More Kimmie and Ryan – in the sequel to The Chinos
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Chapter four: Facing the musicI am so damn bored. Where's Kimmie when I really need her? As if she'd let a little thing like a grounding stop her...
When I came home from hers the other day, Sandy was waiting. And man, was he pissed. I'm grounded. For at least two weeks. And it sucks.
He kept asking me why I was 'acting out'. Why I'd gotten suspended. Why I hadn't called him or answered my phone to give him an explanation. Why I'd antagonized Dr. Kim.
I couldn't answer him. Sometimes I wonder if I was a compulsive babbler like Seth whether I'd get into less trouble. My silence seems to upset Sandy twice as much as if I'd been rattling off excuses. I call it discrimination. Maybe I should call him on that.
So – two weeks. Four days in and I'm already pulling my hair out in frustration.
Sandy's giving me the silent treatment - that's got to be tough on him, right? - while Kirsten and Seth are smothering me with concern. 'Are you okay?' 'Do you feel all right?' 'Is there anything you want to talk about'? 'Is there anything I can do to make you better?'
It's exhausting being grounded.
But today it's better. Sandy hasn't spoken to me in two days, but that's okay. I'm dealing with it. He left for work early this morning. Seth and Kirsten are gone to school and work, respectively. Rosa just made some breakfast and the eggs were delicious. A good meal always lifts my spirits.
But I'm still bored. I'm so far ahead on my reading for school that it's ridiculous. Seth has slipped me his Game Boy but I've beaten all the games. I've already worked out, one hundred push ups, one hundred sit ups and fifty pull-ups. I should come out of this fit, at least.
I don't really miss going to school, but I wonder about Kimmie. How she's doing. How much trouble she got into. Her parents seem pretty laid back, but they can't be happy about her suspension.
I don't regret any of that afternoon we spent together. Well, maybe her mom turning up. Definitely her mom turning up. I had to take care of myself when I got home that evening or I never would have got to sleep... But I had fun with Kimmie. I have fun with Kimmie, come to think of it, pretty much every time I see her. I can relax with her, and, well, she's so damn hot. And the sex. I could really do with more of that, now. Because, hey, I'm so bored...
Shame she seemed upset over the boyfriend. She didn't really say much, but I think she was hurting.
I haven't called Mary. I've decided to cut my losses. I'm not going to call her and beg for another chance. I'm not going to call her and ask if we can still be friends. I'm out. Relationships are more drama than I need. Right now, sex with Kimmie is more attractive than drama with Mary.
I wonder if I can get away with a quick cigarette now they've all gone out. I'm not getting stoned today; I won't risk that. But I'm desperate for a smoke. It was easier quitting the first time round. This time, hell, I can't seem to shake the habit.
Rosa's around, but she's cool. She might join me. We've shared smokes before
I step outside and close the door behind me. I lean against the cool glass and light the cigarette. The good feeling lasts all of thirty seconds.
"Give." Sandy's voice startles me from my trance and I jump. Fuck.
"What?" He's holding out his hand and he's still angry. His eyebrows are furrowed.
"Cigarettes. Give."
I drop the pack into his hand. I'm busted again. Damn, the old Atwood luck is really kicking in these days. Sandy is studying me. He gives me a look. I can't interpret it. He hasn't talked to me in two days and I swear he looks apologetic today. I wonder what's happened. He opens his mouth to speak but doesn't.
"I'm sor..." I start.
"Don't."
I shut up.
"I was too hard on you."
What? What is he talking about?
"I met with Dr. Kim this morning. She told me what happened...how she suspended you initially for something that turned out to be a misunderstanding. She also told me that a friend of yours went to bat for you and she lost her temper...I had a few choice words for her, but...I'm sorry, Ryan."
"For what?" I'm still confused.
"For not listening to you...for not asking the right questions, as it may be," He sighs. He runs a hand through his hair. "All I knew was that you got into a fight at school and instead of talking to Dr. Kim about it, you started an argument, got suspended, and disappeared for an afternoon. I...I'm sorry."
He's apologizing to me. I'll never get the hang of this house. I'm the one that got into a fight and disappeared for an afternoon but he's the one apologizing. It's insane. But good, today.
