Title: The Idiot
Pairing: Stacie/Donald
Author's Note: Hello there! I've decided to make this story a multi-chapter fic. But it's not going to flow like an actual story that jumps straight to wherever it left off. It's actually going to be a bunch of one-shots. They'll all be about Stacie and Donald, and it'll probably be a bit confusing because of the time jumps, but I'll always have a little summary for each chapter, so make sure you read those so you'd know what's going on. Setting for this chapter will be in the same setting as the movie, but with a slight change. I decided to keep Stacie as a freshman, and change Donald to a Junior, and Stacie's current 'boyfriend' is a Senior. Anyway, this chapter is basically the meeting, and how they began. Thanks for reading, and please review!
-Sux2budude
Summary: Stacie meets Donald for the first time, and she immediately dubs him 'the idiot'. Not because he was rude and annoying, but because he had the nerve to tell her that her boyfriend was a grade-A asshole. Who the hell does he think he is? Oh, right… He's 'the idiot'.
Chapter Two: The Idiot
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"Hey there, sweet thang." Stacie hears someone say over her shoulder. She instantly rolls her eyes because she was used to random guys walking up to her and saying stupid shit like this. She turns her head and glares at the guy standing behind her. He winks, and she only rolls her eyes again.
"Can I help you?" she asks not so sincerely.
"Maybe you can." The guy mutters. He was tall, dark-skinned, and had dark features as well as dark black hair that curled insanely perfect at the front, and he wears glasses. "Would you mind directing me to the part of the library where they keep the books?"
Stacie blinks at him for a few silent moments, wondering if he was either blind, or just trying to be funny. "Well," she begins answering anyway. "Since we're in a library" she gestures to the shelves of books around the whole place. "And libraries are places where books are found, yes. I can definitely direct you towards the books, which happen to be everywhere." With that, she makes a dramatic exit with her head held high and her hair flowing behind her.
-DS-
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She's sitting at a table in the back corner of the library when she sees him walking towards her with a smirk. He doesn't ask to sit with her, instead, he just drops down in a chair across from her and sighs heavily. "You mad at me?"
Stacie ignores him as she glares at the words on the book she was reading.
"Whatchu reading?"
She ignores him yet again, but this time, she's thoroughly annoyed when he snatches the book from her hands. "Hey! Give it back!" she bellows in a hushed tone.
He smirks as he turns the book over in his hands and reads the title aloud, "Beauty's Punishment… Erotica." He says with a raised eyebrow.
"Just give me my damn book back." Stacie snaps at him and reaches across the table for it, only for him to pull it away.
He ignores her as he opens the book to a random page and begins to read aloud. "He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her." He pauses and smirks across the table at her.
Stacie glares at him, hoping he'd at least go blind from her glares, but… her hopes are stumped when he glances back down and continues to read aloud.
"He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply."
Stacie tries to ignore the way his voice seems to fit so damn perfectly with the words. Too perfect. His tone, and the huskiness in his voice forces her to squeeze her thighs together as he reads on, oblivious to her inner turmoil.
"He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and feeling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out.
And then her blue eyes opened." He stops and closes the book with an unreadable expression on his face. "Holy fuck, this is like geek porn."
His words snaps Stacie back to reality, and she doesn't waste anymore time in lunging across the table and snatching her book away from him.
He leans forward on the table and smiles at her. "You're the girl who's dating Ryan, aren't you?"
Stacie ignores him.
"Come on, talk to me." He tries again.
"Stacie Conrad." Stacie's head snaps up to look at him when he says her name, to find him reading it from her notebook.
"Give that back!"
"Not until you talk to me." He says as he stretches his arm away to keep her from snatching the notebook back.
"I am talking to you, and I'm telling you to give me my notebook back or I'll kick you in the balls."
"Ooh, feisty."
Stacie rolls her eyes as he licks his lips and smirks at her once more. "Your boyfriend is an asshole, you know that?"
She blinks at him, "You don't even know him."
"I know he's an asshole." He counters.
"Look, just give me my damn notebook back."
"Fine. But your boyfriend is still an asshole." He insists as he tosses the notebook back onto the table.
"If that's what you think, then good for you." she snaps at him and pushes her notebook back into her bag before swinging it over her shoulder and stalking away from him furiously.
