My Dark Secret

Chapter 11: It wouldn't be classified as rape if ya' enjoyed it*

 Chapter 11: It wouldn’t be classified as rape if ya’ enjoyed it.

“Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even 'lame' is kind of lame. Saying 'You're lame' is like saying 'You walk with a limp.' Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he's done all right for himself.” 

― John Green

“So how’d it go, well the parts before the accident, I want to know every little detail missy” Hazel exclaimed as she and Lizzie both came barging into my room.

“Ever hear of this thing called knocking? It’s this thing where you bang onto the door before you come in.” I state laughing as Lizzie attempts to take a seat onto the bed but is shoved off by Hazel.

“First off ouch, and second of all nope” Lizzie said smacking Hazel over the head with a pillow.

“Hey no fights if ya want to hear ‘bout it” I say trying to keep Hazel and Lizzie from making a mess of my room, again.

“Fine, spill woman.” Hazel says as Lizzie rolls her eyes.

“Well it all started out like this…”

~48 hours earlier~

“Are you ready to go?” Cam exclaimed coming into my room.

“Yes, but not with you doufus” I say putting on my brown cowgirl boots tucking my pants into them.

I am wearing a pair of Hollister dark wash skinny jeans, and a dark grey Coronado Island tank with a Ramona plaid shirt over it. I have my hair in a side braid with my makeup done conservatively, I have on just black eyeliner, mascara and a bit of baby lips chap stick on.

“I was sent here to see if you’re ready. I’m going to say that’s a yes?” he says throwing himself onto my bed, putting his arm over his eyes blocking out the sun that is shining into my room. I just roll my eyes at his behavior, typical.

“Almost, I have to grab my phone and wallet then I’ll be ready.” I say whilst grabbing my Chaps leopard cross-body handbag, I throw in my phone, and check my wallet to make sure that my emergency card, mac card, and license is in there. I also throw in my keys and a chap stick.

“Alright I’m ready. By any chance do ya’ know where we’re going?” I ask throwing an eraser, hitting Cam in the stomach.

“Meany, yes I do know where you’re going” I go to open my mouth but he interjects before I can even spit out one syllable “and no I’m going to tell you where.”

“Wasn’t gonna’ ask” I mutter walking out the door, he just laughs.

“Where in the hell is he?” he mutters as we get to the bottom of the steps.

“Knowing him, either in the kitchen or in the garage.” I answer walking to the kitchen.

“Probably” he says following right behind me.

“Hey you ready” Caydon says setting down a now empty glass of water into the sink.

“Yope”

“You didn’t tell her did you?” he ask looking at Cam with pointed eyes.

“Tell me what?” I ask looking between the two.

“No I didn’t.” he replies raiding the fridge.