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Tough Love Part 79
Iâ??m so happy yâ??all responded so well to the last two parts I posted. I was a little afraid yâ??all wouldnâ??t tack on the idea of Part 77, but thank you for proving me wrong!!~ -Aariyan ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 79 The Holiday Social â??You didnâ??t say much over the phone last night.â? â??I knowâ?¦Dad was just on my conscious.â? â??True.â? M.J. nods. â??Well Iâ??m glad we get to talk to each other again.â? â??Me too.â? When I still look unbelievable, I give a closed-tooth smile, lean and, and give M.J. a gracious peck as our hands are interlocked. As he walks away, I feel that I need a little more of aâ?¦spark. Something to make sweep me off my feetâ?¦and I know, how weird to think that when I done sneaked the boy in my roomâ??well I let him. And now Iâ??m saying this isnâ??t enoughâ?¦.What a big sigh. â??She hasnâ??t even been the same!â? I look over at Danielle, laughing as she describes me. I know sheâ??s talking about M.J. â??And what about you and Austin?â? I whisper to Pat. â??Oh yeah, well talked about it. Itâ??s his ex-, and they WERE taking pictures, but they were modeling. When I asked him if wanted her again, he told me, â??Pattie, stop being stupid. Just because sheâ??s white doesnâ??t mean I like you less because youâ??re black. I think we make a beautiful chocolate and vanilla shake, though youâ??re beginning to look yellow yourself.â??â? I laugh. We all know Patricia is basically pastel aka light! Lighter than me. Itâ??s like if me and Sherry had a baby together, Patriciaâ??s skin would be that spitting image for us. â??Youâ??re more like a banana smoothie,â? I tell her. They all know I make the best banana smoothies, and thatâ??s what Pat resembles. I felt a little better about my relationship with M.J. after talking to the girls about him. But if anything, Patricia is the TRUE expert on relationships. At least sheâ??s had intercourse with someone she truly cared about. I leeched on her like a mother as she told me what I didnâ??t wanna hear, but making me feel better about things. With Nick, we went through the various tricks again. â??Want a soda?â? â??Sure.â? So he goes to one of the rare vending machines we have in the school. He walks over to me again. â??They only had one left.â? â??Did you try the other sodas?â? â??Yeahâ?¦but they ran out of those too. Looks like one of us will be having this Sprite.â? â??Well you can have it.â? When he looks unsure, I tip the top of it back to him. He takes my hand and we go to the courtyard by the chorus room again. We sit on the railing as he waterfalls the drink. â??Soâ?¦how are things going with you and M.J.?â? â??Pretty good.â? Thereâ??s silence until Nick starts eating a Twix. I steal one of the sticks because Iâ??m starting to starve. â??Heeey! I start off eating both sticks together so the other one wonâ??t get lonely.â? â??Then it wonâ??t last as long.â? I move my head like â??duhâ??. â??And I wish they werenâ??t all smashed or melting, Nick.â? I say as I nibble on my fingers to get the chocolate and caramel off my fingertips. â??Here, hereâ??s some more right here.â? I look to my right as Nick has his finger out to me. He moves it closer to my mouth. When I looked a little confused and shocked, he suggests it again as he looks intense in the eyes, which is kind of rare. I trust his hands are clean, so I tentatively separate my lips as he slide his finger in my mouth, but before he gets the whole thing in there, I close my lips as I taste the chocolate from the candy. â??Why?â? I ask as he takes his finger back. â??Youâ??re wearing pink.â? I look down. â??And pink is my favorite color. I like it when girls wear pink.â? Now Iâ??m REALLY looking confused. â??Well I wear black a lot if you hadnâ??t noticed.â? â??I knowâ?¦and dreadful.â? I shove him in the upper part of his arm. â??Lyric?â? â??Huh?â? â??Iâ??m glad youâ??re doing this with me.â? â??Why?â? â??Because I like magic!â? â??Youâ??re welcome.â? Dad knows about the Holiday Social today. Now, the girls told me to avoid colors like red, white, greenâ??and even black!â??since they were Christmas colors and you would see it more than a little. But I wanted to wear something classy anyways, and luckily I still had my periwinkle fitting dress. The straps were spaghetti, so I put my white jacket over my arms and back. I finished it off with my clear heels. The next big question was my hair. I decided to curl in big curls and brushed it together. It looked fancy like Michaelâ??s California Curls and Jermaineâ??s blown-out Afros. â??Whoa.