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I open my eyes and they're welcomed to a slowly brightening, blue sky outside of my window. My eyes are full of sticky, dry muck, and I feel warm air hitting my neck; breaths, CeCe's breaths. I try turning my head and then I end up rapidly blinking because of the red locks that got in my eye. I lean up, and my body quickly tells me two things by forming chills bumps.
One, it's always cold in CeCe's room.
Two, I don't have a shirt on.
I hurriedly glance for my sweater, but I give up soon after I see it's nowhere in CeCe's frilly room. And as I pull the covers up to my neck, I realize that CeCe's the one who took it off. CeCe took my sweater off while I was sleeping? That sentence alone doesn't even sound real. I then catch my glasses sitting on her bedside table and I sigh as the events from last night breeze through my mind, but any thoughts are forgotten when I'm pulled back against CeCe and she mumbles,"Stay here, it's cold."
"CeCe, what happened to my," I silently exhale as her leg slides under mine, Holy Mary,"... sweater?"
"You started like, shivering in your sleep."
"Don't you think I was cold if I was shivering?"
I guess CeCe gives up on trying to reason with me because she just makes a noise of waiver and her arms slide around my stomach, and it takes me everything not to make a squeal of pleasure because her body is so warm and her arms are around my abdomen and this is almost everything I always dream of every night. And I don't know if I'm hallucinating, but I swear that CeCe doesn't have her tank top, nor her shorts on from last night and her bare skin is pressing against mine.
"Today is Saturday, right?" CeCe asks against my neck, and I shakily reply,"Yeah."
She starts pulling away and good God, she did have no clothes on. "I have a date with Ian today." That doesn't register in my brain for nearly two minutes because I see CeCe sauntering around her in room in nothing but her pink and white bra and panties, and her room becomes a sextillion times hotter. But as soon as the words do reach my brain, my chest fills with that familiar inclination of jealousy and I only exhale deeply. "I should go then, I don't wanna divert your attention while you're getting ready." CeCe nods, glancing at me then disappears into her closet. I think that's the only thing I hate about CeCe; or rather, what I hate she can do. She can look at me for a second and make me feel so exposed.
I sit up with the covers still pressed tightly to my tense form, and mumble,"CeCe, may I have my sweater back?"
"Yeah, it's in the bathroom."
... The bathroom? Why would she put my sweater in there?
Well, most of the time, I don't know what CeCe's motives are, so I don't question it, and instead try to think about how I'm going to get from under these covers. I hate that I'm perplexingly shy, to the point where I don't want to leave CeCe's bed in fear that she might see me and laugh. I'm tall, and lanky, and I've never been that comfortable with my image, but if the girl that I love sees me? I might just about die.
Keep it together, just go and get the sweater, and go home. I can do this. Placing my glasses steadily on my face, I start with my leg, inching off of her bed, and I then I'm on the ground, in my skinny jeans and my plain, white bra. I take another step, and I'm halfway to her bathroom now. Yes, I'm doing it. A few more steps and I'll be safe. Almost there-
"Wow, Rocky. You... You're hot." I nearly collapse on the spot. Did CeCe Jones just call me hot? Me? Hot? "You should take your shirt off for me more."
CeCe cheekily winks at me, walks into the bathroom and I don't think she notices the violent, confusing jerk that spreads through my body. She winked at me. I should have taken a shower; all my clothes soiled now. I take a step into the bathroom and see my sweater laying near the sink, but not without watch CeCe hum as she gathers shampoos and conditioners, almost naked. Why my sweater is in the bathroom is still a question to me. I grab it and resistingly step out of the bathroom, watching CeCe's slender body disappear. I try pulling it on and realize that my head does in fact not go in the sleeves.
CeCe renders my body useless.
By the time I've managed to get and correctly put on my sweater, after having the tag stab me in the eye, twice, CeCe emerges from her bathroom, fresh as ever in her preppy, uptown style-clothing. She's straightened her hair, but not a lot, to the point where's very wavy and natural looking. God, she is so pretty. I wish I was going on a date with her and not... Ian. I know I've told myself that CeCe and I are just not meant to be, but I my body just can't seem to accept that fact.
"I won't be gone for a long time," CeCe calls, flipping off lights throughout her house. "Ian is a super slow guy." My heart tightens in envy at the sound of that repetitive, never-ending name.
Ian Is nice boy, from what I've heard and seen. He has good grades, he is really cute, and he's dating the most popular girl in school. He's living the dream that I dream. Loving the girl I that want to openly love. I wish he would just disappear sometimes, and CeCe would come to me, so that I could hold her and love her. But, a happy CeCe is a happy Rocky. If CeCe's happy with the boy, then so be it. I'll be happy too, even though the happiness is killing me inside.
"I can come back early, if you want, and we can chill out."
CeCe shuts her apartment door behind her, and now we're outside with the sun grazing her face and highlighting the tiny amber speckles in her eyes.
