Forgive me for taking so long to write this. I had some major mental blocking and already a ton of homework. But my paper in English can wait for now, while I update. I have another idea, and I think I finally know where this is going…sort of.

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Brad's POV -- Sick with Her

I saw her this morning.

Debbie, I mean.

I groaned inwardly, and tried to dodge from her gaze.

I know, I know.

I shouldn't use her as my 'Freak Buddy' and then ignore her.

Except not freak…you know?

But she was so easy, and great for my sense of pride.

I just wasn't in the mood to please her this morning so I could call her up tonight and well, 'Freak' with her.

If you get my meaning.

I guess I didn't do the five D's fast enough.

You know, dodge, duck, dive, dip, or dodge.

She spotted me.

She spotted me like the grim reaper on a settle snowy day.

I stood out like black print on white paper.

I stood out like a hot jock with a bunch of short nerds.

You get my meaning.

She saw me and there was no way I was getting out of it.

No squirming, running, diving or dashing could do me any good.

She sauntered bumpily over to me.

I know she was trying to be seductive, but it wasn't working.

As I said before, I wasn't in the mood.

This is the time where I hate Suze.

Really, I do.

Because any other day without her, I wouldn't mind making sure I had Debbie wrapped around my finger.

And I wouldn't mind calling her up and getting to 'freak' her up, instead of staring at my bland white ceiling for hours on end.

That's seriously what I did last night.

No Joke.

But you tell a soul, and harm my social status and I will have no hesitation to beat the shit out you.

No really, I will.

I can handle you.

All my wrestling practices pay off.

"Hi Brad," Debbie said in her really high pitched voice.

She was trying to mimic Kelly.

Everyone knows that for years Debbie has been leaching off Kelly's popularity.

She even blinked her long lashes at me.

Which, maybe on other days, might have had the affect she wanted.

Not today.

Nope.

Today, it was just bugging the crap out of me.

I will give Debbie props; she is hot for that un-toothpick like form.

Not bad hair, chest, legs.

Ass is a little on the large side.

But then again, more cushion for the pushin'.

Right?

Yeah, so my attractive response today was, "Whatever, not now Debbie."

Where as other days it might be something much more charming like, "Hey Baby, wanna hook up tonight?" or maybe, "The shirt is really unflattering, you'd look better with it off."

Maybe even, "You're like a parking ticket, you've got fine written all over!"

All of the above answers—besides the one I actually said—would get me something tonight.

Even if it's just tonsil hockey.

Debbie started blinking even more.

Pouting her bottom lip out really far, she attempted to win me over.

Instead she just looked like a loser baby.

And I really didn't care.

See, I'm turning into a depressed FREAK!

And it's seriously all Suze's fault.

Every moment, all I can think about is Suze.

So what if it's just her amazing figure.

I still can't get her off my mind.

And see how she is affecting me?

I officially hate Suze Simon.

Okay so that's the biggest lie since the rumor last month that Debbie Mancuso is a virgin.

I love Suze.

A lot too.

But that's what I hate.

For like forever…okay not forever but a while now.

I haven't been able to get Suze Simon off my mind.

It's always Suze this or Suze that.

Or Suze would look good without that.

And she is being completely stubborn about it, and won't give me the light of the day.

But I've got Suze on my mind so often, my life is going bad.

Like socially, I'm being an idiot, but I can't help it.

Suze is all I want.

And yet I can't seem to get her.

Which is making life really, really hard.

After supper and the awkward confrontation with Suze, last night, I crashed on my bed and just stared at the ceiling.

I counted ever dot of the stucco.

I made shapes with the stucco.

I sat in the dark staring at the white ceiling, watching the sun set, and making my room darker as the hour went by.

I didn't do anything.

I just sat there.

Then Debbie called.

Aww Debbie. Fun for the night but never girlfriend material.

Or at least not someone you want to call your girlfriend.

