What's She Going To Do, Wipe Her STD's On Me?
When I got home it was around 5:30 so only my mother was home. Not that that wasn’t bad enough.
“Tessa where were you?” she demanded the second I walked into the house.
I spared her a small glance before I took off my jacket and shoes and placed them by the door and on the coat rack.
“Answer me, Tess.”
Finally I turned around and answered. “The hospital.”
My mother let out an exasperated breath. “I thought I told you to cut down your time there.”
“I did. I didn’t go yesterday.”
“Don’t you sass me! Once a week is plenty.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you and Dad go even that much?”
“Don’t you start on that with me young lady! Did you forget about our deal?!”
I immediately paled and shook my head. “No mother.”
She nodded, apparently pleased by my response. “Good. Go do your homework and don’t forget to change for dinner.”
Not needing to be told twice, I hurriedly ran up the two flights of stairs to my room. I spent around two hours writing an essay on Hamlet and finishing some math homework until Ms. Erickson, our cook, buzzed me on the intercom and told me it was dinnertime. I quickly pulled on a green summer dress and walked down the staircase. When I walked into the living room I found my father and mother greeting none other than the Bentley’s. I tried not to groan and I wished my father would finish his business deal with Mr. Bentley so they would stop dropping by all the time for dinner.
“Tessa, it’s so wonderful to see you!”
I faked a smile. “Hello Mr. Bentley, Mrs. Bentley. Hey Tyler.”
“Hey!” Tyler grinned at me, eyeing me up and down. I began to feel uncomfortable and was grateful when my mother had us all sit down, and then less grateful when she purposely sat me next to Tyler.
I zoned out as I ate dinner, instead finding my mind drifting to Trey for some reason. I tried to shake him out of my head but the more I tried the more I thought of how Arthur had called him misunderstood, but a wonderful boy. I had never seen anything but a man-whore, was I missing something?
I immediately snapped back into focus and looked over at Mrs. Bentley who was looking at me expectantly. “I’m sorry.” I told her politely. “I’ve been working on an essay for english and I’m afraid I’m still a bit distracted by it.”
“Of course. You must be proud to have such a hard working daughter, Shelly.”
“Oh yes, very proud.” My mother nodded. I was probably the only one who could hear the slight sarcasm in her voice.
“So what clubs are you part of this year?” Mrs. Bentley asked me.
“The National Honor Society is the only one, I’m too busy with my classes and AP tests to really be involved in too many clubs.”
“That’s too bad. I remember when my daughter wanted you to be a part of her cheerleading team. She said you were an amazing dancer.”
I smiled and thanked her for the compliment. I had vaguely remembered that it was Ty’s sister who was the head cheerleader who, as a senior, had begged me to join their team.
“What are you doing this year, Tyler?” My mother asked
“I’m on the football team.” Tyler told my mom, flashing his trademark white smile. My mother instantly seemed to melt at his smile and I inwardly cringed. This was exactly what I was worried would happen if my mom spent too much time around him.
“What position do you play?” my dad suddenly asked. Of course the words “foot” and “ball” together would get him to join the conversation.
“Linebacker.” Tyler told him. Mr. Bentley seemed to swell with pride.
“I don’t think Tess has ever been to a game!” my mother suddenly looked over at me.
“I went to a game sophomore year.” I informed her.
“Well you should go to another one now that you have such a good friend on the team!”
I tried not to grimace at her words. I really tried.
“I’d love it if you came to one of my games, Tess. You could even wear my jersey if you want.” Tyler told me, flashing me that mother-charming smile.
“I think your girlfriend would get a bit mad about that, don’t you think?” I asked him, raising my eyebrow.
Tyler smirked. “Cassie and I broke up.”
“When’s your next game?” my mother asked before I could say anything.
“A week from friday is homecoming game and they’ll be playing their rival team.” Mrs. Bentley quickly interjected.
