Cool By Name, Not So Much By Association..., chapter 10
I sat in the kitchen, a week later doing nothing. It was so boring being all alone in the house. Normally Claud and Frankie would be back from school but he had a playdate with a girl in his class, so Claudia went shopping. She invited me but I wasn't really in the mood.
Everyone I told about the whole Zach incident had just laughed. Dad, Bille and Mike were proud of me and as a joke always put their hands over their 'goods' everytime I came into the room.. It was funny at first but now it was just annoying... I would've gone down to the studio but Dad locked the door, so I couldn't get in. Mom (yes all the way from New York) had grounded me. Dad still left me TV but he drew the line at the studio. It sucked but it gave me time to work on some designs for Adeline. Adie had told me to work on them over the next couple of weeks and she'd show them to her Designers at the end of my four week internship.
The last day at school was weird... I basically hid behind Molly, Avi and Bren all day, but I still got dirty looks from all the popular people. The rest of the school's rejects gave me high-fives and cheers as I passed them. I was so glad to be finished for the summer.
I scribbled out a twisty design with.
Revenge is a bitch, but I love her on it, but scrunched it up. It was really hard to thing of the quirky designs, like the clothes Adeline usually dished out.
I wasn't going to give up, but I decided to take a break. A few laps in the pool would clear my head.
I searched all over my room for my swimming togs but could only find a black bikini I had gotten for a holiday in Hawaii a few years ago. It was a bit tight but it looked alright for my backyard.
The cool water surrounded my body and my mind felt at ease. In the water was where i always felt best. Dad always said that I was defineatly a Dolphin in a previous life. After my eighth lap I stopped and leant up against the side of the pool. I took a deep breath and saw a shadow fall across the edge of the pool. The smirking face of Joey Armstrong looked down at me.
I gave him a funny look getting out of the pool. I grabbed my towel and put it around me.
"You look better with that off, you know," He said, walking closer to me. I felt completely uncomfortable in the Bikini all of a sudden.
"Oh, so your talking to me now!" I spat at him. He was pissing me off by just being there.
"I was giving you time to see your mistake with Zach."
"Nothing happened between the two of us!" I said to him my voce getting louder. Trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating loudly in my ears. My pulse was going a mile a minute and I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. The same one I got when I thought of Ryan Ross, of Panic! At The Disco.
"I'm glad. He doesn't diserve to have you...you diserve someone pure." His mouth was twisted very delicately at the tips. I wanted so very much to kiss them. And every other part of Joey.
I took deep breaths and tried to ignore the nagging voice at the back of my head that was screaming, MOVE AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!! Remember logic? that really worked for you in the past. Joey Armstrong is very, very, very bad news!!! Ramona! I'm talking to you.
But, of course I ignored that voice and pulled Joey to me by the back the neck. My towel fell to the floor. He pressed his mouth to mine, planting small kisses all along my face. He moved to nibbling my ear. I bit my lip. He moved back to my mouth and started exploring it. His hands were moving through my hair, squeezing out all the water. He stopped and one hand held onto my waist while the other went to the top of my bikini bottoms. His thumb teased the side bit where it tied. My hands held behind his neck, keeping him there, so he could do all these awfully wonderful things to me. His hand ran across my stomach and stopped directly below my bellybutton.
I had three choices in this suitation.
Number one, let his hand wonder down and...eummm well you know...
Number two, get some sence, pull away and stop the newest pain of my life doing somthing we'd both reget.
Number three, grab his hand and pull him up to my room and let him do stuff to me that I could've never imagined.
You know I didn't pick number three and number one is just disgusting. So, yes, that's right. I pulled away from Joey and took my leg down.
His hand hung limply in front of him. His face was mixed with disbelief, hunger, disappointment and anger. Mostly there was anger.
"Joey....I....we can't...It's not right..." I mumbled, looking at the floor.
He gave me a look of utter disgust. Like I was a piece of dog crap on the end of his shoe. It was one of those looks that made you want to die, instead of bare it.
Then, as tears filled the rims of his eyes, he looked like a lost little boy, in a big bad world of utter assholes. I was the asshole. He turned quickly and ran out the side door.
