A/N Celeste POV!! Wow...Ch.9! Nearing the climax, and no, no, yes! In this chapter secrets will be uncovered, and explained, past revelations from the mouth of... Did you think I would tell you?

Celeste: Kaylie owns only the made-up characters, everyone else belongs to the Nick company...thing

Chapter nine Reminisces, daddy, and nausea

"Now, let's all introduce ourselves in a friendly yet embarrassing way!" Mr. Crocker yelled, smirking towards the corner where Melody and I sat. "Everyone rise and say three truths and one lie about themselves."
Carefully everyone stood, and Mr. Crockers evil smirk grew wider and his slouch became lower. I shuddered; I didn't understand how they had let him out of the mental asylum. He probably scared the hell out of all the other crazies.
Not me not me NOT ME! I willed as he scanned the class searching for his first victim of the day. "Melody." I let out the breath I had been holding, and turned towards my friend.
"OK, My name is Melody Martha Mcginn, I lived the first four years of my life in Japan, my nickname is Mel-Chan, uh...my best friend is Cel-Chan and uh...I'm...bi...I don't know." She said sighing as she sat down. They quickly guessed the lie –that she's bi...obviously that was the lie.
"CELESTE!" He yelled and I jumped quickly, I had been thinking of ideas for my first novel, which had been in progress for a year. I was still stuck in the same part as before, not that I hadn't tried to become unstuck.
I bit my lip, narrowing my eyes into slits as I glared at the insane teacher. "Celeste Alexandra Stroumboulopoulos, I lived in England until last year, I slept with Chester in a hotel in Jamaica this summer, I'm a virgin, I have an odd addiction to jelly-bracelets."
Mr. Crocker glared at me, obviously upset by the topics I had chosen. "Well." Mel-Chan said smiling softly at me. "It's one of the ones involved with sex, I know that much, and I know that before you moved here you were a virgin, and that you and Chester have been dating nearly a year."
Some other students turned to stare at me, expecting to see me blushing, but I wasn't. I had leant to keep calm in situations like these; after all, if I wanted to be a singer/actress/dancer I would have to be on my feet for auditions.
I cracked my knuckles as Mel-Chan continued staring at me. "You wouldn't shut up about Chester so, I am guessing it's the later, you slept with Chester. "I simply smirked as I flopped down into my seat and stared ahead.
MelMarMc-Chan I thought laughing stupidly. Melody turned to me arching an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and sunk into my bleak thoughts, bleak thoughts, normal thoughts, for someone as stupid as me there is no difference. I laughed stupidly again and Melody mumbled something about pot.
Roll roll roll a joint, twist it at the ends, light it up, take a puff, then pass it to a friend. I thought remembering a poem I had seen as someone's MSN nickname, Ode to the stoner.
I pulled my silver emerald ring on and off my finger as my thoughts began to speed up. Soon I found myself remembering that first night with Chester. I knew that later on Mel-Chan would force me to give her all the details. How do you keep a person entertained with details of something that only lasted like 10 minutes?
It had hurt at first...but I unconsciously did pleasure spells to take away from that pain, and when I remembered I was with Chester all the pain was gone. Mind over matter.
Once I had seen on MTV's big urban myth show that when you are in love you are indeed stupider then usual. But last year I got A's in all my classes, just like every other year. It had said you get really stupid when it becomes sexual, what will my marks go up now? Um...no pun intended.
But, it did make me think. Really is it possible to fall in love at my age? Momma married father when she was just 15, and I would bet any money it was because she was pregnant with Sarah. After all I was born when Momma was 24.
But I doubted she ever really loved him. I knew from the stories people from around England had told me about my mother she was beautiful, her haired glowed brighter then the sun, and her heart took up more then 90% of her body weight.
A person like that wouldn't be able to hurt anyone she loved. I know I have trouble hurting people I am close to in the tiniest of ways, so how would someone that optimistic be able to? But then why did I believe the story that my birth had been against my mothers wedding vows.
I guess it was because I didn't want to believe I had any Stroumboulopoulos blood in my veins. Very few people would want that. Mel- Chan always said she would be glad to be a Stroumboulopoulos, until she found out how harsh so much of my family is.
Mel-Chan had lived since she was eight with a single parent. Her father died when she was eight, and before I understood how wrong what my father does to me was, we had some obsession with getting my father and her mother together so we could live as sisters. I don't see why that mattered. We already acted like sisters.
Melody got me to understand just how wrong it was. How she got me to understand was by screaming in my face for an hour or so. Angry Melody is not fun.
I sighed as the bell for next class wet. If I continued in this dismal mood for the rest of the week I would wear a hole in the floors of the corridors. I hadn't caught one word of the lesson; I would have to get my homework off of someone.

