I'm What?
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: Digimon—not mine!
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've been so incredibly busy, and I've kind of lost interest in this story. But don't worry, I will finish it. I think I was a bit inspired by the end of this chapter. So, please R&R! And to anyone who reads "Undercover", it HAS been updated recently. The author alerts weren't working then…
My Name is R.C.: Expect your other dedication to appear in a different story sometime in the near distant future.
Crazyamzy: ACTs went well. I got a 29, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to retake them sometime, hoping I can get a higher score. I did best on English, go figure.
Cherryblossom Sky: I can't say we've ever had to dance here. Not at least since music class is 4th grade. But that was a long long time ago.
Sorato-takari: Thanks!
BalletKitty: Glad you liked it!
KoumiLoccness: Thanks!
Mrs. Ishida-to-you: Yep, mean about sums up Grams' character…
RandomThoughts101:Thanks! I got a few of the Spanish translations from an online translator, and after my most recent project for Spanish during school, I learned never to do that again. My Spanish really isn't that bad, it's the fact I don't know a lot of the words I need in here. Thanks for offering to help, though. My Name is R.C. helps me with translations, but I may just take you up on that offer sometime.
Chapter 17:Of Finding Out
Saturday December 7
My Room—Officially 14 days till I leave for PPI…
I can't believe I woke up so late. It's 1:30 in the afternoon, and I just rose. Mom normally freaks if I sleep past 9:30, something about getting nothing done by sleeping. But when I walked into the bathroom, passing Mom's room, she was fast asleep. Must be the pregnancy.
Last night was incredible. And I did promise to write about it…
Yamato arrived almost at the exact time I set the notebook down. I walked out the door, opening it, only to be greeted by some fresh daffodils and box full of pizza.
"Hey,"
"Hey…that smells good."
He grinned at me. "The flowers or the pizza?"
"Both," I happily replied, taking the flowers out of his arms and motioning for him to set the pizza on the table.
"Sounds good. I also brought this," He held up a DVD in his hands, and I started to laugh. "What?"
"The Incredibles? Yamato, you are such a kid!" (Not mine!)
"Come on," he reasoned, "you told me the other day that you wanted to see it too."
"Alright," I called back, grabbing some plates of the shelf. We each took a slice of the sausage pizza and sat down on the couch. "So what's up?"
"I'm still trying to shake off those stupid dance lessons."
I laughed. "You're telling me. At least you're only going to have to do it this once; I'm going to have to dance like that at any royal festivity. Apparently Grams doesn't want me to embarrass myself—well, more likely her."
"How are preparations for that going?"
"I have a feeling Grams is going to turn into a huge dictator in the next few weeks. I leave for the Isle on the 21st and…Yama, are you okay?"
I reached over and patted his back as he choked on the pizza. "Are we all leaving with you on that day?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I audition at Julliard on the 20th. It was the only time I could fit it in."
My face fell. "So…you won't be able to get…"
"I'll be there. I swear to you that I will not miss your crowning or the gala."
I could tell my face had turned red. "You are too sweet, Yamato."
He smirked at me. "Sugary." I laughed at his joke as he grabbed us each another slice of pizza, and I got up, grabbing some chocolate mints to get rid of the aftertaste. "Where's your mom at?"
"She's at Mr. R's like always. They're trying to figure out everything now, like who's going to move in with whom." I replied, placing the DVD in the player.
Yamato let out a sigh, finishing off his pizza and popping a mint in his mouth. "So are they going to get married?"
I forced a small smile, eating the last of my pizza and grabbing a mint as well. "It seems like it's leaning towards marriage. They're talking about all the things revolving around it. But they're also discussing baby stuff."
"Do they know if it's a boy or girl?"
Shrugging, I faced him. "Mom says she doesn't want to know yet. We'll just have to wait and see." He smirked at me. "What?"
"I hope it's a boy."
My eyes narrowed. "Well, I hope it's a girl."
Yamato gave a haughty laugh. "Boys are better."
"No they're not. They could turn out like Taichi." I defended.
"But they could turn out like me."
I dramatically fell back onto the couch. "Then we're all damned to hell."
"That one hurt." He growled, pointing to his heart and moving closer to me.
I sat up a bit. "You deserved it."
We continued to move closer together, each knowing what was coming next. "Not really, but being the nice guy I am and all, I'll take the blame and apologize."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Like this…" He whispered, lips touching down on mine. I eagerly shut my eyes as I responded to the kiss. His lips brushed up against mine slowly at first then gaining speed.
I let out a small gasp as I felt his tongue brush up against my lips, asking for entrance. Hesitantly I let it in, but soon our tongues were locked in battle. And I thought kissing him before was heaven.
I wrapped my arms around him, raking my hands through his blond hair. Yamato pulled me closer to him, finally breaking the kiss to get a breath of air.
"Wow," I had time to pant before he reclaimed my lips. Our kissing started again, and he gently began to lower me down to the couch, coming down above me. I pulled away from the action. "Yama?"
"Yeah?" He looked down at me.
