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"Baby, I'm home" Kendrick called, walking the kitchen.
"In here, Kennyrick" I said. He walked into the kitchen in a suit with his briefcase, his signature prime jersey slung over his shoulder. Kendrick wanted to be many things and as his loving, faithful wife I supported him with everything he wanted to be so he ended up being a slam ducking he wanted to be so he ended up slam ducking off the chart music producing congressman. I forgot what team for(it usually varied every time in his dream), produced a hit everyday and was a congressman just like his father.My job was whatever he wanted me to be or worked around whatever he did so I ended up being a dancer, a choreographer and a cheerleader for whatever team he played for. He walked over to me, placing his hands around my waist. I turned my head a bit and looked up at him.
"Hey" he said, staring down into my eyes.
"Hey" I responded, lost in his eyes, a bit out of breath. I swear, what is the man doing to me? He leaned down and kissed me once.
"I've been thinking about you" he said and kissed me again, twice, "Alot".
"Oh, yeah?" I asked, breathless. I could hardly pronouce the words in my head or speak above a whisper. Kendrick's playing ways were long gone, thanks to Mrs. Lamar. Having watched her over the years, I knew exactly how to keep Kendrick in check. Sure Kendrick had screwed up a few times here and there and I had left him each and every time but he had pulled me back with his sweetness every time. It hurt me way more than it hurt him but the boy had to learn so at the promising age of twenty-four, I married him and he hasn't wronged me since.
"Yeah" he answered, giving me another kiss. His kiss drifted down to my neck as his hands went up in exploration. I leaned, my eyes closing, his hands felt so good. "Hey, baby" Kendrick said in my ear.
"Um-hm?" I asked. That came out somewhere between a soft moan and a strong whimper but right now that was all I could manage.
"I'm feeling in the mood for a shower. Care to join me?" he asked.I nodded, now only able to manage a soft whimper. In this mood, there was no way I could say 'no' to Kendrick. Besides, why would I? Our showers were usually very dirty: very sexual, a lot of touching and a little too much sex but we always ended up clean. In this dream, I never wore pants to bed, just usually one of Kendrick's large shirt and a pair of small, lacy panties which was usually what Kendrick always preferred anyway. We would lie in bed and snuggle for hours on end until we fell asleep. That was my favorite part. I always fell asleep first and Kendrick stayed there with his arms wrapped around me, just stroking my hair. And that was it; the perfect dream with a perfect ending.
**********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************I woke up, smiling beside myself. That was my favorite dream and I hadn't had it for so long.
"Hey" Kendrick said, smiling down at me.
"Hey" I responded, looking up into his eyes. He leaned down and I turned a bit and he kissed me. Our lips touched and the world disappeared around me, leaving only us. He kissed me a few more times before pulling back. He kissed my cheek, then rolled over and off me, getting off his bed. I stared at him, sitting up with a smile. When lunch came around, the smile was still there.
"What are you so happy about?" Lucy asked. I shrugged, looking down.
"Kendrick kissed her" Kylie answered with a smile. Everyone turned to me, all excited and happy;except for Craig, who broke into the girls and I's squealing moment with a sigh.
"Don't know why you are all so happy and squealy?" Craig muttured.
"Craig, didn't you hear? Kendrick just kissed her!" Lucy exclaimed.
"So, not like it means anything!" Craig rudely said.
"Um...yeah, Craig...it kind of does!" Lucy said, matching his tone with just a bit more annoyance.
"Not really!" Craig disagreed.
"Totally does!" Lucy argued, shooting him an icy glare.
"Fine, then...here" Craig said, handing me his phone.
"What's this?" I asked. Seeing the picture on the screen, my smile suddenly disappeared. Pressing the play button, I could see Kendrick clearly, passionately kissing Margaret Henderson. Margaret was not only one of Kendrick's ex-girlfriends and a cheerleader but was also my science partner once, for a day. She was beautiful with her glowing, caramel brown skin, flowing copper, oak wood hair that went down past her shoulders almost to her waist and those long, slim legs perfectly fitting in faded blue skinny jeans. Kendrick had one of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other hand on her butt. She gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Skylar-" Kyle said, trying to take the phone away from me.
"No!" I coldly said, swatting her hand away. I checked the video time, seeing it had been recorded a few minutes ago.
"Yeah, I know, I didn't get all of it but it only started a few minutes ago...maybe they're still out there. I could show you if you'd like" Craig said and stood up. I followed Craig, sticking his phone in my back pocket.
"Skylar-!" Kylie said, trying to make me sit back down.
"Don't!" I ordered, swiping her hands away. We headed out of the cafeteria, halfway through Kylie stood up and tried to stop me.
"Sky-" Kylie tried again.
"No, don't!" I snapped at her. The group stepped back and I followed Craig out. There they were, true to his word; Margaret's back was up against the side of the locker, Kendrick's hands on either side of her, his palms on the locker. Margaret's hands exploring Kendrick's body.
"Do you always have to be such an ass?" Kylie complained. I suddenly couldn't watch this anymore, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I headed for the bathroom, pushing past Kendrick, most likely hoping to knock him off balance or atleast away from Margaret. I hid in the bathroom, tears streaming down my face, staring at Craig's phone, letting the comments cycle through. Most of them were about me, Margaret and Kendrick, some of them were about me, Margaret and Kendrick some about me and Kendrick and others about Kendrick and Margaret. 'Little Miss. Skylar must have been so jealous about this'. 'Oh no doubt, espically after she just lied about Kendrick kissing her'. The remark came from Kendrick's phone but sounded like something Craig would say and since Craig didn't have his phone, he was most likely using Kendrick's. 'Kendrick and Margaret are so hot together'. 'They should be a couple, I wish they were a couple...too bad he's got that little love-sick stalker Skylar following him around everywhere'. What were they talking about? I never followed him around anywhere...well, barely ever. I read the rest of the comments, letting them float through my brain. The conversation went on til the end of school. I waited about an hour after the bell rang before leaving the bathroom. Tears were still leaking from my eyes and Craig was at my locker.
"Hey, Craig" I muttured, sniffling a bit.
"Where's my phone?" Craig asked, sounding pissed. I wordlessly handed him his phone and then as he started to walk off as I whimpered, the slowly leaking tears now moving onto a steady stream. Craig's angry face melted into a cross between sad and uncomfortable. He turned me into him, pulling me into a tight, warm hug just as I burst into tears. He rubbed my back and walked me almost all the way home.
"Thanks, Craig" I said, still sniffling.
"For what?" Craig asked. All that came out was a dying mouse squeak.
"I had to tell you, you deserve to know" Craig said, tucking some stray hair behind my ear. We looked into each other's eyes. He looked so kind, so beautiful, so sincere. I leaned up and he leaned down and we kissed. It wasn't like Kendrick but it was good enough...until I thought of Kendrick. I broke off the kiss instantly and ran all the way to my house, not stopping until I got inside my room. I slammed the door behind me and flopped onto my bed, once again, bursting into tears. I laid there even after, staring at the wall. I had kissed Craig right after I had kissed Kendrick right after he had just kissed Margaret...and it didn't feel good. I literally felt sick to my stomuch, so unwanted, just like trash. I couldn't ever speak to Kendrick ever again! How could I even face him? I sat on my bed for a while longer and then closed my eyes, drifting off.
