Chapter Twelve:
"Pounding head. Pounding head. Pounding head," I muttered to myself every step I took down the stairs. I obviously drank too much. Marcus was drunk too, wasn't he? I couldn't even remember my night since I started dancing with Marcus.
"Hey sis! Where's Kyle?" I heard Trace yell. I shot a evil glare at Trace. I shrugged, and shoved him out of the way of the Kitchen door.
"Stop yelling." I told him. He pouted, and grabbed the pop tart box from the cabinet. I sighed frustratedly searching the medicine drawer.
"Where is the bottle of Tylenol?" I demanded. Trace shrugged, "Go ask Kyle for some." I rolled my eyes, and moved zombie-like toward the front door. When I reached his house, I rang the door bell. The door quickly opened, and Kyle appeared. "Hey." I said, smiling. Kyle nodded, but didn't say anything.
"Do you have any Tylenol?" I asked him. Kyle nodded once more, and I smiled, walking toward their Kitchen. I searched their top cabinet, and I finally found the medicine bottle. "Thank God." I mumbled. I put them back when I took a couple, and looked at Kyle. He kept looking down at the tile floor.
"Are you ignoring me?" I asked him. He met my eyes for a second before he glanced back down. "No."
I nodded. "Did I do something stupid last night? I'm sorry for whatever I did, Kyle. Did we fight?"
"No. But you think I'm Peter Parker Spider Man." Kyle said with a wink. I gasped, and blushed. "Sorry," I mumbled. He chuckled, and grabbed my wrists, pulling me into a big warm hug. Then his phone started ringing; moment ruined. "Sorry." He muttered, and walked into the hallway. I looked at the direction he went, and snuck quietly to his front door.
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"There she is...She's so lucky she's dating Marcus Raine. I would have a stroke dating him." A blond cheerleader whispered loudly to a girl beside her.
"But I bet she's actually with her best friend Kyle." The girl beside her whispered back. I couldn't stand it when people talka bout me, so I quickly left the bathroom stall. Why would people think me and Kyle were together secretly? I was about to sneak down the crowded when I heard my name being yelled. I spun around, and saw Marcus running up to me. Good thing I was wearing shorts today instead of a skirt. I smiled at him, and he picked me up in a big hug, spinning me around. He placed me back down, and kissed me fully on the lips.
"Ello, Love." He whispered into my neck. I pulled away and realized the cheerleaders from the bathroom were staring at us, along with other girls, all with their mouths agape. I smirked, and Marcus wrapped his arm around my waist, smiling. He led me to his truck in the parking lot. Every other senior in this Senior Parking Lot, ignored us like every other normal couple at the school. Marcus smirked, and let down the tail-gate of his truck. He sat me up on it, and ran his fingers through my hair.
"You know, you're acting more southern than british by the week." I told him truthfully.
"Maybe," He winked, "I'm just fit in."
"You can't fit in because you're too sexy." I told him, giggling.
"Oh really now? Then how do you fit in?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, making me bust out in a fit of laughter.
"Your laugh is so cute." He told me truthfully. I blushed, as he moved closer to me. Marcus positioned himself were he was standing in front of me, in between my legs. He leans in and kisses me, pulling me tighter to him, digging his fingers into my hair. I kissed him back, and realized we haven't kissed like this since the party which was a week ago. I smiled, and played with Marcus's hair, and pulled away. I looked over his shoulder, and saw Kyle kissing Kristin in the front seat of her red car. I rolled my eyes, and at that moment, Kyle pulled away. He mouthed, "Sorry." I was confused, why would he apologize? But then again, it angered me knowing he's making out with Kristin, who cheated on him. "Hoe-Bag," I muttered to myself.
"What?" Marcus asked, as I snapped back into reality.
"Huh?" I asked, trying to make him confused enough to not know I was just looking at Kyle. He looked confused enough, so I just shrugged. I grabbed his hands, placing them around my waist. Marcus smirked, and pulled my thighs closer to his waist. The tailgate of his car was getting uncomfortable, and fast. Marcus kissed my cheek, and we went back to flirting. Then my phone chimed.
I stopped at what I was doing and casually pulled my iPhone from my bra. I had a message from Kyle.
"You look like a hoe." I frowned, knowing my best friend just called me that.
"Stfu, douche-bag. You have no room to talk, you man-whore." I quickly texted back. Tears started rolling down my cheeks, so I pulled away from Marcus. Marcus took my phone quickly, and saw the text. His expression went from confusion, to total pissed off.
"Oh bloody hell, I'm goign to kill him!" He said angrily in his adorable British accent. I sniffled, and Marcus looked over to where Kyle stood by Kristin's car, flirting with her. My heart crumbled.
"That douche bag of a best friend is horrible." I muttered under my breath. Marcus soothed me, while wiping my tears away.
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