xX... hey, hey, hey! I guess I'm writing more than I expected. People: REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! It maaaakes my day! I've decided to do the prom in two different chapters so this is Prom Night Numero Uno. UH... lemme think for a sec. Nope, nothing else important to say! Enjoy! ...xX
"Gordon, hello, come on in!" Josie Hale said. Softly smiling. Still a little mad about the whole baby incident, Josie wasn't fully trusting in any male at the time, "Marta will be down in a second, she's just getting ready. And I have friends chaperoning this prom so if you try anything funny on Marta it'll be your ass," Josie said, becoming a lot sterner. Gordon grabbed the arm of the raggy sofa.
"Mom, god, stop it," Marta laughed, coming down the stairs. Even though they weren't dressing up, Gordon couldn't help buy gawking.
"Gordon Infante! Stop looking at my baby girl!" Josie snapped.
"I'm not a girl mom, I'm a mom like you now," Marta swept pass her mom and took hold of Gordon's arm.
"Let's go," Gordon whispered into her ear.
"Bye Dad, bye Mom! Be back later!" Marta called back as they walked out of the house.
"NO Funny Business!" Josie yelled back at them.
"Don't mind her, she's just, not very trusting, you know. She thinks I'm gonna have sex with every man I see," Marta laughed. Gordon held her hand as they walked to his car. The silver Scion Xa was waiting by the curb.
"Hop in," Gordon said, getting in the drivers seat.
"It was so nice of you to give up your prom to come to mine," Marta said, after a while of driving in silence.
"Hey, what else was I supposed to do, let you go alone?" Gordon smiled.
"You're an angel," Marta whispered.
"If you only knew..." Gordon sighed...
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Pin Oak High in San Francisco was all decked out for the prom. Being one of the premier Public Charter Schools, the funding for the school was almost endless. And that meant the Senior Prom too.
The theme for the prom was Masquerade. Everyone had to wear a mask of some sort. The thought was that you might meet new people, yeah right. You'll just end up having sex with people you've never seen. Fun, fun, fun. As they pulled up they could here the laughter and footsteps of anxious prom- goers, ready to party hardy.
"Here," Marta said, handing Gordon a "Phantom of the Opera-ish" mask.
"What's this for?" Gordon asked, looking at the pearly white mask.
"The theme is Masquerade, dumb dumb," Marta laughed, pinching Gordon's nose (A/n: don't ask, plz).
"Oh, cool. Our theme was Prom 2020," Gordon replied, in monotone.
"Let's go... Dad... or maybe, Honey. Which one do you like better?" Marta asked, trying on the pet names for Gordon.
"Let's stick with Gordo for right now," Gordon said, putting on his mask. Marta's was a bejeweled pearly white one. Not very different from Gordon's.
They joined hands and headed up the parking lot into the gymnasium...
"She's fat, look, it's Marta Hale. The slut,"
Whispers followed Marta all around the gym as she and Gordon made their way to the punch table.
"Is that the dad? Is that the sick pimp who got the poor girl pregnant?"
"Don't listen to 'em Gordon, let's get something to drink," Marta whispered to Gordon, who was clearly getting a little nervous. They were pouring some punch when a booming voice rang out from behind them.
"Take off the mask! Let's see who the whore!" It was Chad's unmistakable voice. Loud and obnoxious. Marta turned around.
"Oh, look! I see him! Right there!" she said, annoyed, pointing to Chad's date Mary-Sue (A/N: Pun intended), "There's the whore! You know, he's the guy who got me pregnant!" Marta said matter-of-factly to Mary-Sue.
"Is this true?" Mary-Sue asked, almost in tears.
"What? NO! Her date! That's the guy! He's the pimp!" Chad yelled.
"I've had such a horrible past! All I want is to be perfect! WAHH!" Mary- Sue broke down, crying, running away.
"Mary-Sue! Come back!" Chad yelled after her. Everyone around them was now laughing at Chad. He pointed at Gordon, "I'll get you dirty bastard," He ran off to find his date.
"Ha, ha" Marta giggled as she watched Chad run off. Gordon was horrified behind his mask. This was gonna be hell...
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It wasn't. It was nothing like Hell. Sure, everyone was whispering about them behind their backs wherever they went. But soon, Gordon learned to stop paying attention to them. It was 3:00am. Most everyone had gone home. Gordon and Marta where still wearing their masks as they watched the clean- up crew make their rounds.
"That was fun," Gordon said, some disbelief in his tone.