I stood there in my too small bikini, the first girl who had ever broken Joey Armstrong's heart..
Everyone I told about the whole Zach incident had just laughed. Dad, Bille and Mike were proud of me and as a joke always put their hands over their 'goods' everytime I came into the room.. It was funny at first but now it was just annoying... I would've gone down to the studio but Dad locked the door, so I couldn't get in. Mom (yes all the way from New York) had grounded me. Dad still left me TV but he drew the line at the studio. It sucked but it gave me time to work on some designs for Adeline. Adie had told me to work on them over the next couple of weeks and she'd show them to her Designers at the end of my four week internship.
The last day at school was weird... I basically hid behind Molly, Avi and Bren all day, but I still got dirty looks from all the popular people. The rest of the school's rejects gave me high-fives and cheers as I passed them. I was so glad to be finished for the summer.
I scribbled out a twisty design with.
Revenge is a bitch, but I love her on it, but scrunched it up. It was really hard to thing of the quirky designs, like the clothes Adeline usually dished out.
I wasn't going to give up, but I decided to take a break. A few laps in the pool would clear my head.
I searched all over my room for my swimming togs but could only find a black bikini I had gotten for a holiday in Hawaii a few years ago. It was a bit tight but it looked alright for my backyard.
The cool water surrounded my body and my mind felt at ease. In the water was where i always felt best. Dad always said that I was defineatly a Dolphin in a previous life. After my eighth lap I stopped and leant up against the side of the pool. I took a deep breath and saw a shadow fall across the edge of the pool. The smirking face of Joey Armstrong looked down at me.
I gave him a funny look getting out of the pool. I grabbed my towel and put it around me.
"You look better with that off, you know," He said, walking closer to me. I felt completely uncomfortable in the Bikini all of a sudden.
"Oh, so your talking to me now!" I spat at him. He was pissing me off by just being there.
"I was giving you time to see your mistake with Zach."
"Nothing happened between the two of us!" I said to him my voce getting louder. Trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating loudly in my ears. My pulse was going a mile a minute and I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. The same one I got when I thought of Ryan Ross, of Panic! At The Disco.
"I'm glad. He doesn't diserve to have you...you diserve someone pure." His mouth was twisted very delicately at the tips. I wanted so very much to kiss them. And every other part of Joey.
I took deep breaths and tried to ignore the nagging voice at the back of my head that was screaming, MOVE AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!! Remember logic? that really worked for you in the past. Joey Armstrong is very, very, very bad news!!! Ramona! I'm talking to you.
But, of course I ignored that voice and pulled Joey to me by the back the neck. My towel fell to the floor. He pressed his mouth to mine, planting small kisses all along my face. He moved to nibbling my ear. I bit my lip. He moved back to my mouth and started exploring it. His hands were moving through my hair, squeezing out all the water. He stopped and one hand held onto my waist while the other went to the top of my bikini bottoms. His thumb teased the side bit where it tied. My hands held behind his neck, keeping him there, so he could do all these awfully wonderful things to me. His hand ran across my stomach and stopped directly below my bellybutton.
I had three choices in this suitation.
Number one, let his hand wonder down and...eummm well you know...
Number two, get some sence, pull away and stop the newest pain of my life doing somthing we'd both reget.
Number three, grab his hand and pull him up to my room and let him do stuff to me that I could've never imagined.
You know I didn't pick number three and number one is just disgusting. So, yes, that's right. I pulled away from Joey and took my leg down.
His hand hung limply in front of him. His face was mixed with disbelief, hunger, disappointment and anger. Mostly there was anger.
"Joey....I....we can't...It's not right..." I mumbled, looking at the floor.
He gave me a look of utter disgust. Like I was a piece of dog crap on the end of his shoe. It was one of those looks that made you want to die, instead of bare it.
Then, as tears filled the rims of his eyes, he looked like a lost little boy, in a big bad world of utter assholes. I was the asshole. He turned quickly and ran out the side door.
I stood there in my too small bikini, the first girl who had ever broken Joey Armstrong's heart..
