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House Broken
By Rachel Plotkin

 Chapter 1: Tricia

"Lalalalala" I screamed plugging my ears.
"I can't hear you"
It was a usual morning routine. My dad was pissed off at me for no reason, and I was late for school.
He always thought he needed to take such good care of me since my mom passed away. I lived.
"Tricia, don't you walk away from me"
"Watch me!"
This was getting old. Every day was the same story..either I said something wrong, or did something wrong. Nothing was right! School was my safe place, somewhere that I could go to hide and runaway from it all. Sure I missed my mother, but I didn't need some fat bastard yelling at me every morning.
"School" I yelled, as I ran out the door.
I groaned as I climbed into my terribly overused truck. I knew that bald man had money, he was always bringing girls around and they didn't like him for his looks. He just plain refused to bye me a nice car.
"Come on, Come on" I said to the car, realizing I sounded like a crazy person.
It eventually started and went a cool 40 miles per hour down the freeway for school. School..I didn't mind it too much. Sure I fit the perfect description of an everyday nerd, my red, curly hair taking up so much room people assumed my brain must have been that big too. In some ways it was, I loved going to class and learning things..but I didn't have the high waisted pants or the 'no body' going for me.
The guys who saw past my brain went straight to my body. I have cleavage..that I hated, and a big butt going every which way. I couldn't walk through the hallway without having someone commentary on it. Either a jealous girl, or her horny boyfriend who wasn't getting any.
You would think by now that I wouldn't be a virgin with boobs and a bum like mine, but I was.
I shut my eyes hard--not the best thing to do when you're driving--and opened them to see I was heading right for a Bentley.
'Crap' It had to be the nice car.
I grabbed the wheel and made one of the most impressive U-turns of my life, so impressive in fact that only the very corner of my left bumper hit the shiny black passenger door of the car.
"I am so sorry" I said scrambling out of the car to see the damage I had done.
To my surprise a couple of..er..scary looking kids stepped out. They were the kind of kids I usually avoided. Fake black hair, purposely paled skin, all black clothing with some netting. I cringed.
"Boy, Nice car you have here"
What a hillbilly I sounded like, standing there complimenting a car that my broken down truck had barley nicked. I prepared myself for the screaming.
"Ya, Daddy pays well" One girl said, smiling her black glossed smile. She was pretty, or so I could see from all the muck she had on, and seemed friendly enough.
"Uh..ya..I'm sorry"
"It's okay" The taller more mysterious boy spoke this time. He wasn't smiling..I wondered if that was allowed in their group. Sure the girl had smiled..but he was a dude..had an image to uphold and such.
"So.."
I had no idea what I was supposed to say or do in this situation. One of the other boys bent down as if to examine the damage done, but he still faced me..so he wouldn't have been able to see if a bird had pooped on the car or something.
"It's fine" He murmured still not looking at the car
Confused I headed back toward my truck, but something grabbed me. I screamed..not thinking. My head spun around to see it was the taller boy.
"Chill"
I did, as soon as he spoke a smell entered my nose. It was a hard sharp smell mixed with a calming cologne. He was cute, nothing like the type of guy I normally drooled over, but I let him pull me toward his group.
He motioned toward the back door of his car. I didn't know if he was showing me the damage I'd done or kidnapping me. I gulped hard.
He laughed in my ear filling it with the heat of his smell.
"Get in"
"Um..You know I have to get to school"
"Jefferson?" The girl squeaked
"Uh..Ya, You go there?"
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! Of course they went there..well not all of them. I still didn't know who the tall one holding my arm--loser now--was, but the rest I had seen before. In the hallways, always in the hallways.
"Get in" he repeated
"I..have..car" I mumbled like a stupid idiot. The effect he was having on me was clear.
The girl giggled and pointed to my car. My eyes widened almost popping out. My car was trashed, the whole back of my pickup was mushed. It looked as small as one of those french cars I'd seen on TV.
"Holy Crap"
"Please..Get In" he said, almost pushing me into the car.
How was I going to explain this to my dad? How was I going to explain it to myself.
"Does your car have superpowers or something"
"Nah..It's bullet proof is all" The last boy said. He was short, younger than the others.
"Car proof too!" the girl laughed again
The ride took about 20 minutes, a lot less than it would have in my now demolished truck. I learned their names--the girl was Tina, the smaller boy was Tack, the other was Mottie, and the mysterious one's name was Bronx. Aside from the cackling one all the names were odd.
"I'm Tricia" I said, feeling like the odd one out without a unique name and killer white skin.
The smell of Bronx still filled my head. I wondered if the strong intoxicating one was drugs, but I didn't dare ask. I was put in the middle of Tina and Mottie, who swore they weren't a couple but kept flirting like it was going out of style.
Tina nudged me, I turned around and she pointed at Bronx and winked.
"He likes you too" she whispered as my face turned red.

