Warning: this chapter involves sexual assault and eating disorders(I know chapter 2 was implied but this one is a bit more heavy)
I watched her as she headed towards her little cheerleading table for lunch. The way her hips swayed…..and my god, that ass, that perfectly rounded bubble butt. It's been about two months or so since I've moved in with the Santos and each day, my desire for Courtney gets worse and worse. Whenever I see her in the hallway with nothing but a towel wrapped around that naked body or at night when she wears those little night shorts that barely cover her ass and her see-through tank top that makes her nipples totally visible. I don't know if it's because I'm sexually frustrated, I haven't had sex in almost three months and I usually don't go for Courtney's type. Anyways, now I take a lot of cold showers because of her.
"Yo, Dude." Geoff says, snapping me out of my daze. I looked at Geoff, who was flailing his hands in front of my face to get my attention. I frowned and slapped his hands out of my face. "Chill bra, I was just asking if you were going to Lindsay Madsen's Halloween party."
"I thought you were the party king?" Apparently he threw big ass parties at least once a month because that's when his parents would usually go away for conferences. I've only been to one party and that was probably one of the sickest parties I've been too yet.
He laughed and shook his head. "As much as I'd love to throw a Halloween party, Lindsay pretty much holds the reign for that. It's like her favorite holiday or whatever; her parents give her a huge budget for her parties and they are so fucking sweet. Like last year, they had this fucking sweet haunted house, you'd think the idea would be lame, but it was hella scary! Bridge was clinging onto me tightly," He says proudly. "Nice," I say, high- fiving him.
"Geoff, you were the one that was clinging onto ME," Says a girl voice from behind says flatly. I looked behind to see Bridgette taking a seat next to Geoff. Geoff just waved it off and scoffed. "There's no need to be embarrassed, babe." She just rolled her eyes and looked at me. "So are you going to Lindsay's party, Duncan?"
"Sure, why not." I have nothing else better to do. Besides, mostly everybody gets laid on that holiday since it's the one time for girls to look as slutty as possible. Fuck I hope I get laid this weekend, maybe that would stop my sexual urges for Courtney.
Lindsay sat a box in front of our table, oh dear god….no! "Who's ready for the annual Halloween outfit pick?" I immediately groaned in response. Sophomore year, Lindsay and a few other girls from the squad came up with this "fun" idea if we all wrote down a Halloween costume on a piece of paper ,threw them into the box then draw outfits of what you'd wear for the party. The worst part was whoever wrote down the costume that you drew, has to pick out your outfit for you.
Heather must've heard me groan because her head whipped right at me, eyes narrowing at me. "Don't you dare back out of this time, Santos!"
I narrowed my eyes right back. "You can't MAKE me!" I then turned my head away and crossed my arms. This is my fourth year being on the squad, they should know I don't like parties, especially one's that involves degrading women with their vulgar costumes.
"Jesus Christ, you missed every other one; you are NOT missing this one!" Heather orders.
"Especially since it's your senior year, you might regret not going when you're older," Katie adds on.
"I'm pretty sure I won't." If anything, I'd probably regret it if I actually went. I hate parties, I don't want to waste my free times with idiots from school that try to hit on me and reek of alcohol and marijuana.
"Aw come on Court! I'll let you set up all of the decorations if you go?" Lindsay proposed, scooting the box closer to as if her proposal was going to win me over. Ugh, does she really think she can pursue me to go just by letting me decorate….. 'You do like to decorate…' but being I don't want to be stuck for hours with those drunken losers. 'Duncan might be there…' Another reason why I DON'T want to go. ' I think part of you WANTS Duncan to see you in a sexy outfit.' Gross….But maybe if I went, the girls would listen to my opinions more than Heather's and I really can't say no to decorating…..Dammit. I sighed, "Hand me the box."
