Chapter 20: Introducing...

User: TrojansNotNeeded
Date: 2/14/08
Mood: Content

Hello my beautiful friends. One week ago, I had the most miraculous experience. If it is any indication of how the rest of my life is going to feel, I say bring life on. Seriously, I feel as if I've been sleeping my entire life and have just woken up. Realizing that I liked girls was one thing but actually acting on that feeling, oh my god the rush. THE RUSH! Did I mention that I broke up with mancandy? Ahem, more like obliterated his heart after he made a fool out of me in front everyone at my party!

But anyway moving on, I have to keep this short because Taycen is coming over. Oh yeah, did I mention that she's kind of like my… secret girlfriend? It's so much fun, it's like… living life as a superhero. At school I'm like Clark Kent, seemingly innocent popular student, the moment I get home I rip off my suit and I'm SuperLez! Not really but, you get the picture.

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One Week Prior

"Aiden, we need to talk." His brows were knitted together and I could tell that he had a headache. That would make this harder. I hadn't even expected to break up with him over what had happened the night before but Taylor's kiss had killed any shred of feeling I had left for him. "You were really out of line last night."

"Yeah, I know. Spencer I am-"

"Save it." I interrupted holding my hand up and cutting him off. Anger broiled under the surface of my skin as I remembered his words. I felt like that guy Ted from Heroes, who was like a human bomb, I was ready to explode. "You think that an apology is going to make what you said or did right? I bet you don't even remember."

"That's not true," Aiden said. "I didn't even mean those things I said."

"Isn't that just too bad for you?" We were standing in the foyer of King High, the noise around us was muted as my voice rose to a higher volume. "I guess I should tell you that I mean what I say."

"When you say what?" Aiden asked trying to reach for my hand. It was enough to make me snap, if I'd been Ted King High would have been gone right at that very moment, I slapped him across the face hard.

"Don't you dare touch me. I mean what I say when I say that we're through. Done. When I say that I was going to break up with you before today and that I wish I had! When I say that you never satisfied me in any way possible! When I say that if you ever speak to me again, the entire school will know why you have a receipt from Sweden on your account bill!"

"That pump was a gag gift!" Aiden hissed at me clutching his face where I'd slapped him. "Spencer don't do this."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't walk away from this. Don't walk away from what we have!" He was pleading now, almost pathetically, for me to stay with him. I watched him, horrified as he dropped to one knee.

"What are you doing?" I asked as a crowd began to gather around us. "Get up Aiden, you're bordering on pathetic psychosis now."

"Spencer Carlin," He said as he dug in his backpack and retrieved a teal velvet box. Oh god, oh no. No no no. "I am the stupidest man on the planet and I don't deserve you in any form or fashion. But I am asking you, no I'm begging you to give me a second chance. Let me make it up to you, for the rest of our lives."

"Who carries an engagement ring around in their backpack?!"

"I was planning on asking you for Valentines Day," He started to explain. The crowd had become obnoxiously large and I felt my face heating up with a bright blush. Dammit, now I really was going to be Ted.

"Um." It was all I could muster in front of a crowd who patiently awaited my answer. Pushing my hair back with my fingers, I bit my bottom lip and arrived at my answer. "Okay."

"Really?!" He hopped up excitedly and I smiled.

"No. Not really Aiden." I slapped him again across the face, this time harder than the first. The smacking sound my hand made as it connected with his freshly shaved cheek was more than satisfying. I walked away from him, pushing through the crowd and could hear the laughing begin.

"Dude Dennison got served!"

"I never thought we would get rid of Captain V Card." Taylor said sending her notebook flying into one of my black beanbags. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost eight o clock.

