I sighed and looked out the window of my Science class. Physics is such a bummer. School had started over five months ago and I was still not used to my new school's time schedule. There were six periods in a day. Six! Back home, there were only four. Each class lasted about fifty minutes, which was not that bad.
Justin, Jake and I had become really close in the past few months. We hung out whenever we could. At school I had a few friends here and there but that was it. Half the time, girls came over to gush about how 'hot' my brothers were. I assured them that seeing Jake and Justin in the morning with pillow marks over their faces and toothpaste foam gushing out of their mouths is not such a turn on. Most of my brothers' friends at Hazel McCallion saw me as the 'little sister'. They thought I was adorable and cute (gag me with a spoon) and even went as far as to pinching my cheeks as though I was a five-year-old in the school hallways. I went dateless for dances and any other functions at my school. Some guys at Hazel asked me out but I always refused. I was fine with not having a boyfriend. I smiled to myself. Rei would have a fit if she knew that. The truth to the matter was that I couldn't stop thinking about Darien Shields. He was always over at my house, usually hanging out by the pool with Matt and his clique. I tried my best to avoid him but we did have a few encounters. My hormones went crazy whenever I thought about him. I didn't have a clue as to why I was feeling like this, or why Darien, of all people, was the object of my fantasies. I suppose some things will always be a mystery.
The bell rang, jolting me out of my daydreaming. I gathered my books and walked to the lower gym, waving at a few familiar faces. I saw Justin by the bleachers with a few of his friends. Since Justin and Jake were seniors, they were allowed to take a free period for their last class. They usually hung out in the gym, and then waited for me to get out of class. Jake had gone for a tournament with his basketball team in Orlando, so he was not there.
I smiled as I walked over.
"Hey Sere," Justin greeted me. "Michael's going to drop you off home. I have to go downtown for something."
I raised my eyebrows. I knew Justin well enough to know that he was referring to a girl. I shook my head and smirked, letting him know with my eyes that I knew what he was talking about. "Sure, no problem."
Michael nudged me. "Ready to go, sugarplum?"
I nudged back. "You know I'm always ready for you, angelpants."
Michael and I always called each other by cheesy nicknames. It started when we first met, and we still haven't grown tired of it. He only calls me by my actual name when he's with other girls.
We walked to the parking lot, grabbing a couple of sodas from the vending machine along the way. We blasted up the radio and sang along to "We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey on the way home, trying to see who could sing the loudest. I cracked up when Michael tried to sing the high notes. He dropped me off home, and I blew him a kiss.
I dropped off my stuff in my room, changed into a pair of sweats and skipped down to the kitchen. I went in and grabbed an apple, hugging Mrs. L before walking out. Molly, a friend of mine from school, was supposed to come over tonight. She was sleeping over. She'd rented out some movies and I was in charge of the food. What a better way to spend a Friday night. I shrugged to myself. I was not into wild partying. Small get-togethers were more my type of thing.
I walked into my room and grabbed the phone, punching in Molly's cell number. I munched on my apple waiting for her to pick up.
"Hey Mols, when you coming?" I asked, my mouth full.
"Sere? Wow I didn't recognize you for a second."
I laughed "That's cuz I'm eating an apple. Keeps the dentists away."
"You're always eating something." I could practically see Molly shaking her head. "Anyway, I'm going to there in like fifteen minutes."
"What movies are you bringing?"
"Ummm…Ever After… Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants…The Shining and…hold on, lemme check…ooo and Remember the Titans."
"Remember the Titans? I LOVE that movie." I squealed.
"Duh. That's why I got it."
"Aaw Mols, you know me so well."
Molly laughed. "Gotta go, hun. See you in ten."
I hung up and raced to the bathroom, proceeding to take what was probably the quickest shower of my life. I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed some chips, sodas and chocolate bars, and trudged back upstairs. Molly came a few minutes later, banging on my door. I let her in.
"Snickers let me in," She called Mr. Smithers Snickers.
I laughed. "You know that annoys him."
"Yeah, I know. But it's fun." She handed me the DVDs and I popped in 'Remember the Titans'.
"Guess who dropped me off."
"Your lover boy. Michael Devonshire."
"Omigod!" Molly squealed. "He's so friggin' hot."
I laughed. Molly has had the biggest crush on Michael since middle school. Michael thinks of her as his little sister, but she absolutely "loves" him.
Molly sighed. "You're so lucky. Having three totally yummilicious hotties for brothers and all their gorgeous friends." She jumped on one of the couches. "I'll never get used to the fact that you have a whole living room in your bedroom."
I shook my head. "I don't really think of any of my bros' friends in that way. I used to, though. But after constantly hear them burping and farting I kinda got really turned off."
Molly raised her eyebrow. "I got two words for you, Sere. Darien Shields."
I threw a pillow at her. "Except for him."
"You're so mean to him, though."
"Excuse me? He's always picking on me. He thinks of me as his best friend's kid sister. Darien Shields will never think of me in that way."
"Never say never."
"I hate it when you say that." I grumbled, pretending to watch the movie.
"He probably likes you, you know." Molly nudged me.
"Yeah when he was like eight."
Molly frowned. "Huh?"
"He kissed me when we were kids." I mumbled, looking down.
"No way! When was this? How come you never told me?"
"You never asked."
Molly rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. I don't exactly go around asking people if they've ever been kissed."
"When I first heard you talking about Darien I thought you hated the guy."
"I do. I hate loving him." I grabbed some chips and began chewing.
"That's a good way of putting it."
