Who Said Dorky Isn't the Way to Go?

Chapter Five

Oh my God.

I buried my face in my arms, close to tears. How could I do this? How could I allow myself to even kiss him?

And enjoy it?

Trevor gave me a weird look. "It's a kiss, Peyson. It's not a marriage contract. It's not even that serious. Eat the damn muffin. Or give it to me." Wow. Thanks for caring so much about my well-being Trevor. I see I am less important than a damn muffin. Well, it is a blueberry muffin. "Well, are you going to eat it?"

I pushed the muffin his way. "Here, Trevor," I muttered, sighing. I rolled my eyes, which he couldn't see because I had my face in my arms.

He devoured it. Nasty pig.

"So, what are you doing today?" he asked. It was Saturday, two days after that dreadful kiss, one day after my first week of school. I could've been happy, but, no, my lips were aching from not kissing him. That thing. That male. I shuddered delicately, then thought about the answer to his question.

"Nuttin', That I know of. Why?" I looked out the window. I could still feel Ky's arms around my waist--they were around my waist right?--and his lips on mine--I did kiss him right? Right? I did. I kissed him. I kissed Ky. Mr. Player. I feel sick. Really sick.

I was highly dissapointed in myself.

"Mom says I have to bring you with me to the game today," he said, like the idea disgusted him. Um, hello? not my fault Mom knew i had a sucky social life. I tried to hide it, but he had to admit to her how I had no friends--outside Chelsea and her basketball buddies that is. If it wasn't so late in the seasn, I would play, bu, no I can't, so now I'm sad. Well, not really. Those girls were good. And I was, well, not so good.

"What game?" I asked, not really caring. i loved games and I would love to go to one, but i'd not go before I admitted to wanting to go. Especially if Ky was there.

Before he could answer, the doorbell rang. I got up. "Comin'!" I called, patting m hair down. i figured it was either mama, daddy, or one of the above. "Who's' it?"

"CHELSEA!"

"AND KY!"

I almost didn't answer the door. But, in the end, i had to--and give Ky the pleasure of seeing me in yet another pair of dorky pajamas. This time, though, they were too long, too big, and I had to roll them up to get them to stay somewhat on my hips, not to mention to have them cover only 90% of my foot. They were bright pink with Tinker bell on them. Also, my shirt had Dora on it, and said, explore this!

"Sup, Chelsea?" I asked, stepping back to let her inside. She hit me on the shoulder, towering over me. I come up to her bellybutton.

"Nothin',' she said. "Told you I was going to find you."

"Ummm, stalker?" I said, reaching up to fist-bump her. "No, really, why you here?"

Ky coughed. "Ah-hem, there are other people here," he said.

"Do you hear that?" I asked, smiling at Chelsea.

She giggled. "No. Not quite. Where's your room?"

"This way," I said, leading her up there and ignoring Ky.

And my beating heart.

****

"Oh my God, you dated Ky?" I demanded, staring at Chelsea. Ketchup dripped down my face and mayonnaise was spread across my cheek.

She laughed. "Yeah," she said sheepishly, 'but you never will, looking like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. As far as I'm concerned, I'm sexy." I wiped my face, grinning. 'But, why?"

she smiled sheepishly. "Only guy remotely my height, And look at him. I mean, there's no denying he's sexy."

"No denyin' that at all," i responded vaguely. Actuall, as far as lying to myself, I could deny it.

"You kissed him didn't you?"