“Tess would love to go see you play, I’m sure!” my mother said enthusiastically, looking over at me.
I hesitated briefly, desperately wanting to say otherwise, but my mother’s eyes flashed as she saw that I was going to go against her.
“The deal.” she mouthed at me.
I forced a smile on my face. “Of course I’ll go cheer on Ty. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” I asked sweetly, putting a slight emphasis on the word friend.
“Such a dear you are.” Mrs. Bentley told me in a voice I associated with talking to a pet. “So Shelly, where’s your son Hunter? I haven’t seen him around lately.”
I could tell the difference in my mother immediately, even if our guests couldn’t. Her smile, already so fake, now looked even more forced and she froze slightly.
“He’s away in Europe staying with some family friends.” the familiar lies coming from her fluently.
I looked away from her in disgust. How could parents turn against their son so easily? These people were monsters.
“Oh how fun for him! Daniel we really have to go back to Paris sometime, I miss it! Maybe we can all go together!” Mrs. Bentley whined at her husband. I once more began to zone out.
The rest of dinner went by relatively painlessly and after dessert my mother allowed me to go back to my room as I used the excuse of homework. Once in my room I logged into Facebook and began to chat with Kate.
Tessa Dupont: So my mom’s officially in love with Tyler. Next thing you know she’ll be arranging my marriage to him.
Katie Smith: Who’s the one exaggerating now?
Tessa Dupont: No exaggeration. She’s forcing me to go to the homecoming game to see him. I have to wear his jersey.
Katie Smith: What’s the problem? Tyler’s HOT!! And as the total babe you are, you two would have the cutest babies!
Tessa Dupont: I literally gagged at that comment. No, Kate, just no.
A sudden friend request appearing in the corner caught my attention and I clicked on it to find Trey Sampson as the one behind it.
Tessa Dupont: Uh Kate, so I just got a friend request from Trey Sampson. WTF do I do?!
Her reply came almost two seconds later.
Katie Smith: OMG ACCEPT!!!!
I grimaced slightly but clicked the accept button all the same. A few moments later I got another message.
Trey Sampson: Hey little Miss. Prissy, I’m surprised you weren’t too afraid of getting mono to accept my friend request.
I rolled my eyes at his comment but still laughed a little.
Tessa Dupont: Hardy ha, you are such a comedian. And little Miss. Prissy? Really?
Trey Sampson: You don’t like my nickname for you? I’m hurt.
Tessa Dupont: If only... and that’s the worst nickname I’ve ever heard.
Trey Sampson: Oh I’m sure I can think of a worse one ;)
Tessa Dupont: You better not.
I was just about to log off when I got a message on the other window.
Katie Smith: What’s happening?
Tessa Dupont: I’ll show you the messages tomorrow at school.
Katie Smith: YOU’RE TALKING TO HIM???!!
I laughed at her and shook my head in exasperation, logging off and closing my laptop.
I spent the rest of the night watching New Girl on Netflix before going to bed.
I got up the next morning to TNT by ACDC blasting on the radio and I quickly hit my alarm off. I loved ACDC as much as the next girl, but at 7 in the morning that was just painful. I quickly showered and pulled on some designer clothes my mother had handpicked for me at the store the other day. I hadn’t exaggerated when I had told Hunter she had replaced half my wardrobe with new “stylish” clothes as she loved to call them. I pulled on my favorite Ralph Lauren black suede boots and grabbed my backpack before running downstairs.
“Good morning dearie.” Ms. Erickson told me when she saw me, kissing me on the cheek. “Breakfast?”
Ms. Erickson ladled some bacon and scrambled eggs onto a plate for me which I promptly devoured.
My mother would have had a stroke at the inelegance I just exhibited but my current company simply looked amused.
“In a hurry?”
“Slightly late for school.” I told her with a grin as I gulped down my orange juice.
“Aren’t you always?”
