Crooked Young
Hot Surprises
KARINA'S POV
Heaven was not a place in the sky, heaven was a melted chocolate bar that had been liquefying in my bag throughout the duration of the school day. I leaned against Elise's car - which heated my exposed thighs pleasantly - and tried to eat the softened bar without getting it all over my face.
"That looks delicious," said Meg, tossing her bag through the open window and into the sweltering car that Elise was 'chilling' in.
"It is," I assured her. "I'd offer you a bit, but- no. Just no. I'm sorry."
"No you're not," she laughed. "Anyway, even if you did offer me some, I couldn't have any."
I asked if there was an upcoming sports event that she was taking part in on the calender, which wasn't sumo wrestling. She said yes.
"That little asshole just won some cross country running thing, so I've joined the netball team."
Shaking my head, I licked the chocolate bar wrapper before folding it up, aiming to avoid my hands being covered in the warm, delicious substance. That's what she said, I thought stupidly. I giggled regardless.
Excusing myself to bin the wrapper, I left the girls by the car and wandered back to the school building. The toasting San Diego sun beamed down relentlessly, and everyone around me was basking in its heat. I soon located a bin, which was nestled between a wall and someone's Volvo, and tossed my rubbish in.
"Karina," called a voice out breathlessly, catching me off guard. I whirled round to see a guy from my Physics class coming towards me, his sun-kissed skin glistening from sweat.
"Hey Owen," I smiled politely.
Stopping on front of me, he wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm, puffing out in exhaustion. His dirty blonde hair was tousled from the jog but it still look good somehow. His bright blue eyes squinted at the sun, and then at me.
"Are you going to that party on Friday?" He questioned, licking his pale pink lips.
I quickly told him that I was not, and why I was not, but he remained before me as though something miraculous would occur that could change my answer. I pursed my lips and gave him a slight smile, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Come on, can't you just sneak out or something?" He pleaded. "Please, I really want you to be there," he added promptly, in an almost shy voice. I shook my head, restating the fact that my dad was basically a jail warden.
"Right," he nodded understandingly, but I wasn't sure that he did. "In that case, can I ask you to lunch? And I know your dad is crazy protective, so we'll do it here."
"Here?"
"At school, at the canteen. I know it sucks but-"
"I need to go," I interrupted, giving him a surprised yet happy look. "I'll, um, I'll see you at lunch."
Darting past Owen's tall figure, I rushed back to Elise's car. My heart was beating a little faster than normal, and my palms were even more sweaty than before (perks of hot weather, of course). I slid into the backseat and flipped off Meg, it seemed fitting since she greeted me with 'sup, bitchcakes', and then we drove off. I couldn't help but let my eyes catch on Owen for a second before we picked up speed.
Shit, I just got asked out!
There was something particularly horrific about being indoors doing homework when it was so beautiful outside. I could hear the lush green leaves rustling outside the window, and the warm breezed swept in with four second delays. It was bliss.
I read over the last question on my homework sheet and pondered a second before answering. Once I'd sprawled a chunky response down on my notepad, I slammed it shut and sat back into the wooden kitchen chair.
"I bought ice cream," my dad shouted from the living room. "It's in the bottom drawer of the freezer, don't have it all."
Leaping off the seat, I bounded over to the freezer and yanked the drawer open with all my might. Lying in a bed of frozen pea packets was a tub of Ben & Jerry's. I screamed a thank you and lifted it out, setting it on the table to grab myself a bowl and spoon.
The best thing to do with ice cream is mush it down until its a cold, yummy sludge. I know it doesn't sound great, but it really is and, on that afternoon, it was the best thing I could have possibly done. Perhaps devouring it at 100mph could have been thought out better, because my stomach felt a bit odd later on, but it was worth it.
Tossing the bowl in the sink, I turned the water on to clean it when I heard the house phone ring. I left the faucet running and darted through the hall, silently hoping it was someone more interesting than a double glazing company.
"Babe," answered Elise instantly - I exhaled. "Why didn't you tell me about you and Owen?"
Oh shit. "Honestly, there's nothing to tell," I tried.
"Oh, well that's bullshit. He's on the basketball team, hun. People know what he's up to."
"Sounds horrific," I noted.
"He's also friends with Bradley, and he can't keep his mouth shut. Now, I understand that you two will be having lunch together tomorrow?"
"That is correct," I confirmed, twirling the phone cord round my finger. As nice as Owen was, and as attractive as he was, I wasn't really sure that a) he was my 'type' (and I hated myself for even having a type, or conforming to such an idea) and b) I liked him as more than a nice friend. I was just entirely unsure.
"Finally! Alright, just remember the three A's. Ass up. Arched back. Arms locked. Look sassy, hun, it works wonders."
"I'm going to look like a hungry dwarf, let's not kid ourselves," I giggled. "I always do when I'm eating."
"And somehow you still manage to bag a hottie," chuckled Elise. "Ugh, my mum is moaning at me. I better go. Lui faire mal, chérie!"
The line went dead shortly after.
Heaven was not a place in the sky, heaven was a melted chocolate bar that had been liquefying in my bag throughout the duration of the school day. I leaned against Elise's car - which heated my exposed thighs pleasantly - and tried to eat the softened bar without getting it all over my face.
