Different

Ch. 2

::.Aliyah.:: 

I enter the last class of the day and immediately spot Jacob. He looks at me and gives me a warm smile. I smile back. He waves me over. I go over to him and sit down. I pull out my books quietly as I feel him staring at me. I ignore it for a couple of minutes before I finally speak up. "Do I like , have something in my hair or my nose or?" I say, looking at him. He ignores the question and just looks at his textbook. Okay…? 

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"Aaliyah! Hey!" Jacob screams my name from down the hallway as I take out my books. I jumped a little at hearing my name. He runs over, putting his arm around my shoulder. Okay. I'm not _that_ geeky. I've had a boy touch me before. But _him_ -Jacob sexy Perez, king of peace , sexy,sexy, did I mention SEXY?-touching me, my hormones raised through the roof. I start shaking a little. "You cold?" He takes off his jacket , placing it on me. I quickly take it off. 

"Uh I … I- lm fine. Just a little chilly. I mean…Just a breeze." I Studder. He chuckles. 

"I didn't feel a breeze…" he says. 

"I-I um…" I start. Ugh. 

"You know? I think there was one… never mind that though. I came to talk to you.  You know that thing?" He asks. 

"What thing?" I take a step back, I don't know why though. I guess I was stepping back from his flawlessness. 

"The uh…" He starts snapping, as if it would help him remember. "The dance" I roll my eyes. 

"No." I say, annoyed he even brought up the subject. But of course I don't show it. 

"I um want you to go." He says. I laugh. 

"How come? It's just not me." I tell him simply. He stares at me. "What?" I say, looking down.

"Don't you get it? I was asking you to it." He says. 

*Pause* 

Is this some kind of sick game? All of a sudden I have people asking me to sit at their table , people asking me to the dance , people sitting next to me, this is a game isn't it. I give Jacob a twisted look and slam my locker. "Seriously? What is this a bet? A game? Which one could get the quietest , poorest , helpless-less girl in school?" I say to him. This honestly is the First time I have ever talked to someone like this. "We'll guess what Jacob? I'm not interested in this game. I don't want to be A part of this game. Your cruel Jacob! And all your little _Crew_ is too!" I hold my books to my chest and quickly walk away. Jerk. I feel tears on my eyes. Why me though? 

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For the rest of the day I ignored all of them. The girls don't even like me so that wasn't hard. But Chres -(Sweet yet viscous Chres) - was hard. He invited me over to his house today. His house! Of course I'm going. Even though I ignored his table invite. But how can I miss this opportunity? After school, I walk out to the parking lot and I immediately spotted Chres. I walk over, opening the passenger and getting in. He jumps in and starts up the car. He looks over at me. "Wassup?" 

"We need to talk." I say, looking straight ahead. I'm still scared as f*ck. I haven't just grown some balls because he started chatting with me. I haven't let my guard down one bit because I never know what gonna happen. 

"About?" He says, pulling off. He looks out the review doing a little eyebrow wiggle at his reflection. I hold back a laugh. I look out the corner of my eye. He has so much swag. The way he's so focused on the road but still cool with it. I clear my throat. 

"I um… I found out about the game." I say. He looks over at me with a confused look on his face.

"Game?" He says. Oh lawd that voice. 

"Yeah" I clear my throat again. Since when did all this mucus and sh*t enter my throat? "The game. With you and the guys?" 

"Aw man they told you?" He says. I nod. "Aw yeah the game on Sunday, I'm inviting the crew and we gone kick back. Maybe have some chips and dip and some chicken. You coming?" 

"What?" I say. The hell? 

"Ain't that what we talking about?" He takes a U turn. I hold on to the handle. 

"No…" I say. "Stop! Stop acting like you don't have any idea what I'm talking about." I start shaking a little. I'm scared as f*ck. 

"What? What's wrong why you snappin?" He says. He pulls up to a big beautiful house and stops the car, focusing his attention on me. I blush but pull myself together.

"Nothing lets talk about this later." I say, opening the door and getting out. He hesitates but then does the same. He jogs up the steps, pulling out keys and unlocking the door. I slowly enter, looking all around. "Wow." 

"What? This is a regular house." He says, throwing the keys on a nearby table. 

"But it's big!" I said. He nodded. 

"Anyway the other will be here in a few." He says. I nod. "Follow me." I follow him to a big a*s room. 

"This yours?" I ask. He nods. I sit on the bed, pulling out my phone, acting like I was playing on it. Chres chuckles. I look up, raising my eyebrow. 

"A minute phone? What Apps you Got on there? Camera?" He laughs. I quickly put it away and my eyes water. I just hope he doesn't realize. "Aww I was just playing." I nod and look around, admiring his room. He rushed over to me, sitting down , grabbing my hand. I jump at first, startled. He slowly pressed his lips against mine, his tounge begging for an entrance in my mouth. I let my guard down, letting him enter. I slowly lean back, as he climbs on top of me. We slowly start undressing until we are completely naked. He grabs some condoms out of his bedside drawer and puts them on. "Aaliyah?"

"I'm ready." I say. He keeps repeating my name. 

"Aaliyah?" He says. I open my eyes. Oh. I'm sitting on Chres's bed. Fully clothed. 

"Huh?" I say, popping back into reality. 

"The crew is here. Lets go." He says, I stand up and follow him out of the room.