“Can’t argue with that. See you when I get home.” I kissed her on the cheek and then ran out the door to my awaiting Lambo in the garage. I quickly hopped in the car and drove off to pick up Kate.
“About time. Must you always be late?” she asked me, looking slightly grumpy.
“I’m punctual in my tardiness.” I told her teasingly.
“That doesn’t even make any sense, Tess.”
I shrugged and threw her my phone. “Here, hopefully this’ll make up for it.”
She logged onto my Facebook app and read the messages between me and the devil.
“I can’t believe this! Yesterday I thought he was going to murder you for sure, but this actually seems like he was flirting with you!”
“It’s gotta be because of the hospital.” I thought out loud.
“Whoa, hold up a sec. The hospital?!”
I glanced over at her confused face and gave her a small guilty smile. “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, I saw him yesterday there. I guess he’s Arthur’s grandson.”
“Arthur? You mean that old guy you always go visit there?”
“That’s the one.” I nodded.
There was a brief silence and I looked over at my friend, actually slightly worried since she had stopped talking for more than a second, but found myself facing the creepiest smile I had ever seen on her face.
“That is so romantic!!” she cried, flinging her arms out.
I spluttered and it was a good thing I was at a stop light or I might have veered the car off course. “Who the hell said anything about romantic?! How did that even come into the conversation at all?!”
“I can see you telling your kids about this in the future, how you met romantically as you nursed his grandfather back to health!”
“Just yesterday you were talking about Tyler and my kids, now I’m gonna have kids with Trey?”
Kate waved her hand at me dismissively and made a scoffing noise. “Tyler’s old news. You’re right, he is kind of clingy even if he is super hot. Now Trey, he’s mysteriously sexy! Oh yeah, I am totally on Team Trey!”
“There is no Team Trey, and no Team Tyler.” I told Kate firmly as I swung into my parking space.
“Oh there totally is, even if you don’t realize it.” Kate informed me, looking so excited I questioned her sanity.
“Well then I’m on Team Stay Single.” I told her stubbornly as we got out of the car.
“Oh I’m sorry but that team’s currently full, please choose a different one.” Kate said sweetly.
“I hate you.” I muttered.
“That’s not very nice, tiger.” a voice from behind me made me jump and I spun around to face Trey.
“Tiger? Really?” I asked him dryly.
He pointed at my bag which had a print of a tiger on it. “It seemed fitting. Although you’re right, you’re not so much a tiger as a little kitten. Maybe that should be your new nickname”
I scowled at him. “Don’t even.”
“Aw come on kitten! Hey, I like it already.”
“I don’t hate you anymore Kate, I hate him.”
“Are you sure it’s hate and not some other passionate emotion?” he asked me with a smirk.
I purposefully looked him up and down slowly before giving him a fake smile. “Positive.”
I sighed as I heard Tyler calling my name and looked over at Kate, silently pleading for her help. She shrugged unhelpfully.
“Yeah Tyler?” I asked as he got closer. He frowned as he looked over at Trey who was smirking at him.
“Is this guy bothering you?” he asked me.
Trey raised an eyebrow, observing Tyler with amusement.
“Not as much as some people but more so than others.” I said with a shrug.
Tyler looked at me in confusion and I had to stifle a giggle. Trey gave me a wink behind Tyler’s back and I shot him a dirty look.
“We gotta get to class guys, see you later.” I told them, tugging on Kate’s arm and leading her away from the two most annoying people in my life at the moment.
When we got to our first period, Kate immediately started gushing.
“Oh my god this is totally like Romeo and Juliet!”
“How so.” I asked flatly.
“Your parents want you to marry Tyler, or Paris, but you are gonna get together with Trey, who you have to admit your parents would totally hate.”
I gritted my teeth. “The only accurate part of that statement was the part where you said my parents would hate Trey. And Romeo and Juliet died in the end, Kate. Why on earth would I want my life to be like theirs?”
“Because it would be so romantic, Tess! I swear sometimes you hate romance.”
