Summary: Just because I don't like you, doesn't mean I'm not up for fooling around every once in a while. JuliePortman
Author's Note: Kinda a little bit of trash I decided to write. I think it's pretty funny, a little on the skanky side, but in a fun way. Also, I haven't written a straight up JuliePortman in a while.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Love Hate Relationship
Chapter 1: Sixteen Candles
Julie Gaffney sat at a table in a hotel ballroom, her blonde hair up in a curled ponytail, dressed in a simple black dress.
"What are you doing?" Connie Moreau sat down next to her.
"Sitting," Julie shrugged. "It's a great party Connie." Connie shrugged and straightened her long blue gown.
"Mom's happy so am I," Connie shrugged. "She was the one who wanted to do this. Come dance with me, it's my birthday."
"Your birthday was almost three weeks ago," Julie laughed.
"It's my party." Connie pointed out. Julie smiled and stood up. They walked out to the dance floor.
"Shake it Gaffney," Dean Portman winked at her.
"Fuck off Portman," She said.
"Come on babe, you know you can't get enough of me," He smiled. "How bout you let me show you a thing or two?"
"How bout you bite me?" She smiled sweetly.
"Not if you paid me," He said and walked away.
"Asshole," She mumbled.
"He loves you," Connie giggled.
"He's a pig!" Julie said, "Just looking at him makes we want throw up."
"He loves you," Connie smiled, "And he's totally hot."
"So you go out with him," Julie said.
"I have a boyfriend," Connie pointed out.
"As do I," Julie said. "I think, we sort of left things kind of weird."
"Yeah, well," Connie said, "What did you expect? You're here now."
"And Miles is in Maine," She sighed, "I really liked him though." Connie hugged her. "Go dance with your boyfriend. Don't let my emo-ness ruin your party."
"We should have nights where Gaffney has to wear a dress more often." Portman smiled. "Always catches me off guard when she's actually acting like a girl. Or a human."
"You're so full of it," Fulton rolled his eyes, "You're like addicted to her."
"To that snotty little princess?" Portman sniffed, "Please. Even if I did like her, which I don't, she thinks I'm scum."
"That's because you treat her like dirt," Fulton said, "Try being nice, she wouldn't know what to think."
"I don't care what she thinks," Portman said, "Remember?"
"Right," Fulton nodded.
"I need some air," Portman mumbled and walked outside. In the circle driveway of the hotel there was a huge fountain and sitting on the edge, was Julie Gaffney. "This is exactly what I need," He rolled his eyes and mumbled. She looked over and saw him and sighed.
"Are you stalking me or something?" She asked.
"You wish baby," He said. She rolled her eyes.
"Can't you just go someplace else?" She said as he sat down.
"What are you so mopey about?" He asked, "I thought girls loved crap like this?"
"Crap like what exactly?" She asked.
"You know the whole fancy party shit," He said, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket. She shook her head and laughed. "What?"
"How many bad boy clichés are you going to live up to?" She said, "Do you have a flask too?"
"Actually," He smiled, and pulled opened his jacket, "Yes."
"Wow," She laughed, "I'm either really impressed or thoroughly annoyed." He smirked.
"You want some?" He offered it. She nodded, "Help yourself."
"Thanks," She said and took a sip.
"You look hot," He said, "Just so you know."
"That's nice," She said, "You just completely ruined this moment. I actually almost didn't hate you for a second."
"I was giving you a compliment," He said. She rolled her eyes. "Didn't mean to knock the goddess off her pedestal." He mumbled.
"Excuse me?" She looked at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that unclear?" He said, "Or has no one told you that you're an annoying stuck up little ice princess who needs everyone to love her from afar."
"At least I don't need everyone to think I'm such a badass that I can't even sit through a sweet 16 without drinking," She spit out.
"I would have thought that senior would have removed the stick from your ass," He said, "But I guess when he broke up with you he put it back."
"I broke up with him," She said.
"Sure you did sweet heart." He rolled his eyes. "He get fresh or something?"
"More than you could," She said with a smile and took another hit from the flask.
"That a challenge?" He whispered moving close.
"Maybe," She smiled and giggled, "Are you really a big man Portman?" He looked at her and smiled. He put one hand behind her head and pulled her close. He kissed her hard, open mouthed and without anything held back. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled herself closer to him, every second of the kiss was a fight for who was dominant, and that was what was turning her on about it. He slid the hand that wasn't on her neck down to her lower back. He moved down to her neck, she whimpered, "Portman."
"Yeah babe," He said softly, moving up to her ear.
"This doesn't change anything," She moaned, "I still think you're a self absorbed prick."
"I still think you're a stuck up little princess," He said and kissed her again. "This doesn't mean I like you, don't worry."
"Good," She said and kissed him.
"You wanna get a room?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows. She sighed and stood up, "Wait, Gaffney, come on I was kidding."
"No you weren't," She said, "And if you had waited fifteen minutes, I probably would have said yes." She walked off and giggled. He groaned and watched her walking. He'd screwed it up.
"Where were you?" Connie said as Julie walked back into the ballroom.
"Um, just getting some air," Julie smiled, "Talking to Portman."
"Portman?" Connie said. "What?"
"Forget it," Julie said, "It's a party, let's dance."
"You look cheery," Charlie said as Portman went and sat down with him and Fulton.
"Where the hell were you anyway?" Fulton said.
"Just getting some air," He shrugged. "Having a smoke, making out with the Cat." They looked at him. "Yup."
"But Julie hates you," Charlie said.
"Which just makes it better," Portman stuck out his tongue. "She wants me too."
"Of course she does," Fulton rolled his eyes.
"What happened to you?" Connie said, asked as Julie giggled drinking a soda. "An hour ago, you were completely depressed about Miles."
"Nothing happened," Julie said, "I just adjusted my attitude."
"You're drunk!" Connie said, "You're drunk at my sweet 16."
"Not drunk," Julie shook her head, Connie looked at her, "Maybe a little buzzed. And I made out with someone."
"Who?" Connie said. Julie shrugged and took another sip. "Portman?" Julie nodded. "I thought he made your stomach turn."
"I'm disgusted with myself," Julie laughed, "That doesn't mean it wasn't fun. He asked if I wanted to get a room."
"And you said?" Connie nodded.
"No! Of course no," Julie said, "I still have standards, I'm not giving it up to Portman in a hotel room."
"You wouldn't be giving anything up," Connie said, "You slept with Scooter and with Miles." Julie sighed.
"It's giving it up every time," Julie said. "At least the first time."
A few weeks later when school started Julie walked down the hallway. Portman smirked at her, there was no one around. She went to her locker and started switching her books. He came behind her put his hands on her hips and started kissing her neck.
"What are you doing?" She said and turned around.
"I've been kinda bored since school started," He shrugged and kissed her, "Thought we could spice things up a little."
"I'll try to keep my lunch down," She rolled her eyes. He kissed her again.
"Talk dirty to me some more," He whispered, "Come on baby, I know you want me."
"I was drunk," She said, as he worked down her neck, "I don't want anything from you."
"Sure you were," He said and captured her lips again.
"You know what," She moaned as he teased her ear, "Fuck it." She pushed herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He grunted and pushed her against the lockers. "Last time you said something about a room?"