Lindsay and a few of the other girls squeal and hand me the box. "Don't you dare write down a lame ass costume that could pass the school's dress code." Heather nags. I rolled my eyes and put down, 'Holly Golightly'. I adore Audrey Hepburn movies so much and I just love her Breakfast at Tiffany's outfit. If we weren't doing this stupid 'drawing costumes' thing, I'd definitely go as her Holly Golightly character. It's not up to Heather's 'slutty' standards, but it's definitely not prudish and it's super cute. As soon as I put my slip into the box, Lindsay grabs the box and starts shaking it around a little bit before setting the box down.
I pull out a random slip that said, 'slutty kitty'. I gulped; I don't know if I can do this. I hate my body so much; I hate it even more when other people observe my body and all of the flaws. I don't know if I can go to a place where I'm showing so much skin. 'Oh come on Court, you wear bikini's all the time during the summer, what's the big deal?'
My thoughts quickly ended when Heather started yelling at Lindsay. "CODY ANDERSON? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" she stomped over to Lindsay and got right up to her face. "LINDSAY, WHY THE FUCK IS SIERRA A PART OF THIS?"
"W-we-well….sh-she is the school mascot….and we had to have someone fill in to make the number even again since Tiffany's out of town till November…." Lindsay stammered.
Heather just continued to glare hardly at her while the rest of us tried to contain our laughter. "HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSE TO GET LAID LOOKING LIKE THAT UGLY NERD?" She took a deep breath before saying, "Sierra is dead to me." And walked away. We all started cracking up after she left. The thought of her looking like Cody Anderson was hilarious, especially since Sierra was the one who got to pick out the outfit.
The bell eventually rang and I headed for homeroom. "Princess," a male voice called out. I rolled my eyes in annoyance; I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.
He tried wrapping an arm around me, but I quickly brushed it off. "What do you want, Duncan?"
"Aww, that's not very welcoming, Princess, aren't you happy to see me?"
That fucking pet name I swear to god… "No I'm not! And what have I told you about that obnoxious nickname?" He's been calling me 'Princess' now for the past month and a half and I hate it!
He smirked and wrapped his arm around my waist. "But it suits you so well," he whispered into my ear. I shuddered a little bit from his warm breath and tried really hard to not blush.
I pushed him away from me and glared at him. "Listen here you disgusting punk, My name is COURTNEY not 'Princess' and I don't know how many times I have to get through to your puny brain, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU, AT ALL!" After that, I turned away and headed for my homeroom, ignoring the stares that I received from others around me.
"I love when a girl plays hard to get, turns me on," he whispered into my ear again and took a spot next to me in class. Of course, he had to be in my homeroom….Along with psychology and P.E., Fuck me. I pulled out a book and my earphones, hoping he would leave me alone. He took an earphone out not even a minute later, "So, are you going to that one chick's Halloween party?"
I pursed my lips together and look at him in annoyance. "Duncan, can't you see I'm trying to read?"
He looked at me as if he wasn't buying it. "While listening to music?" he questioned.
"Yes, I like to read while listening to music, it helps me concentrate more."
"I'd be too distracted with the music playing even when I'm focused. Side's, reading's not my forte anyways." Of course it not. He then reaches over and grabs my iPod from me. "Hey!" I whined. I tried miserably to grab it only to have him gently push me away. "Let's see what we have on here…" He trails off, scrolling through my songs. "A lot of orchestra, Jazz shit, how predictable…"
"It's soothing and relaxing!" I argued.
Duncan could only snicker and mumbled something to himself. "Ooh, Spanish songs, okay I'll give you that since your family is Mexican or whatever."
"Puerto Rican." I corrected him. I hate when people automatically assume you're from Mexico just because you say you're ethnicity is Hispanic.
Duncan continued to scroll through my IPod. " Cheer music shit….The Beatles, not bad….What do we have here…" Oh god… "A lot of Snow Patrol, Princess I'm impressed." I sighed in relief, I thought he found a really embarrassing song or something.
I laughed. "It's my favorite band, sue me. I didn't peg you to be the Snow Patrol type of guy." I honestly expected him to be the screamo/ heavy metal type of guy.