"This is going a bit too fast and…"
The blonde's face blanched. "Oh, God, Sor…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I just got caught up…"
"It's okay. It just kind of freaked me out a little bit."
"I'm sorry," He apologized again, leaning up so I could move.
I let out a light laugh despite myself. "Yama, it's okay. You can stop apologizing."
"I just…" Yamato gave a frustrated sigh. "I just don't want to do anything stupid to lose you." My lips found his, and when I pulled away, he was wearing an adorably confused look. "What was that for?"
"For being so sweet to me. Yamato, stop worrying about it. I understand. I just don't want to rush us or anything. Let's forget about it and concentrate on something more important. I heard this DVD has a special feature where Jack-Jack gets his powers…"
"That babysitter is crazy!" The blond was roaring with laughter, and I couldn't blame him. This was such a funny movie. "She kind of reminds me of Taichi."
I gave him a sideways look. "Tai's not that gullible. But that was such a great movie."
"What happened to being a kid for liking this?" He smirked at me.
Not wanting to be defeated and knowing how not to, I felt my confidence level rise. "Could a kid do this?" I shut my eyes, moving in for the kill. The last thing I saw was his irresistible grin, and our lips met again. One of his hands was lightly caressing my cheek while the other cupped my face, bringing us closer together.
"Sora, I'm hom…oh, are we interrupting something?"
At the sound of Mom's voice, Yama and I pulled away from each other. My face heated up, and I knew his had to look the same as Mom and Mr. R. stood at the door.
"Oh. Mom…I…"
She held up a hand. "We'll just go into the kitchen."
Yamato stood up. "Actually, I was about ready to leave."
"We'll still be in the kitchen. Take your time, kids." Mom called, the two adults leaving us alone once more.
The blond helped me to my feet, and we walked to the door together. "I'll call you sometime tomorrow."
He leaned down, and I buried myself in his embrace. "Okay. God, that was so embarrassing."
"Do you think they'll mind? She didn't look ready to chop my head off for kissing her baby."
I gave him a sly smile. "Mom won't care, but I bet she'll ask a lot of questions."
Yama winked at me, pulling away and opening the door. "Have fun with the Inquisition."
Shutting the door, I came back into the room, only to find Mom and Mr. R. both standing there with huge-ass grins on their faces. "Are you going to share all the gory details?..."
Tuesday December 10
Algebra 2—Officially 11 days till I leave for PPI
Well, Mom and Mr. R. aren't the only ones who know about my relationship with Yamato. But I got the response I expected from them. It's the others who know and their response that are putting me in a very pissed off mood…
Quite honestly, I don't care if the first two know. They would've found out eventually anyway. And it's not like either of them are bothered by it.
Mom likes Yamato and is good friends with his parents. She's always gotten along with him well. And Yama's like Mr. R.'s favorite student ever because he's so involved in music and so good at it.
"So, I take it you and Yamato have something going on?" Mom asked with a cheeky grin.
I know I was as red as a cooked lobster. "Yeah,"
Mr. R. grinned at me too. "I don't see anything wrong with that. Yamato is a fine young man."
"Sora, I'm okay with the two of you together, just don't do anything you'll regret with him. Don't rush things if you're not ready for it."
"I know, Mom." I rolled my eyes, a bit embarrassed at her talk.
Thankfully that talk didn't last long at all. Mom and Mr. R. made fun of me for about fifteen minutes longer before my teacher decided to leave.
After he walked out the door, she pulled me aside. "Sora, honey, good luck with everything with Yamato. I know it's going to be hard on you, considering everything that's happened lately, but I know you'll be able to get through it."
"Thanks, Mom."
She yawned. "I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to hit the hay. I'll see you in the morning, sweetie."
"Goodnight…"
Yesterday was the day everyone—well, the others who know—found out. It started simply with Antonio. He found out after school as Yamato and I walked out together, talking between ourselves about random things. "Princesa, it's time to go to your lesson."
"I'm coming, Yo. Give me five more minutes."
"The clock is ticking."
I rolled my eyes. "So are you helping decorate for the Winter Wonderland Dance this weekend?" Yama asked me.
"Yeah, it sounds like it's going to be lots of fun."
"You're telling me. My band's performing a few numbers so you'd better be sure to save me at least one dance."
I smirked. "As long as it's not the kind of dancing Grams was having us do."
"Do you think I really want to dance like that if I don't have to?"
"Point taken,"
He ran a hand through his hair. "Are you going with anyone?"
I placed my hands on my hips. "Yamato Ishida…"
"I know, I know. Will you go with me?"
"Did you expect any different?"
"Not really," Yamato answered, "but I had to make sure. I won't be able to be with you the whole time though because the band has to play. You can hang out with Taichi then."
"Doesn't he have a date?"
"He's flying solo, hoping to catch the eye of some "lucky girl"."
I laughed. "That does sound a lot like Taichi. I guess he'll just be my date then."
Yamato's blue eyes narrowed, but I saw the playfulness resting within them. "Then I'd have to be jealous."
"Don't worry; I'll be waiting for you."
"Princesa, I am waiting for you right now. You can discuss your plans with your novio later. Right now, we are late!" Antonio called. I blushed at the use of Spanish (novio equals boyfriend.)