I lower my head, my hair covering up my already-blinded vision. "No, I don't want you and... Ian and worrying about time while you're enjoying yourselves. You've worked really hard lately, and you deserve it. You're probably tired of me anyway, so go and have some fun, I'll be fine." I'm facing down while I murmur forced words, because I know if I look up, even if she peeks, she'll catch the blaring jealousy that's boiled up since she's mention the name Ian.
"I just don't want you to feel left out while I'm gone... If I have time, afterwards, you and I can go do something fun." I pull my head up a little and she's staring at me with the most reassuring gaze she can manage, brown-eyes all filled with curiosity.
"CeCe, really, don't rush yourself. Go and relax with your boyfriend, you deserve it."
I don't expect the tight embrace that she pulls me into, squeezing me and saying,"Okay. Try to do something fun. That means no studying, some real fun shit, okay?" I nod in her arms, and let my arms become looser until she's stepping back and waving at me. "See you later, Rocky." I manage to wave and put on a small grin as she smiles at me cheesily. She disappears into the sunlight, and I'm left standing at her doorstep.
She's so beautiful. She's happy. And if she's happy, I'm happy.
XxX
My head slams against the back of the leather seat and my glasses go flying off my face. Ouch. Dina punches Ty in the arm and scolds,"Ty, could you not drive like a fuckin' maniac?"
Ty smiles, all dimpled and muses,"Woah, watch that language little lady. Not around my little sister." Dina scoffs,"Why did I invite you here?"
"Because you can drive, but don't like to, and I look sexy when I'm driving, so you couldn't resist my body."
"Um, swerve Ty. I have Deucey and that's all I need." I don't think Dina sees the visual annoyance that strikes my brothers face for a moment and he shrugs,"Please, I can get all ladies I want." As I place my glasses back on my face, I notice the visible tightening of my brother's jaw at the sound of Deuce's name. I think that's one thing Ty and I have in common; when our somebody belongs to someone else, it's like a screeching child in your face; it never stops.
Ty pulls up to a high-class looking restaurant and looks at the silver watch decorating his wrist. "What time did CeCe say she'd be out of here, Dina?"
"Right about now. Rocky, can you go and check if CeCe's in the lobby or something? You're dressed way better than the two of us anyway." I awkwardly stare down at the pink button up shirt and dark blue skinny jeans covering my lanky body. I step out of the car with my plain white sandals, the sun glaring against my glasses. I make my way up to the large, upperclass looking restaurant, decorated with various plants around the rim of the building and chandeliers creating sparkles in the windows. Before I can lift my hand to the wooden handle, the door goes flying open, into my face.
Jesus, that hurt.
"Oh shit, are you ok- Oh my God, Rocky?" I hear a menacing crack against the concrete and know my glasses are finished, but they don't seem to matter as soft hands pull me up and I hear an angel-like voice.
"Aw... I fucked your glasses up." ... Not very angel like words. "Did I hurt you?" I lie and shake my head. I soon feel CeCe's fingers pressing at my flustered face and I hiss as she prods against my aching nose. "Oh man, did I break your nose?"
"CeCe, wait up!" I can't see very well but I as soon I spot strawberry-blonde hair exiting through the door and smell that annoying scent of Abercrombie cologne, I know it's Ian.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you weren't mature enough for me, I meant that you just have a more exciting sense of personality."
CeCe turns away from me and faces her sympathetic boyfriend (Ex-boyfriend?) and scoffs. "Which is just another way of saying that I have the mind of a two-year old." I watch Ian sigh and he shakes his head, gripping at the hem of his short pockets. "CeCe, you know I didn't mean that. I was just saying that you're really outgoing sometimes, that's one of the things I like about you."
"Don't fucking talk to me, you ambiguous prick." Oh, big words. As CeCe starts heading to the car (without me, mind you), Ian sprints down the steps right after her and grabs CeCe's hand, spinning her around and promptly landing a kiss against her mouth. The sting of jealousy strikes my body at first, but flies away when CeCe pushes away and mockingly wipes at her mouth. Her face is red; it vaguely resembles the day she fought Tinka. "No, Ian." He gazes at her with a defeated look, and nods.
"Okay." He starts heading dejectedly back towards me, and when I see him bend over and hand what's left of my glasses to me, I mumble,"Thank you."
He fiddles with his fingers, before quietly asking,"Can you tell CeCe I'm sorry?" Unsure of how to respond to such a simple yet perplexing request, I only nod and start scurrying towards the car as the horn hurries me away.
We drive off, Ian sitting on the steps with his hands threaded through his hair in misery.
It's terrible that I can't stop the smug smile creeping on my face.
XxX
Oh, how I love Mondays with a passion. I might be the only person to ever willingly say that.
I can finally try to forget the leeching memories of that terrible night, and instead plague myself with school work before finals. My glasses are still broken, and unfortunately there's no extra pair. All I have are these dreaded contacts in case my glasses broke, in which they did. I sigh and look at myself in the bathroom mirror one last time, knowing that I'll never feel presentable enough to impress anyone. My eyes; eyelashes, irises, eyelids, pupils, everything is exposed, and I feel naked. I feel uncomfortable.