"It's my guilty pleasure," he says, honestly. "Who'd knew we'd have something in common," he joked. I could only chuckle in response. Me, a prep, having the same favorite band and a delinquent. Maybe Duncan wasn't so bad once you got to know him. "Red Hot Chili peppers, nice…R.E.M….Nirvana, well I didn't peg you to be a Nirvana type of girl," he said, grinning.
I shrugged. "Some songs are pleasant."
"I have to say Princess, you have some wicked taste in music," He truthfully says, giving me my IPod back and smiled. Not a smirk or a cocky grin, but a real one that made my heart skips a beat. Wait, why did that happen?
"I'm ready!" Jasmine announced from the stairs. She came down looking like the girls from the 1920's. Jasmine's been really into the 20's era recently, I've seen both versions of The Great Gatsby at least a million times because of her and when she's not watching that, she has on some really old movie from that time.
Her parents soon come down as well. They looked like they were going as Bonnie and Clyde for their own party. "Okay kids, we're off, we should be back by midnight….maybe one," Mrs. Santos announces.
"I want you all to be home by midnight as well," Mr. Santos sternly says, he mostly looks at me when saying this. I don't know if it's because he's still ignoring Jasmine or if he personally doesn't like me, probably both.
"Oh Jasmine, look how cute you are!" Mrs. Santos cooed. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Duncan, honey, where's your costume?"
I grinned and took out a red cape and put it over myself. "I am little red riding hoodlum. I'm not much of a costume person."
She chuckles. "Oh, that's cute, It's so you! Where's Courtney?" she asked, looking around.
Jasmine scoffed. "Probably STILL getting ready."
Mrs. Santos looked at the clock and started to push her husband out the door. "Goodness, we're going to be late, let's go, Carter!"
"For god sake's, Meriya…REMEMBER MIDNIGHT YOU GUYS!" Mr. Santos said before the door closed.
"Is it safe to come out now?" Courtney called from upstairs.
"Yes, now get your butt down here, I'd like to be there within the next twenty minutes," Jasmine complained.
We heard the door open and footsteps coming down. When I finally looked up to see her coming down the stairs, my heart nearly fell out of my chest and I could feel myself getting hard. Courtney came down wearing a leopard print leotard that had two holes on both sides of her, matching tail, black kitty ears; I think she was wearing those clear looking tights, and black high heels. Her hair was curled, it looked like she had put on a little more makeup than usual and she was wearing red lipstick. God I wanted to fuck her so bad right now, she was so fucking sexy!
Jasmine whistled. "Damn girl, you look hot!" I couldn't agree more.
Courtney looked down and blushed. "Thanks, It was Heather's doing, I drew her costume for this party." Thank you Heather, whoever she was. Her face was now extremely red. I know Courtney wasn't the type of girl who was comfortable dressing like that and I respected that. But I couldn't stop staring at her though; everything about her was so gorgeous. She must've noticed me staring because she finally looked up, looking extremely self-conscious and annoyed and yelled, "STOP STARING AT ME!" she wrapped her arms around waist as if it would cover up everything.
"Covering yourself with your arms isn't going to prevent me from staring." I tell her with a cocky grin and winked, causing her to blush even more. Oh yea, she so wanted me.
She put her hands on her hips and gave me a death glare. "God you're fucking disgusting." I loved pissing her off.
I felt a draft of cool air hit me only to realize that Jasmine had already headed out the door. "IF YOU GUYS DON'T COME WITHIN THE NEXT MINUTE, I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!"
We finally headed for the door, I made sure to let Courtney go ahead of me so I could get a great view of that perfect ass of hers.
I knew coming here was a bad idea. All of the guys couldn't keep their eyes off me, even the ones with girlfriends, which was even worse because I would get jealousy glares from them. I don't like people looking at my body, I know guys find me hot but I can't help but feel like they're also judging me when looking at my gross butt and hips.
"Damn Santos, you look actually look hot for once," Heather cheerfully complimented.
