A Collection of Short Cliché Stories

Chapter 2: Living with the Jock Cliché (part 2)

Chapter: Living with the jock (part 2)

Dinner time passed quicker than I thought it would. Before I knew it, I was in the kitchen helping Blake's mom cleaning up the dishes. Meanwhile Blake and his brothers were kidding around in the table.

"Oh, kids" Mrs. Campbell called out as she placed the last dish in the drying rack. "Your father and I are going to be out tomorrow, we'll return the day after that... you don't mind do you?"

All three brothers' eyes lit up with excitement.

"Sure ma, we don't mind" Logan said.

"Great, I trust you'll take good care of Gretchen"

A sly smirk slipped onto Cory's features.

"I'll be heading to bed now, goodnight boys, sweet dreams Gretchen"

"Goodnight" I muttered.

Once Mrs. Campbell was out of earshot, the boys jumped to their feet.

"We must have a party" Logan said.

"Yeah, we should invite all the hot chicks" Cory agreed with an over-enthusiastic attitude.

"You don't tell a word of this to anyone, okay?" Blake warned as he inched towards me, his bright eyes captivating me.

"S-sure" I mumbled like the idiot I was.

The next day was a blur, Blake mocked me as usual and the bimbos streamed in a line after him. Everyone knew about the party by now, and all those girl's were chasing after him to have the chance to spend the night with him.

I was disgusted.

Night rolled in and I found myself sitting in the bed while the party was going on downstairs. I had never gone to one and I wasn't about to anytime soon.

A couple barged in, kissing furiously and only separating their lips to take off their clothes. I let out a high pitched shriek and covered up my virgin eyes.

The couple peeled away from each other, it turned out to be Cory with some girl he picked up at the party.

"Sorry" He slurred, obviously a bit tipsy. "Forgot you were staying here" He offered me a lazy smile before the girl scoffed and put her tube top back on. She got out of the room, high heels making click sounds with each hurried step.

"What are you doing up here?"

"I'm not much of a party girl" I said, not even raising my eyes to look at him.

"C'mon, such a pretty girl shouldn't be all alone while a party is going on"
He thought I was pretty? I thrived on those comments.

"I don't even have any clothes for this" I mentioned, trying to come up with a good excuse.

"Don't worry, girls always forget some clothes in my room, I'll give you something"

How convenient...

Cory grabbed me by my hand and dragged me to his room, there he handed me a skin tight fuchsia dress and a pair of high heels.

"Put these on, there's also some makeup on my mom's closet" He instructed me and pointed to a door a couple of meters away from his room. "I'll go downstairs back to the party"

I nodded and slipped the clothes on, shyly entered her mom's room and took a look at what she had.

Her mom's vanity table was neatly organized with tons and millions of makeup products, I didn't even know where to begin.

I picked up a tube of shiny lip gloss and smothered it all up on my perfectly plump lips. I curled my eyelashes, contoured my face and eye lined my eyes. I applied mascara to my lashes and eye shadow that made my aqua eyes pop out, I had no need to use concealer because I had smooth baby skin. No wonder everyone thought I was ugly and mocked me.

I grabbed the curling wand and made perfect big, bouncy waves. When I stepped back and took a look at myself in the mirror I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dare I say...I looked amazing.

I gathered up all my courage and walked down the stairs. Everyone turned around to take a look at me, mouths were agape from the guys, jealousy stares from the girls. But all I could focus was Blake's reaction. His arm dropped from a bimbo's shoulders, his eyes were sparkling with surprise.

Soon enough people went back to dancing, I headed to Blake's direction, his angry hook up lingered behind him.

"You look amazing" He whispered, I'm not really sure how I could hear him whispering since there was a party going on around us but...eh, whatever.

"Ahem" The bimbo made a little wave after we spent a little too much time locking eyes.

"Oh, uhm...Gretchen this is Tracy-"

"Stacy" She hissed.

"Sorry, Stacy this is Gretchen"

"Hey" I mumbled, which was something I always did.

"...Hey" Stacy scrunched up her eyebrows as she eyed me up and down. "...Is that my...dress?"

"Uhh...nope" I nervously laughed. "I don't think so"

"Huh" She clicked her tongue. "Are those my heels too?"

How the hell did she return home? Naked?

"Yeah...I don't think so..." I swiveled around to avoid yet another confrontation, but what I didn't expect was to Blake following me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry for always being a jerk to you"

My stomach did a flip, his eyes looked sincere. It was obvious he meant, regardless the fact that he only apologized right now when I was wearing this clothes. It didn't matter, I knew he truly, deeply cared. He wasn't the man whore he's made out to be. Deep, deep inside he had a big heart.

I figured all this out with just this one sentence he said. It was obvious we were soul mates if I was able to decipher all this.

Blake kissed me, events after that happened all in a blur. I was sure that no matter what, we would stay together forever.

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(A/N)

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