"You'll be back at school tomorrow. Dr. Kim also wanted you to know that she's spoken with the coach and made sure that the other boy was punished equally. You mind telling me what that's about?"
Go, Kimmie. She's definitely one to watch. Chip's going to be pretty pissed, though. Fuck him.
"Ryan? Come on, stop with the silent treatment..."
"Me?" I scoff. After he made this heroic effort to keep his mouth shut for forty-eight hours?
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I was just so frustrated..."
"It's okay." Hopefully it's over.
"Tell me what happened."
"I went for the meeting with Dr. Kim. She said she had to suspend me because of previous violations for fighting. Then Kimmie..."
"Kimmie? Who's Kimmie?"
God, he's such a lawyer. Interrogations are second nature. "She's a friend..."
"Hang on", he says, realization dawning on his face. "Kimmie? Isn't she the girl you got caught with in a closet?" Fuck. I knew this talking was a bad idea.
I can't stop my cheeks from turning red. But Sandy seems to be fighting the urge to smile. Maybe he remembers what she looks like.
"Are you still sleeping with her?" he asks.
"Um..." What can I say?
He raises his eyebrows at me. "If so, are you being safe?"
Sandy, please, not again! I briefly consider jumping into the pool fully clothed, as a diversion. But it will only postpone the pain.
"Yes." There. I said it. Now will he leave me alone?
"Need any more condoms?" he says then, and I swear he's doing it on purpose. Maybe it's part of the punishment. Hey Ryan, I'm grounding you. And we'll be talking about your sex life every other day. So – what's your favorite position?
I glare at him. He relents. He must be feeling guilty.
"Tell me about the fight."
"When it happened, the coach split us up. He sent me to Dr Kim's and he took Chip to his office..."
"So...you got suspended, what did Chip get?"
"The coach took care of it. I don't know. When Kimmie and I were there for the meeting, he was in the hall talking shit and I let it slip to Kimmie and she just lost it in the office." You've got to hand it to her. She defended me. She doesn't even know me and she defended me. And she looked damned good doing it.
"So. You get into a fight with Chip. You get suspended and he gets...nothing. You didn't think I'd want to know that little piece of information?"
"I..."
"Ryan. You have to talk to me. I can't help you..."
"I know, if I don't talk to you, I know. I'm sorry."
Sandy nods. "I'm sorry that I doubted you. But you're still grounded, though. I have to stick to my guns..."
"It's fine..."
"But I'll return your phone and we'll relax the rules. You're allowed a couple of calls a day..."
Hey. Things are looking up.
"But no going out without permission, okay?"
"Okay...thanks."
"Now. What about Kimmie? What happened to Mary?"
Great. The lawyer's back.
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I'm so freaking bored.
I've been sitting by the computer all day. The maid has brought me a cooler and it's fully stocked with ice cream and sodas. I'm scared to get up from the computer in case Jay might get on.
I know I'm being obsessive, but the bastard won't answer my emails and he won't answer the phones and I really need to talk to him.
How dare he dump me over email!
After all we've been through? And I'm just supposed to take it?
Bullshit. I really, really want to tell him how I feel. And what a rat bastard he is.
I type him another email once my fury goes away...
In the meantime, I could so do with a little distraction. Like a round or two with Ryan. Mmm. He's the only thing that keeps my mind off stupid Jay.
I wonder if he'll be at school tomorrow too. And whether we can find some alone time. Because I really need a little lovin' right now.
I did mean it the other day when I said we should go on a road trip. I could handle some uninterrupted time with that hottie. There's no telling how much fun we could have if we spent a few days together.
And maybe we could pay Jay a little visit on the way. And I'll get to tell him exactly what I think of his weaselly ways.
Hmm. That is an idea. But how am I going to get Ryan to go? Must work on him. I'll start tomorrow.
Okay, now let's send Jay one last email....
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"So, how'd you get your term commuted?" Seth asks.
I don't know what he's talking about. All I know is that we're here half an hour early for school and I don't see Chip anywhere. Or Kimmie. I was hoping to see Kimmie.
