Turning up the concrete driveway to Serena's two
story house, Darien stopped the car. He turned to Serena who
was adjusting her baseball cap, making sure no hair escaped
it.
"Time to go Sere," he said, watching her amused. Ever
since Serena turned 16, she always wore that cap and never
stopped adjusting it. It was kind of amusing to see that in
some kind of twisted way Serena was worried about her hair.
"Thanks Dare, I'll see ya tomorrow. Don't forget the
basketball game," she said, hopping out of the jazzy red
convertible.
Darien was halfway out of the driveway when he heard
Serena call out to him.
"Hey Dare! You want to come in for a snack or drink or somethin'?"
Darien smiled and shook his head. "No thanks," he
yelled over the sound of his engine, "I'll see ya tomorrow,"
and honked as he headed out of the driveway.
That was Sere, and she had been one of his best
friends since forever. To him, she was just one of the guys.
He never thought of her outside of that. Serena wasn't any
ordinary girl to him, she was even better. She was Sere, the
male female. Not that he didn't consider her a girl, but you
just couldn't think about Serena that way. She wasn't one of
those female types who flirted and flitted about. The one's
with the luscious bodies, and curves. Serena hardly had any
curves and she should have been born male.
Turning up the radio he drove on toward his house.
Standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom,
Serena looked over herself. Still dressed in her football
garbs, Serena was muddy and wet. She pushed forward to give
herself a better view and then frowned. She was ugly and
there was nothing she could do about it. Her violet eyes were
okay but her nose was too big and took up her whole face. Her
mouth was too big and her ears were too small.
Frowning at her reflection, Serena threw off her
baseball cap and stared at her golden hair. It ran down her
back and reached mid thigh in waves and curls and this was
the only thing Serena liked about her appearance.
A year ago, when she had noticed that her hair was
somewhat long, she decided not to cut it. She didn't want
anyone thinking she was feminine or something. That would
ruin everything. Especially, since she secretly wanted to
look like a female.
She would always look wistfully at the full figured
supermodel-looking girls that her friends went out with and
hated herself for it. She felt as she was betraying herself.
She was supposed to be Serena and she was not supposed to be
all prissy and sissy like those other females at her school.
But nor could she deny the fact that she actually wished she
had a figure like that or that some guy would look at her
like they looked at Mina Charleston, one of the supermodels
of her school.
Shaking the thought out of her head, Serena took off
her shirt and looked at her red line across her chest, over
the tape. Slowly, so it wouldn't hurt, Serena took the tape
off her chest. She had decided a long time ago that she
didn't need boobs interfering when she was with her friends,
and they were uncomfortable to play football with. They were
also too big for her liking and she taped them down every
day.
She looked into the mirror again. Her boobs were way
too big. She wore a thirty-six C which was getting harder and
harder to tape down every day.
Serena glared at her reflection which was not to her
liking. She didn't look like a girl but she didn't look like
a guy. She was just an it. She wanted to be like the other
girls at her school, not some disfigured IT!! And, she was
too ugly to try. When the tears filled her eyes, Serena
viciously wiped them away. Crying was for sissies. She never
cried.
In anguish, Serena ran to her bed, jumped under the
covers and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn't be dreaming
about being pretty again. She couldn't and never would be
considered pretty.
The school was crowded and Serena sighed. She didn't
like to be crowded, pushed in a group. There was never enough
air. Especially at lunchtime.
She was only sixteen, didn't have a car, and stuck on
the school campus for lunch today. All the guys had probably
already gone to lunch. She sighed again, adjusting her blue
cap and walking toward the cafeteria.
She was halfway down the long line when she felt
someone tap her one the shoulder. She glared, sucked in a
breath about to spit fire when she turned to see that it was
Darien.
"Yo Dare."
"Hey Meatball head." He smirked at her, his blue eyes
light with humor. He looked so nice at the moment that Serena
actually gave a thought to her appearance. With her boyish
hat and light freckles, she looked like a boy at the moment.
No curves could be seen in her loose fitting brown t-shirt
and baggy jeans. Stop it, she scolded herself, then lifted an
eyebrow at him.
