Smells Like Children (Maniggy: Marilyn Manson x Twiggy Ramirez)

Chapter 4

Twiggy's POV

I walk out of my class once the bell rang and take out my phone. I go to the restroom and press Trevor's number to call him. It rings twice and he then picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Jeordie."

"Oh, where are you?"

"I'm in the bathroom by my class I just got out of."

"Meet me in the courtyard by the fountain."

"Alright," I hang up and start to head out but two guys stop me.

"Hey, why are you wearing a dress?" One of them asks smirking.

"B-because..." I start to talk and the other guy shoves me.

"Fucker." One of them spits at me and I run out. No, I'm not getting beat up or teased until I cry. These guys from my old school would tease me and of course me being a punk I cried. So, me crying satisfied them so they teased me everyday and that would be their laugh of the day. I push the thought of my old school far back in my mind and sprint to the courtyard. I instantly find the fountain. I sit on the cement outside of the fountain. I play with the water slightly. Someone taps my shoulder. I turn to see Trevor.

"Hey," he says. "Come on." He takes my hand and holds it tightly, very tightly.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere less crowded." He drags me to the back of the school. I spot Marilyn and the guys under their tree. Trevor takes me under another tree a little further than them. He drags me down to sit with him. I look back at Marilyn. Marilyn looks up from his meal and looks at me. I start to blush. I quickly turn my attention to Trevor.

"You know them?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah, I ate lunch with them yesterday." He scowls.

"Whatever." He says and he leans back on the tree. He takes out a cigarette and lights it.

"You don't get caught?" I ask and point to it.

"Not if you keep pointing to make it obvious." I retract my hand by my side again.

"Sorry."

"So, Jeordie, how do you like it here so far." I shrug and try to steal a glance at Marilyn. "You like one of them?" I turn my head.

"What?!" I ask a little too loudly. "What?" I ask in a more quieter voice. "I'm not gay," I say. I'm not, right? I mean, I'm not really fond of girls. But I've never had feelings for a guy either.

"You sure?"

"I-I don't know." I fiddle with the handle on my lunchbox.

"You like girls?" I nod no and look up at him.

"Well, either you're asexual, which no one is, or ya gay." He takes a deep breath in from his cigarette.

"But I don't know."

"It's because you've never experimented with a guy." He's right, I don't know I am. I've never been with a guy so I don't know if I like it.

"Well," I begin to say he grabs my face and shoves his lips to mine. My heart races. It's weird, I think I like it. He aggressively shoves his tongue in my mouth. He pushes me away.

"There, how was that?" I collect my thoughts. A lot of them rush before me. Fuck, no...

"I think I liked it." I start to smile. He smirks. I nod, "yeah, I liked it."

"There's your answer." He sticks his cigarette back in his mouth. Is it bad that I liked it? Being gay is a sin but Im atheist so it's okay. It's okay, what am I so scared of? I scoot closer to Trevor. I notice I'm trembling, he made me a little weak. I take out his cigarette from his mouth. "What's wrong?" I sit on his lap and lean in. He's a good kisser, this all seems so new and I really like it. The feeling of your heart pumping as if your rolling down a steep roller coaster. He loosely puts his arms around my waist. I pull away and look at him. I giggle and give him a quick kiss.

"I like you, Trevor." I say quietly. It's been a day from knowing him but something draws me to him. He smiles and pulls up my dress slightly. He places his hand on my thigh and look up at me.

"Good, I feel the same. But," my smile drops halfway. "We have to keep it a private relationship."

"Huh?"

"I don't want guys to find out about you being gay. They'll beat you up or try to get you. And I want you all to myself, Jeordie." I smile. See? The guys are lying, he's so sweet. Why would he lie to me like that? He's actually looking out for me. I kiss him once more.

"Cool," I say and giggle again like a schoolgirl. I press my forehead to his. The bell rings and Trevor gets up. He starts to speed walk to class. I try to keep up. I finally catch up, I try to grab his hand but he jerks it away. Oh yeah, private. I smile and walk behind him to our class.

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