Well, at least CeCe thinks I look okay. She thinks I look pretty, in fact. That cheers me up a bit, and a little unknowing smile comes to my face at the thought of the cunning redhead. She left to her apartment without a word to Ty, Dina, or I yesterday night; I didn't go after her her, naturally because I can't approach people without having a panic attack, and also because I knew she needed to be alone. I missed her body against mine.
I open my front door and JESUS CHRIST- "Hey Rocky, ready to go? ... Um, are you okay?" She obviously notices the wild choking noises emitting from my mouth as she stands there in her short shorts, pink wavy tank top covered in a gray cardigan and her hair falling down her shoulders, practically glowing in the sunlight. Does she not realize what she does to me?
"I- I'm fine, heh. I'm sorry." Why did I apologize? God, why I am so fumbling and awkward? "Comon' Rocky, Ty is waiting." My heart shivers, I love when she calls me that; Rocky. CeCe gives me another questioning glance before tightening her tote bag on her shoulder and heading down the stairs. I shut my front door and start down the stairs. Eleven seconds into my walk, I realize that I'm not actually walking, my eyes are just following CeCe's hips, which might explain why I run into the car door.
Ty, CeCe and I part our ways as we park on the lot and by then my fingers are already longing to feel CeCe's skin again. God, I have a serious problem.
First and second block pass without a blink, and soon enough it's time to return to the place I hate the most, the lunchroom. That dreaded day still haunts me, where I tripped and fell and food went everywhere. At least I have personal table to myself.
Before I walk into the place I hate, I feel soft fingers pull at my wrist and look up, finding CeCe looking at me with bright chocolate colored eyes and a small grin. "Comon', you're gonna sit with me today." She tugs me but I gently resist.
"CeCe, wait, what about?..." I look over to where her so-called friends are sitting, and she scoffs. "Rocky, you're with me, don't worry. I'm top shit around here, remember?" She instinctively sees my discomfort and squeezes my wrist. "You'll be okay. We can go sit somewhere else if they wanna be dicks, anyway."
Alone? Together? CeCe and I? I suddenly feel a lot more confident. "By the way, you look really nice without your glasses." CeCe, I love you so much but please, stop telling me compliments before I just tear off all your clothes. When CeCe takes a seat at the 'popular table' and I settle down close next to her, I can feel the stares burning right through me.
A girl with candy red hair dressed in stripper shorts and an extremely low V-neck begins a conversation with CeCe, throwing a look at me. "Anyway, where's Ian, CeCe? He wasn't in first block." CeCe shrugs, that familiar look of disgust painting her face. "I don't know, I don't really care either." The candy girl raises her eyebrows, much too dramatically for me. I'd hate to tell her that CeCe and Ian are officially no more.
"So, who's your, uh... friend?" A boy with a small New Jersey accent asks. I remember him, the boy that said he'd gotten to second base with CeCe. (I'm sure he didn't even make it onto the field, to be honest.) I internally start to shrink as everyone's attention falls on me, but CeCe's hand slides into mine and she pipes,"Rocky. She's super smart." I hope she knows that holding my hand isn't helping my heart rate at all.
"Isn't she the girl that tripped that one time?"
"Yeah, but aren't you the one who stuck their dick in Hannah 'Herpes' Hagaline that one time?"
CeCe intimidatingly squints her eyes at him, as if daring him to say something again, and the whole table seems to quiet down. "Wow, thanks Dylan, you just pissed me off." It silently humors me that everyone at the table has a confused face. She and I know that she's only thrown that tantrum just so I could get out of there, and my heart warms out of her favor.
"Comon', Rocks." She stands up, grabbing her purse and my arm and dragging me back to the lot. And God, I wish she'd stop calling me that heart-wrenching name. I realize after a few seconds of staring at her butt that I'm being dragged back to Ty's car. The doors unlock and I unconsciously open the door and sit in the passenger seat as she settles in the driver's seat.
"CeCe, where are we going? I don't advise that we skip school today, there's a lot of tests going on..."
"We need to talk."
Oh no. The last we 'talked', I was sobbing and she was holding me which only induced more sobbing. What could be happening? Is she finally going to leave me for the populars? Is she going to tell me that I'm a freaky lesbian geek that shouldn't have kissed her? Oh God, what if she tells me that she's moving? What if she's dying?
"Look, that night... That I came to your house, and we... When we... Um..." She stumbles over her words, and slowly asks,"Was I your first kiss?"
The one question I didn't think of is the most intimidating one, and I gently nod in embarrassment. I hear CeCe sigh and I watch her shake her head.
"Oh."
The unsaid tension in the car is unbearable as I plagued with the familiar hyperventilating feeling in my chest. I have to get out of here immediately.
"I'm sorry CeCe but if you don't have anything to say then I really have to get back to cl-"
And then she leans over and cups my cheek and kisses me.
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