"What are you doing here at lunch?"
He rolled his eyes. "I thought you and I had a game
of basketball on schedule but hey, if you don't want to-"
"No way, I'm up for it."
"Alright, meet me at the courts."
Serena nodded, then watched him walk away. She sighed
into her turkey sandwich. Realizing her thoughts, Serena
looked back at Darien's retreating form with owlish eyes.
Since when had she looked at him in this way?? She shook her
head, laughing at herself. He was just Dare, her best friend.
But the same thought was lingering on her mind when
she entered the basketball court. She saw him there, playing
with a couple of other guys. He turned and looked at her,
then smiled. And the whole world shook. She stopped suddenly
and looked at Darien like she never had before. His jet black
hair fell over his eyes, and her hands itched to push it
away. He had a strong jaw, midnight blue eyes, a charming
smile and his nose was handsomely crooked from a broken nose
she had given him years before. Why hadn't she noticed this
before? When other girls said that Darien was a hunk, Serena
just thought of them as crazy blind females, but now she
suddenly saw him as every other girl saw him. He was
gorgeous.
She looked him up and down with her eyes, seeing his
full six pack through his tight white t-shirt. She had seen
his chest so many times and never gave a second thought but
now she was noticing. He was sleek like a panther or tiger.
Graceful and agile enough for one not to expect the attack.
When her eyes returned to his face, she found herself
looking back into his eyes. She blushed, there was no way she
could stop it. He had caught her and she had to think fast or
she could be ruined. She smiled, bravado etched into her
poise like a label.
"You ready to play??"
"Yes…" he trailed off, not sure what to say. Did he
or did he not just see Serena the she-male, checking him out?
"Serena-" He started but she was already off towards the
court.
He shook his head, laughing at his thoughts. Serena,
she wasn't that type of girl. She was so much like a guy, it
would be impossible for her to be checking him out at the
moment. She wasn't gay or anything but Serena was Serena. And
she would not be checking anyone out at the moment.
He laughed out loud as he walked after the retreating
Serena.
story house, Darien stopped the car. He turned to Serena who
was adjusting her baseball cap, making sure no hair escaped
it.
"Time to go Sere," he said, watching her amused. Ever
since Serena turned 16, she always wore that cap and never
stopped adjusting it. It was kind of amusing to see that in
some kind of twisted way Serena was worried about her hair.
"Thanks Dare, I'll see ya tomorrow. Don't forget the
basketball game," she said, hopping out of the jazzy red
convertible.
Darien was halfway out of the driveway when he heard
Serena call out to him.
"Hey Dare! You want to come in for a snack or drink or somethin'?"
Darien smiled and shook his head. "No thanks," he
yelled over the sound of his engine, "I'll see ya tomorrow,"
and honked as he headed out of the driveway.
That was Sere, and she had been one of his best
friends since forever. To him, she was just one of the guys.
He never thought of her outside of that. Serena wasn't any
ordinary girl to him, she was even better. She was Sere, the
male female. Not that he didn't consider her a girl, but you
just couldn't think about Serena that way. She wasn't one of
those female types who flirted and flitted about. The one's
with the luscious bodies, and curves. Serena hardly had any
curves and she should have been born male.
Turning up the radio he drove on toward his house.
Standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom,
Serena looked over herself. Still dressed in her football
garbs, Serena was muddy and wet. She pushed forward to give
herself a better view and then frowned. She was ugly and
there was nothing she could do about it. Her violet eyes were
okay but her nose was too big and took up her whole face. Her
mouth was too big and her ears were too small.
Frowning at her reflection, Serena threw off her
baseball cap and stared at her golden hair. It ran down her
back and reached mid thigh in waves and curls and this was
the only thing Serena liked about her appearance.
A year ago, when she had noticed that her hair was
somewhat long, she decided not to cut it. She didn't want
anyone thinking she was feminine or something. That would
ruin everything. Especially, since she secretly wanted to
look like a female.
She would always look wistfully at the full figured
supermodel-looking girls that her friends went out with and
hated herself for it. She felt as she was betraying herself.