"Thanks…" I observed her outfit, an ugly tan sweater with blue shorts that went down to her knees, sneakers and a fedora hat.
"How am I supposed to get laid wearing this?" she grumbled and pointed to her outfit. "I need a drink, come with me." She pulled my hand along before I could even respond.
"HEY JASMINE, COME PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Izzy McGinty yells and grabs my wrist to pull me into the circle. My heart sped up quickly as soon as I saw Gwen sitting across from me, god she looked so amazing in her Elvira costume. Her stupid Elvis-looking boyfriend was sitting right next to her, god I wanted to punch him in the face. I'm really happy that Duncan doesn't like him either; we can spend at least three hours shitting on Trent and what a fake pissbaby he truly was.
"Okay, Okay, who wants to go first?" Izzy asks "Okay I will!" she answers before anyone else could.
She spun the bottle and it landed on one of Courtney's friend's, Noah. Izzy grabbed her face and smashed her lips onto his. "Bleck, what the fuck did you eat before coming here?" Noah gags out
She laughs. "Oh don't be a little pussy, it was just cat food."
Noah eyes widened. "Excuse me." He quickly puts his hand over his mouth and runs off. Sheesh, I don't blame him, Izzy eats the weirdest shit.
Izzy cackles. "That was fun! Okay, who's next?"
"I'll go." I say, taking the bottle from her.
I put the bottle on the on the ground and spin it. My heart is beating and the palms of my hands becomes a little sweaty, I watched the bottle go around like a hawk. My heart beats super loud as it slows down. The bottle finally stops, I look up to see who it lands on; Gwen. God bless the universe, I lean over towards her and she does the same. I look her directly in the eyes before planting my lips onto hers. As soon as my lips touched hers, my heart stopped. As cheesy as this may sound, I could see fireworks when I kissed her, electric sparks shot up and down my body. I finally parted away from her; I definitely wanted more of that cherry lip balm that she was wearing. Gwen and I stared at each other when we pulled back, I could see Trent glaring at me from the corner of my eye, like I really give a fuck. We stared at each other for most of the game.
The party wasn't so bad, I hung around Bridgette, Katie, the two freshmen twin girls from our cheer squad, I think their names were Amy and Samey, and Katie's friend, Sadie. I was a tad bit buzzed from the two beers that I had, I'm kind of a light weight since I don't really drink much. I kept noticing Justin Morazarri looking at me, the others must've noticed because Katie and Sadie started to squeal. "Oh my god Court, Justin Morazarri is totally checking you out!"
"He is like so-so hot!" Sadie swoons.
Truth be told, I've always had a little crush on him, he was just always off limits since he was Heather's but now that their broken up…well, are ex's off to? "Aren't friend's ex's off limits?"
"Screw Heather, you know she'd totally go for it if the places were reversed." Bridgette comments. It was true though, Heather always put boys over everyone else, and she was known for taking girl's boyfriends away.
"I don't know…" I say.
"Well you better decide quickly cause he's coming over towards us right now." Samey says. Katie and Sadie both start squealing.
"Hey Courtney!" Justin says
"Later Court," Katie says before winking at me and leaving with the other girls.
"Hey Justin! Um, nice outfit." I awkwardly say. Ugh, why does he have to be so damn hot? He was dressed like a fireman, shirtless of course. It was incredibly hard to maintain eye contact, his body was so amazing.
"Thanks, and may I say you look purrfectly adorable." I immediately blushed at the corny compliment and suppressed a squeal. He chuckled. "Too cheesy?"
I laughed a little. "Just a tad, but I liked it."
"Good to know." He then wrapped an arm around my waist. "Would you like to hangout for the rest of the night?" I immediately nodded my head in excitement. "Good…" He pulled me in a little closer, he put his mouth next to my ear. "Why don't we go somewhere a little more private," He hotly whispered into my ear. I could only nod in response being both too excited and nervous to say anything.
