of me.
"See what I said, angry sex is always the best." He whispered in my ear, sending kisses around it and down my neck.
"That sex hasn't got anything on shower sex." I managed to huff out in pants as he pulled out of me –even though this sex has drained me the most out of any other sex and it was 'the best' shower sex was just so unique and it felt so special and unique it made my stomach churn in a good way and my body to react just thinking back to our colliding wet bodies.
"If you say so." Kendall, being the ever gentleman he was, helped me get changed as I was in clear need of it.
"Thanks." I said to him when we were both fully clothed again, smiling at him.
"Anytime." Kendall said, actually meaning anytime as he signaled he meant what he said with a passionate kiss which had goosebumps erupt on my skin.
"I guess we should get back."
"Yeah, by now she's worried you haven't ran past he yet because she wants to hurl more abuse at you. It's nearly time to do the partner thing anyway." Kendall joked as he took a hold of my hand and lead me out of the forest and back onto the path of the park, creeping onto the path and bursting into a jog which was thankfully unnoticed by anyone else.
Kendall and I jogged side by side around the other half of the track. As Kendall either squeezed me ass or tried to sexually harass me I would try to outrun him, which in itself, is a failure.
I have the stamina of a slug.
By the time we got back to the start of the race, everyone was already back at the area. Miss. Minnesota had an accusing look at us when we finally reached her and the group, staring into my eyes for a few seconds until she began addressing the class.
"Right then, class. Now we have the running exercise. Now, choose your pairs." As Miss. Minnesota finished her sentence Kendall pulled me to him, kissing my forehead as his arm wrapped around my waist.
I knew it wasn't a question, I was with Kendall.
"I'm going to be choosing the pairs." Miss. Minnesota said suddenly, throwing an unneeded, pointed look in my direction for no reason!
What the hell? She just said… fucking bitch, going to put me with someone terrible.
"Camille and Logan, Carlos and Jennifer, Asha and Katie, Kendall and Jennifer, James and Echo."
She had to go there.
Camille and Logan shuffled together. Carlos jumped over to the dark haired Jennifer, Asha and Katie just grinned at each other, I growled under my breath as Jennifer –the blonde one- jumped over to Kendall, pushing he breasts against his frame and giggling at him as he stood next to her awkwardly.
I smiled at James as he walked over to me, rope in his hands.
"I swear, I you smack some duct tape on my face and start singing to me again I'll kick you in the balls." I warned him as he reached me. He chuckled, shaking his head at me.
"Easy there, I use my dick on a daily basis."
"Really? Do you suck it yourself?" I joked, though it came out more like an insult then anything. "Sorry, James… I didn't mean it like that." I sighed.
"I know it's because Jennifer is practically raping Kendall." James shrugged, bending down and tying our ankles together as I stared at Jennifer, bending over purposely in front of Kendall and practically harassing him in front of everyone.
"Why is she doing it when I'm standing over here?" I growled, mostly to myself.
"Because she knows you can't exactly run over to her with me tied to you and, she knows you're too good."
"Not a lot of people would associate the word good with me, James."
"You know you are." James told me as Miss. Minnesota called us over. It felt weird walking with James when he was attached to me.
"So, wait, am I moving my right first and then left or left and then right."
"You're single foot then 'our' foot."
"So right then left for me."
"You got it." James and I hobbled over to the start, laughing slightly when we bumped into each other or when I would trip up a little.
"On your marks… Get set… go." Miss. Minnesota called. James and I made a rocky start as I began to get everything wrong. As everyone sped ahead I kept bumping into James or nearly falling over
"Honestly, Echo, are you mentally retarded?" James joked when I fell into him for like the 6th time within the space of a minute.
"There is a slight possibility there." I grinned at him.
"So you were shopping for a dress yesterday with Camille."
"Indeed I was." I told him, finally beginning to find my feet as we finally worked into an even pace.
"So did you find a dress?"
"Indeed I did."
"Got a date?"
"Don't even get me started on that." I groaned loudly.
"What? Kendall not asked you yet?"
"No? He hasn't even brought the subject up!" I exclaimed.
"So it would be inappropriate for me to ask you to the dance?"
I'm not going to lie, I considered it. It's not as if it was the prom, Kendall hadn't asked me and James was enquiring about asking me.
"I would, James and I would like to, if I wasn't dating Kendall." I told him.
"So you're saying I would have a chance if you were single."
"Possibly."
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Don't you have a date to the dance?"
"I've been busy thinking about prom then the dance."
"Because the prom is more important?"
"Yeah… because it's more important…"
So another long chapter!
And… here is a tiny little snippet/what I have written so far for my next story!
Faith Pheonix. Just an average girl with a big dream to be a star. Yet, when the opportunity finally arises, she didn't expect she'd be auditioning for the Gustavo Rocque as a guy...
"AND WHO ARE YOU, JUSTIN BIEBER?" As the bug-eye devil shouted at me I found myself recoiling slightly.
I was standing, by myself on an empty stage, an microphone stand the only thing occupying it, with me standing behind it and clutching onto the stand and microphone for dear life.
"N-"I broke off my sentence to clear my throat for a deeper sound. "No."
"Well you sound like him! Who are you? How old are you?" He sat there with his assistant, behind his desk which was further away from me.
"I'm 17 and my name is...my name is..."
"Are you even sure you're in the RIGHT PLACE?"
"Yeah... I wanna be famous."
"You're not going to be if you CAN'T REMEMBER YOU'RE OWN NAME!"
"My name is... West..ly." I racked my brain for my name.
"YOU SURE?" His voice hit me violently.
"Y-yes." I stuttered, swallowing thickly.
"That sounds like a name I'd give to a dog! A disabled one." Yeah, this is not turning out as well as I had expected.
"Can I sing now?" I asked hesitantly.
"Well, do you have a last name?"
"Yes. It's Wil...berforce?" It sounded more of a cowardly question.
"Westly Wilberforce? You're kidding me right?"
"...No."
"Well does your mother hate you?"
"I-I don't think so..."
Yeah, so that's all I've really gotten so far, still fiddling around with the idea and the plot!
Review your thoughts on what you think and I'm sorry it's not that informative. : )