 Chapter 2: Holly

He kissed my neck as I reached for the bottom of his shirt. The strong smell of beer was on his chest. He told me time and time again that he didn't drink or smoke, for now I let it go, assuming it was one of his friends, I wanted this too bad to say anything.
I pulled his shirt off, pulling his lips away from my neck--suddenly cold. His chest was chiseled and prominent, as any football player would be. I ran my hands along pecks, moaning at the touch. He kissed my cheek, but not the way he usually did. It was more aggressive passionate.
Finally, after three years of hearing about my girlfriends and there boyfriends I was finally going to be able to tell them all off. Sure he offered as soon as we started to go out. I'm not a bad girl, at least when it comes to that sorta stuff. I waited till his birthday, after his first year of college. It would be special, I was sure of it.
His hand reached for my shorts, and I kissed his face. Even with the shirt off he still smelled of beer. No Holly DAMMIT focus. I pulled my hair over my left shoulder and made my way down his neck. I was tempted to bite him, but I figured that would be too kinky for a first time.
GEEZ, Why can't I focus? Something was wrong, but I didn't care. I was going to do this. I was going to have sex.
He pulled me up into his arms, scooping my but so my legs would go around his waste and carried me to his bed. My back fell onto his worn out matters, as he tugged to get my shirt off.
If only the bed was more comfortable, FUCKKK, focus! He kissed my neck and made his way down my chest reaching for the back of my bra strap, before a million reasons about why I wore the bra that I did ran through me head I made my hands reach for his jeans, my hair falling in my face. I was about to brush it off my face but he beat me to it, I smiled as he kissed my forehead.
My friend had introduced us three years ago and I was head over heals since, he took some convincing but he always said I was too hot to say no to. This was really ruining the moment, all this thinking. I couldn't help it. He made me feel happy, I smiled as he kept caressing me.
When his mouth reached my neck once more, it made my whole body moan.
"I love you" I knew I probably shouldn't have said that. Most guys don't like that..especially when there trying to make love, at least I assumed.
"I love you too Romy"
My heart dropped to my stomach. What had he just said? What had he called me...Romy. Not Holly, fucking ROMY. I was mad my face turned red, and the blood in my veins pulsed faster. I took my hand, curled into a fist, and jabbed him to the right of his jaw.
Ow! Damn that hurt, but I wouldn't let it show. I pulled my shorts and bra back on, not bothering for a shirt.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"What the hell was that for?" He yelled, holding his hand to his jaw, clenching it from pain.
I took both of my arms and shoved him off onto the floor.
"Asshole, I just asked you, What the fuck did you call me?"
"Holly, I called you Holly"
Was it possible that I was hearing things? That my over thinking caused me to worry so much that I made myself think he said the wrong name. Nope..not likely.
"Who's Romy?"
"Aw Baby, I don't know what your talking about"
"Who..is..Romy" I said as if talking to a demented person. Nice and slow, nice and loud to make sure he heard.
"No one baby"
"FUCK"
He admitted it, there was a Romy and he was thinking about her while WE were in bed.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK"
"Come on Baby, don't be like that" He pulled his arms around my shoulders, looking me into the eyes. "I love you"
I could feel I was about to cry. I couldn't, I could never let him see what he had done to me.
He leaned in to kiss me. Oh no, he was definatley not getting off that easy.
"No"
"Baby" he said, almost whining
"Don't you fucking baby me! Did you sleep with her already?"
"Who?"
What? There was more than one?
"Ok..Let me rephrase that. Have you slept with anyone at all in the past three years?"
His face turned to stone. G-U-I-L-T-Y my head sang. Fuck, I hated this.
"Bye"
I grabbed my shirt and headed for the door. He grabbed my wrist spinning me back toward him. Before I could react he pressed me against the wall with his body. His gorgeous body, NO..bad. His lips pressed my neck as he tried to undue my bra again. I slapped him across the face.
"NO"
"Look hun, I didn't fucking put up with your shit for three years for nothing. You are going to sleep with me"
"Now" He added
He turned me around as my chest pushed against the wall. Fuck this..Fuck life.

