WARNING: This chapter is basically all filler. No real content, but is leading up to good chapters, I promise! Most of the suggestions of yours I've already got planned into it. I'd let you know which ones, but that would give waaaay too much away.
And once again, you guys are so unbelievably AWESOME! Thanks so much for the kind reviews!
Right now, there are a ton of similar fics goting around the site. I promise, I'm not stealing from any of them, but great minds do think alike, so it ends up very similar. You should check some of them out: How to Deal by Proud-2B-Blonde, I'll be There by MudBloodPie and Gimme Danger by Linz005 (I have no permission from any of them to post their names here, so give them lots of awesome reviews, and hopefully, they'll forgive me.
(All in a whispery voice): Now, I have something very important to tell you all. Lean in close or the government might hear us. But I don't own these people, or this show, or the government.
Enjoy!
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"Wow, you look great," Spinner told me when I sat down across from him the pizza place.
"Thanks." Normally I would have made some stupid comment, but I decided to go for humble instead. I didn't know why he was saying that, though. I wasn't wearing any make-up and I had just put my hair in a ponytail. It couldn't have been the clothes either- I was just wearing a long-sleeved black v-neck top, and regular jeans, neither of which were tight or revealing.
After my incident with Mikey the night before, I had made a decision. I had to get control. And I had a plan for how I was going to do so.
"You look different," he said, studying me. Darn, I shouldn't have gone without make-up. "I don't know what it is."
"I'm not wearing any make-up."
"It looks good." I felt myself blush. I couldn't believe that I was blushing. I decided to put my plan into action.
"Do you want to come over after dinner?" I asked. He looked up, surprised. "I've still got the movie that we never finished the other day.
"I guess. Sure."
I wanted to throw in a little attitude, a little Paige-ness to make my next comments sound less serious, but I couldn't find them. "Spin, I haven't really been fair to you. I mean, you've been so awesome with this whole Dean thing, and I appreciate it, but I think it's time for me to start making up for it."
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Dinner was great, but I could barely sit through it. I was anxious to get back to my house. I had to see if I could finally get everything back. If I could be in the same room, have physical contact with someone and in control. So, when we got back and the movie I safely underway, I leaned over and kissed him. Hard.
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"You are so adorable."
"I am?"
"Oh yeah. Come here." He layed me down on the bed. It seemed a bit fast to be on the bed already. "Is this okay?"
"No. I mean, yeah." He kissed me fully on the lips, deeper than before. I didn't feel quite right. "Just take it slow, okay?" He kissed me even harder, then trailed down to my neck. Harder, and harder. This wasn't right. I tensed up. "Dean, I said slow."
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I fought the memories flooding my mind, and I leaned against him. He lied back, and I stayed on top of him. This was okay. I was in control.
Then why wasn't I breathing properly? Why did I feel so sick?
I pushed through my thoughts, my conscience, my memories, my uncomfortable physical reaction and just kept kissing him.
"Paige, hold on," he told me, pulling away gently. "Are you okay with this?"
I nodded, but didn't trust my voice.
"Then why are you shaking?"
I never got a chance to answer. The lights came on and I saw Mikey sanding in the doorway. I quickly got up. Spinner followed.
"Paige," he greeted in such a way that I couldn't read his tone. "Spinner."
"I should probably go," he told me as if it was some major discovery. "But we still need to talk."
"I'll call you tomorrow," I promised. He picked up his coat, said hi to Mikey, and a quick 'bye' from the doorway.
"I'm going to bed," I said softly and got up. When he didn't say anything, I started heading towards the stairs.
"Paige, wait." I turned around slowly, folded my arms across my chest and waited in a classic Paige-is-annoyed stance.
"What?" I asked. My tone didn't come out as annoyed as I had hoped.
"Can we talk?" Since mom wasn't here, I was expecting a lecture. Instead, he sounded like a friend. He was heading towards the kitchen. I followed and found him filling the blender with milkshake ingredients. I pulled up a stool at the counter.
"What do you want to talk about?" Still, not bratty enough to sound like me.
"Last night you said nothing was going on, then had a meltdown when I tickled you. Then today, I find you in the dark groping Spinner. Is something going on with him?" He put the lid on the blender and turned it on.
"Nothing is going on with Spinner."
"How about school?"
"School's fine."
"Cheerleading?"
"It's fine."
"Then what is it?"
"Why does something have to be wrong?!"