I went out to the backyard to sit on a porch swing; I had a cup of OJ mixed with vodka in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. I switched off going back and forth with both drinks. A raspy girl laugh came near me, my heart started beating real fast again, I didn't even need to look up to know who it was. "Why are you having two drinks at once?"
"Why not."
"I see you also mixed orange juice and vodka together too. God remember when we used to bring that shit in a water bottle to school during sophomore year?" Gwen asks.
I chuckled reminiscing those good times. "I can't believe we never got caught!"
"I know right!" She exclaims
We both laugh a little before it got silent. I wanted to know what happened between her and Trent after the game, did he say anything? It would be hypocritical since he had to kiss his ex, Lindsay. Then again, Trent knows how I feel about Gwen so….Okay, I have to ask. "So what happened to Trent after the game?" I curiously asked with an innocent look on my face.
Her smile turned into a frown. "He became such a jerk, like he totally freaked out that I kissed you. If anyone should be mad it should be me, he was the one who kissed his ex. Like, he totally could've passed that round!" She ranted. She took a sip of her drink and let out a deep sigh. "Boys are so fucking complicated!"
"This is why I'm a lesbian," I joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
She looked at me then did something I was not expecting; she launched herself at me and started kissing me. My drinks spilled on my costume, it was going to be a bitch later on to get the stains out but right now I could give less of a shit. The girl that i've been in love with since ninth grade basically threw herself at me and the sparks were even bigger than before. Her small, cherry flavored lips was like an addiction and I didn't ever want to stop.
I came out of the bathroom, making sure my pants were zipped up tight. That one Asian bitch from Courtney's cheer squad literally pushed me into a bathroom and started blowing me, that girl may be a bitch but she sure knew how to suck dick. As soon as she was done going down on me, she climbed on the sink and ordered me to fuck her and threw a condom at my face when I told her I didn't have one. She must've been just as or even more sexually frustrated than me. When I exited the bathroom, I bumped into Geoff.
He saw the girl come out of the bathroom and grinned. "Did you just fuck Heather Bishop?" I could only grin in response. "Nice…." He says, holding out his fist for me to pound.
"Have you seen Courtney or Jasmine?" I asked.
"I think I saw Jasmine head towards the backyard not really sure about Courtney."
"Courtney?" Bridgette chimed in. "Yea, she went with Justin Morazarri somewhere."
"Looks like Duncan isn't the only one getting lucky tonight," Geoff says and nudges me. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Little knots began to form in the pit of my stomach from jealousy, I know I have no right to be since I just fucked her kind of friend. Why do I care so much anyways, It's not like I wanted her more than just a fuck buddy?
I can't believe I was having a heated make out session with Justin Morazarri. His mouth soon left my lips and traveled down my neck, I let out a soft moan. "You're so fucking sexy," Justin mumbled against my neck. His hands started wondering my body and before I knew it, he was taking off the top half of my leotard and I was encouraging it! He unclipped my bra and threw it somewhere and laid me back down. He sucked on my right boob while playing with my other one. My face was so flushed and I had to look away, I didn't even know if I was comfortable with going further. If I didn't want to go further, I should probably stop since the hand that was massaging my left boob was traveling lower, his hand started to massage my crotch before slipping two fingers into me. "You like that, sexy?" he whispered into my ear.
Okay, I was officially uncomfortable; I grabbed his arm to make him stop and got up. "I'm sorry but I think I have to go now," I say, pulling up my top and grabbing my bra only to be stopped by a muscular hand grabbing my arm kind of rough.
He pulled me back into him. "C'mon baby, just a few more minutes…" he mumbles, kissing my neck again.
I pulled away and head for the door in disgust, what did I ever see in him anyways. As soon as I opened the door, he closes it. "I'm not finished with you yet." He darkly says before picking me up and throwing me back on the bed.
I used all of my force to push him off me. "Get off of me!" I yell loudly, hoping someone would hear
He slapped me across the face so I retaliated by pushing him to the ground, satisfied that he hit his head. I and quickly ran out. I was relieved to find Duncan down the hallway. "Duncan!" I cheerfully yelled.