The nerve of this idiot! She thinks bitterly as she approaches the front desk to get her book checked out.
-SD-
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She sees him again, but this time, it was in her class. She immediately hurries to the desk farthest from him, and sits down.
"Stacie!" she hears his familiar voice calling her name, and she chances a glance in his direction, to see him waving like an excited four year old. She instantly groans and turns back to her book. She can feel his eyes on her, and from the corner of her eye, she sees him stand up before sidling up to her. She holds back another groan when he plops down in the desk in front of her and turns around, propping his chin up on his arms over the back of his chair, just staring at her. She looks up and nearly gasps at his closeness.
"What do you want?" she snaps at him.
He shrugs and continues to grin widely at her.
"Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?"
He cocks his head to the side with a curious look on his face. "Would you rather I kiss you?"
She rolls her eyes and leans back into her chair with her arms folded across her chest. "What do you want from me? I don't even know you."
He lets out a laugh that shouldn't have made goosebumps rise on the skin of her arms, but did. She can't tell if they were good goosebumps, or bad ones. He clears his throat and pulls away one of his arms to run a hand through his hair. "Obviously… How would you know me when you've never even given me a chance?"
"Maybe I don't want to know you. Did you ever think of that?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.
He scoffs, "Nobody has ever not wanted to know me."
Stacie rolls her eyes at him again. "Well, consider me the first of many."
He opens his mouth to say something, but then the door opens, and their teacher walks in. "Good afternoon, class." She calls out to the twelve people in the room. Stacie has a feeling that this particular teacher was going to be boring considering how many students actually showed up.
He gets up out of his seat and walks back to his desk on the opposite side of the room. Stacie ignores the way he seems so sure about her boyfriend being an asshole. But whatever. The guy is an idiot.
Class drags on, and Stacie was already ahead on the reading. Yes, she was a party animal, and yes, she was a sex addict, but she was also invested in school. She loved to read, write, and listen to music like any average teenager. So she was done with her first class assignment, with nothing left to do, and so her eyes begin to wander. She ignores the fact that the first person her eyes had darted towards, was 'the idiot'.
She's certainly surprised to see him reading silently to himself, with a look of pure amazement and interest written all over his face. He seemed… peaceful. Almost beautiful.
But he's still an idiot. Stacie thinks.
A hot ass idiot.
She shakes her head to clear her mind of all images of the idiot, and immediately focuses her attention on the other side of the room, away from 'the idiot'.
As soon as the bell rings, she's out of her seat and headed towards the door. Someone taps her shoulder, and she immediately knows who it is.
"You know, I've come to realize that you don't even know my name."
She ignores him yet again, but he only continues to follow her.
Stacie huffs in annoyance as she turns on him, "What's your name?" she tells herself that she's only asking about his name because she figures he won't leave her alone until he tells her.
He smirks widely and stops in his tracks before taking a step away from her. "Find out tonight."
She blinks at him, extremely annoyed that he would make her ask for his name only to have him tell her to find out tonight. "Tonight?"
He nods, "Yep. Juniors and Seniors party, but I'm personally inviting you… You should come."
Stacie shakes her head, "No, I'm sorry. I don't think I can."
"Why not?" he frowns.
"My boyfriend and I made plans."
"You made plans with the asshole?"
"Stop calling my boyfriend an asshole, you idiot."
"I call people by the names that mostly describes them, and your boyfriend, can only be described as an asshole."
"Well you can only be described as an idiot."
He ignores her comment and continues. "An idiot who is telling you that your boyfriend is an asshole."
She's annoyed beyond belief at his comment. "Why are you so insistent that my boyfriend is an asshole?"
He cocks his head to the side and gives her a strange look. "You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what?" she questions confusedly.
He shrugs his bag higher up his shoulder and glanced down at his wristwatch. "Come tonight, and you might find out." With that, he turns and walks away, leaving her confused.
-DS—
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Stacie gets a text message from her boyfriend, Ryan Niles.
Cant make dinner 2nite, babe. Srry. Maybe 2morrw?
She huffs in annoyance and threw her phone onto her bed as she grabbed her towel and headed for the showers. If he was too busy to show up, then she'll just have to find another way to entertain herself. She can think of only one person to keep her company for the night.
The hot idiot.