â? Michael smiles and I laugh. â??Ready?â? I ask Dad. Weâ??re starting to talk just a little, but with general convos. When he goes to get his keys, I pick up Bruno. â??Donâ??t I look adorable?â? I selfishly ask the dog. Michael shakes his head. â??You know Iâ??m really considering to let Bruno live at my house. Weâ??re never home and heâ??s getting neglected.â? I look down at him, and I canâ??t blame Michael. â??I guess,â? I say as I shrug. â??But Iâ??ll make sure Jan pays good attention to him since heâ??s OUR dog.â? â??Janâ??s too.â? I say. â??Well true.â? The Holiday Social coincidentally is held at the Los Angeles City Hall. Thatâ??s the same place where the Mayorâ??s Ball was held. It started at sixâ??lasting for three hours. Only the freshmen class were coached on etiquette, and was given a book about it, though they never had the â??testâ? they were supposed to have. But I canâ??t lie though; I got one from a freshmen boy who didnâ??t care about studying for it. Slacker. M.J. offered to take me to it, but I told him that wasnâ??t wise for now. Then when he asked about taking me home, I said that would be even worse for Dad! After Michael and Dad drop me off, I walk towards the building, happy that I blended in with the rest of my peers as the sun was starting to set. It was very beautiful. My main friends were already there, clumped together, mingling with their own friends. But I found my main three friends first. As I walking to them, Donovan catches up with me. â??Donâ??t we remember this building?â? we laugh together as he was about to walk off, but I stop him. â??Hey yâ??all!â? I said excitedly. Cameras were flashing everywhere from peers. â??Here, take this for us!â? Pat shoves her camera at the same guy who gave me his etiquette book. â??Hey, I know you,â? he smiled as he pointed at me. â??Yep, I remember you too, Slacker.â? Pat, Sherry, Danielle, and I posed, cheek-to-cheek as the camera flashed and the pic came out. Then we take one with Donovan in the middle, and of course he has me standing by him. He even kisses my cheek in the next one because he insisted. â??Why not one with me and him?â? I say about the freshmen boy. â??And the nameâ??s Jerry,â? he says as we smile. â??Whatever,â? I say as I laugh. At events like this, you get to check each other out and eye your crush a little too. Luckily I sorta donâ??t have that anymore because as us girls walked further in the crowd after getting our tags with our names and random table locationâ??like â??V-69â? or something like that. We greet important people like our principal, and the other administrators, like Mayor Bradley and his wife again. I saw M.J. off to the side on a wall with his friends. He got my eye and I got his. Since we couldnâ??t wear things like jeans, I see my handsome boyfriend wearing a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, a tan blazer, and tan pants with his black and shiny dress shoes. I go over towards him as I see a smile spread across his face. We basically embrace and kiss at the same time. Then I see a blinding flash through my eyelids. I look towards it and itâ??s Pat taking a prank picture. M.J. puts his hand in-front of the camera like you do when you donâ??t want your picture taken. I laugh as I join in and he kisses me again. I look at his tag. â??Looks like we wonâ??t be sitting at the same table.â? I say sadly. â??I knew it would happen. Crap like that always happens.â? â??But youâ??ll be sitting at a nearby table.â? â??I knowâ?¦but thatâ??s kinda not good enough. Let me show you the ROPES of Holiday Social!â? â??At a nearby table.â? I remind him again. Until the doors opens for us, we talked with our friends and M.J. had his left arm around my shoulder as we were slumped on the wall at the same spot. The doors open and were led by the candles that were sitting on the tables and the stage light. It was funny as I saw people scrambling for their seats as they sat in random places with friends of mine that they didnâ??t even know! I got to mine which was nearly in the front of the room and M.J.â??s in-front of mine and one table over to the left, but since the tables were a bit intimate in size, he still felt pretty close to me. â??See what I mean?â? he says as he lets go of my hand. â??Noo!â? I joke. I sit next to a girl in a white dress, but in the dim light, I notice she looks like sheâ??s in her third trimester. â??Him Iâ??m Saleisha Sims.â? â??Lyric Swan.