Maiden Marks

Birthday Present

Chatper one- Normal, Happy, and a bit wreid. They describe my life.

Author's Note - (maybe like one or two chapters of her normal life until things happen.. AND i choose that video from youtube, since the mood for the story later on maches the music. you can just ignore the pictures. xD)

“You are stupid,” I said blankly staring at his rubber ducky boxers. I see his six-pack and his semi-tan skin. “If you aren’t stupid then what sickness DO you have?” He hiccupped and smiled; he suddenly took a big gulp of his WINE. He staggered toward me and leaned in

 “My sickness is… love Karen.” He smiled and leaned even closer and his breath stank of wine. My lips were almost touching his at the moment. Amazingly my heart skipped a beat… my best friend is right in front of me, and my heart is going crazy. “I can kiss you now. Right?” He grabbed my arm and I pushed him away quickly.

 “No way in hell Halen!” I sat on the couch and he sat next to me.

 “Why?” He asked with a heart broken face. I mean his face looked like a puppy’s when you scold it.

 “You’re my best friend not my lover.” I stepped on his foot, since he was getting to close again. “Stop being a dick head, just because your drunk doesn’t mean you can kiss me.” His face showed no emotion, I guess the guy was too drunk to feel pain.

 “My god, you freak out to much, just chill.” He leaned in once again, and touched my cheek, his eyes a shiny bright blue. I could feel his breath on my cheek, as he lifted my chin. He rubbed his finger over my lip, so I took my chance, and bit his finger. He yelled. Ooh, so he feels that, weird drunk bastard. I stood and grabbed my coat from the coat hanger, and rushed toward the door. Once I opened it I felt the cold air rush onto me. The cold prickled my skin and made my face an icy cold. “Once you get over your hangover you can come and talk to me!”

 I slammed the door shut and walked down the street as far way from his house, my feet crushing the snow beneath me. Man he was getting drunk every week, and every week the same thing happens. I mean this is our last year of high school (I don’t even know how he gets wine or beer.) he should be studying. But since his friends got him into drinking he’s been buying six-packs day after day.  The guy thinks he’s all “macho” cause he can drink illegally now. Ego check.

 I walk past stores and café shops. It was at least 11:00 and it was snowing by chance. The snow crashed onto my hair and left it cold and wet. I sniffed and kept walking. My house was only like a mile away from Halen.

    Once I reached my house I took out my keys. My hands were icicles, so stiff that I couldn’t even feel the keys in my hand. Once I opened the door, I threw off my coat and kicked off my shoes. I walked past my parents’ room and up the stairs I went. The stairs creaked with each step. I reached my room so I opened the door and threw myself onto the bed. Tomorrow I had a history test and didn’t want to fail it due to lack of sleep. 

       I was brushing my hair while looking at the time (don’t want to be late for school) when my cell rang. I answered and put my cellphone between my ear and shoulder. “Hello?” I said with my hair in front of my face. I brushed it back into place, by doing that I noticed my birthmark, it was in the shape of a rose bud, almost ready to bloom. I find it freaky and try to hide it with my hair; some people even ask if it’s a tattoo.  

 “Karen? It’s me Halen. Hey look… sorry about yesterday. I know it was your birthday and all… you there?  At first I thought of hanging up on him, but how could I? He’s been my best friend since kindergarten. I couldn’t stay mad at him. Besides this bastard was really good with blackmail, and he would do anything to get me to talk to him. Once he when we were 13 we had gotten into a fight. I wouldn’t say a word to him, much less look at him. So he said and I quote “If you don’t talk to me, I’ll send this picture of you naked with your flat chest showin’, to the whole school.” Ugh the memory torments me, but hey I’m a late bloomer.