Disclaimer- I think these are pretty pointless, I obviously don't own Pokemon, Gary, Misty, or any other characters... but anyway

Chapter 2 - Party Time! Or not…

"Hey you ready?" he asked nonchalantly with a suave look.

I pushed him out the door. "Let's go."

"In a hurry, Red?"

I hate that name.

"Don't call me that," I said walking up to the passenger door of his cherry red convertible.

"Whatever you say, Red," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes as I climbed in the car. Thankfully, Stephanie held my sisters back long enough for us to drive off. I looked back to see them push through the front door, look disappointed to miss us, and walk back inside. Stephanie smiled at me, held her thumb up and then waved.

After a few minutes, he broke the silence.

"You look nice," he said nonchalantly.

"So where is this party?" I asked. He paused for a moment, taken aback that I didn't swoon over his compliment.

"You'll see," he simply stated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked in annoyance.

"Just wait," he pushed.

"Fine," I said, crossing my arms.

A few minutes later we pulled into a long driveway.

"Gary?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are there no cars here?"

"Well…"

"Gary," I said in a stern voice.

"I didn't really want to take you to a party," he sighed. "I wanted to ask you on a date, but I was scared. I didn't think you liked me," he admitted while rubbing the back of his neck.

It was almost sweet, but then I remembered, Gary Oak doesn't do sweet.

"Okay, what's the catch? You wanted to lure me to your house so you could have your fun with me and leave in the morning like I'm one of your trashy whores?"

"What?"

Like he didn't know. I've heard stories about him. He takes girls and uses them for sex, and then leaves in the morning like it never happened.

"I've heard things about you. Not good things, either."

"Misty. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Whatever."

"This might be hard to believe, but," he paused.

"Spit it out, Oak."

"I'm a virgin."

No. Way. Does he think I'm stupid? I got out of the car and started walking out of the driveway. He ran after me.

"Misty! I'm telling the truth!"

"Yeah, right," I grumbled, walking faster. He grabbed my arm and stood in front of me.

"Why don't you believe me?"

"For obvious reasons."

"I don't do that kind of stuff, I promise."

"Yeah, right."

"Misty, I'm telling the truth! I did used to be a player and all, and of course I regret those days, but I never slept with one of those girls, you have to believe me."

There was sincerity in his voice that made me want to believe him, but I couldn't. I yanked out of his grip and ran away. He knew better than to follow me. I ran all the way to Stephanie's house in about ten minutes.

"He's such a liar!" I screamed as I barged into her house.

"What?!" she exclaimed, jumping off her couch.

"Gary. He's a lying jerk. Like I'd believe he's a virgin," I grumbled.

"He's a virgin?" she asked in unbelief.

"He told me he is, but I don't believe that for a second."

"Well what if he's telling the truth?"

I pondered that crazy thought for a second. There's no way I believe him. He has too many whores to be a virgin.

"Misty?" she asked. I must've been zoned out for longer than I thought.

"No. He had to have been lying," I decided.

"Whatever you want to think," she sighed.

Maybe Gary was telling the truth. It wouldn't be that crazy, right? Part of me wanted to believe him, but I couldn't bring myself to it. He was too much of a player.

"Well do you want to watch a movie while you're here?" she said, jarring me from my thoughts.

"Why not," I agreed.

"What do you want to watch?"

"I don't care."

I sat down on the couch and she went up to her room to pick out a movie. She came back down with some old horror movie.

An hour and forty-three minutes later, the movie ended, and I decided to leave.

"See you!" she shouted at me through the front doorway.

"Thanks!" I yelled back.

I went home. I decided not to tell my sisters.

"How did it go?"

"Good," I lied as I hurried upstairs.

…

The next morning I walked downstairs to breakfast.

"Why did you guys make breakfast?"

"Well," started Daisy, "we figured you'd need some energy, seeing that you were with Gary last night," she winked.

I groaned and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To Stephanie's," I said before shutting the door.

I ran to Stephanie's house.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as I walked in the door.