It was the following Monday, Mom had swept me away during the weekend for an impromptu shopping trip to San Francisco and I'd just gotten back around noon. Taylor and Patrick had arrived after school with my makeup work. I couldn't help the goofy grin that split my face when I saw her on my doorstep; thankfully a weekend of overanalyzing hadn't discouraged my crush. From the look on her face when she arrived, the time apart hadn't discouraged her either. A few hours into our homework, Patrick excused himself back to his house to take care of his Chihuahua which was apparently in some kind of gastric distress.

"Why are you assaulting my bean bag chairs?" I asked kicking her lightly in the ribs as I stretched my hands up to the ceiling.

"They had it coming!" I couldn't ignore the fact that her eyes were focused on the inch of exposed skin that my risen hands had unearthed. Her cheeks flushed when she caught me looking and she glanced away, finding the poster of the Plain White T's on my wall very interesting at that moment. I walked over to retrieve her notebook and grabbed a beanbag chair on my way back to her.

"Time for beanbag revenge!" I raised it above my head and began to pummel her with it. She squealed and tried to squirm away from my beanbag offensive. Her strong hands found my bare ankles and pulled my feet out from underneath me, sending me crashing down on top of the beanbag which exploded into millions of Styrofoam pieces. I gathered a handful of Styrofoam and threw it bitterly at her. "You killed it!"

"You started it," she said pulling on my ankles and sliding me across the carpet slowly. "Now it's time for a little revenge of my own."

"Oh yeah?" Nervousness crept into the pit of my stomach as my imagination ran away with what would happen next. "What kind of revenge?"

"Oh it's going to be torture." She said with a grin as she tossed her bangs out of her face. Letting go of my ankles she leaned over my body and buried her hands under my t-shirt. The tickling began immediately and I squealed at her to stop. It was unbearable, I was more ticklish on my ribs than anywhere else.

"Please stop. Please I'll do anything!"

"Is that so?" She asked. I found my hands pinned to the ground above my head, very aware of the fact that she was much stronger than I was. "Anything?"

"Well anything but kiss you," I said wrinkling my nose. "Talk about disgusting."

"I'm glad we agree on that, I thought I was going to throw up on you last week when you kissed me. Have you ever been to a doctor to get that Halitosis checked out?" Taylor asked a glint of playfulness darting in her bright blue eyes.

"Seriously?"

"God, you're so easy to mess with sometimes. No, like I told you before: you Spencer Carlin are perfect. You're an amazing kisser and fortunately for me do not have Halitosis." She climbed off of me and held out her hands to pull me up.

"So, the kiss was good then?" I asked shyly avoiding her gaze. Suddenly, I felt her grab my shoulders and a minute later I was thrown up against my door, causing a loud sound that no doubt echoed down the hallway.

"Remind me." My mouth went dry and I felt my heart begin to pound like a jackhammer in my chest. Taking her hand, I led her away from the door and sat down on the edge of my bed. She smiled and my thumping heart skipped a beat. I knew what was coming, I'd been there before, I'd dreamt about it all weekend.

"Before I do, I need to know. That you're serious about this. That you're serious about me and you, cuz I know how you operat--"

"Spencer. I am. I want to be with you and only you. I know you just broke up with Aiden, so I understand if you need time. I'll wait, and I'm not interested in anyone else." That was all I needed to know and I timidly pressed my lips to hers enjoying the warmth that spread from the back of my neck to the tips of my toes. A sharp knock on my door shattered our moment and we leapt apart.

"Hey Spencer?" It was Kyla, I would know that bashful charming voice anywhere. "Are you okay? I heard a crash."

"Yeah we're alright, Taylor's ego exploded. We all knew it would happen someday," I called out ignoring the death glare I got in return.

"Okay well let me know if you need Hazmat called in, or Mulder or Scully…" I heard her walk back down the hallway and looked over at Taylor who had a bemused expression on her face.

"So where were we?" She asked pulling me closer to her and smiling as our ribcages touched. "About here, wouldn't you say?"

"No I think it was more," I answered lowering my face to hers capturing her bottom lip giving it a quick nibble. "Here."