Dedicated to:
My amazing friends, Renée, Ashleigh, and Maesea. Plus Dylann of Course. (<--GIRL!!) Thanks for supporting my writing this would have been three sentences and in some cyber dump somewhere if it wasn’t for you.
Also to anyone who thinks they are alone,
Your not, trust me.
Through the Eyes of Raina
Hectare
A.K.A
Rai
Chapter One
How my best friend became my boyfriend...
Well, the day started out pretty normal by my standards, which are really low. I ate my Frosted Flakes store brand rip off at the table with my little twin siblings, Alez(girl) and Randall(boy). As always their Wonder Woman and Batman action figures sat on the table, they both correct me if I call them dolls. Well, anyway...I shoved the last few flakes in my mouth and ran to the door so I could catch the bus. The twins don’t go to school yet (thank god) so I got the bus pretty much to myself, except for my best friend in the world Clay. Clay, well he is hard to describe, let’s see, oh I know an ugly version of Taylor Lauthner ( LOL). So back to the story. I got on the bus to see Clay sitting in the very back seat where we always sit. He was wearing his favorite Led Zeppelin shirt that I gave to him for his birthday and a pair of male skinny jeans(never really got those....). I popped into the seat next to him and simply said, “Hey.” Oh so original...not like he cared. I looked at Clay who for some reason looked like he was gonna explode, and said, “ Why so happy, ballon face?” Clay laughed his throaty laugh and reached into his bag. I cringed slightly thinking he stole one of his purvey brother Vic’s porn mags. But he pulled out an envelope with RAI in big letters on it. I grabbed and opened the red envelope and pulled out the crumpled notebook paper. The paper smelt like sweat and weed. Vic. Well I was close enough with the porn magazines. It was a poem, all about my boobs. Gosh, he is such a freak I swear he will be the pedophile that gets arrested for stealing and raping kids. Though I have to say he kinda turns me on. Not that it matters anymore... “Does he get any worse?”I said as Clay laughed “You should hear the one about his ex in comparison to you it’s hilarious!”
“Who does he say is better in the end?” Clay looked at me with thought. “You hands down, the whole thing trashes his ex.” We both laughed the rest of the ride, the bus driver looked at us like we were crazy. When the bus arrived at school (A whole five minute ride!!) Clay and I went our separate ways, to class.
After school I ran into Vic. Literally. As I pushed into his sides with my binder I apologized not knowing it was him. “Oh my gosh I’m so...Never mind it’s just you.” Vic’s face cracked into a grin. “No big deal.” I stood in his “circle” next to him. Vic’s friends were all talking about getting together to smoke something Vic got earlier. Than Vic turned to me. “What are you doing later?” I looked him in the eyes. (I’m shorter than him so I looked up.) “Not you.” His friends yelled burn and Vic looked over to there direction, shutting them up. He looked back at me. “Oh, that’s too bad.”
“Oh, is the little boy gonna cry?”
“I’m not that little.”
“Well I’m never gonna know....or maybe I will.” I stretched up and kissed him lightly on the lips. He licked his lips, as his friends ooh-ed at the pinnacle. I walked way and he yelled “Tease!” I walk onto the bus and sat next to Clay. “What was that?” He asked obviously asking about the kiss. “Nothing, a little torture.”
“Oh.”
“You sound jealous Clay Tallish.”
“Of my brother? Never. Upset that all he’ll do is complain about you when I get home, yes.”
We rode home silently that day.
I went over to Clay’s later that day. I had a plan in mind. I knocked on the door and Vic answered smiling. “Where’s Clay?” Vic frowned. “I knew it was too good to be true.” He turned around and called to Clay. Clay soon replaced Vic at the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I looked behind him. “I have an idea.”
“Those are dangerous words coming from you.”
“Your smart, so you wanna know what I’m thinking?”
“Sadly, yes. I know I will regret this but yes.”
“We’re gonna steal Vic’s car.” Clay’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me!?!”
“No, I mean it. Let’s steal it. I’m bored, and I wanna do something rebellious, What’s more rebellious than grand thief auto?”
“I actually think I have that game for my PS2.” He said turning towards the living room. “Fine than, We’ll borrow it. I’ll even ask him for the keys.”
“How are you gonna pull that off?”
“Kiss him a little. Maybe let him touch my boo-”
“No! I mean no let’s just watch a movie.”
“Fine.” We walked into the living room and he popped in our favorite, Avatar. I don’t know why but we watch it all the time, we can recite every line. By the time Jake was braid screwing Nateri, Clay grabbed my hand. I looked at him. “You still feeling rebellious?” He asked me. “Yes,wh-” He kissed me, and I kissed him back. It surprised me but I did. “Now I get it!” I stopped kissing Clay and half-turned to see Vic. Clay blushed. “Damn it! Why can’t it go my way once? Fuck it, Fuck it all!” Vic yelled as he left the room. I turned back to Clay. “As he said fuck it.” I kissed him again. He pulled away. “Woah!”
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
“No, argument here.” His lips returned to mine. My mouth molded to his. Clay was an amazing kisser, and I mean amazing. He pushed my mouth open and slid in his tongue into my mouth. This kiss got more and more passionate till it was pretty close to sex. Then it stopped. We were both breathing heavily. “Wow.” Clay breathed. “Yea, wow.” I agreed
“So ahh...”
“Umm yea.”
“What happens now?” I asked. Clay laced his fingers through mine. “We take this a little further.”
“Sounds good to me.” I smiled and we watched two minutes more of Avatar before we started making out again. Soon his parents arrived from work and they found us making out. “Ohhhh, I knew it would happen eventually.” His mom said. His dad just looked at him and smiled. They quickly invited me to dinner. I quickly said no and kissed Clay good-bye. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Clay.”
“Bye, Babe.”
“Not yet slick.” Clay grinned and I left knowing that this was a start.
