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The Change Within
Chapter Five: Ugh
Ugh. I cannot believe I just promised her that. I sound like a stalker now. 'When it's dark and quiet.' It was supposed to sound seductive - almost like a booty call. If I am going to get any closer to her I cannot be a freaking creeper... Unless she is into creepers. She almost went on a date with that creep-o that lived on Benson Hill before he suddenly moved away a few days before said date. I mean, I know she is scary and all, but to run him out of town?- He has to be a pansy... or gay.
But I have stuff to do! I am Trevor Mitchell, I have a life! I still need to get a costume that goes with Matt and Kara's costumes. I figure if he sees Raven every year I might as well tag along; maybe even get to use a line or two. But still... Do you know how hard it will be to find something to watch Goldy Locks and Papa Bear? There is no way in hell I am going to be Mama Bear - way too couple-ish, and Baby Bear is out of the question - I'm too mature (if you know what I mean ;)).
I thought about what to wear as I entered my eighth period class, Spanish III, the dumbest class that I have this year. Well, it's not that I don't like the class... It's just that I plan on being a professional soccer player or a philanthropist (I know right - the jock used a big word. Stereotypes are shit) not a gardener or busboy (Although they can come in handy sometimes).
I sat down next to Bethany Wershäw absentmindedly as she blatantly ogled my new hair and gripping clothes. I suppose the gray lips were a bit too much. Maybe when I kiss Raven I will wear white instead so that when we walk around with matching gray lips - err, not that I want to kiss her or anything it's just part of the plan to crush her heart and stuff - everyone will know that we were completely and totally making out. Boy will her life be hell after that when girls like Bethany and Wendy and Jennifer and whoever else finds out. I cannot wait to see them have a cow and blindly hate Raven. Turning them all against her will raise my pity factors and hopefully make for some easy 'rebounds.'
Yes, life will be good.
That was until Senora Garcia called me from the front of the room, with her sexy, before-class-starts-voice, captivating everyone's attention and causing their heads to snap in my direction; towards the middle of the classroom.
"Yes?" I asked in Spanish.
"Have you done something new with your hair?" she asked in a rich accent that flew smoothly from her mouth directly into my ear canal. It made me wonder if it would sound sexier than other girls if she decided to talk dirty to me.
"Yes. Do you think it is sexy?" A collection of giggles emerged from the girls who could translate the phrase. Senora Garcia smiled slightly and made a big deal of rolling her baby blue eyes and passed out papers, obviously ignoring my question. That would be a yes.
I ran a hand through my darker hair, tousling it a bit, and giving Senora Garcia a very effective wink. She turned a light crimson and I could not help but smirk - Senora Garcia is rather attractive. With her plump breasts and tiny curves she looked as though she were just out of college. Besides, there was not any ring on her left finger, so why can't I flirt with her a little?- Maybe comment on her dimples and rich, dark hair. What could possibly go wrong?
With Senora Garcia aside, I finished the worksheet (well Chris Tyler did, but he is just way too easy to cheat off of) and basically twiddled my thumbs with Bethany's until the bell rang, signaling I could finally leave this dump and not come back for a week. It would be like a mini-vacation; a well deserved mini-vacation. Granted, I had to miss soccer for a week and I fail any assignment, quiz, test, and/or project that is due, but I can always 'charm' my teacher into giving me extra credit points. But until then I have soccer practice and Coach does not recommend tardiness.
So I went into the boys' locker room and did my normal routine. Which consisted of taking off my tee shirt and snapping it against the nearest guy's bare back (it makes a cool noise); then I change out of my clothes and into our gray practice shirt, black practice shorts, shin guards, gray practice socks, and cleats; next I review my appearance in the mirror (I got to look good for the ladies that are watching). When I am satisfied with my gorgeous-ness I brag about banging a cheerleader to the nearest guy who will listen and finally I find myself on the soccer field, plain black and white soccer ball in hand.
Coach Harris makes us do a two mile warm up, which me and Tison Avery achieve the goal time, thirteen minutes, with fifteen seconds to spare. After everyone completes it we join in a group circle and do stretches based on what we need to stretch out. My calves have been hurting so I have just been touching my toes occasionally, rocking from the balls of my feet to my heels. Then we work on ball touches and dribble around the entire school twice and once around the soccer fields.