-SD-
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When she shows up at the party, it was crowded with people she doesn't know. She immediately made her way to the table with all the booze and filled herself a cup. She doesn't hesitate to grab a shot cup from a girl that was drunkenly swaying, and knocks it back in one gulp.
"Slow down, tiger." She hears him say from behind her, and she can't help the smile that creeps up her face as she whirls around to face him. The first thing she notices about him was that he was extremely sober unlike all the people in the room, and the second thing she notices, is how insanely hot he was. He was wearing dark jeans, complete with a tight-fitting shirt, a maroon hoodie to go with it, and his usual black framed glasses. He could've been a model for a Calvin Klein ad. Hell, with his features, he could belong to a freaking modeling line . Ugh, what god had he somehow saved from imminent doom to be blessed with those looks? She continues to eye him and enjoys the way his biceps bulge under his hoodie as he folds his arms across his chest.
"You're totally checking me out." His voice snaps her out of her dazed state, and she perfectly hides the blush on her cheeks with a laugh.
"No I'm not."
He nods with a smirk, "Keep telling yourself that."
She rolls her eyes and decides to change the subject. "So you said I would find something out tonight." She states, and watches his smirk broaden to a genuine smile.
"Come with me." He doesn't wait for her to agree as he grabs her hand and pulls her towards another side of the room.
"Where are we going?" she questions curiously.
"We," he answers with a fake southern accent, "are going to a quiet place so we can talk."
She blinks at him, "Really? You invited me to a party so we can… talk?"
"Nope. I invited you to a party so you can get to know me. You can thank me later."
"Thank you for what?" she asks incredulously.
"Well, since I'm giving you a free pass aboard the Donald Express, I expect at least a thank you."
"I don't want a free pass aboard the…" she trails off at the ridiculousness of his idiocy. "Do you really call it the Donald Express?"
He laughs loudly, and it startles her. Not the loudness because the music and the people actually drowned out most of his laugh. It's the way he laughed. His eyes lighting up his features, his nose crinkling a bit, and his mouth so… so… deli—
She snaps away from the thoughts before they invade her already confused nerves.
"I'm not gonna force you to sleep with me."
"You're not?" she asks sarcastically.
He shakes his head. "No, you totally don't turn me on right now." He says jokingly.
She blinks at him for a moment before he suddenly bursts out laughing. "Just come with me." He continues to pull her through the crowd of people and up a staircase. He makes a left turn and opens the first door there. Stacie caught a glimpse of a threesome going on in there before the idiot speaks up, "The nerve of you teenagers!" He scolds mockingly before slamming the door shut.
They continue down the hall, opening doors and checking for empty ones. There were at least three more rooms left, and Stacie was not at all amused. She decides to pull away from him and hurried to the last room down the hall, figuring that it'd be faster if they both check the rooms. She pushed the door open and nearly bursts into a fit of laughter at the sight of a girl trying to impale herself on a sleeping guy. It was technically considered rape, but less brutal since it's the girl doing the 'raping'. She immediately slammed the door shut and glanced over to see the idiot hurrying away from the last door andpulling the third door open. She wonders what he saw in the last door, and curiously walks over to inspect it.
She's about to open the door when someone's hand grabs hers. "Wait."
She glances up to see the idiot looking at her with an almost panicked look. "What is it?"
He shakes his head and pulls her away from the door. "Nothing, I just… Uhh, maybe we could just go find somewhere else to talk." She narrows her eyes suspiciously at him, but nods as he loosens his grip around her wrist and lets her go. Just as they were about to leave, suddenly the door behind her swung open with a resounding squeak.
She ignores it until she hears the person at the door laughing. She stops dead in her tracks, and her blood runs cold with rage when she hears another, more high-ptched laugh. Stacie whirled around and stared at her boyfriend, standing shirtless at the door, in only his boxers. He was accompanied by a half-naked girl. Stacie sees red as she folds her arms across her chest and waits for them to notice her. The idiot with her steps closer to her, and Stacie finally realizes why he didn't want her to go inside that room. She looks over to him to see him staring back with sad eyes.
"Oh shit!" Stacie hears her so called boyfriend exclaim and she watches as he stumbles away from the other girl. "Babe—Wh-What are you doing here?"
Stacie scoffs loudly as she rolls her eyes at him. "Oh, I'm just here with a friend." She gestures to the idiot, who nods in acknowledgement.