Now Suze are the other hand…

See I was talking about Debbie yet my mind always drifts to Suze.

Where was I?

Right, so Debbie called.

I didn't answer the phone; I wait three rings until finally someone picked up.

Someone being David.

I answered in a bored tone.

She was, as normally, perky.

I knew what she wanted when she asked if I wanted to go out for a bite or something.

Maybe take a drive on seventeen mile drive.

But I played dumb.

Maybe not played…but whatever.

SHUT UP! I'm talking here!

I didn't feel like taking her out, because all I wanted was to take Suze out.

I didn't feel like 'freaking' her, because all I wanted was to 'freak' Suze.

See, I'm so hooked on Suze.

Hooked on Suze, like Hooked on Phonics.

And really there isn't anything that great about her.

She is really weird, and not popular.

And although she is really hot, she's really a prude.

And yet all I can think about is her.

I heard in the locker room from one of guys that someone else had this kind of obsession with her.

Guess who is was?

Yup, liar ass Paul.

But I don't know the whole story.

Yet I know that I'm getting that same obsession.

God, I'm probably worse. (a/n: ha-ha fat chance, don't think you've tried to make Jesse disappear!)

This morning in the car, I couldn't even get into my tunes.

I was too obsessed with looking over my shoulder at her.

She was always looking out the window, flipping her hair gently.

See, my mind is so wrapped on her.

I don't know what to do.

I mean, as smart and nerdy as this is gonna sound.

She is my step-sister after all.

So it's not like I can go, 'Hey Mom, Dad, Suze and I are going out, screwing, getting married, making babies!"

I can't even tell them that were going to a school dance together.

I can't, they'd look at me like I'm crazy.

Which, you know, isn't any different from other nights, but this time I'd know the reason.

And then, do I really want to take her out, or is my obsession just because I need to 'freak' her once…or twice…

And I don't know if Suze has noticed this or not, but Paul and I are so not the only ones that check her out.

Just this morning, after first period, I caught Scott checking out her rear end.

And even though Kelly is too stuck-up in her hotness to notice that Suze is some major competition, Debbie sure has noticed.

Big time!

Truth is, Suze could snap her fingers and take Debbie's popularity in four seconds flat.

And Debbie knows that.

Like for instance, now.

While I'm thinking about Suze, Debbie is trying to woo me over.

Sticking a hip out, moving her books so that they're under the chest that she is so desperately sticking out.

I'm not a complete idiot—as Suze puts it—I do notice things.

Just the wooing isn't working.

She just isn't impressing me this morning.

Pity, she isn't that bad.

Freaking and all.

"B-but Brad," she said in a low whimper.

Oh Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.

You and the rest of the Brad Ackerman fan club need to get over yourselves.

You just don't impress me, the big man!

You need to try harder.

Or less.

Hmm, that's a thought…

OUCH!

Way too much brain power need to think.

See, life as the Brad-Man isn't always great.

I always have to fight off like a ton of chicks who want me.

Which you know I would 'freak' them and all, but I don't know if I can supply all the rubbers.

Especially how expensive the good LARGE ones can be.

You know, to fit me and all.

Besides, laying them all would make me lose a lot of weight.

Not good for wrestling.

But my libido would be very, very HAPPY!

But I wouldn't.

Because none of them would be Suze.

None would even compare.

God, I'm doomed to suffer.

Really, how can I be so obsessed?

It's just another stupid chick that I think is hot.

I think Kelly is hot, and I'm not obsessing over her.

At least not like this.

Never like this.

This is like stalker creepy.

Except I have an excuse.

I'm her step-brother.

Right, downer, step-brother.

Whoa, there goes Suze.

Where was I?

Oh yeah!

"Out of my way Debbie!"

I'm gonna get me some honey!

……

Sorry if I disturbed you a lot with this chapter. Really I am! I felt a little disturbed writing it. It's a lot deeper than my others but it shows just how obsessive Brad is getting. And Debbie showed up in this one.

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