We Don't Kiss And Tell

Unplanned

Hey. My name's Kaycee. I can tell what you're thinking. How did this happen? How'd the dork get the jock? It could've been any other girl, so why her? Believe me when I say, I've been thinking the same thing. I don't really know why. Maybe it's the fact that, he wanted smarts over meaningless flings with lip gloss fanatics, or maybe the fact that he didn't want kinky sex, just the regular. who knows, really? but I can tell you, i'm not a slutty girl with a big ass and a fake pair of boobs. so, what is the answer to the question cliques have been asking for years? "Why? Why'd they choose each other, instead of staying inside their lanes? Why'd they feel the need to be, 'different'?" I guess you could say, "Once Upon a time, in a highschool so disgustingly judgmental......"

Kaycee's POV

- "damnnnnn, whyyy?" I groan as I sit up and slam the "shut the fuck up" button on my alarm clock. no just kidding, it doesn't say that. but I definitely did. I walk to the bathroom, which just so happens to be ocupado by my annoying, little-kid brother. after about ten minutes of contemplating how to get payback, he finally opens the door, smirking at me. "Bathroom's all yours...." he slurs the end of his sentence, sounding drunk but definitely not. he's eleven, why would he be? I roll my eyes, not bothering to answer my own question. I walk in. i'm immediately taken aback by such a disgusting smell. "what the hell?" I mumble, lifting up the toilet seat. "EWWWW, MAXXXX!" I scream. my mom walks by. "What is going on! why are you yelling? for God's sake Kaycee, can you keep your voice down? your dad is trying to get your baby sister to stop crying. Good lord, if I did that, why my mom wouldn't have thought twice before slapping me straight across the face," she carried on talking to herself, while walking away. I found mom's dirty laundry laying in a heap in the hallway. I took a back scratcher and used it to pick up her granny panties. I walked to max's room. "Maxxxx," I crooned, making myself sound sickeningly sweet.

he didn't even have to look to know something was wrong. he screamed "NOT TODAY SATAN!" and slammed the door. I took the key above his door frame and unlocked it. I stepped inside with the horrifying lingerie nightmare. he screamed and tried running away. "THIS, IS WHY, YOU DON'T, MESS, WITH ME!" I shoved it in his face while holding the collar of his shirt. I could hear my baby sister Genesis crying downstairs and my dad screaming for help. my mom finally came and of course, once again, saved my little brother's ugly, fat neck. "Kaycee! This is why you're always late! stop bullying max and go get ready!" she pulled me away from him, forcing me to retreat, which is something I did not do often. I walked to my room, grinning at my proud victory. "score one for me," I thought to myself. I tugged my white long-sleeve shirt over my head, until it hugged my body. I put my V-neck sweater over it, and slipped on my plaid skirt. than I put my black combat boots on. today was the day, I thought. the day I wore my first thong.

I brushed my short, straight brown hair and scrubbed my teeth. I put on a little mascara and walked downstairs. I looked at the time on the kitchen clock. "6:01. Not bad." I said out loud. Max looked at me and said, "you're stupid and weird." just as my mom walked in. "Maxxx, what have we talked about?" she gave him a stern look. he just shrugged and glared at me. when my mom turned around, he flipped me off. I did the same back to him. I grabbed my lunch and book bag, kissed my mom on the cheek, and walked out the door. I got to the bus stop. "YO! KAY!" my friend Shelby screamed. everyone turned to look. she walked over and hugged me. everyone was staring at her. I don't blame them, seeing as to what she did to herself. she had cut off all her hair, replacing it with a short, pixie-cut, punk-rock type of do. she was wearing black eyeliner and hightops, black tights, and a short plaid skirt with buckles on the side. "Shelby." I said, looking her up and down. "What, the fuck, did you do to yourself?" her smile dropped. "Wow Kay, oh my god. look. I had a change of heart, okay? I'm more of a, a, rebellious chick, if you will. I don't got time to be a nerdy, glasses-wearing, girl okay?" she said, nodding her head at me, eyebrows raised. I just shrugged and ignored it. "Okay, got it." I replied. trust me, this is all a phase. it'll wear off, won't it? I mean, she does this all the time. says she's something, three weeks later, she's 'her' again. I thought to myself, leading to my next thought. I think too much, don't I?

