The bad news is that he has a girl with him and it just happened to be Tabitha. Ugh, I truly do hate her. Don't ask why, there are so many reasons. The number one right now is that she's sitting on Lance's lap and his hands are some places they shouldn't be. Mainly there traveling the length of her red shirt and the lining of, if I can see them clearly, black thongs. Sheesh, could she be anymore…disgusting?
But I am not about to let either of them get to me. I'll just ignore them. I walk past them with my head down. I really don't want to look them in the eyes or see that big ass grin on Lance's face. Sadly, today is not my lucky day.
"Yo Kitty!" I cannot believe that jerk has the audacity to call my name with his hands all over her. I pretend not to hear him and keep walking. Next thing I know he's grabbed my waist and I come face to face with that big ass grin. "Kitty, I called you. You walked right by me." I want to say, "Yea it's because you were groping all over she-whore over there." Meanwhile out of the corner of my eye I see Tabitha glaring at me and creating small power blasts inside her hands.
Instead, I just smile awkwardly, "Sorry I didn't see you Lance. I must have been like daydreaming or something."
"Yea, it's alright. So what ya doing pretty kitty?" He asks wrapping his arms around me. Right now, I have the overwhelming urge to scream. Luckily, I don't, and I plaster on a cheerful façade.
"Nothing Lance, I just really need to get to class. If I'm late one more time to Mrs. Clinkscales class, I just know she'll flunk me. You know how temperamental she gets."
He buys it, "Ok pretty kitty, I'll catch ya later." Before I can protest, he kisses me and walks back over to Tabitha. Who smiles as if to say, "Ha, bitch. I got him and you don't. He may be your man, but I hold rank here", and resumes her spot on his lap. His hands also resume their prior positions under her shirt.
Well, if that's not like the most ignorant thing. I keep walking but I can feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes. But I refuse to cry, damn him for making me feel this way. I mean if he likes Tabby, so much he should be dating her and not me. Lance is truly difficult to figure out, and right now I don't have time to do it.
Quickly I walk into the building. Good old Bayville High, home of freaks, geeks, and your occasional mutant (ha occasional). The students are all crowded in the hallways talking and stuff. You'd never guess that about half of them are mutants. I really wish they'd move, I don't want to have a nervous breakdown in the hallway. I'm trying to wait until I reach the bathroom.
Pushing through kids with my usual "excuse me" and "coming through" I make it to my locker in one piece. Turning the combo I snatch open the door and grab my books. Somewhere behind me, I think I hear Scott call my name, I don't answer. Making my way down the hallway and into the girl's bathroom, I slump against the wall. A few girls are already in here doing their makeup and fixing there already ideal hair.
When they see me, they scatter, whispering among themselves like I have cooties or something. High school is not pretty. Whoever said it was lied, and I could murder them with my bare hands (well unless I just painted my nails). I hear the door to the bathroom open, and it's none other than Jean-perfect-grey. God, why can't they just leave me alone?
"Kitty?", she asks as if she's forgotten my name or she's not sure she's got the right person. For a moment I don't answer, maybe if I ignore her she'll go away. No such luck. She walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Kitty, what's wrong? Do you wanna talk about it?"
I none-to-gently shove her hand away. I don't want her touching me and trying to comfort me, I'm not a damn raggedy Ann doll. Doesn't she get it? For a minute, she just stands beside me. I can feel her stare burning a hole in the top of my head. Futilely she tries once more, "Kitty?" That's it! I get up brush past Jean without so much as a goodbye and walk to my first period class.
Out of the corner of my eye, I try to see if she's following me. She must have got the message because she's not. I relax as I enter Mrs. Clinkscales classroom. Don't ask me about her name, I don't get it either. I think her husbands Scottish or Irish or something. Everyone's busy with something, so none of them are paying me much attention. Thankfully, I don't have first period with Lance, that's second period. Only people here are Todd (as if that isn't bad enough) and Kurt.
I swear if it wasn't for Kurt sometimes. I think I would just explode into a million tiny pieces and float around the cosmos forever. Right now, he's not paying me any attention. It's all directed at Amanda who seems to be having the time of her life sitting behind Kurt and braiding his hair into long twisted braids. As always she looks immaculate in her pink "baby phat" jogging suit with her hair in two little house on the prairie ponytails(that somehow work for her). She's laughing at something Kurt's said. No doubt some dirty joke about two old people getting it on.
