Chapter One
It was at moments like this, after we had been intimate, that I wanted to tell her what she meant to me, I wanted to hear what I meant, if anything, to her, but that was never Cheryl’s way. She wasn’t one for soppy talk and I was in no position to drag it out of her, so I settled for this, dazy talk, wrapped up in each other, another snatched moment after school in my room.
“Mmmm,” Cheryl sighed out of satisfaction, her eyes closed, she had moved herself under my duvet and somehow I had gotten in beside her.
“Enjoy that?” I giggled, always amazed at the reaction I could have on her.
“What do you think?” She grinned, flicking her eyes open. I didn’t answer, I just propped myself up on my elbow and watched over her. She had such a natural beauty that I could never get over, her glossy brown hair that was so effortlessly yet perfectly scooped up in a ponytail, her dimples and toothy grin, the things I could never resist, no one could, that’s why it surprised me so much when we got into this kind of relationship.
“Come around mine tomorrow night, my mums away, so is everyone else, will just be us,” she said, with the same kind of smoothness that had got us in my bed in the first place.
“I can’t Chez,” I said, trying my hardest to deny her. I’ve never been able to understand the power she holds over me and sometimes I just want the strength to resist her, to not play by her rules.
A frown quickly formed on her face, “what do you mean you can’t?”
“Well I said I’d go to the cinema with Justin,” I shrugged, knowing she wouldn’t like it one bit.
“You mean Justin the wet mop!? I can’t even look at him without falling asleep,” she scowled.
“Chez! He’s not a wet mop, he’s really nice!” I tried to convince her.
“NiceKimba, nice, who wants to be known as ‘nice’?” She asked, to which I had no answer to, “he fancies you as well,” she said, distracting herself from me by fiddling with the ends of her hair.
“No he doesn’t,” I argued, “we’re just friends,”
She ignored my comments, “he’ll try it on with you,”
“no he won’t, not every ones a sex maniac like you,” I smiled, poking her in the ribs, trying to snap her out of her sudden change in mood.
“Oi!” She said, pushing my head back gently, “I’m not a sex maniac!”
I rolled my eyes, “I beg to differ,” I replied, gesturing at our current position, in bed, naked.
“I’ve had a tough day, teachers pissing me off,”
“Cheryl, your the one who pisses them off and you know it,” I tutted.
“They should learn to teach then shouldn’t they,”
Just before I could open my mouth to argue back, I heard the front door go, “sh!t!”
“Kimberley? Are you up there?” My mum called up the stairs. I jumped out of bed and started scrabbling around for my discarded in passion uniform.
“Yeah Mum I’m here,” I called back, praying that she wouldn’t come up the stairs.
“Come on,” I hissed, throwing Cheryl’s uniform at her, she hadn’t moved from her position on the bed, she was just giggling at something, I’m pretty sure it was me.
“Just calm down!” She laughed, lazily pulling on her skirt and tights.
“You’d be the same if we were at yours,” I scowled, flicking my hair to make it at least a little presentable.
“I’d better go then, I know your mum doesn’t want her precious Kimberley mixing with the likes of me for to long,” she winked, referring to my Mums not exactly great liking of Cheryl. Things like this just didn’t bother Cheryl though.
“I’ll see you out,” I said, heading towards my bedroom door.
“Wait a sec,”
“What?” No sooner had I said this when I was spun around and pushed hard back on the door, to be met by Cheryl’s lips hard against my own, stopping as soon as they had started,
“Thanks for having me,” she grinned mischievously, hovering close to my face, “it’s a shame about tomorrow night,”
“Cheryl I -,”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, backing away a little to quick for my liking. When Cheryl was like this you would never win an argument. I opened the door, letting her out first and we made our way down the stairs.
“Oh Cheryl, I didn’t realise you were here,” my Mum said, as we reached the bottom of the stairs eyeing Cheryl up and down.
“Hello Di,” the name Cheryl called my Mum, even though she knew my Mum hated it, “Yeah well Kimberley is just full of secrets isn’t she?” Cheryl said, raising her eyebrows.
“It seems she is,” Mum frowned, picking up a dropped item of washing, “well goodbye Cheryl,” she said, as she made her way up the stairs.
“Bye Di!” Cheryl called after her.
I led Cheryl out the front door to the end of the garden, “you know she hates it when you call her Di!” I scorned, even though I did always find it quite funny when Cheryl wound my mum up.
“Well I’m not going to go calling her ‘Miss Walsh,’ I’m afraid Kimberley, because,” she came close to my ear, “we both know when I like to use that don’t we?” Her one comment sent shivers all the through my body, something which she and only she could ever do. Before I could do or say anything else she opened the gate and leaned back over it, “I’ll see you tomorrow night after school then? But ohh wait, that’s right, you’re not coming are you?”
With that she left, leaving me how she always seemed to, absolutely speechless. I steadied myself on the gate for a moment , I was breathless, like I had been holding my breath for the whole time we were outside.
I’ll never understand what Cheryl did to me, how she did it to me and how I could never resist it.
I hadn’t meant us to get like this, when she walked in one of my lessons a couple years back as the ‘new Geordie girl’ I didn’t think to myself I had to have her, in fact I thought she was gobby, rude and immature, to be honest my opinions haven’t really changed. I just know there’s a hell of a lot more to her then that now, a couple years on , she’s addictive and I’m smitten, I just can’t tell her that.
“That Cheryl’s a bad influence on you,” Mum said casually as went back in to my house through the front door.
“No she’s not, you just don’t give her a chance,” I argued, having had this argument too many times.
“Kimberley, she doesn’t even want a chance, just watch yourself with that one, I don’t want her ruining you school work,”
I tutted and headed back upstairs, what my Mum was saying wasn’t even worth listening to. No matter what Cheryl’s faults were, they could never out weigh the positives of what she did to me and how she made me feel.