He turned off the blender, pulled out two glasses, and poured the contents into two glasses. He set one down in front of me before he spoke again. "Because as much as you may not believe this, I know you. And I know no matter how annoying, or manipulative, or catty, or just plain mean you can be, you aren't acting like yourself."
"Maybe I've just become a nicer person."
He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe," he allowed. "But you've never been self-conscious before. You've never looked so. . . so sad. And maybe at times you can be nicer than you usually are, but most of the time, you're distant, upset, depressed even."
"And you think that throwing out a bunch of adjectives is going to change whatever the mysterious illness that's changed my attitude?" There, that sounded a bit more like me.
He looked hurt. "Do whatever you want Paige. There's a message for you from Officer Collins."
I looked up, wondering what he knew. "What did it say?"
He shrugged. "Something about the charges against Don."
He had my attention now. "Do you mean Dean?"
"Could have been." He looked me straight in the eye. "Now do you want to tell me what's going on? Wasn't he the guy you were obsessing over a couple of months ago? Didn't you go out with him?"
"I kind of did." I looked at the milkshake in front of me.
"And the police are involved because?"
My stomach roiled. "Things got out of hand."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, not looking at him.
"Paige, did he touch you?"
My head shot up. "I said I don't want to talk about it!"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What aren't you getting?!"
"Just hot far did he take it?"
"Shut up!" I shouted.
"Paige. . ."
I picked up the glass from in front of me and hurled it at the cupboards. It shattered, spilling brown liquid all over the place.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, rushing over to the mess and reached for the paper towels. Tears sprung from my eyes. "I just- I. . ."
"It's okay," he told me, kneeling beside me, and putting his hand on my back. "I shouldn't have pushed you. Don't worry about the mess. I'll clean it up." He went for the paper towels, and realised we were out. "I'll get them. Why don't you take a bath or something?"
I nodded as he headed for the basement. And I headed towards my room. And all without him knowing about the piece of glass I had hidden in my hand.
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I have a poll for those of you who are brave enough to embarge on the mission that is giving a review: I have an idea for a chapter that goes PERFECTLY with a chapter I'm working on in my head. Do you guys find if I turn one chapter into a kind-of sonfic? (I won't tell you what the song is at the risk that it might influence your decision). If you don't lyrics in the chapter, I won't put them, or if you want them, I will.
And once again, you guys are so unbelievably AWESOME! Thanks so much for the kind reviews!
Right now, there are a ton of similar fics goting around the site. I promise, I'm not stealing from any of them, but great minds do think alike, so it ends up very similar. You should check some of them out: How to Deal by Proud-2B-Blonde, I'll be There by MudBloodPie and Gimme Danger by Linz005 (I have no permission from any of them to post their names here, so give them lots of awesome reviews, and hopefully, they'll forgive me.
(All in a whispery voice): Now, I have something very important to tell you all. Lean in close or the government might hear us. But I don't own these people, or this show, or the government.
Enjoy!
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"Wow, you look great," Spinner told me when I sat down across from him the pizza place.
"Thanks." Normally I would have made some stupid comment, but I decided to go for humble instead. I didn't know why he was saying that, though. I wasn't wearing any make-up and I had just put my hair in a ponytail. It couldn't have been the clothes either- I was just wearing a long-sleeved black v-neck top, and regular jeans, neither of which were tight or revealing.
After my incident with Mikey the night before, I had made a decision. I had to get control. And I had a plan for how I was going to do so.
"You look different," he said, studying me. Darn, I shouldn't have gone without make-up. "I don't know what it is."
"I'm not wearing any make-up."
"It looks good." I felt myself blush. I couldn't believe that I was blushing. I decided to put my plan into action.
"Do you want to come over after dinner?" I asked. He looked up, surprised. "I've still got the movie that we never finished the other day.
"I guess. Sure."
I wanted to throw in a little attitude, a little Paige-ness to make my next comments sound less serious, but I couldn't find them. "Spin, I haven't really been fair to you. I mean, you've been so awesome with this whole Dean thing, and I appreciate it, but I think it's time for me to start making up for it."
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Dinner was great, but I could barely sit through it. I was anxious to get back to my house. I had to see if I could finally get everything back. If I could be in the same room, have physical contact with someone and in control. So, when we got back and the movie I safely underway, I leaned over and kissed him. Hard.
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"You are so adorable."
"I am?"