She was supposed to be Serena and she was not supposed to be
all prissy and sissy like those other females at her school.
But nor could she deny the fact that she actually wished she
had a figure like that or that some guy would look at her
like they looked at Mina Charleston, one of the supermodels
of her school.
Shaking the thought out of her head, Serena took off
her shirt and looked at her red line across her chest, over
the tape. Slowly, so it wouldn't hurt, Serena took the tape
off her chest. She had decided a long time ago that she
didn't need boobs interfering when she was with her friends,
and they were uncomfortable to play football with. They were
also too big for her liking and she taped them down every
day.
She looked into the mirror again. Her boobs were way
too big. She wore a thirty-six C which was getting harder and
harder to tape down every day.
Serena glared at her reflection which was not to her
liking. She didn't look like a girl but she didn't look like
a guy. She was just an it. She wanted to be like the other
girls at her school, not some disfigured IT!! And, she was
too ugly to try. When the tears filled her eyes, Serena
viciously wiped them away. Crying was for sissies. She never
cried.
In anguish, Serena ran to her bed, jumped under the
covers and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn't be dreaming
about being pretty again. She couldn't and never would be
considered pretty.
The school was crowded and Serena sighed. She didn't
like to be crowded, pushed in a group. There was never enough
air. Especially at lunchtime.
She was only sixteen, didn't have a car, and stuck on
the school campus for lunch today. All the guys had probably
already gone to lunch. She sighed again, adjusting her blue
cap and walking toward the cafeteria.
She was halfway down the long line when she felt
someone tap her one the shoulder. She glared, sucked in a
breath about to spit fire when she turned to see that it was
Darien.
"Yo Dare."
"Hey Meatball head." He smirked at her, his blue eyes
light with humor. He looked so nice at the moment that Serena
actually gave a thought to her appearance. With her boyish
hat and light freckles, she looked like a boy at the moment.
No curves could be seen in her loose fitting brown t-shirt
and baggy jeans. Stop it, she scolded herself, then lifted an
eyebrow at him.
"What are you doing here at lunch?"
He rolled his eyes. "I thought you and I had a game
of basketball on schedule but hey, if you don't want to-"
"No way, I'm up for it."
"Alright, meet me at the courts."
Serena nodded, then watched him walk away. She sighed
into her turkey sandwich. Realizing her thoughts, Serena
looked back at Darien's retreating form with owlish eyes.
Since when had she looked at him in this way?? She shook her
head, laughing at herself. He was just Dare, her best friend.
But the same thought was lingering on her mind when
she entered the basketball court. She saw him there, playing
with a couple of other guys. He turned and looked at her,
then smiled. And the whole world shook. She stopped suddenly
and looked at Darien like she never had before. His jet black
hair fell over his eyes, and her hands itched to push it
away. He had a strong jaw, midnight blue eyes, a charming
smile and his nose was handsomely crooked from a broken nose
she had given him years before. Why hadn't she noticed this
before? When other girls said that Darien was a hunk, Serena
just thought of them as crazy blind females, but now she
suddenly saw him as every other girl saw him. He was
gorgeous.
She looked him up and down with her eyes, seeing his
full six pack through his tight white t-shirt. She had seen
his chest so many times and never gave a second thought but
now she was noticing. He was sleek like a panther or tiger.
Graceful and agile enough for one not to expect the attack.
When her eyes returned to his face, she found herself
looking back into his eyes. She blushed, there was no way she
could stop it. He had caught her and she had to think fast or
she could be ruined. She smiled, bravado etched into her
poise like a label.
"You ready to play??"
"Yes…" he trailed off, not sure what to say. Did he
or did he not just see Serena the she-male, checking him out?
"Serena-" He started but she was already off towards the
court.
He shook his head, laughing at his thoughts. Serena,
she wasn't that type of girl. She was so much like a guy, it
would be impossible for her to be checking him out at the
moment. She wasn't gay or anything but Serena was Serena. And
she would not be checking anyone out at the moment.
He laughed out loud as he walked after the retreating
Serena.