Ryan's eyes narrow at him before snapping back to Stacie, who wasn't oblivious to that familiar look on her so called boyfriends face. "Why are you with him?... Are you cheating on me with this guy?"
Stacie's anger boils to fury, and she just wanted so badly to punch Ryan's lights out at his accusation. "Excuse me?" she yells at him. "Am I the one who is half-naked with another person?"
He sputters for a moment before saying, "It's not the same."
"How the fuck is it not the same?" Stacie demands furiously.
"I'm a guy. And you're a—," A fist cuts between them and connects harshly with his face, knocking the guy back against the door.
"Don't you fucking dare accuse me of cheating on you when you've been sleeping around like you didn't have a girlfriend!" Stacie screams at him, ignoring the throbbing pain in her hand.
Ryan was rubbing his sore jaw as he looked back at her. "I'm sorry, babe."
Stacie scoffs, "Don't ever call me babe ever again, because WE!" She shouts pointing to herself. "Are fucking over!"
Before he could say anything else, Stacie turns on her heels and grabs the idiots hand, pulling him with her down the hall, descending the staircase, and out the house. They stop outside because there were only a handful of people out there, and the porch was available. She plops down on it and ran a hand through her hair, and taking deep breaths to try to calm herself.
"That was—," the idiot begins,
"Shut up!" She snaps at the idiot, who falls silent for a moment. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve trying to cover up for that asshole." Stacie snaps at him.
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "I wasn't fucking covering for the asshole. I just didn't think you'd want to find out like that."
"And how else would I find out?"
"I don't know, but a girl like you doesn't deserve to find out in the worst way possible, that her boyfriend is a lying, cheating, fucked up asshole!"
She doesn't listen to him as she grabbed him by the shirt and smacked him across his chest.
"Ow! What the fuck!" he bellows as he gets up off the porch in hopes of getting out of range of her fists.
"This is your fault!" She screams, ignoring the little crowd forming around them.
"How the fuck is this my fault? I didn't do anything!" He yells, getting angry as well because he was just trying to lighten the fucking situation.
"It's your fault for inviting me to this stupid party in the first place!" she yells back.
He sighs heavily and immediately calms down. "Maybe we should just talk tomorrow when you're not angry anymore." He pulls away from her, and Stacie suddenly softens at the look on his face. Maybe he had good intentions for not letting her catch her asshole of a boyfriend in the act of cheating.
"No, wait." She says quickly, grabbing his hand to stop him. He stops and gives her a questioning look. "I'm… I'm sorry. I'm just a bit angry and confused right now."
He nods, "I understand that… so maybe you should just go back to your dorm and calm down, ya know?"
She stares at him for a few long moments, and she feels a weird tingling spreading through her entire body. "I don't wanna go back to campus yet."
"Well," he looks conflicted between staying or leaving. "What do you wanna do then? I'm not exactly excited about letting you use me as your punch bag."
"I'm sorry, okay… I just…" she trails off and stares at him for a moment, before finally blurting out, "Stay with me tonight." It came out as a nearly incoherent whisper, but from the look on his face, she's sure he heard her right.
He hesitates for a moment, but then he's suddenly plopping down beside her again. "I'm sorry too."
She shakes her head, "Don't be."
They're silent for another few moments. "You were right." She states softly.
He glances down at her with a raised brow, "I'm always right, but… what am I right about this time?" he asks curiously.
"My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, is an asshole."
He chuckles a bit, "Told ya so."
She smacks his arm playfully. "You're an idiot."
"No I'm not." He says with a half serious look.
"Yes you are."
They continue to just sit there, outside in the cold, enjoying each other's company, and going back and forth disagreeing with each other.
"Thank you." Stacie says after a while.
"For what?"
She shrugs, "For inviting me. If I hadn't come to the party, I never would've found out that Ryan has been cheating on me."
He nods, and looks closely at her. "I'm still sorry you had to find out like that."
She shakes her head, suddenly feeling bold. "I'm glad it's over between me and him. He's never really been a good boyfriend anyway."
He laughs at that. "Well, he is an asshole, so… it never would've worked between the two of you."
She laughs too because he's right. "I'm probably a joke to everyone who knew about him cheating on me."
He stops laughing and shakes his head. "You were never a joke to me."