 Chapter 3: Nina

"Hey Nina"
I swiftly turned my head to see a group of guys staring at me. Of course it was because I was late for practice, but I enjoyed the attention all the same.
They were all sporty, as any soccer player should be. Lean, not too muscular, appetizing to the eye. They all loved the sport more than girls. Sure I'd trade my entire soccer collection to be one of their girls, but they weren't interested..in me at least. I was a tomboy in there eyes. The only girl on the BOYS soccer team, my coach moved me up after a week on the girls team and it's been my home ever since.
"Hiya Mike"
I laughed thinking about all the frilly girls who would be too afraid to talk to guys like these. A lot of the girls in my class either had boyfriends, had sex, or were too shy around guys. In a way I guess I was too, but I had no problem talking to them. Flirting was not my area of expertise, but considering our small school population, I spent the most time with the male gender.
"You ready?" He asked tossing my a ginger ale
"Got a doctor appointment, So I'm just watching today"
My mother has decided to change our family into an all healthy clan, my guess is that she thinks she's too fat--at a size 2. So instead of running around I was left on the sidelines watching adorable buts running around after the ball.
I guess I didn't mind too much, but I would rather be in there playing than in my sweats. Before you wonder if I had been wearing these all day, I would like to clear that up. YES, I wear sweats, I don't bother with makeup, I've never been kissed, no boyfriend, nada. I am a certified dude.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
"I JUST GOT ASKED TO PROM..EEK" A very excited Jayla screamed hurting my ear.
"So much for brain stems" I joked
"Come on Nina, one of those soccer..um..people will ask you"
Crap! Prom, I had all but forgot. Lets see:
Mike was still dateless as far as I knew
Tommy was taken
Jake taken
Rob take
Tike single..oh wait no..One sec.
A large chested, big haired, blonde, souther looking poser skipped into the field. A soccer ball headed straight for her wig.
"AAAAAAA" She scream, Jeez what lungs. She must have been a singer..or a whiner.
Tike bravely kicked it out of her way before she landed in the mud. Darn, that would have been a site.
"Aw Thanks Tikey Boo"
TIKEY BOO? Wow, ok so I guess he has a date. Maybe I should ask Mike, he was the cutest, smartest, I loved him, he had a cool car, I knew his family, I loved him. You know just the usual reasons.
"Yo Dude"
My head turned at the sound of Mike's voice, I thought he was talking to Tike who now had this hand tangled in her hair, lying on the ground kissing her. Yay, he's going to prom! He wasn't talking to Tike tho. He was talking to me..I was dude.
I lifted my head to acknowledge his call. He smiled, mud staining his front right tooth.
"Nasty eh?"
He looked down to Tike, who was now covering the bimbo with mud. She didn't seem to mind, or maybe she was to busy to notice. I sighed, Mike didn't like PDA, and he was kinda shy. Maybe I should ask him???
BEEP BEEP
My mother was here, and she was obnoxiously banging on the horn of her rusted blue car to get my attention. I didn't budge.
"NINA" she howled
I shut my eyes, turning red with embarrassment
"NINAAAA" she continued
"Um, I think your moms here" he said, almost in perfect English.
He had come from a small town some where in Australia three years ago. He knew no english and was completely and adorably helpless. Now he spoke with a slight accent, but perfectly and still irresistibly.
I opened my eyes. He was laughing and pointing to my mom. She was waving to the guys and mouthing the word Nina over and over.
"Ya. Thanks"
I ran to the car, covering my face with my ragged hair as soon as I got in the seat.
"Ok..lets go"
"That Mikey boy is Kuteee" She said, pronouncing the c as a k.
"Mom, lets go" I begged
She started the car and drove off toward my little sisters school. A cute and girly, pigtailed girl hopped into the car. Ugh, my sister was the polar opposite of me. I knew, with dismay, that she would be like the barbie on the field earlier.
"Didya get asked to prom yet"
My eyes popped, how did my eight year old sister know about prom.
"Oh Nina prom!" My mothers eye's lit up
"That Mike boy should ask you"
I wish, god this was so annoying! I curled up into my sweat shirt and turned on my ipod, blocking out their planning of my dress, and hair, and shoes. Hellooo, I need a date first.

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