"Told you, Gordy Wordy." Marta playfully punched him, "I bet Brandon's been asleep for a long while."
"Yeah, he's so cute, isn't he?" Gordon remarked.
"Adorable, perfect," Marta replied.
"THERE HE IS!" Chad's obnoxious voice boomed from behind them. Marta jumped, then looked annoyed.
"OH FUCK YOU CHAD! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Marta yelled after him. Mary-Sue was quickly putting on her bra under her dress.
"Let's go, Bastard boy. Stealing my baby and my Marta," Chad put his fists up.
"What? Chad? You still love Marta? MY LIFE IS SOOOO HARD! AHHH!" Mary-Sue broke into tears and ran off. This time Chad didn't follow.
Marta took off her mask, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Listen Chad, this is getting really ridiculous. Your just being a jerk, you don't have to fight him Gordon. Don't sink down to that level. Ok?" Marta started tugging on Gordon's sleeve, he couldn't move though, "Gordo, let's go," Marta tugged some more.
"OH SHUT UP BITCH WHORE!" Chad screamed, punching Marta in the nose.
"Oh fuck him!" Marta screamed, clutching her nose. Gordon sprung into action. He punched Chad quickly in the stomach, than knocking his head into the wall.
"OWWW!" Chad screeched, clutching his head.
To finish it off, Gordon slammed his fist into Chad, making him swallow a tooth.
"Ga-OW-lahgr" Chad yelped indecipherable syllables.
"You ok?" Gordon ran over to Marta.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I swear. Let's get out of here," Marta grabbed Gordon and began running.
"WAIT! YOUNG LADY!" a police man yelled after Marta. Gordon quickly followed. Not wanting to be caught.
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Marta and Gordon laughed the entire drive home. Gordon had given Marta a tissue for her nose. As they drove up they become silent.
"That was fun, I guess," Gordon shrugged.
"Yeah, that was fun," Marta said, wiping her nose.
A small peck on the cheek evolved into a full make out session. Finally, pulling apart,
"Let's go inside, be quiet, don't wake Brandon," Marta said, pulling up her tank top strap.
The digital clock in the car read 4:16am as they both tip-toed up to the front walk.
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"Oh fuck, there home," Josie thought to herself, "why the hell didn't Dan come home at midnight," she thought again. Josie held a quiet Brandon in her arms.
Breathe Brandon, please, Breathe...
xX... dun dun dun! ...xX
"Gordon, hello, come on in!" Josie Hale said. Softly smiling. Still a little mad about the whole baby incident, Josie wasn't fully trusting in any male at the time, "Marta will be down in a second, she's just getting ready. And I have friends chaperoning this prom so if you try anything funny on Marta it'll be your ass," Josie said, becoming a lot sterner. Gordon grabbed the arm of the raggy sofa.
"Mom, god, stop it," Marta laughed, coming down the stairs. Even though they weren't dressing up, Gordon couldn't help buy gawking.
"Gordon Infante! Stop looking at my baby girl!" Josie snapped.
"I'm not a girl mom, I'm a mom like you now," Marta swept pass her mom and took hold of Gordon's arm.
"Let's go," Gordon whispered into her ear.
"Bye Dad, bye Mom! Be back later!" Marta called back as they walked out of the house.
"NO Funny Business!" Josie yelled back at them.
"Don't mind her, she's just, not very trusting, you know. She thinks I'm gonna have sex with every man I see," Marta laughed. Gordon held her hand as they walked to his car. The silver Scion Xa was waiting by the curb.
"Hop in," Gordon said, getting in the drivers seat.
"It was so nice of you to give up your prom to come to mine," Marta said, after a while of driving in silence.
"Hey, what else was I supposed to do, let you go alone?" Gordon smiled.
"You're an angel," Marta whispered.
"If you only knew..." Gordon sighed...
......................................................
Pin Oak High in San Francisco was all decked out for the prom. Being one of the premier Public Charter Schools, the funding for the school was almost endless. And that meant the Senior Prom too.
The theme for the prom was Masquerade. Everyone had to wear a mask of some sort. The thought was that you might meet new people, yeah right. You'll just end up having sex with people you've never seen. Fun, fun, fun. As they pulled up they could here the laughter and footsteps of anxious prom- goers, ready to party hardy.
"Here," Marta said, handing Gordon a "Phantom of the Opera-ish" mask.
"What's this for?" Gordon asked, looking at the pearly white mask.
"The theme is Masquerade, dumb dumb," Marta laughed, pinching Gordon's nose (A/n: don't ask, plz).