"That looks delicious," said Meg, tossing her bag through the open window and into the sweltering car that Elise was 'chilling' in.
"It is," I assured her. "I'd offer you a bit, but- no. Just no. I'm sorry."
"No you're not," she laughed. "Anyway, even if you did offer me some, I couldn't have any."
I asked if there was an upcoming sports event that she was taking part in on the calender, which wasn't sumo wrestling. She said yes.
"That little asshole just won some cross country running thing, so I've joined the netball team."
Shaking my head, I licked the chocolate bar wrapper before folding it up, aiming to avoid my hands being covered in the warm, delicious substance. That's what she said, I thought stupidly. I giggled regardless.
Excusing myself to bin the wrapper, I left the girls by the car and wandered back to the school building. The toasting San Diego sun beamed down relentlessly, and everyone around me was basking in its heat. I soon located a bin, which was nestled between a wall and someone's Volvo, and tossed my rubbish in.
"Karina," called a voice out breathlessly, catching me off guard. I whirled round to see a guy from my Physics class coming towards me, his sun-kissed skin glistening from sweat.
"Hey Owen," I smiled politely.
Stopping on front of me, he wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm, puffing out in exhaustion. His dirty blonde hair was tousled from the jog but it still look good somehow. His bright blue eyes squinted at the sun, and then at me.
"Are you going to that party on Friday?" He questioned, licking his pale pink lips.
I quickly told him that I was not, and why I was not, but he remained before me as though something miraculous would occur that could change my answer. I pursed my lips and gave him a slight smile, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Come on, can't you just sneak out or something?" He pleaded. "Please, I really want you to be there," he added promptly, in an almost shy voice. I shook my head, restating the fact that my dad was basically a jail warden.
"Right," he nodded understandingly, but I wasn't sure that he did. "In that case, can I ask you to lunch? And I know your dad is crazy protective, so we'll do it here."
"Here?"
"At school, at the canteen. I know it sucks but-"
"I need to go," I interrupted, giving him a surprised yet happy look. "I'll, um, I'll see you at lunch."
Darting past Owen's tall figure, I rushed back to Elise's car. My heart was beating a little faster than normal, and my palms were even more sweaty than before (perks of hot weather, of course). I slid into the backseat and flipped off Meg, it seemed fitting since she greeted me with 'sup, bitchcakes', and then we drove off. I couldn't help but let my eyes catch on Owen for a second before we picked up speed.
Shit, I just got asked out!
There was something particularly horrific about being indoors doing homework when it was so beautiful outside. I could hear the lush green leaves rustling outside the window, and the warm breezed swept in with four second delays. It was bliss.
I read over the last question on my homework sheet and pondered a second before answering. Once I'd sprawled a chunky response down on my notepad, I slammed it shut and sat back into the wooden kitchen chair.
"I bought ice cream," my dad shouted from the living room. "It's in the bottom drawer of the freezer, don't have it all."
Leaping off the seat, I bounded over to the freezer and yanked the drawer open with all my might. Lying in a bed of frozen pea packets was a tub of Ben & Jerry's. I screamed a thank you and lifted it out, setting it on the table to grab myself a bowl and spoon.
The best thing to do with ice cream is mush it down until its a cold, yummy sludge. I know it doesn't sound great, but it really is and, on that afternoon, it was the best thing I could have possibly done. Perhaps devouring it at 100mph could have been thought out better, because my stomach felt a bit odd later on, but it was worth it.
Tossing the bowl in the sink, I turned the water on to clean it when I heard the house phone ring. I left the faucet running and darted through the hall, silently hoping it was someone more interesting than a double glazing company.
"Babe," answered Elise instantly - I exhaled. "Why didn't you tell me about you and Owen?"
Oh shit. "Honestly, there's nothing to tell," I tried.
"Oh, well that's bullshit. He's on the basketball team, hun. People know what he's up to."
"Sounds horrific," I noted.
"He's also friends with Bradley, and he can't keep his mouth shut. Now, I understand that you two will be having lunch together tomorrow?"
"That is correct," I confirmed, twirling the phone cord round my finger. As nice as Owen was, and as attractive as he was, I wasn't really sure that a) he was my 'type' (and I hated myself for even having a type, or conforming to such an idea) and b) I liked him as more than a nice friend. I was just entirely unsure.
"Finally! Alright, just remember the three A's. Ass up. Arched back. Arms locked. Look sassy, hun, it works wonders."
"I'm going to look like a hungry dwarf, let's not kid ourselves," I giggled. "I always do when I'm eating."
"And somehow you still manage to bag a hottie," chuckled Elise. "Ugh, my mum is moaning at me. I better go. Lui faire mal, chérie!"
The line went dead shortly after.
Notes
lui faire mal, chérie is french for make him hard, darling.IM SORRY I DISAPPEARED. EVERYTHING GOT REALLY WEIRD AND DIFFICULT FOR A WHILE BUT ITS FINE NOW AND IM BETTER SO I CAN GET BACK TO WRITING AND SHIT. THANKS FOR STUCKING WITH ME,
I LOVE YOU GUYS!
OMFG <3
7/6/15