He looked surprised and somewhat concerned. "Hey, is everything okay?"
Before I could say anything, Justin quickly wraps an arm around me. "She's just fine, see you around, buddy," he says, slowly pulling me away.
I mouthed 'help' to Duncan; he immediately got the message and came to pull me away from Justin. "I think she wants to go buddy."
Justin yanked my arm so hard that made me yelp in pain. "No, she wants to be with me so fuck off."
Duncan punched him and took me; he set me to the side and got up in his face. "If I see you ever lay a finger on her again, I will be your worst nightmare." He threatens. As Justin tries to stand up again, Duncan punched him again and he fell on the floor with his a bloody nose. Seeing Duncan be all bad boy yet in a heroic way is kind of turning me on. He quickly turns towards me and wraps his arms around me in a big hug; I couldn't help but hug back.
I never knew how good Duncan smelt. I tried hard not to cry, I was so vulnerable right now. "Thank you I whispered."
"Anytime." He was now rubbing little circles on my back.
"Can we go into the bathroom?" I asked. I could feel the tears coming and I didn't want to cry in front of that bastard.
"Sure." He pulled away and smiled sweetly at me.
We went into the bathroom a few doors down and as soon as he locked the door, I couldn't hold the tears anymore. We sat on the ground while he held me and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. He continued to rub little circles on my back again to sooth me, I was really liking this sweet side of him.
Once my crying stopped, I looked at my hands that had black smear from my makeup. "I probably look like shit right now," I say, I usually do after I cry.
Duncan tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and wiped some of the tears that were still falling from my face. I looked at him and he smiled lovingly at me, that smile made my heart melt. "Nope, you still look beautiful." He honestly says.
I blushed. "Duncan, why are you being so nice to me now?" Usually he was rude and cocky, always making fun of me; I have never seen this side of him.
"I may not act like it but I do care about you Courtney. I don't want you getting raped or abused, you don't deserve that. I'm so glad I got there on time otherwise god knows what he could've done to you!" He rambled.
"I can defend for myself." I quickly spat.
He chuckles. "Oh I know, but you needed a shoulder to cry on right?"
I smiled. "True."
"So…do you want to talk about what happened? We don't have to if you don't want, but I do want to know if that asshole physically hurt you."
I let out a deep sigh. "We were making out and I had let things go way farther than my comfort zone, I decided that him fingering me was too far, so I stopped him but he kept grabbing me and putting me back on the bed. I finally yelled at him and he slapped me so I pushed him down on the floor hard."
Duncan's face was boiling with anger. "He slapped you?" I only nodded in response. He quickly got up. "That fucking bastard is gonna pay-" He says opening up the door only for me to quickly shut it again.
"Duncan, please, not now, I don't want to cause a scene right now, I just want you to stay with me." I tell him, grabbing his hand. I felt embarrassed saying that, knowing later he would probably tease me about that last part I said but right now I was too shakened up by this whole event.
His anger was soon washed away with a sincere smile, one that made my heart beat. "We should probably get going soon," I suggest, looking at my phone that read '11:50'. He nods his head in agreement. "Let's go find Jasmine. Thank you again for being there for me," I say softly.
He kisses my forehead but keeps his lips there. "Anytime, I'm always here for you." He whispers against my forehead. My heart starts to beat even louder, I can feel little butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. Why was I suddenly feeling like this for Duncan? Maybe it was just the alcohol or something.
After searching the whole house for Jasmine, we finally found her lying in the backyard with Gwen, laughing hysterically. There were red cups and beer bottles around them, jeezus Jasmine…
"HEY YOU GUUUUYZ" Jasmine yells trying to get up but quickly falls back on the ground like a toddler and starts laughing really hard to the point of crying. Shit, she was really wasted.
Courtney immediately tries to help stand her up and slings Jasmines arm around her shoulder. "Okay, we definitely need to get you into bed before mom and dad get home."
