Chapter Six
The next morning I woke up surprisingly late. Probably because I didn't want to face Mom and her endless shower of bridal magazines. I hopped out of bed, remembering that I was in love!!! With Dom!!! I opened the door and started to run down the steps, when I ran into someone. I backed up a few steps, and standing there was Cleon.
"Oh....Cleon....so *nice* to see...you," I said. He smiled at me, then looked down.
"I might as well say this now," he said with a sigh. "I had to get four stitches, by the way." I closed my eyes.
"I'm so-"
"It's okay. I just came here to tell you that you can't keep doing this!!" I opened my right eye.
"Doing what?" Cleon shook his head.
"I think you know what I mean, Kel. You...and...Owen," he shuddered. I opened both eyes.
"What the hell??"
"You know, your.....*relationship*." I stood there for a second.
"Relationship? What relationship? Owen and I are JUST FRIENDS."
"Now, now, Kel, you can tell me the truth! No need to lie about the fact that he pays you a good amount to lay him every third Saturday."
"WHAT?!?!?!" Cleon nodded. "Who told you THAT???"
"Amelia, Owen's *ex*-girlfriend."
"And you believed that bitch? I didn't think you'd be able to stoop so low! Honestly, Cleon, me *sleeping* with Owen? You must be on pot, or something, to believe that load of shit that she's putting-" I started to laugh.
"What's so funny? You're reputation's on the line!" I kept laughing.
"Oh God, Cleon, just get outta here and find yourself a girlfriend!" He shrugged and went back down the stairs. My mother came up shortly after that, carrying a stack of Bridal Essence or whatever that was called.
"Hmm," she said. "What do you thik of for the bridesmaid dresses? Gray or blue chiffon...."
I was secretly seething inside about what Cleon hd just told me, so I headed over to the local skatepark, only after convincing my mother that blue chiffon was the best choice when it came to bridesmaid's dresses. Not that I cared, if course. I skated around, grinded some rails, jammed my finger, and all in all just had a good old time. Until Amelia showed up. A part of my mind wondered what she was doing at a skatepark, since she probably doesn't even know what a skateboard is. The other part was doing overjoyed backflips at the tought of finnaly being able to bitch-slap her to the burning flames of hell. I resisted the urge to give her the finger as she gracefully waltzed over to me.
"You're looking perky, Keladry," she said with a disapproving glare. "Or is it still the afterglow of that wild sex with Owen?" I calmed myself down.
"Oh yes, the afterglow is wonderful, isn't it? But, I suspect it's dim for you, since the glow kind of wears away after the 23rd time, you know?" She glared at me. I wished someone else would be here instead of the other skating dudes who were practically falling off their skateboards from a first glance at Amelia.
"Hey Kel!" I groaned inwardly. Owen. He ran up to us.
"Good afternoon, Owen," Amelia commented icily. He glared at her.
"Why don't you leave me alone, bitch!" He yelled. "I'm sick and tired of you and your whiny self, going around, spreading these stupid rumors about me and Kel! So, why don't you just shut up and get the hell out of my life, cause Kel would never do anything like that! Ever!" A stunned silence seemed to stretch through the park. Amelia opened her mouth as if to say something, then turned and left in a huff. "Wasn't that jolly! She told me she was gonna be around here, so I planned my speech! I sure got her!" I laughed.
"You sure did, Owen."
The next morning I woke up surprisingly late. Probably because I didn't want to face Mom and her endless shower of bridal magazines. I hopped out of bed, remembering that I was in love!!! With Dom!!! I opened the door and started to run down the steps, when I ran into someone. I backed up a few steps, and standing there was Cleon.
"Oh....Cleon....so *nice* to see...you," I said. He smiled at me, then looked down.
"I might as well say this now," he said with a sigh. "I had to get four stitches, by the way." I closed my eyes.
"I'm so-"
"It's okay. I just came here to tell you that you can't keep doing this!!" I opened my right eye.
"Doing what?" Cleon shook his head.
"I think you know what I mean, Kel. You...and...Owen," he shuddered. I opened both eyes.
"What the hell??"
"You know, your.....*relationship*." I stood there for a second.
"Relationship? What relationship? Owen and I are JUST FRIENDS."
"Now, now, Kel, you can tell me the truth! No need to lie about the fact that he pays you a good amount to lay him every third Saturday."
"WHAT?!?!?!" Cleon nodded. "Who told you THAT???"
"Amelia, Owen's *ex*-girlfriend."
"And you believed that bitch? I didn't think you'd be able to stoop so low! Honestly, Cleon, me *sleeping* with Owen? You must be on pot, or something, to believe that load of shit that she's putting-" I started to laugh.
"What's so funny? You're reputation's on the line!" I kept laughing.
"Oh God, Cleon, just get outta here and find yourself a girlfriend!" He shrugged and went back down the stairs. My mother came up shortly after that, carrying a stack of Bridal Essence or whatever that was called.
"Hmm," she said. "What do you thik of for the bridesmaid dresses? Gray or blue chiffon...."
I was secretly seething inside about what Cleon hd just told me, so I headed over to the local skatepark, only after convincing my mother that blue chiffon was the best choice when it came to bridesmaid's dresses. Not that I cared, if course. I skated around, grinded some rails, jammed my finger, and all in all just had a good old time. Until Amelia showed up. A part of my mind wondered what she was doing at a skatepark, since she probably doesn't even know what a skateboard is. The other part was doing overjoyed backflips at the tought of finnaly being able to bitch-slap her to the burning flames of hell. I resisted the urge to give her the finger as she gracefully waltzed over to me.
"You're looking perky, Keladry," she said with a disapproving glare. "Or is it still the afterglow of that wild sex with Owen?" I calmed myself down.
"Oh yes, the afterglow is wonderful, isn't it? But, I suspect it's dim for you, since the glow kind of wears away after the 23rd time, you know?" She glared at me. I wished someone else would be here instead of the other skating dudes who were practically falling off their skateboards from a first glance at Amelia.
"Hey Kel!" I groaned inwardly. Owen. He ran up to us.
"Good afternoon, Owen," Amelia commented icily. He glared at her.
"Why don't you leave me alone, bitch!" He yelled. "I'm sick and tired of you and your whiny self, going around, spreading these stupid rumors about me and Kel! So, why don't you just shut up and get the hell out of my life, cause Kel would never do anything like that! Ever!" A stunned silence seemed to stretch through the park. Amelia opened her mouth as if to say something, then turned and left in a huff. "Wasn't that jolly! She told me she was gonna be around here, so I planned my speech! I sure got her!" I laughed.
"You sure did, Owen."