"Hello, earth to Ryan. What's on your mind?" Seth gives me a mischievous smile.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" It's early, I'm not fully speaking Seth's language yet. It takes a few hours for my brain to warm up.
"Could you be thinking about one particular hot blonde whose thong you have in your backpack?"
I shove him. "Shut up..." How the hell does he know what's in my backpack?
"Busted," Seth laughs. "I knew you had them...what a great line...'oh, hello, you forgot your panties'..." He teases.
"Actually, it's a very good line..."
We both turn and see Kimmie smiling at me from a few steps away. She's smoking hot today in an ultra short mini-skirt and tank top. Maybe it'd be less hot if I didn't know what was under those clothes. Then again, maybe not. Seth is desperately trying not to stare at her legs.
"Hey." What a great opener.
She laughs. "I love how even though I've seen you naked, you still blush every time I see you... It's cute."
Great. She thinks I'm cute. What happened to 'cool' or 'sexy'? Blushing's not cute. She slips her fingers in my belt loops and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. Chaste and Kimmie? Two words I don't think ever go together. Even so, I feel a tingle.
"You guys better chill..." Seth says.
"Why, is Dr. Kim coming?" I glance around immediately as Kimmie steps back.
"Worse," Seth says, nodding behind me.
"What the hell are you doing?" Summer's assault startles me as her small purse slaps my back painfully.
"Summer..." I start, but it's too late.
"You stay away from him. Don't you think you've gotten him into enough trouble?" Summer turns on Kimmie.
"Not as much trouble as I'd like to..." Kimmie begins. Summer hits her with her purse on the arm and Kimmie steps back, surprised. "Hey!"
"Listen, skank..."
"Okay, Summer, it's time to walk away," Seth takes her by the shoulders and pulls her toward the front of the school.
"But..." she protests.
"Let it go. Remember what you learned in anger management?" Seth winks at me and leads Summer away.
"Wow. She's a feisty one...so, Ryan. What's up?" Kimmie's hand is on my arm immediately and I can't stop following her manicured nails with my eyes.
"Nothing. How are you?" She looks tired but the makeup is hiding it well.
"Better now that I can see you...you think we'll have a few minutes together? To talk?"
I can tell by that smile on her face that she doesn't want to talk.
Good. I don't want to talk either.
"Well, we have fifteen minutes before the first bell, do you want..."
"Yes. I do." She pulls me toward the parking lot and her van. We're barely inside when she attacks me with her lips, kissing me hungrily. And I reply in kind.
"God, I've been wanting this so much," she sighs, unbuttoning my shirt and trailing her fingers along my chest. I bury my face in her blonde hair. She smells good.
"Mmmph. Me too," I mumble into her hair. And I have, I really have.
Within a couple of seconds her bra is unfastened and my shirt opened and we're skin to skin. I am feeling way hornier than I ought to be this early in the morning. She really knows how to get me going, damn.
Her hot tongue is everywhere while I let my hands roam down. She starts giggling and then her giggle turns to a moan.
"Fuck, Ryan, that feels good," she sighs. I guess I owe her one, from last time.
She obviously feels the same, because next thing I know a hot hand is slipping into my pants, and I don't care what happens next, as long as she doesn't stop.
Except that the fifteen minutes are nearly up, and we're already in trouble, and we have to get to the classrooms which are miles away in this ridiculously huge campus and...
"We can't do this now, "I gasp, and I really am making a superhuman effort there, because Kimmie? Let's just say she has a very sure-handed technique.
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"We have to get to class," he breathes, pulling away from me and leaning back in the seat.
"Already?" I don't want this little rendezvous to be over, we're still wearing clothes and he tastes damn good, and I was just getting there...
"We can't get in trouble again, Kimmie, it's our first day back..."
Damn him and his sense of responsibility. I straighten my shirt and reach back to refasten my bra. He's buttoning his pants and when he catches me looking at him, he gives me a lazy grin.
"Later," he smiles. Yeah, stud. Let's see how you cope in class with that in your pants.
"You promise?" I haven't thought about Jay in the past fifteen minutes and I feel like myself again. It's amazing what some Chino loving will do to me.