When we walked into the school, we saw our other friends, Lucas and Andrea waiting for us. looking at their faces, I could tell they were shocked too. when we went over to them, Andrea said, "Woah, what happened to you?" "Are you serious right now? look, okay it was an impulse kind of-" "No, not you, Shelby. trust me, this is something you always do, so it's nothing new. I'm talking about Kaycee." she said, startling me and causing Shelby to look offended. "Why me? What's wrong? Do I look bad?" I asked, trying to figure out what it was. "No. you look, amazing. oh. my god. like, seriously, you look fucking gorgeous." Andrea said. "Waitttt. hold on. How? I swear I look exactly the same as I did last year." "Uh uh." Lucas said, trying not to draw attention to the fact that he was looking me up and down, yet failing miserably. "EWW LUCAS!" Shelby yelled. of course she wants to be the center of attention. she always does, wanting someone to ask her why so she can explain. don't get me wrong, I love Shelby, just like I love all of them, but sometimes, it's just too much.

As we were talking about my "From not to hot" transition, Justin and his popular jock friends walked by. "DAMNNN, KAYCEE GOT A BODDD!" Eric, his best friend yelled. everyone turned to look. it was so humiliating. pretty soon, everyone was walking over to look. "OHh, my god." I mumbled, terrified and pissed off at the attention I was getting. of course this was happening. "That damn man whore." Andrea glared at him. I looked at all of their chiseled, smirking, judgmental, perfectly symmetrical jock faces. then I turned to look at the one, the only, Justin Nolley. the leader of the group. the alpha of all wolves, if you would. I know this sounds like a cheesy rom-com type of situation, but I swear, in that moment, he looked almost, sort of, undeniably, apologetic for his friends actions. which, is not normal. Justin is ALWAYS indifferent to the things around him, unless it's sports, chicks, and parties.

I finally looked away, and, deciding to act all annoyed, I said "my god, let's go." I could tell Shelby was annoyed that she hadn't gained any new attention from her look. we were talking, until five minutes later, the bell rang. "See you later you dumb fucks." I said to my friends, earning laughter from them. I looked at my "Congratulations you sophomore!" brochure that we got every year, depending on our grade level. I found my first class. "-AP English- a world of grammar." stupid, I know, but whatever. I finally found my first class. I walked in and sat down at the back, dropping my over-the-shoulder bag next to my desk.

while I was sitting there, the teacher walked in, beaming, for no apparent reason. all the students filed in. when the second bell rang, signaling the start of class, the teacher began talking. "Good morning class! my name is Mrs. Landry. now, I would like to know, if any of you, have, ever, read a book? how about, over the summer?" she asked. her face dropped when no one else but me had raised their hand. "well at least someone likes to keep their brain active." she said, lowering her voice to a level of four on the "this is how loud I talk" scale. she looked at me with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Ms. uhhh, what's your name?" she asked. of course, me being me, I replied with a monotone, one-word answer. "Kaycee." I heard someone whistle. "Ahhh, Ms. Casey, what book was it, if you would please tell us?" I looked around. of course, I couldn't make things easy for anyone, especially not her. "And Lo, for the Earth was empty of Form, and void. And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep. And We said: 'Look at that fucker Dance." I looked at her, quoting the line I remembered most. "Do you know what book that's from?" I asked, standing up and looking around.

someone cleared their throat, and stood up too, staring straight at me. Why him? of all people, why? "Well, look at that fucker dance." I thought to myself. "Infinite Jest, by-" "David Foster Wallace." we said in unison. it was Justin. he knew what book it was. but of course, I couldn't let him have all the glory. I wasn't gonna let him one-up me on this. trust me, I could handle his "Brain", or what little of the one he had. "He's a jock. obviously he's dumb. but, at the same time, that is a really advanced, difficult to read, book." I thought to myself. me being stupid me, I said, out loud, yes this really happened, "How would you know? I thought jocks weren't smart." which, I mean, did earn a roar of laughter and approval from the attending audience, but still. he threw his head back and laughed. "are you serious? maybe you aren't as smart as you thought." he smiled, sitting down. I shook my head, quickly sat down on my chair, and didn't speak for the rest of class.