â? We go around the table as we introduce each other. Saleisha was one of the seniors, and the other was a jolly guy whose face would get all pink and red whenever he laughed too hard. I kept hearing about the Holiday Socialâ??s famous soup. And the only choices of drinks were iced-water or tea of course. No lemonade so I drank my tea, but I enjoyed it since I was forced so many times to drink it at occasions like these. Well the famous soup turns out to be bloated bread and seemed like different tomato sauces smashed together, but I enjoyed it, though I was expecting something like chicken noodle soup. As we waited for the main course meal, we made conversation with each other, but I wasnâ??t shy even though this was my first year going to the Holiday Social. These were my peers! So HOW could I be shy? But as much as I laughed, M.J. and I still looked at one another. â??I see you looking at him.â? I look over at Saleisha. â??All I have to say is be careful. You donâ??t want to end up in my position.â? And she looks down at her stomach. â??Do I know him?â? â??The father?â? â??Yeah.â? â??No,â? she sighs, â??But he doesnâ??t go hereâ?¦anymore. After he found out about it. A stupid thing, right? This is a good school. But Iâ??ve heard he only left temporarily.â? â??That IS crazy.â? â??Yeahâ?¦.Hey, it looks like heâ??s trying to move over here. Do you want us to swap places?â? â??Donâ??t you think itâ??ll be a little obvious?â? She smiles before I get to finish, so I know it was fine to ask her. â??I know he wants to sit next to you. And I know him tooâ?¦M.J. Levi. Better be careful, girl.â? And she gets up and walks on one side of the table, as M.J. approaches on my right. Then the two tables swap M.J.â??s and Saleishaâ??s plates over. â??Hi yâ??all, Iâ??m M.J. Levi.â? He says as he waves. â??Yeah. I see Lyric must be your girlfriend. She has been amazing tonight.â? I look over at M.J., and heâ??s just beaming at me with a closed-tooth smile. Then he brushes my bang back a little. â??Has she?â? I miss Saleisha, but things DID get interesting with M.J. at the table. He jumped in the conversation, but thatâ??s just his personality. When people started to leave the room to supposingly go to the bathroom, I went with the girls at my table and of course there were chaperones out in the hall and a woman standing guard in the bathroomâ??which made me a little uneasy. I knew if he could, M.J. probably wouldâ??ve followed me to the bathroom. As we were walking back in, I felt a little anxious and I knew I had reason toâ??my guy was sitting at the table with me. We go back in and eat a little more of the chicken thatâ??s left. Iâ??m told they serve the same thing every year. The green beans was almost flavorless, I enjoyed M.J.â??s companyâ?¦and my mashed potatoes as well. I was scraping up another slice of potatoes when I feel M.J.â??s hand go to the inner-side of my right thigh, only a few inches from my underwear. I almost look at him because it shocked the Ba-Jesus out of me, but M.J. starts up a conversation, while Iâ??m basically silent and concentrating on not acting weird. Then thatâ??s when I remember his hands WERE under the table. But he started off with his hand on my knee. As he rubs his hand in this limited space, I try not to squirm a little, but since he put his hand right there, I felt a heated electric shock go through me. Then I started feeling heated EVERYWHERE! â??So how do you feel about that, Lyric?â? the jolly, senior boy asks me. I pop my head up like Iâ??m guilty of something, which I sometimes do when I AM! â??Huh?â? â??He said how do you feel about it?â? M.J. says as if heâ??s hand is not RIGHT UNDERNEATH MY CROTCH! â??Ummâ?¦ what were yâ??all talking about again?â? and they laugh. Then things turn for the worstâ?¦sort of. The boys chorus class got to perform Christmas songs like the classic â??Feliz Navidadâ?, and hereâ??s the lyrics if you were didnâ??t always get the words right: â??Feliz Navidad, prospero ano y felicidadâ? Which equals up to â??Merry Christmas, a prosperous year and happinessâ? and we all knows what it means in English. But by taking Spanish, I had the words down pack. It was while they were singing â??Silent Nightâ?, a peaceful song, which everyone could tell that the boys were singing the Temptations version, was when I felt his hand creep closer to my panty line. Thatâ??s when I squeeze my legs shut so he could stop. I see him look out the corner of his eye because I was looking out mine at him. After it seemed like we had an understanding with our eyes, I release the tension from my thighs. And I feel that he just settles to rub the inside of my thigh, minus my actual private part. When we got our desserts, which was chocolate-fudged cake with chocolate syrup. If we were alone, M.J. and I wouldâ??ve fed it to each other. But after we listen to another seniorâ??s poem about Holiday Social, we sing our alma materâ??our school anthemâ??and we always shout at the ending, â??We are as always California High!