I watch them for a few minutes. Owww…I see Kurt squeeze Amanda's thigh for my peeping tom's position. She doesn't even blush, just opens her legs an inch wider. Woo…Kurt's hand seems to be taking the same journey between Amanda's thighs that Lance's hands were taking up Tabitha's shirt. Maybe they have the same travel agent.
Amanda's laughing and Kurt's smiling like a perfect little devil on Halloween. I think I can just see the tip of some horns. I see him whisper something in her ear. Whatever it was it must have been good, because next thing I know Amanda makes this funny sound, a cross between a scream, a moan, and a giggle. As everyone turns to look, Kurt's hand shoots back to his desk. I should be ashamed of myself for watching, bad kitty.
But I'm not. I wonder…ya know, what it feels like to have a guy put his hand between your legs. I mean I'm no slut, not saying that Amanda is or anything. I was just wasn't raised that way. That's probably why I don't have a boyfriend now (Lance does not count). I mean I wanna let a guy "feel me up" but it's like so hard because then I they wanna go further and do other things. Things that are mega gross.
I don't have to wonder if Kurt and Amanda are getting it on, they are. Apparently, Kurt got over the whole I'm-catholic-so-I-should-save-myself-till-marriage-thing. Cuz one night I overheard him telling Evan how he had "knocked Amanda's boots." Plus Amanda's not at all shy in her affections towards Kurt. If he thought he was dating Mary-mother-of-Jesus, boy was he wrong. She likes him and she wants everyone to know it. As If the earlier display in the classroom wasn't enough. She's always kissing him, biting his neck, or touching him. Even though my relationship with Lance is a mess I'm happy for Kurt, he deserves it.
Comical thing is; anything I want to know about their relationship, Amanda will tell me. As I said before, that girls not afraid to say anything. In her, own words she's an…exhibitionist, whatever that means. She's an open book, perhaps a little to open for me. She's kinda become my expert source on boys so to speak. I mean, cause think about it do I really want to as a forty something year old man about sex? So when Kurt and Amanda started having sex and everyone in the house I think knew it.
Jean because she's always diving into someone else's head, Evan because he and Kurt are buds and that's the first person he told, Logan, well…Logan can smell it, the professor same as Jean. Beast and Storm well I think they just know. Then again, it's not a big secret. After Kurt and Amanda did, the professor had this big meeting talking to everyone about sex and the repercussions.
I thought Kurt would have blushed or something but instead he got so angry. I mean I'd never seen Kurt that angry (well except for the time he found out Mystique was his mother). I think he thought the professor was singling him out. That's not nice, not at all. The next day (I kept it fresh in my mind) I went and asked Amanda if it was true. I don't like rumors, there so stupid. Not surprisingly, she said yes. I just couldn't keep myself from asking.
{A few months earlier}
"Amanda, since you and Kurt are having sex."
"Yea?"
"Um do you guys like use protection? I mean cause I heard it's like dangerous and you could get all sorts of nasty diseases and warts if you don't." I cringed at the mere thought.
Amanda wasn't the least bit perturbed, "Yes, we are using protection. Were not stupid Kitty, Neither of us wants kids right now. I'm glad your looking out for Kurt and everything but he's cool he can handle his own. Believe me I know from experience," she winked. Like ewe way to much information. But my image of good catholic devout Kurt had flown out the window long ago. She turned to walk away. I had to ask and I had to ask fast.
"Amanda?"
"Huh?"
I wrung my hands, "How do you know when you wanna, you know with a guy?" I felt so stupid asking, but hey, a closed mouth doesn't get feed.
She smiled so large I could see her wisdom teeth. "Aww is little Kitty thinking about doing the naughty? My little Kitty's growing up." She wiped a pretend tear from her eye. "Let me guess who the lucky guy is…Lance?" I felt like melting into the ground and I'm sure my cheeks were blood red. Mercifully, I didn't have to answer because Kurt came up behind Amanda and started kissing and groping her. She gently pushed him away. "Don't you see me having a conversation?"
Kurt paused for a moment, "Jes, don't you see me trying to kiss you?" He continued his kissing of her neck. Amanda laughed, "Kitty come to my house later on tonight (If the profess lets you). We can discuss IT" She said making sure to put emphasis on it.
"Alright."
"Bye Kitty, see you tonight. Call me" laughing she allowed herself to be pulled down the hallway by a hormonal Kurt.
"I will," and I did as soon as I left school. Well I wanted to learn about boys now I was going to. The professor gave me the okay and I left biting my nails to Amanda's house. Why was I so nervous? Didn't girls talk about this kind of stuff all the time? I'm a girl why couldn't I talk about it?