I wink at the girls who stare a bit too long and then start talking to the person next to me so I don't burst out laughing on the spot at their sudden shyness. Then once we are done with all the running and ball touches we start doing short passes and work our way to crossing; taking a step back after every other pass. Coach usually has a certain agenda and today we are working on corners because we were 'lacking' last game. Our team has a finished issue and most of the guys have awful accuracy. I have scored five goals in the last six games, but even that does not matter unless I have someone else to help me. Occasionally Matt will dribble up from his defensive post and cross it in for someone to try to score, but usually he just stays in his comfort zone.
We take a five minute break and I down most of my water. It is certainly refreshing, feeling the cool liquid swish around my dry mouth and quench the thirst in my throat. I let out a pleasurable sigh and talk to Matt about a party I am going to throw while my parents are out of town for a week for their twentieth anniversary. I'm thinking of making it a pool party since I love chicks in bikinis even though we are going into November. Ooh, instead I could just throw a hot tub party!
I wonder aloud to Matt if I should invite Raven and her weird friend to the party. Matt shrugs but quietly agrees. He would never say it out loud, but he may have the tiniest, unnoticeable crush on one of them. He tends to like brunettes and quiet girls, so I am pretty sure Raven is out of the question. I would kill him if he tried to date her anyways - Raven is mine (purely for the revenge I seek).
Coach calls us over and we do a cool down mile before stretching and going home. I take my time changing in the locker room since I know what will happen at home later - mom will avoid looking at my new hair and clothes while my father will only mumble a few common phrases and stuff his mouth at dinner so he won't have to actually carry out a genuine conversation with me. My mother will poke at her food, but will only eat a small portion until I excuse myself and hide away in my bedroom. Which is exactly what happened.
So now, I am sitting on my sports themed comforter and staring dreamily out my window, thinking about what it would feel like to take a jog around eight-thirty at night. Then it dawned on me that I can and my parents would not be able to out run me or control me now that I can sleep in tomorrow. So I changed out of my jeans and tee shirt into black running shorts and a black shirt that had no sleeves and a gash down both sides so if you stand at the right angle you could see my chest and abdominal muscles. I then put on the cloudy gray lipstick, the feeling still odd on my lips and the ritual premature yet. I slipped on my running shoes that were in my closet and slipped out my first story window to the plush grass that my front lawn was made of. I did my stretches by the side of the house and started jogging on the sidewalk with no clear destination in my head.
After forty minutes of running I leaned against a dark green mailbox labeled "Madisons" and looked perplexed yet interested at the house I happened to stumble upon. It was odd how Raven always seemed to land straight in my lap at the most random times. And with my drive and initiative, it is all I can do to keep her there. So I walked over to the tree near their house. It has a sturdy looking branch that hung right outside a window. The light was barely on and was somewhat blocked out by a transparent, black curtain. I was going to take a chance as to whose it was. I wonder how pissed her parents would be at Raven if I happen to stumble upon their window and whisper-yelled, "Hey, you wanted to fuck me tonight?"
I sniggered at the idea as I climbed the tree, carefully avoiding the little nubs that would scrape my arms and legs. By the time I made it up I could see the mechanical rabbit poster for that one movie up on the wall... Donnie Darko! I'll have to watch that movie for a conversation piece, if anything. So it was obviously Raven's room and it was confirmed when I could see her figure entwined in her dark sheets through the almost nonexistent curtains. She seemed to be stirring so I decided to tap on the window. When she did not move I started knocking harder, more thumps at a time. Eventually she sat up and rubbed her eyes lazily.
Her hair rose up to one side and this was probably the first time I had ever seen her without make-up on. She looked a bit fuller in color without the emphasis of the black eye make-up on her face. Plus her brown eyes glowed once the light set on them. She must have fallen asleep with the light on or she was not as unafraid of the dark as I always imagined her to be.
She looked shocked to find me outside her window as she stared at my face with wide eyes.
"Let me in." I exaggerated the lip movements so she could understand as I audibly said the words as well. But it was my turn to go wide eyed when she opened the window for me to climb through. I took the opportunity graciously and slid into her room with ease.
She was pulling on a pair of black Soffe shorts when she asked in a half-irritated, half-curious tone, "What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be shagging the brains off of some girl by now?"
I smirked at her. "So you have discovered my purpose of coming here, huh?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically while crossing her arms. We were standing on opposite sides of the room and she responded in her usual icy tone, "As if I would sleep with a Neanderthal like you. I think I would rather have a sleepover with Clarissa Hodge and Minnie Teslo before having sex with you."