I take Jasmine from Courtney and carry her over my shoulder. "WEEEEEEE!" Jasmine yells and starts slapping my butt. "Yo-your butt is like bongoooos." She laughed and continued slapping my butt. God I really hope she doesn't throw up on me. "Duncan you have nice azzets, hehe I sure YOU nuticied em well, sissy!" She says, pointing at Courtney, who just blushed. I smirked; she so has a thing for me. I wasn't going to comment about her blush or the fact that she was eyeing my butt too since she just went through a ton of shit. That douche was going to pay for hurting my princess. 'Your princess?' someone's whipped…Fuck off conscience! Ugh I didn't mean it like that… I put Jasmine in the back of the car and buckled her up.
"Jasmine, where are the keys?" Courtney asked.
Jasmine giggled before reaching into her cleavage. Jeezus, this girl was going to wake up with a seriously awful hangover tomorrow morning. "Hehe, I keypt them in me boobies." She then started laughed hysterically.
I hopped into the passenger seat and we took off quickly, our goal was to put Jasmine into bed before their parents got back. We reached the house to see that that Mr. and Mrs. Santos weren't back yet, thank god. We put Jasmine into bed, who fell asleep five minutes after laughing hysterically over nothing.
Later on that night, I decided to go up to get a glass of water only to hear gagging noises from the bathroom. At first I figured it was Jasmine since she was super wasted, then I noticed one of Courtney's movies playing on the T.V., it then dawned on me, Courtney's eating disorder. I've gone two months without saying anything since it would've been weird asking someone you barely knew. I don't know if Jasmine or her mom have approached her with the subject recently. I meant it when I told Courtney earlier that I care about her and don't want anything bad happening to her. I decided to knock on the door. "Princess?"
"Go away." She said with her voice cracking
"Please, I just want to talk." There was no response. "Okay, I'll go wake up Jasmine or your mom…"
I heard the toilet flush before she quickly opened up door, her eyes all red. "Did you just throw up?"I asked seriously.
"I just ate something funny, no biggie." Her eyes were looking anywhere but mine.
I just hugged her tightly without saying a word; I didn't need to at the moment. "Dammit Duncan, you're going to make me cry again!" She nagged into my chest, I just chuckled softy.
She pulled away and finally made eye contact with me. "You don't understand the pressure, trying to look good in your cheer uniform; no one wants to be the fat cheerleader." Why does every chick think they're fat? They could be a size 2 stick and still think they're fat, I don't get chicks. Courtney was far from fat, she wasn't super skinny, she was a super fit average girl with curves.
"Courtney, why would you want to be like a skinny twig? You're curves make you look way hotter." I put my index finger under her chin so that she was looking directly into my eyes; I rested my forehead against hers. "You are a beautiful, incredibly sexy girl; don't let people tell you otherwise," I softly tell her.
She pulled away from me. "Thanks, but telling me that will not make me hate my flaws any less."
"Well if it makes you feel any better, I find every square inch of you arousing," I seductively tell her.
She playfully smacked my shoulder. "You're such a perv!" she laughs a little. "Thanks though."
"So do you want me to stay up with you for a bit, in case you have any urges to…" I trailed off not really wanting to finish that sentence. I felt kind of awkward finishing that sentence but I wanted to make sure she was safe and not doing anything that could prevent her from going to the hospital.
"I don't think there will be anymore but I was just about to put on a movie, you're welcome to join if you want."
I smiled. "I'd love too."
We watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, which was her favorite movie. She told me that Audrey Hepburn was her favorite actress and idolized her. Once you really got to know her, looking past her bossy and over-bearing side, she was actually really pleasant to be around. After today especially, I think I might've developed more than just sexual feelings for her. Within the span of an hour, she was already fast asleep on my lap. I would've carried her up to bed except exhaustion took over my body and my eye lids were getting heavy and starting to droop.
This took forever to write but I'm pleased with how it came out. Review!