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THIS WAS 5 PAGES ON MY WORD. THIS IS THE LONGEST POST I'VE EVER WRITTEN. Sorry I didn't get the chance to post yesterday, and plus it would've of been shorter.
The video I put is Justin Bieber yeah yeah yeah, hate all ya want. But I love him -ish :$. Even though you hate em or what not, you gotta admit, this video is very sad and you can like feel their emotion. And no matter what condition they are in, they have smiles drawn onto their faces. That is unbelievable.
*Song has nothing to do with post, watch if ya want*
I'll talk more at the bottom, thank you guys.
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“So did you give me a discount?” I asked, while taking a bite of my burger a bit of mayonnaise or chicken sauce was on the corner of my mouth.
“Yeah by like a cent.” Zane laughed and gave me a wide grin.
“You little as-” I was about to say ass, but then Zane reached over the booth Zane’s hand covered my mouth. Gross! Who knew what kind of germs can be find on his hand. Yuck.
He kept his big hefty hand covering my whole mouth, “Shush! There are children here!” A playful smirk was crossing his face. I narrowed my eyes at him and then did what I did last time when Zane tried shoving a sandwich down my throat. I bit him, sinking my pearly whites to his hand. This is no way a vampire type thing.
Zane yelped in pain, and shot me a dirty/ ‘I’m gonna effin’ kill you’ look. Who knew they could be combined? It was finally my turn to smirk. “What the hell Trinity!?” Zane said annoyed yet angered in a way.
“Ah, ah ah, there’s children here, no need for that language Mister!” I tsked him my smirk growing.
This was too amusing.
I got up from the booth and picked up the green tray covered in garbage, wrappers and excess salt from the fries. Yuck, the salt on the fries are pretty tasty but too much, that’s a big no-no in my book.
“Oh you!” He said fiercely. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was fun teasing people.
Another smirk crossed my face, but then it got it covered by a mischievous smile crossing my dry lips.
For some reason I felt this sudden urge to shove the little remainder I had of ketchup in his face. I enjoy the sudden loving of pranking people. My sudden urge then became reality as I drew my hand up, the mini white bucket filled with excess ketchup I didn’t get the chance to use.
I shoved the ketchup into his nose, the ketchup collided with his nose with a splat. Splashes and bits of ketchup flew everywhere on his face.
Zane’s reaction made me burst out with tiny fits of laughter in which I clutched my stomach and stumbled backwards. I tried to find way to breathe but no luck this laughter fit took over me like a disease. His mouth was yanked open, eyes wide, a deer in headlights type of look.
“You are going to pay!” Zane spoke low through his gritted teeth. I have no clue if this was supposed to come off as scary and intimidating, but what it did to me laugh even more. I don’t know if it’s just me, but how the hell can you take someone seriously if they ketchup covering their nose, and dripping ketchup every few seconds.
Fact: I don’t get intimidated that easily. Sorry.
I guess I was laughing way too loud because the manager came toward us. He gave me one look then shifted his eyes towards Zane, for a split second an amused face covered his face. But then he caught himself and drew up his authoritative façade again.
“What happened?” The manager demanded, looking at Zane and I with an arched brow which made my laugh attack return once again. His name tag read ‘Paulo’ in big black capital letters. This Paulo figure looked to be about his early forties, what boggled my mind was how the hell can your career consist of being a fricken McDonald’s manager? Like how could your life go that wrong? I shook my head and bit away a smile before getting the giggles again
“Listen Paulo I’m really sorry about her, clearly she can’t deal with going out in public properly.” Zane said after taking a brown McDonalds napkin and wiping his ketchup covered nose. He then jabbed his finger at me and shook his head as if I was at fault here. Technically I was at fault, but Zane had it coming! Take my side, the right side.
“Sir, isn’t the customer always right? In this case he had it coming and I gave it to him.” I said in a serious manner, and wide smile displaying my pearlies crossed my face. I batted my eyelashes and looked up at Paulo, no I was not flirting people. I was trying to look innocent. Which I totally am…
A grin tugged at Paulo’s face, “Well the customer’s always right.” He laughed afterwards, “I gotta admit Zane, she has a point.” While slapping a hand onto Zane’s back, a grumble of laugh building within him.
A laugh grew within me once more; a pout was placed on Zane’s features which made me smirk in victory.
“Thanks sir. See you next week” Zane said in a monotone voice, he turned around looked at me ushering me hot hurry up and get my jacket on. After wards he grabbed my hand pulling me towards the exit, it was not a nice manner.
As soon as we left a breeze hit my face, cool air flowing through my air. My dark hair blinded me a couple of times, flying in all directions. The cold nipped at my sensitive skin. Zane then yanked his hand away from mine.
“Why the heck would you do that Trinity? You embarrass me in front of people and my manager, thank you oh so very much.” Zane said in a tone that I couldn’t describe. His face was all serious.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I just. I had a sudden urge and sudden things took it’s toll and bam, it turned into reality.” I spoke quietly and as sincerely as possible. We were still outside staring at each other intensely. “I just had a crumby day and I thought, I have no clue what I thought!”
“It’s fine actually, I just really wanted to see if you would apologize, you don’t seem like the type. I was actually thinking of quitting soon.” He said with a lopsided grin which made me crack a small gentle smile.
For fifteen minutes Zane and I were found on a picnic bench outside the fast food restaurant talking. While we were talking, I debated whether or not to tell Zane about my almost raping encounter. I decided on telling him soon, the reason why was that he was the only thing remotely close to being my ‘best friend’. As I’ve said before he did remind me of mother. I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought of my mother, as I closed my eyes, memories of my mother raced through my mind. It wasn’t just happy memories that were displayed in my mind; there were also sad and angry ones. Like the time I raise my voice at my mother because she didn’t allow me go to the movies because she didn’t like the people I was going with. In return I yelled nonsense at her; I slammed my bedroom door in her face. I regret what I did one hundred percent.