She raises an eyebrow and he chuckles a bit, "Okay, it was pretty obvious to everyone that he was cheating on you, so maybe I did think that you must've been crazy to keep dating him." He leans forward a bit, his eyes resting on hers. "But then I met you, and you were so different from what I heard about you."
"What? Why? What did you hear about me?"
He shrugs it off, "That's not important. All I know, is that none of those rumors were true."
Stacie softens at that, suddenly feeling extremely aware of his closeness, and that she could just lean forward a few more inches and finally kiss him.
He seems to sense her thoughts because her excitement heightens when his eyes flicker down to her eyes. "And then you just kinda—,"
"Idiot." Stacie says.
His eyebrows furrow and he pulls away with a frown. "Still calling me that?" he asks with raised eyebrows.
She smirks. "Unless you tell me your name, I'll keep calling you an idiot."
He chuckles at that and leans back in. "I guess introductions are in order."
Stacie nods and grins widely when he sticks out his hand towards her. "Hello there." He says.
"Hi." She takes his hand and shakes it, totally not worked up about the warmth of his hands and eyes.
"My name is Donald. Donald Henderson" She smiles widely because she likes his name. It suits him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Donald Henderson." She lets go of his hand, and immediately misses the warmth in them. "I'm Stacie. Stacie Conrad. But you already know that, so." She shrugs.
"I'm not a big fan of names, but I think our names are freaking compatible, you know?"
She laughs, even though she was already matching them inside her head. Stacie and Donald. Henderson and Conrad. Donald and Stacie Henderson. Stacie Henderson.
"and on top of that—,"
She cuts him off, lunging at him, and pressing her lips against his. When they finally pull away for air, she sees him smirking uncontrollably at her. She's quick to deflate his ego with a simple, "You talk too much."
He laughs, and she find that she really like the sound of his laugh. It was oddly soothing. Comforting. Musical.
"Well, I guess there are much better uses for my mouth." He states, and leans forward a bit. She smiles and leans in too, feeling the excitement rushing through her bones, but the excitement stops when he pulls away quickly and gives her a strange look.
"I'm not your rebound, right?" he asks with a frown.
Stacie rolls her eyes at him, "To rebound, I'd have to be so heartbroken and devastated over my last relationship, to the point where I'd kiss some random person, and—,"
He cuts her off this time, with his lips against hers. He immediately pulls away and shrugs, "You talk too much."
She laughs at that, and practically jumps on him.
Before he could place another kiss against her lips, she pulls away and smiles down at him. "I'd like to make sure that you know that you're not a rebound."
He smiles at her, "Babe, I'm too hot to be a rebound. I'd be the guy who you couldn't resist, so you dumped the asshole boyfriend for me."
She laughs, but her mind suddenly stalls for a moment, because oddly enough, she thinks he's right. At some corner of her mind, she might've subconsciously wished that things were different. That she wasn't with Ryan before. Because she would have to be blind, or stupid to not want to get to know this hot idiot in front of her. He was a bit rude, kinda childish, extremely annoying, but he was… different. Sweet in his own way… And totally hot. He—
He cuts across her thoughts when he places a chaste kiss against her lips. "You think too much." He mutters. With those words in mind, she gets up off his lap and pulls him up with her.
"Then let's get out of here." She says simply.
This could be another story for her. This guy, who she thought was an idiot, could be the start of something great. Something special. He could be IT. The end of all ends. Or, he could be her new beginning.
Donald Henderson. She smiles widely as she follows him to his car. She thinks he's the highlight of her day. And somewhere in her mind, she agrees that maybe, in a way, she would've eventually found a way to dump Ryan, because this idiot was too goddamn perfect to resist.
-DS-
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Author's Note: Hiya! To be honest, I think this started out perfectly, but turned out too sappy and cheesy. Sorry, but I have the tendency of making things sweet when they shouldn't be. I just needed to end it as a one-shot as promised in the note in the beginning, and I'd like to stick with it. Also, I kind of sped things up a bit in the plot of this chapter, so it seems kinda off, and so I apologize for the inconvenience. This chapter is not my best writing, but I'll just go with it since I don't have enough time to make it perfect because I'm extremely busy nowadays. Anyway, thanks again for reading, and please review! I'll post another chapter if I get good feedback for this one. *wink wink*
-Sux2budude