"We'll see..." He opens the door and hops out into the parking lot. He turns back and offers me his hand. Such a gentleman.
"Thanks." We start the long walk to the main building. "So. When are we going to take this road trip?"
"What?"
Surely he couldn't have been that stoned...well, maybe. "You know, our road trip."
"Oh. Well, Kimmie, I'm pretty grounded..."
"So? Live a little..."
He tilts his head as he looks at me. "Why do you want me to go with you on a road trip?"
"Because. You never really know anyone until you've spent a few hours trapped in a car with them...that's when the claws really come out..." I run my hand across his ass to prove my point. He jumps.
"I don't know, Kimmie..."
"And admit it – you wouldn't mind us having a little alone time... Just think about it. No pressure..." At least not yet. I think I can break his resolve, I just need a little time.
"No pressure, sure." He darts around the corner into his classroom as the tardy bell rings. I shoulder my bag and take off, I can't be late again.
Chip's in my first period class and I can see him leering at me when I walk in and take my seat.
I disliked the punk before, but I hate him now. No, hate is too strong a word. I hate Jay right now, but I strongly dislike Chip.
He bruised up Ryan just because he could. I'd like to smack some sense into him.
Well, Ryan might be good at beating people up, the masculine self defense mechanism, but I've got my ways, too. Chip better watch out.
I wait until the teacher gives us our passes for the library so we can start our stupid research. Here's my chance. This should be fun.
"Chip?" I keep my voice low and sultry and I grab his wrist to keep him from following the rest of the class into the hallway. The teacher's already gone and after a moment, it's just me and him.
"Hey, Kim..."
Grr, I hate when people call me Kim...have to keep on my face. "Hey, Chip. So...I've been thinking..."
"Yeah?" He has his arm around me already, he's so damned cocky, he thinks I'm into him. Well, that's what I want him to think.
"I've been thinking about you a lot lately..." It's so easy. I undo his belt and slide my hand down his pants. Tighty-whities, I should have known...
"Yeah?" He moans, as I pin his free arm to the wall.
I find what I'm looking for and squeeze as tight as I can. And he squeals, like a little pig.
"What the fuck..." His voice is high-pitched and I swear I see fear in his eyes.
"You leave Ryan alone. You don't even know him and if I find out you're fucking with him, I swear to god, I'll cut your balls off with my fingernails and feed them to you..."
"O...kay..." he gasps.
"Ass," I release him and he slumps against the wall, holding his package.
I need to wash my hands.
As I make my way to the restrooms, without looking back at the asshole, I nearly walk into Seth outside a classroom. He's staring at me open-mouthed, with a look halfway between shock and awe. I wink at him, and he blushes. What is it with these boys and blushing?
Later that afternoon, I meet up with Ryan in detention. We're both doing a week's detention. Dr Kim feels we need to learn to control our tempers.
We're in the science lab – good. Those tall tables with chests of drawers are very useful for concealment purposes. Now let's hope there aren't too many people.
"Hey stud, this seat free?"
He looks up at me, amused, and nods. This is going to be fun.
The teacher is barely looking at us, he's got his head in a pile of essays and he's miles away anyhow. I stretch a hand under the desk and let my fingers caress the inside of Ryan's thigh. He starts and bites his lip. But he doesn't remove my hand.
Five minutes later, I drop my pencil and I have to get off the stool and rummage under the desk. With one hand. The other? Let's just say it's gainfully employed. I sneak a peek at Ryan's face and the poor guy is going red from the neck up. Boys, they're so easy! Mind you, who am I to talk?
Oops, better get back into my seat, here comes the teacher.
Ryan sneaks a sideways look at me with his sexy-ass blue eyes. As the teacher walks past he puts his hand on my knee, and it creeps up my thigh very slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. So slowly that I want to scream. Oh, he knows about payback all right. Just at the point where it should hit jackpot, he takes it away, smiling. I can still feel the heat of it on my thigh. I'm going to kill him. Our little game of tease goes on during the whole period. By the time we're freed, I could jump him right here in the lab.
"Gotta go, Kimmie, Sandy's picking me up now," he smirks. Huh. Not sure who won, there.