"Don't you put it in you mouth, don't you put it in you mouth," Chester sang rocking side to side in his seat as we sat at our usual table for lunch. Usual table, it makes everything sound so repetitive and...boring.
My hand went to hand left arm to fidget with the thirty jelly bracelets there as I laughed and talked as fast as I could. I yawned and then out of sheer stupidly sat on Chester's lap. Turning around to kiss his lips deeply.
"Oh," Mel-Chan said smirking idiotically. "Celeste is getting horny! In a few seconds she's gonna start humping you Chester!"
"Shut up!" I yelled indignantly, but blushed disobeying every instinct that told me not to. "Oh can't you just see it." I said, and then smirked softly, "you thought it, now you get to see your biggest dream ever, Melody!" I cried turning. I sat facing Chester, still on his lap. In a fake, horny bitch voice I said. "Oh Chester I want you right now! I just can't keep my hands off you!!" I flailed my arms around then sat back down in my seat.
A lot of people had stopped eating to stare at me, I stared right back. "What? You remembering me so you can tell the doctor what you want to look after your surgery?" I yelled at a guy named Francis. He was an extremely ugly gothic guy, with gray teeth and skin. He turned back to his food as did everyone else who had been watching me.
I adjusted the hem of my green pleated skirt. I had thought it would be fun to dress as a Japanese schoolgirl, it wasn't. I couldn't even bend over at all, stupid blond me wore a mini skirt and a thong. Bright aren't I? Not to mention the blouse- it was like a sailor girl top or something- which was mostly white and I had worn a black bra.
Chester was staring at me with a mixed expression. Great, I thought giving him the once over. The little creature is all horny now. I really have to stop modeling the stupid comments my friends say about me. " Celeste," A.J started. Ok his burns couldn't hurt could they? He's so smart they will most likely confuse me. "The Japanese hoes called, they want their outfit back."
"Or maybe you just want me naked." I snapped back, because obviously giving an outfit you were wearing to someone would leave you at least half naked. Man, I shouldn't have hung around with guys all last year, I keep doing and saying and thinking all this perverted stuff, I thought chewing on my lip as I stared at my friends.
I finished my garlic fingers then rose to go outside and sit in the September sun. It still warmed your skin making you feel warm and fuzzy all over. Jeez, now I sound like someone from a little kids show 'warm and fuzzy! Hee hee! Clean up your room before you leave it! Hee hee!' I shuddered and continued walking, laying back in the grass on the gentle slope of the fenced in hill.
"There is a soft mist floating around, what is that?" I demanded. My question was unheard; I was the only one outside. Wandisimo appeared beside me as I began to choke loudly.
"It's...miasma." He stated simply. Great I thought unable to speak. Miasma, someone has been watching too much TV. I stood then fell back to the ground. Whoa...everything I could see became all spiny. Wandisimo began to cough but managed to cry, "the demon stuff, didn't you ever read any books on demons?"
I had, what half decent mage hadn't? But demon miasma, I rolled my eyes, and then remembered something. To distract anyone with worthy power a demon will use magic mist that affects the thinking patterns of the mystical creature/mage he is attacking.
"SAVE ME SISTER!" I yelled sitting up abruptly. Melody, Chester, Sanjay, Elmer, Timmy, and A.J all stared down at me, I blinked then stood turning away from them. "Did I get a grass stain on my back. If this blouse is ruined I'll..."
"It's not ruined, but there's an assembly about our 'orientation to 12th grade' in the gym and the principal sent us to collect you." Sanjay told me. I groaned loudly turning back to hem.
"They sent all six of you?" I demanded as I began to follow them back inside.
"No, but the rest of us followed." I rolled my eyes, should have guessed. I sighed as I flopped down into a chair and stared blankly a head at the podium where Mr. Penny stood. Funny, a penny is all he's worth; it's ironic that that's his name.

