The Life Of A Teen

the life of a teen - chapter 6

Chapter 6

'So what are doing here then, Spike? I assume you're not here for the beauty competition?' I mean, I didn't think that he was, but looking at him I wasn't so sure that my joking was actually ... joking.

'Err, actually I am. I love the fair, and the beauty competition - I mean I know that it's for girls, but I think I have decent chance this year. What do you think?' I looked away from his face, hoping to hide the shock that I am sure it was portraying a considerable amount of.

So, let's weigh things out here - on the one hand, he is cute, funny and just generally a nice person. On the other hand, he likes to dress up as a woman and enter the beauty competition every year. I knew that that shouldn't affect my view of him, but I had to admit - I was slightly freaked out.

I looked back to his face, and could see his eyes roaming over mine, as if in an attempt to figure out what I was thinking - waiting for an answer no doubt.

'Oh ... err ... well, you know ... I am a very ... err ... what I mean is ... I am very ... open ... to new ideas ...' I felt like the words were just stumbling out of my mouth, as if drunk and having no clue what was going on around them. I felt so embarrassed, which was something that didn't happen all too often.

He looked at me as if he were about to burst into tears - begging for my understanding. I felt such a horrible person. I couldn't let this small difference interrupt my view of him as a whole person. 'Oh my god, I am so sorry.' I whispered lightly, barely sure that he could actually hear what I was saying.

I looked up into his eyes, mine - I was sure - were begging for him to accept my apology, when his suddenly lightened and he bent over as a mass of continuous laughter escaped from his mouth. He looked as if he were about to cry, only this time he would be crying from the sheer amount of laughter that he could not seem to control.

'Oh my god ... your face ... you actually thought ...' and that was all he could manage to say before I wacked him on his arm with all of the strength that I could muster.

'I hate you! Why would you...?' and once again I hit him as hard as I could on his arm. That was so mean! I was near enough questioning my whole life there, and for that; he would have to pay.

I stood there hitting him for what must have been a good five minutes, and all it did was make him laugh harder. We were attracting a fair amount of attention now, but I didn't care, because all I wanted to do was to hurt him for playing such an obvious trick on me.

'Hey, I'm really sorry, but I just couldn't resist. Your face was too funny not to!' so now that he had sobered up considerably, he was apologising. I knew that I couldn't stay mad at him; I had just met him after all.

'Its fine ... so why are you here really? And no more tricks, okay?' I could feel one of my eyebrows raise slightly, and involuntarily, as I waited for his reply. He looked so tempted to say something that I knew would be a lie, but I could see the defeat as he decided that it would be better to tell the truth.

'I'm here for my sister - she is so obsessed with this show, but I never came with her before. I mean, I was going to an, all boy's, boarding school, but I'm back here for the next couple of years for college, so I thought I would come and, you know, support her or whatever.' He moved his hand to the back of his neck and I could tell that he wasn't here of his own accord, but I wouldn't push the subject. 'Are you taking part? In the competition, I mean.'

That was surprising. Why would I be taking part in a competition like this? 'Oh, no, I am so not good enough for a competition like this. I'm here for my friend Vicky. This is pretty much her favourite time of year, to be honest.' I saw his eyes light up in understanding, now a lighter shade of green.

'My sister is exactly like that! She pretty much wins every year, but you know how it is, girls and their obsessions - oh, I didn't mean you! I'm sorry!' I couldn't help and laugh at him for that. Bless him.

'That's okay. As you can probably tell I'm not really into the whole "make-up and clothes" thing. I'm just here for Vicky. Yep, these next few weeks could be pure torture to be honest - I will hear no end of competition talk!' I said as I rolled my eyes, showing just how clearly I and un-seriously I took this whole competition.

'Mine too you know. Every year she spends hours on the phone telling me about all of her clothes and make up and stuff - it may very well kill me!' at that we both laughed, happy to be in a lighter happier mood than this competition usually brought with it. 'Come on, we should probably go and find the girls,' he said, still laughing

lightly.

And with that he led me through the crowd of people who were now inside the tent with us. We walked to the back of the tent and stopped outside the changing rooms. 'Err - maybe you should wait here?' I suggested reasonably. This was a women's changing room after all.

'Yeah, maybe that would be best,' he replied, agreeing with me profusely. I smiled at him shyly, a gesture just to let him know that I would soon be back, and I went into the changing rooms, to discover that all of the girls were ready and lined up to go on stage. I turned around quickly and called to spike to let him know that it was now safe for him to follow me into the tent.

Once he had followed me into the tent, we walked over to the line of girls at the back, all waiting to go onto stage. As soon as I spotted Vicky standing in the line - looking half scared to death - I walked over to her, completely forgetting about spike.

'Hey Vicky, are you nervous?' I asked, already knowing the answer. She looked, well beautiful, in her gorgeous, cream coloured, flowing dress. It went to just below her knees and complemented her so well. 'Your gunna be amazing! There is so way on this earth that you won't get through the first round, or any round for that matter!' I gave her a smile, which she replied with very shyly.

That's when we heard a horrible, shrill, voice scream so loud that it would be impossible not to try and find where it came from.

'OH MY GOD, SPIKE! IT'S SPIKE!' well, I guess that was spikes sister then - wait, this cannot be happening! I would know that voice anywhere, and I just couldn't believe it. Surprise, surprise, I guess these Disney channel clichés really do happen - and they took the form of Jessica cross.

As I watched her jump up and down in excitement of seeing her brother again, I felt my face turn to that of total shock.

The one nice boy I had met outside of school, and he was related to that ... that tramp, Jessica. Could this day possibly get any worse?

I knew that I shouldn't speak so soon, as the commentator began to call out the names of all those who were entering the competition. As they entered one by one, the room pilling out, I was left with just spike.

'So Jessica is your sister then?' I let just the slightest bit of acid roll off of my tongue and the thought of her. I looked up at him, feeling ever so angry at him, even though this was not his fault.

'Yeah, you know her? Oh,' he said, as comprehension dawned upon him. 'I guess she can be kind of-'

'A bitch?' I couldn't help it as the words rolled of my tongue. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.' I said, shaking my head slightly.

Yes you did,' he replied, nodding his head slightly. 'And that's okay with me. Look, Erin, do you want to come round some time? I'll prove to you that she can actually be nice. And she won't even see us, we will be sneaky.' He added as he caught sight of my

frightened gaze.

'Well, okay then. As long as she never knows that I am there!' I couldn't help but smile as he grabbed my hand and led me towards that stage to watch the show.

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