â? As I blow out my candle, which is a wine glass filled with red wax, I look at the name of my school again: California High School Liberal Arts Magnet. What a mouthful! But I love it. Liberal arts is when you study all the subjects, and nurture the knowledge of foreign language and the artsâ??like chorus, band, drama, and orchestraâ??as well. Itâ??s temporarily dark, and I feel M.J. pulls me in as we kiss. â??Maybe I shouldâ??ve kept my candle burning.â? â??No, Iâ??m glad you didnâ??t. I wouldnâ??t want anyone to see.â? I whisper to him. As he takes my hand, I look over my shoulder and see Saleisha again. Both of us give each other an encouraging smile though we felt a little weak. Of course the crowd was filtering out in the hall, but we went back towards the entrance and waited in line to get our picture taken. You see, we would get only ONE ticket to take a picture with friends for memories sake. Me, M.J., and a group of our friendsâ??from Patricia, to Donovan, to M.J.â??s friendsâ??stood with Santa and one of my teachers dressed as an elf, and took a wild picture. All I remember is Donovan was on someoneâ??s back with his finger pointed to the camera, I was standing with M.J. while his arm was around my waist, and Nick was posing like Donovan. After we finished, some of the teachers were frowning, but we couldnâ??t help our laughter. â??Now whoâ??s going to keep the picture once it develops?â? I ask as the entire entourage moves away. â??I donâ??t.â? M.J. says. We voted he should keep it. Then we said maybe a senior should have it. â??Letâ??s just do this, whoever gets the picture, if itâ??s not me, you give me the picture a-sap and Iâ??ll let everyone see it. And Iâ??ll use it in a presentation of some sorts.â? â??Thatâ??ll work.â? I say. After a few more pictures, and one with M.J., he takes my hand and we walk off by ourselvesâ?¦again. â??Hey cutie.â? I hear him mumble. We were behind a staircase. â??What?â? Iâ??m suspicious again. He lunges for my neck. As soon as I gasp in pleasure, he shushes me as he arms wrap around my behind. Then all of a sudden, I feel him grab for my right leg, wrapping it around his waist. Things really did get hot behind that staircase, but that was because he had his blazer (jacket you wear with suits) on again. Suddenly, I was wishing my dress straps werenâ??t so thin. Because sure enough, he pushes my jacket back as he temporarily makes out with my right shoulder. When he looks back at my eyes, his eyes appears to me that he seemed like he was a betrayed vampire, but really, I know his feelings were just heavy. â??I like youâ?¦so, so much.â? He says intensely. â??Is it because of what youâ??re doing to me?â? I ask honestly. â??No.â? he laughs like I shouldâ??ve known that. Then he sits us on the floor behind the staircase. He holds me. â??Hey, remember when you did that last time?â? I canâ??t even afford to laugh about it, but in M.J.â??s presence, it isnâ??t so bad. â??Have yâ??all said anything since?â? â??Yeah, but not much like we usually do.â? M.J. draws design on my back as we sit there in silence. â??Maybe we should go and see if heâ??s out there.â? I say after a while. â??Yeah, KiKi should be fine.â? That reminds me, she was in the picture as well. And I didnâ??t mean to tell M.J. to walk me outside. It just came like Word Vomit. But we do after I wave to my friends. And talk with the mayor and his wife. â??A little chilly. Wanna wear my jacket?â? â??No Iâ??m fine. Your arm around me is enough.â? We walk towards the road, where traffic was already gathering. When I see Dad pull up, I feel both of us take a deep breath. When Dad stops, the car, M.J. opens the door. â??Hi Chief Swan.â? â??Mr. Swan will do.â? Dad says as he barely looks at him. I hug M.J. and he hands me my handbag before closing the door and tapping the car door twice like you do when youâ??re sending someone away, though you really donâ??t want to. â??Well that was fun!â? Michael from the passenger seat after it grew noticeably silent. ---------------------------------------------------------------- URL: http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/23900000/Diggy-diggy-simmons-23903458-396-594.jpg -Aariyan
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