Yamato waved. "I'll call you later."
"Okay, see you."
I got into the limo and as Antonio climbed into the driver's side seat, I felt his eyes on me. "What?"
"So you finally got together with him, huh?"
My face heated up. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you do. You and the chico rubio are together. Congratulations, Princesa."
"You don't sound too mad about it, Yo."
I saw him smile in the rearview mirror. "Why would I be mad about you getting together with him? If it was anyone else, I may be concerned. But from what I can tell, and from the way he helped you through the darkness, I believe he is a good choice." He smirked again.
"What now?"
"You just confirmed that the two of you are together."
I glared at him, trying to keep my blush from getting even larger. "Just…just…shut up…"
"It's about time!" Grams demanded when we entered the hotel suite.
"Ella hablaba con su novio."
"What did you just say?" Grams demanded.
"She was talking to her boyfriend." Antonio replied, this time in English. Either way Grams understood it. Clutching my head, I sat down on the couch. Here comes World War III.
"Sora Isabel Anamaría Olivarez, what is the meaning of this?"
I flinched; sure people on the main floor could hear her as well.
"Grams please don't freak out. Yamato and I aren't going out; we're just kind of slowly starting to date, to see if someday we do want to go out and be a couple."
"He's not royal. There are plenty of lords or dukes on the Isle that I'm sure you'll find incredibly charming."
"Grams, you can't tell me whom I can love!"
"You LOVE him? Oh, Haruhiko's going to have a heart attack." Her hands grabbed for her phone.
Shit. No, don't do this…
"I don't care! Put him through to me!" Grams apparently trampled over what stood in her way. "Haruhiko, Sora tiene un novio." (Sora has a boyfriend.)
"WHAT?"
"That's what Antonio says. And your daughter told me she loves him."
"¿Dónde está Sora?" (Where is Sora?")
"Aquí." (Here.)
"Quiero hablar con ella inmediatamente.." (I want to talk to her immediately!)
Grams handed me the phone. "Papá…"
"Sora…explain yourself right now." His voice held a strong anger.
"He's not officially my boyfriend, papá. We're just casually seeing each other, nothing too serious, trying to figure out if we go well together."
"Have the two of you kissed?"
"¡Papá!"
"Answer the question…"
I sighed. "Yes…"
"Does your mother know?" He growled into the phone.
"Sí, papá, and she's not mad. Neither Yamato nor I know if anything will get serious from there. Please don't stand in our way."
"Do you love him?" I was silent. "Sora?"
"It's so new and fast to me, Papá. I don't love him…" Yet, but I have a feeling I'm falling for him fast. I heard my father sigh and knew I gave the right answer.
"Is he coming to the Isle?"
Talk about the Inquisition. "Yes, papá."
"I want to meet him, to decide if he's good enough for you. I know I can't stop you from being with or around him, but I want to meet this boy."
It's a start, I guess.
"Papá, I have to get back to my lesson with Grams."
"Goodbye, hija."
I hung up, shoving the phone back in Grams' hands. I could only glare at her.
"Sora, let's not get in another petty fight."
"Whatever," I answered, "can we just get on with the lesson?"
"I just want to see you happy." She wouldn't drop the topic.
"And you assume I need to be with someone of royalty for that to happen?"
"It's…I…what…"
"Grams, times have changed. Things are different than they were years ago. When I fall for someone, I want it to be for love, not because I'm forced to because of my status." She was silent. "What's on the lesson plan for today?..."
Thursday December 12
Art I—Officially 9 days till I leave for PPI…
I survived the lesson with Grams. She dropped the topic, but I could see she was feeling a bit guilty. Maybe my talk got through to her.
Antonio apologized for blowing the secret, but I forgave him for telling her. It wasn't really his fault. Knowing Grams, she would have found someway to find out about our relationship.
Speaking of relationships…
Jennifer Jones and Jacob Richards are finished. Done. Over. History. It happened this morning in front of the whole school.
Yo and I entered, listening to the chants of fight circulate across the school. We headed for the center, both wondering who was involved.
"I'm sick of you trying to use people and pretend that you're so great." Jacob spat at the girl.
"Well you know what," She yelled back through tears, "you are so arrogant and egotistical. I pity any girl who would give you the time of day."
"We're finished!" They exclaimed in unison.
It's been the gossip of the school all day. Students and teachers alike have been commenting about it. You hear it everywhere; from the bathrooms to the classrooms to the gym and the hallways.
And somehow, I've now found myself in the thick of things.
I stopped at my locker after third period to grab my books, only to find a note fall out of my locker, hitting me on the head. "What's that?" Antonio asked.
"I don't know," I answered. "It's probably from Yama."
Sora,
I need to talk to you. Meet me in the science hallway during first lunch today.
Jacob Richards
I have no idea what this is about, and I really don't know if I want to find out. I'd rather stay out of the gossip and drama. There's enough of that in my life the way it is. Fifth period's coming up soon. I wonder what he wants…
A/N: Twists and turns are coming. Next chapter'll be big. Please review!