"Oh yeah. Come here." He layed me down on the bed. It seemed a bit fast to be on the bed already. "Is this okay?"
"No. I mean, yeah." He kissed me fully on the lips, deeper than before. I didn't feel quite right. "Just take it slow, okay?" He kissed me even harder, then trailed down to my neck. Harder, and harder. This wasn't right. I tensed up. "Dean, I said slow."
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I fought the memories flooding my mind, and I leaned against him. He lied back, and I stayed on top of him. This was okay. I was in control.
Then why wasn't I breathing properly? Why did I feel so sick?
I pushed through my thoughts, my conscience, my memories, my uncomfortable physical reaction and just kept kissing him.
"Paige, hold on," he told me, pulling away gently. "Are you okay with this?"
I nodded, but didn't trust my voice.
"Then why are you shaking?"
I never got a chance to answer. The lights came on and I saw Mikey sanding in the doorway. I quickly got up. Spinner followed.
"Paige," he greeted in such a way that I couldn't read his tone. "Spinner."
"I should probably go," he told me as if it was some major discovery. "But we still need to talk."
"I'll call you tomorrow," I promised. He picked up his coat, said hi to Mikey, and a quick 'bye' from the doorway.
"I'm going to bed," I said softly and got up. When he didn't say anything, I started heading towards the stairs.
"Paige, wait." I turned around slowly, folded my arms across my chest and waited in a classic Paige-is-annoyed stance.
"What?" I asked. My tone didn't come out as annoyed as I had hoped.
"Can we talk?" Since mom wasn't here, I was expecting a lecture. Instead, he sounded like a friend. He was heading towards the kitchen. I followed and found him filling the blender with milkshake ingredients. I pulled up a stool at the counter.
"What do you want to talk about?" Still, not bratty enough to sound like me.
"Last night you said nothing was going on, then had a meltdown when I tickled you. Then today, I find you in the dark groping Spinner. Is something going on with him?" He put the lid on the blender and turned it on.
"Nothing is going on with Spinner."
"How about school?"
"School's fine."
"Cheerleading?"
"It's fine."
"Then what is it?"
"Why does something have to be wrong?!"
He turned off the blender, pulled out two glasses, and poured the contents into two glasses. He set one down in front of me before he spoke again. "Because as much as you may not believe this, I know you. And I know no matter how annoying, or manipulative, or catty, or just plain mean you can be, you aren't acting like yourself."
"Maybe I've just become a nicer person."
He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe," he allowed. "But you've never been self-conscious before. You've never looked so. . . so sad. And maybe at times you can be nicer than you usually are, but most of the time, you're distant, upset, depressed even."
"And you think that throwing out a bunch of adjectives is going to change whatever the mysterious illness that's changed my attitude?" There, that sounded a bit more like me.
He looked hurt. "Do whatever you want Paige. There's a message for you from Officer Collins."
I looked up, wondering what he knew. "What did it say?"
He shrugged. "Something about the charges against Don."
He had my attention now. "Do you mean Dean?"
"Could have been." He looked me straight in the eye. "Now do you want to tell me what's going on? Wasn't he the guy you were obsessing over a couple of months ago? Didn't you go out with him?"
"I kind of did." I looked at the milkshake in front of me.
"And the police are involved because?"
My stomach roiled. "Things got out of hand."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, not looking at him.
"Paige, did he touch you?"
My head shot up. "I said I don't want to talk about it!"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What aren't you getting?!"
"Just hot far did he take it?"
"Shut up!" I shouted.
"Paige. . ."
I picked up the glass from in front of me and hurled it at the cupboards. It shattered, spilling brown liquid all over the place.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, rushing over to the mess and reached for the paper towels. Tears sprung from my eyes. "I just- I. . ."
"It's okay," he told me, kneeling beside me, and putting his hand on my back. "I shouldn't have pushed you. Don't worry about the mess. I'll clean it up." He went for the paper towels, and realised we were out. "I'll get them. Why don't you take a bath or something?"
I nodded as he headed for the basement. And I headed towards my room. And all without him knowing about the piece of glass I had hidden in my hand.
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I have a poll for those of you who are brave enough to embarge on the mission that is giving a review: I have an idea for a chapter that goes PERFECTLY with a chapter I'm working on in my head. Do you guys find if I turn one chapter into a kind-of sonfic? (I won't tell you what the song is at the risk that it might influence your decision). If you don't lyrics in the chapter, I won't put them, or if you want them, I will.