"My sisters," I said, knowing I need not say more.

"Do you want to go to the zoo today?" she asked out of the blue.

"Uhm, sure?" I said hesitantly. Something must be going on. I bet Gary told her to get me to go so he could surprise me. Does he think I'm stupid? I'm not falling for it. If he shows up, I'm leaving.

I let Stephanie drive us to the zoo. I hate driving. I would never admit it to anyone, especially Gary, but I'm not the best driver. As a matter of fact, I stink. One time I went the wrong way on a one way road. I had to drive over the concrete median. My sisters never rode with me again.

We arrived at the zoo only to find a few other people there, which was surprising. Unfortunately, one of them was Isys.

"Misty," Stephanie started, but didn't need to finish. I grabbed her wrist and started fast walking to the monkey house, hoping she wouldn't find us there.

We walked out of the monkey house a while later, and decided to find some food.

…

"Thank you, come again," smiled the old lady who had just given us our food. Her brown hat had a lion on it and had 'Jungle Café' written in green letters.

We took our burgers and sat down at a table to eat.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," came a snide voice from behind. I immediately knew who it was.

"Leave us alone," Stephanie glared.

"I just want to have a friendly conversation, is that too much to ask?" Isys replied in a bittersweet tone.

"We have nothing to talk about," I spat.

"Oh yes we do," she rudely smirked. "A little bird told me that you were with my boyfriend last night, and I just couldn't believe you would do such a thing," she spoke in a childish voice.

"First of all, he isn't your boyfriend anymore. He dumped you a few weeks ago, remember? Second, why would it matter if I was with him or not? I would never be one of his whores. And I definitely wouldn't lower my standards enough to be his girlfriend," I said before triumphantly taking a bite out of my burger.

She was speechless. I stood up and threw my trash away.

"Let's go," I said to Stephanie.

We walked around the zoo for a little while longer and decided to leave. I'm surprised Gary didn't show. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore. Whatever. I couldn't care less about what his small mind thinks about. Part of me hopes it's about me. But I don't care. I have better things to do with my time. I'm not going to waste it thinking about him.

"Misty?" came Stephanie's voice, stirring me from my thoughts.

"Can we just leave?" I asked, ready to have alone time. I needed to think.

"Sure," she said hesitantly.

…

We got to her house at almost five o'clock.

"I think I better just go home. My sisters will be wondering where I'm at."

I left my phone at home, so they had no way to contact me, and that's just the way I like it.

I walked home and went straight to my room.

I heard a knock.

"Misty?" came Violet's voice. "Like, are you okay?"

"Yes, Violet. I just want to be alone," I shouted at the door.

I heard her footsteps leave, so I was free to think about anything and everything. Unfortunately, my mind kept going back to the same thing. Gary. Why was Isys so rude to me? Did she think I was after Gary? Or maybe she knew something. Maybe I'm the reason he broke up with her?

"No," I said aloud. There's no way Gary wants anything from me, other than sex. I don't like him. He isn't even that good looking. Well, maybe just his body. I saw him at the pool once, and I wasn't disappointed with what I saw. He definitely logged some hours at the gym. And maybe his face. His eyes were drop dead gorgeous. He even had a perfect smile. And his hair? Don't even get me started. His chestnut spikes were enough to drive a girl crazy. But he wasn't that good looking. And he's such an airhead. I mean, he did graduate Harvard at the top of his class and all, but he wasn't smart. Well maybe he was, but it didn't show. His personality wasn't the greatest either, but he did seem to make me laugh a lot. Maybe he wasn't that bad.

I decided to stop thinking about it. I might give him a chance eventually, if he proves worthy. But he probably won't, so I'm not holding my breath.

I couldn't go to sleep, for it was only five thirty, so I decided to watch a movie. I didn't even pay that much attention to it. My mind kept wandering.

When the movie finally ended, I decided to give Gary a call. I wanted to apologize for my rude behavior.

I dialed his number and someone quickly picked up.

"Misty," said a snide voice on the other end. A girl voice.

Isys.

To Be Continued…