"Oh, cool. Our theme was Prom 2020," Gordon replied, in monotone.
"Let's go... Dad... or maybe, Honey. Which one do you like better?" Marta asked, trying on the pet names for Gordon.
"Let's stick with Gordo for right now," Gordon said, putting on his mask. Marta's was a bejeweled pearly white one. Not very different from Gordon's.
They joined hands and headed up the parking lot into the gymnasium...
"She's fat, look, it's Marta Hale. The slut,"
Whispers followed Marta all around the gym as she and Gordon made their way to the punch table.
"Is that the dad? Is that the sick pimp who got the poor girl pregnant?"
"Don't listen to 'em Gordon, let's get something to drink," Marta whispered to Gordon, who was clearly getting a little nervous. They were pouring some punch when a booming voice rang out from behind them.
"Take off the mask! Let's see who the whore!" It was Chad's unmistakable voice. Loud and obnoxious. Marta turned around.
"Oh, look! I see him! Right there!" she said, annoyed, pointing to Chad's date Mary-Sue (A/N: Pun intended), "There's the whore! You know, he's the guy who got me pregnant!" Marta said matter-of-factly to Mary-Sue.
"Is this true?" Mary-Sue asked, almost in tears.
"What? NO! Her date! That's the guy! He's the pimp!" Chad yelled.
"I've had such a horrible past! All I want is to be perfect! WAHH!" Mary- Sue broke down, crying, running away.
"Mary-Sue! Come back!" Chad yelled after her. Everyone around them was now laughing at Chad. He pointed at Gordon, "I'll get you dirty bastard," He ran off to find his date.
"Ha, ha" Marta giggled as she watched Chad run off. Gordon was horrified behind his mask. This was gonna be hell...
...................................................
It wasn't. It was nothing like Hell. Sure, everyone was whispering about them behind their backs wherever they went. But soon, Gordon learned to stop paying attention to them. It was 3:00am. Most everyone had gone home. Gordon and Marta where still wearing their masks as they watched the clean- up crew make their rounds.
"That was fun," Gordon said, some disbelief in his tone.
"Told you, Gordy Wordy." Marta playfully punched him, "I bet Brandon's been asleep for a long while."
"Yeah, he's so cute, isn't he?" Gordon remarked.
"Adorable, perfect," Marta replied.
"THERE HE IS!" Chad's obnoxious voice boomed from behind them. Marta jumped, then looked annoyed.
"OH FUCK YOU CHAD! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Marta yelled after him. Mary-Sue was quickly putting on her bra under her dress.
"Let's go, Bastard boy. Stealing my baby and my Marta," Chad put his fists up.
"What? Chad? You still love Marta? MY LIFE IS SOOOO HARD! AHHH!" Mary-Sue broke into tears and ran off. This time Chad didn't follow.
Marta took off her mask, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Listen Chad, this is getting really ridiculous. Your just being a jerk, you don't have to fight him Gordon. Don't sink down to that level. Ok?" Marta started tugging on Gordon's sleeve, he couldn't move though, "Gordo, let's go," Marta tugged some more.
"OH SHUT UP BITCH WHORE!" Chad screamed, punching Marta in the nose.
"Oh fuck him!" Marta screamed, clutching her nose. Gordon sprung into action. He punched Chad quickly in the stomach, than knocking his head into the wall.
"OWWW!" Chad screeched, clutching his head.
To finish it off, Gordon slammed his fist into Chad, making him swallow a tooth.
"Ga-OW-lahgr" Chad yelped indecipherable syllables.
"You ok?" Gordon ran over to Marta.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I swear. Let's get out of here," Marta grabbed Gordon and began running.
"WAIT! YOUNG LADY!" a police man yelled after Marta. Gordon quickly followed. Not wanting to be caught.
.........................................................
Marta and Gordon laughed the entire drive home. Gordon had given Marta a tissue for her nose. As they drove up they become silent.
"That was fun, I guess," Gordon shrugged.
"Yeah, that was fun," Marta said, wiping her nose.
A small peck on the cheek evolved into a full make out session. Finally, pulling apart,
"Let's go inside, be quiet, don't wake Brandon," Marta said, pulling up her tank top strap.
The digital clock in the car read 4:16am as they both tip-toed up to the front walk.
.......................................................
"Oh fuck, there home," Josie thought to herself, "why the hell didn't Dan come home at midnight," she thought again. Josie held a quiet Brandon in her arms.
Breathe Brandon, please, Breathe...
xX... dun dun dun! ...xX