I gave her my best “duh” face. “Uh yeah, because it’s corny and overrated.”
“Why we are friends I’ll never know.” Kate sighed and pretended to be offended.
“You love me.” I told her, nudging her shoulder with mine.
She tried to shoot me with her best glare but cracked after a second and began to laugh.
We went to classes and then lunchtime came around.
“Shawn asked me out yesterday, by the way.” Kate informed me as we waited in line to buy our food.
“And you’re waiting until now to tell me?” I said, pretending to be offended.
Kate shrugged. “We had more important things to discuss, such as your evolving love triangle.”
“Which is all in your imagination.” I muttered at her venomously.
Kate smirked. “Do you want to hear how I answered or not?”
I sighed. “Fine I’ll be a good girl, continue.”
“Well I told him I’d go out with him on Saturday!”
I grinned and clapped my hands. “That is so exciting! You’ve had a secret crush on him forever!”
Kate blushed. “Th-that’s not true!”
I scoffed at her. “Oh please, you used to sit in the back of math class last year so you could stare at his ‘oh so fine, sexy-ass hair’ as I think you once said.”
Kate’s blush darkened and I snickered, making her slap me on the arm.
“Don’t you ever bring that up again.” she told me in a deadly tone.
“Don’t ever bring up my so-called “love triangle” and you’ve got a deal.”
Kate’s eyes narrowed but she eventually held her hand out to shake mine.
“You got yourself a deal.”
We walked over to our table and sat down.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel totally badass having blackmail against you.” Kate said.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not so much blackmail when I have dirt on you too. It’s more a mutual agreement.”
“Still pretty badass.”
“You are so weird.”
“Hey Ty.” I responded unenthusiastically as he walked over to our table.
“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, not bothering with an answer before he sat down.
Kate and I traded incredulous looks as Tyler waved over some of his friends who were also on the football team, some bringing their girlfriends over with them. Luckily for me, I was on fairly good terms with all the people brought over and was even friends with a few of them. Kate began to talk to Shawn while Tyler tried to tell me a story that I quickly lost interest in.
I zoned out, finding my gaze slipping past Tyler until I made eye contact with a set of dark, almost black eyes. Trey sat with four friends at an otherwise empty table facing me. He raised an eyebrow when he caught my eye and gestured at the seat next to him, as if inviting me to come join them. I scrunched my nose up slightly and had to resist the urge to roll my eyes, snapping my attention back to Tyler.
“Hey Tess, why is Trey Sampson staring at you?” a guy I was fairly good friends with named Brad asked.
Tyler immediately seemed to stiffen and he turned slightly so he could look over at Trey. I resisted the urge to follow his gaze and instead just shrugged.
“He’s probably still pissed I interrupted him yesterday in class from his allotted portion of Lizzy.”
Everyone at the table began to laugh.
“I saw that, I thought you were dead for sure!” Brad snorted.
“Lizzy was so pissed after class, I thought she was going to hunt you down.” Jasmine, a preppy but sweet girl, informed me. “I’d be careful if I were you.”
“What’s she going to do, wipe her STD’s on me?” I questioned.
“Honestly she’s not even that good in bed.” another guy mentioned and there was a murmur of agreements from around the table.
“Ew, way too much information Chase!” Kate said, wrinkling her nose. Chase just shrugged and shot her an apologetic smile.
I turned my head slightly so that I could try and look at Trey as slyly as possible, but found him still staring at me. It was beginning to freak me out. One of his friends must’ve asked him something, because Trey suddenly turned to one of them and began to talk. Soon they were all looking over at me and I quickly looked away, feeling my face begin to heat up.
“So Tyler, what were you saying before we were interrupted?” I asked him quickly, hoping for a distraction. Tyler’s eyes lit up and he dove right back into the story. I almost immediately regretted this distraction as I felt myself zoning out again, but this time I forced my eyes to look at Tyler and not roam back to the table full of bad boys.