After the insanely boring first day back to school Melody and I were in Chester's Mo Ho, waiting while Bucky growled Chester for something just outside.
We couldn't hear any of it through the walls, it wasn't that we hadn't tried, we just couldn't, it was that simple. Bucky opened the door and stared at the two of us. "Celeste, I have to speak to you and Chester about something...alone." He added glaring at my Asian friend. She didn't move. "You Mind...."
"Melody, call me Mel-Chan, and yes I do mind. I like listening to this stuff." I glared at her and she cringed slightly and started mumbling under her breath as she went out side. "I hope I rot and die out here!" She yelled then started mumbling every insult she knew. I had leant not to take these things personally.
"Chester." He said in an unreadable tone." You're not my son...you were adopted." My boyfriends eyes became wide and the blood drained from his face, I feared he would faint, or something. "And Celeste you're my daughter." Chester looked how I felt now, I felt my own blood draining from my face and my own usually wide eyes become wider. "I'll start from the beginning." He sighed loudly. "With the birth of Sarah, Celeste, your mother, Celeste, whoa this is going to be a confusing conversation, told me all about it." He took a few deep breaths and sat down, motioning that we should too.
"AS you know your mother married...the man you were raised to believe was your father, when she was just fifteen. He had gotten her pregnant with Sarah, but Sarah wasn't a child made out of love." Celeste and I gasped at the same time that meant... "Yes...Sarah's father raped your mother" His eyes became so bitter it scared me. I realized a good part of his explanation of the past would be spoken to me.
"Your mother became extremely weakened by the birth and the doctors made it very clear to her that if she had another child she would die...She only married him as not to embarrass her family. She was that kind of person.
"Years passed and she and that bastard came here to Dimmsdale to see some person, they were to stay for a year then go back to their England mansion. She met me at the mall, and I instantly feel in love with her. Her hair, it was more fiery red then the sun, but not a hideous Ronald McDonald color. Her eyes...they were such an unnatural shade of green I should have guessed there was something...something magical about her.
" Her body, her figure...everything...you're shaped just like her Celeste." He smiled at me then began to ramble again. "Her laugh and smile, they were both so sincere any loving...I couldn't help but love her.
"When she spoke to me I fell harder then I had before. Her voice so melodic with such a soft accent...Ok off topic. While I was with my previous girlfriend, who I had been trying to have a child with, we went to a doctor. The previous girlfriend had us tested to see if we could have children. The doctors said it was 99% likely that I would never be a father.
"So Celeste1 fell in love with me as well, a month later we slept together, and it was as if I was on top of the world. Weeks later she said she was pregnant and I guessed it was with that...that bastard. I figured he had raped her again, yet she gave me her word she hadn't slept in the same room as him, ever. I believed her.
"But I had been putting adoption papers through, and I was signed to adopt you Chester in 2 months time. When I told her she squealed saying we could raise the babies as twins, never telling them of the truth, especially considering the woman I was adopting from had my color hair and had the same type of body as her, even through that isn't relevant since you're a guy Chester.
"We were both there when you were born, and we named you for Celeste1's dead brother. The months passed and Celeste1's water broke. She stayed in labor for three days, and the doctor told us that he would have to do a C-section, or whatever it was called. Basically cut you out." He said glancing at me.
"She started hemorrhaging the split second after they had you out...she died on the spot. I kept you, and named you after my one true love. The two of you lived together for two years...then he found out about you, my reborn angel...you. There was a large legal battle in which mister rich ass..." Right there he continued to ramble, calling my horrid stepfather every name he could think of. "Won, he took you away, to his mansion on a his with an iron gate and beautiful paintings one the walls, and millions of dollars."
He sighed, his story finished. It all made sense now, everything did the familiar feeling I had when I first sat eyes on Chester, the hatred my father has for me, and why Sarah hates me. I was created from love, and she was created from the lust of an angry man, and the fear of a beautiful woman.
If I had been raised with Chester I would this still have happened? Our relationship I mean. Would I still act sluttly and like a horny bitch at times, but like a gothic manic-depressive sexually confused teens at others? With nothing in-between to rest at, with no way to be considered normal.
Would I still have a fairy Godfather, and would I still be a powerful mage? Would I be lugging this heavy Magecraft book around if I had been raised by my true father, if my mother hadn't died, if that lustful hateful stepfather I had called daddy most of my life had never raped my mother?
And what would my name be if she had lived? Would I still be Celeste? Or would I be Britney, Amanda, Holly, or Dawn? Would I have lived my whole life being picked on because of my financial status instead of being liked because of the fact I have 25 million in a trust fund?
Was that all my stepfather used to make me love him, Jewelry, cars and cash? A promise of a multimillion-dollar home when I turn 18 and enough money to get through any Ivy League Collage, if I wanted to go.
Yes, I reassured myself, that was all I ever got at my home. Material objects, and the promise of a great cushioned future, but no love. Never any love, no, I can't have that. It was strange how that was all I wanted.

I stayed at Chester's MO Ho that night, I had conveniently brought and extra outfit in my back back-a pink version of what I had worn that day, and some other stuff. I hadn't planned anything, it was just incase I wanted to stay at someone's house. I had done that since I the first time my stepfather whipped my really bad.
Then next morning when I rose from his bed, moving slowly as not to awaken him, a wave of nausea hit me. The 'liberty patriots' Tee-shirt I was wearing that belonged to Chester which should feel comfortable considering how baggy it was on me suddenly felt too airy.
I ran to the bathroom, and crouched in front of the toilet. I flushed the toilet and began to cry. I thought for a moment, struggling to remember my last period. I hadn't considered it strange it hadn't came for a while. It was usually irregular.
My future...my life...all the things I had dreamt of being for years went down the drain. All except my dream of being an author was flushed down that toilet along with the contents of my stomach.
I was pregnant.

TBC...

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