You know that saying, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone? Yeah it’s the truth.
One day you have someone, the next day you don’t simple. Don’t take anyone or anything for granted.
I felt tear tug at the corner of my eyes, slowly hot tears streamed down my face; slowly they made their way to the edge of my face. I peaked at Zane real quickly and whispered another apology and then used the sleeve of my jacket to wipe away my tears.
I think I’m one of those people that look ugly when they cry.
“Don’t apologize for showing emotion. There’s nothing wrong with crying.” He said lowly, and then brought an arm around my fragile body.
“Thanks. So basically I want to tell you something. I have no clue if you want to hear it but, I almost got raped today?” I said as if it were a question; my eyes froze on the parking lot rather than Zane’s face.
“What!?” Zane asked a low growl building in his chest, his eyes hard and cold, blazing with fury and anger. I felt a bit awkward. Isn’t this how like big brothers acts when something happens to the younger sister? Of course I wouldn’t know. Best friends act like this too right? I mean I haven’t had a friend in years… I’m a newbie to this.
“Well I wasn’t. It’s just that David was-.” I started but then was cut off by Zane.
“Stupid me, I should’ve told you as soon as I heard no matter who was there!” Zane then got up and paced fiercely back and forth staring at the ground, anger flooding through him for a while.
I was scared, what was he talking about? The secret he planned on telling me this whole week but didn’t have the chance to because of so many distractions! Curiosity was eating me up, however I didn’t say anything, my hands shook a bit.
“Tell me now then!” I said in what I thought was a steady voice. I have no clue if I had victory with it; I just desperately wanted to know what the hell was so damn important/ secretive this whole week.
He sat back down on the cold picnic McDonald’s bench and looked deep into my eyes, I locked my eyes with his, and he nervously shifted his eyes somewhere else.
“Okay, the thing that I desperately needed to tell you was that there is this rumour going around school-.” He waved a hand at me gesturing me to shut the hell up and listen, as I opened my mouth slightly ajar, about to ask ‘what does this have to do with me?’ “As I was saying, there is the rumour going around that all these guys are in a bet to see who gets to get laid by you first. The winner gets a load of cash since there are tons of guys in on this. And David just so happens to be in the contest…” He trailed and then met with my eyes finally. I stared at his brown eyes, speechless.
Great just great. Now everyone thinks I’m some sort of hoe, and not just any hoe, but a hoe that just might be so good in bed that there is a bet to see who gets to hump and dump me first. What the fudge has this world come to? I haven’t even had sex with anyone… Yeah that’s right, I am a virgin. The good one out of the whole school. Do I get a little golden star, hell no? I get a rumour about me.
Just knowing this everything started to make sense for once. Those two guys who were using cheesy pick up lines on me a few weeks ago. They are apart of that stupid bet to see who gets to get it on with me. Wow.
Another thought bubbled into mind. What if Zane was in on this bet? I mean he does have an advantage, actually knowing me, seeing how I act. For all I know he could be quitting his job at McDonald’s because he thinks he’s going to win!
“Trinity, please say something, I know that was kinda heavy to digest but…” He trailed.
“Wow normally I wouldn‘t give a rat‘s ass about rumours going on about me but this… this is totally different. But please Zane just answer me this question please are you in on the bet?” I said slowly, it seems like a stupid question, but hey I might think I know him but in reality I hardly do.
Zane didn’t care to think look at me, instead he was staring at the ground as if it were some glorious and famous art masterpiece. Tears stung at my eyes again. This day, is totally not my day! Although everyday is never my day.
“Yes.” He spoke still not looking up at me.
I sat there for a minute or two staring at the ground as well. But then I got up grabbed my stuff and stormed towards my car in anger. How the fuck could he be in on it!? I opened my car door quickly and fiercely.
Zane ran up to my side and a mediocre grin was planted on his face. “I’m kidding, I don’t need a bet, and I can get in your pants anytime.” He said winking and a smirk afterwards.
Usually I would be the one to say, ‘Ha-ha not funny.’ But this was NOT funny.
“Zane that’s not something to joke about, saying you were in on the bet. Like I get all the jokes and shit, but this was not time nor the place.” I said looking up at him, seriousness found on my face.
“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely, moving towards me, I could feel the heat building between this.
“’Kay, but I have to go now. See you around, maybe.” I said then got in the car; I gave Zane a small wave, and then put the key in the ignition.
As I was driving, I thought about everything. I have a feeling who is behind this little bet, my fingers curled around the steering wheel hard. My knuckles slowing turning white.
As soon as I got into the house, I used an excited voice to greet my father and his new girl friend, who I am completely fine with. Well not completely fine with, because no one will replace the role of my mother in my life but Penny can come remotely close.
It was the same thing before I left giggles and little growls between the two. Um, gross. Take it upstairs. Actually not, my room is real close to my dad’s.
I climbed up the stairs in a hurry, a few step squeaking as my foot touched it lightly. Once on the landing I busted through my sister’s room. Hopefully she isn’t doing anything like the ooey gooey two downstairs.
Luckily for me, she was on her laptop, probably on face book, creeping and what not.
“Hello to you too!” She laughed as she shifted into a different position.
“Did you know about this stupid bet going around about guys wanting to get into my pants?” I asked through gritted teeth.
She looked pretty guilty, “Yeah…” Ashley was scared to look me in the eyes. Figures. When people are guilty, it’s so hard for them not to look at you.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me!?” I shouted. People these fricken days.
“Well… I-I.” She stuttered and looked around the room. I can’t deal anymore.
“Thanks sis.” I returned with a sarcastic manner while leaving her room with a huff.
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