Ouch. That was not a good sign, but instead of showing it I decided I would widen my smirk as I took a few strides closer. She shifted a bit but still watched my actions cautiously. I stopped moving halfway to her and I turned towards her bookshelf instead. I grabbed a thick book off of the black painted shelf and saw it was a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's short stories and poems.
"Poe, huh?" I asked, checking out the dark cover with a silver, printed raven on it. "You know, I am an aspiring poet myself."
Her dark eyebrows raised slightly and she asked with curiosity laced thick in her voice, "Like what?"
I set the heavy book back on its rightful place on the shelf and said as I did so, "Money is green; Blood is red;What would it take; To get you in my bed?"
I chuckled quietly as she muttered, "I should have known." Then she spoke up and retorted with ease, "I liked Han Solo; But you remind me of Luke; The last pick up line; Made me want to puke."
I scowled at her, not liking at all how she mocked me so easily. When I turned back to her she was smirking proudly and I wanted to know some way to wipe it off. There were only two ways to do that... So I decided the first was the best tactic: Make her uncomfortable.
"Luke Skywalker, eh? So you think I'm a pretty boy?" I asked, taking a few steps closer, smiling broadly and showing most of my teeth in the process.
"The keyword is 'boy.' Besides, you had a thing for a your sister - which is creepy by even my standards," Raven argued without much struggle.
"Puh-lease. I am more of an Anakin," I responded. Then I cocked and eyebrow and continued with a smirk, "With that being said, you would make a pretty good Padmay - you certainly wear enough make-up to pull it off."
By this point there was only a few inches between us and she was caught between the wall, her wardrobe, and me. She backed up against the wall and I put my left arm by her neck, keeping her caught between me and the wooden bureau. Her brown eyes flashed with concern as she watched my hand fall near her head. She gulped as I put my right hand around the same area, but on the other side.
I watched her breasts heave up and down as her breathing quickened from the anxiety I was causing her. I moved myself closer to her and it was all she could do to try and sink back into the wall. I do not think I have ever really seen her this shy around me, especially since we were in closer quarters the other day. Except now, she made no move to rat me out or scream for her parents. This was my chance and by God I was going to take it.
"So what do you say, Raven?" I asked as huskily as I could manage. "You want to be my Amadalla?"
She opened her mouth to answer my question but before she could say anything I clamped my mouth down on hers and started the passion flow. I moved my lips against hers and soon she was reacting to my action. My head tilted to the left as we kissed as I dragged a tooth slowly across her bottom lip, tasting a bit of the skin that lay there as I slid my tongue along her fleshy lip right behind my whitened tooth. Her breath was heated as she exhaled into my mouth. I let go of her lips and slipped my tongue slowly into her mouth. My tongue slid over her glossy teeth and I could faintly taste the mint-flavored toothpaste she probably used earlier.
Her tongue was cool as it met against mine. We took a simultaneous breath and continued as if nothing had happened. She wrapped her arms onto my backside; one between my shoulder blades and the other on my lower back, pulling me closer, into her. My pelvic bone pressed against hers and I had to adjust my hands accordingly. I placed one lower down on her hip, while I cupped her face with the other.
I broke away a moment later and I started to trail kisses along her jawline before leaving little nips along her neck. She moaned a little as I bit and sucked at the sweet spot in between her shoulder and neck. I worked a little longer there so I knew there would be a hickey for part of the week and definitely on Halloween. I worked my way slowly back to her lips, kissing her with purpose and slightly tasting the soap that was left on her skin. I planted a tender kiss on her lips that lingered as I thought of the costume I spotted her buying at the costume store in the mall. A bumble bee would suit her well and I would not be surprised if she looked good in it. I left Raven another kiss before pulling away and moving my lips towards her ear.
"I'll leave those as an incentive so that you realize that one day you will be hooked on my kisses and it may just be too late," I whispered in a rugged tone, most likely from the lack of oxygen and breath-taking feeling that was kissing Raven Madison.
Her body stiffened and she paled as I moved away from her and we untangled our arms from each other. I gave her a blinding, toothy smile before turning and climbing out the window again and down the uneven tree.
There were only two things after that experience that I knew for sure. One of them was that Raven Madison, little Ole Monster Girl, was a good kisser. The other one was that she was starting to fall for me, and it would not be long before I could kiss her all the time.
I can't wait.