"It doesn't really matter anyway. He knows so many pretty girls. They all have perfect hair and perfect make-up and awesome clothes. Plus they're all super skinny. I don't think I've ever seen him without a girl clinging to his arm. There's no way he would ever like me and I'm not about to get my hopes up."
Molly rolled her eyes. "Serena, you have perfectly good hair and nice clothes. You might not be super skinny but you're not overweight either. You've got the curves. Besides, if Darien doesn't like you because of your physical appearance, then he's not worth it."
"Ever thought of going into psychology? You'd make a great therapist."
Molly shook her fist at me and I laughed.
I looked at the screen and sighed. "I need to get my mind off this shit."
"So why don't you? Go out with other guys."
I shook my head. "I couldn't do that to myself or the guy. It would make me miserable."
"Then go for the other option."
"Make a move on Darien."
I rolled over and looked at the time. 2:38am. I groaned. Just my luck. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a while now that I was awake. I looked at Molly lying next to me. She was sleeping like the dead, snoring slightly. I shook my head and fell back onto my pillow. We'd gone to sleep at around 11pm, with both our stomachs filled with junk food. We'd talked for a while about our lives, and then kind of drifted off. I moved around restlessly. I couldn't stay in bed. I needed to do something. Then it came to me: food! I got out of bed and quietly tiptoed out of my room. I crept to the kitchen, making sure not to make any sound so I wouldn't wake anybody. I switched on the lights and made a beeline for the fridge. I literally drooled seeing all the yummy food that was in there.
"Come to mama." I said gleefully as I grabbed the chocolate fudge ice-cream cake. I wasn't supposed to eat the cake under Mrs. L's strict orders, but I figured I'd just blame it on one of my brothers. I plunked onto to one of the stools and dug in. I was halfway through the cake when I heard a noise outside the kitchen. My mouth full, I shoved the cake into one of the cabinets and quickly wiped the counter. Right at that second, Darien Shields walked in. He froze when he saw me. "Serena? What are you doing here?"
I somehow managed to swallow the rest of the food in my mouth without making it too obvious. "Where have you been in the past six months? Hello! I live here."
He laughed. "Yeah, I know. Trust me, I haven't forgotten. What are you doing down here in the kitchen at three in the morning?"
"Uhh…I was…I was…sleep walking." I finished lamely.
Darien smirked, coming closer. "Really?"
"Really." He was still coming closer.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you out partying with the rest of your freaks? It's a Friday night, you know." I said nervously, trying to shake off the effect he was having on me. I was suddenly aware that I was standing in front of him in my pajamas. With purple ducks all over them. I wanted to die.
"Matt and I decided to chill here this Friday. We were too tired to go out. I came down to get a drink." He was standing right in front of me.
"I bet all those super skinny models tired you out." Shit. Had I just really said that?
"How would you know about all my super skinny models?" he asked softly. We were standing merely inches apart now. This was way too close for my comfort. I moved back, my back hitting the kitchen counter.
I swallowed. "I have my ways."
"Oh, really? What do you do? Stalk me?"
"No! Absolutely not! I've better things to do than care about what you and your snobby friends are up to." I replied heatedly.
"Then how do you know about my 'super skinny models'?" Darien asked, folding his arms.
"It's kinda hard not to. I mean, you're always over here and there's always a whole fan club attached to your arm."
He raised his eyebrows. "What else do you notice about me, princess?"
"Bite me, loser." I spat.
Darien grinned a wide smile; showing off his whiter-than-white perfect teeth. "My pleasure." He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me towards him. Pinning both my arms behind my back with one hand and tilting my head back with another, he sank his teeth into my neck. My mouth opened and formed an 'o' of surprise. He made strong suction with his teeth while gently sucking my neck and blowing on it. My head fell back and I made a strangled noise. I took my arms from his grasp and willingly wrapped it around his shoulders, running my hands freely through his hair; something I've dreamed of doing for a long time. He grabbed my head and pulled me up for an amazing kiss. He cupped both my cheeks with his hand and held me steady as our tongues battled. I wrapped my leg around his hip and he ground against me, pushing me up against the counter. His hands went below my shirt and lifted it, attempting to take it off. I froze.
"I know, baby. I want it, too. Matt probably has a condom in his room somewhere. Give me a quick second and I'll go find it."
Huh? What the-
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not about to have sex with you."
"You're not?" he looked confused.
"No! Not on the damn kitchen counter!"
"That's okay. We'll go find a bed."
"Oh my God, Darien, that's not the point."
"What's the point?"
"The point is that what just happened was a total mistake. It'll never happen again."
"Why the fuck not? I feel it and you feel it. Hell, we even felt it at the age of eight."
"Do you ever think of anything but sex?" I hissed at him, furious.
"Yes." He replied softly. "I think of you."
He grabbed my hand before I could walk away "I think of you every single day. Ever since I first saw you, in your blonde pigtails and pick socks and sweet smile. We're meant for each other, Sere. No point in trying to deny it. You're mine; you always will be, whether we do it on the kitchen counter or not."
I stood there completely speechless. I felt an excited shiver within me and I suppressed it, telling myself that I did not enjoy hearing what Darien had just said.
I yanked my hand away from Darien's and walked away, not trusting myself to speak. I sneaked back up to my room and snuggled back into bed. Molly was still sleeping soundly. I let out the huge breath I was holding and buried my face in my pillow. My thoughts of Darien troubled me endlessly as I tried to fall into a restless sleep.
Hey u guys thanks to everyone who reviewed…yeah I know I took a while to put up this chapter but I was really stuck lol…ill try to put in some more on the next one..nyways, keep the reviews coming..xoxo