"Okay, um, so do you play goalie full time, or is it just a hobby?"
"Full time goalie. I'm also a tight end and kicker on the football team, and I play basketball too."
"That's cool. So what do you like to do for fun, besides sports?"
He stares into my eyes, says, "I think I'd like to do nothing but stare into your eyes."
Seriously?
This guy is full of freaking lines. I hate him. (I love him.) I roll my eyes at him. "Okay, so lunch was great, thanks." I start to get up.
"Wait. I just mean they are such a cool color. They are so blue, but then when the light is just right they look almost purple. Are they real?"
"Last time I checked."
This guys a dick, gorgeous or not.
"I just meant, gosh." He runs his hand through his hair and looks frustrated. "They're such a cool color, I thought maybe they were colored contacts."
"Nope, all just me." I shove the rest of the turkey and swiss sandwich down my throat and say, "Hey thanks, but I gotta go change into dance clothes."
"Okay. Well, hey, good luck."
I walk into the field house, rush into the girls locker room, and quick brush my hair back into something resembling a ponytail and pull my bangs out of my face with a barrette. I wash my soccer sweat off with a wet towel, and throw on some powder and a bit of mascara. It's gonna have to do.
Or I'm gonna be late.
I rush out and run smack into Aiden.
He says, "Sorry," looks at the ground, and then back up at me. He's holding a small green leaf in his hand. "Here, I found this. I thought you should have it. Open your hand."
I do, and he lays a perfect four leaf clover in it.
"Good luck," he says, and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. (Swoonnnnnn!) It's really quite adorable, and I can't decide now if he's a jerk or not.
I'm leaning toward not, as I bounce happily over to the gym for dance tryouts.
Tryouts aren't really that hard. They had the group of us memorize one simple dance routine and then made us perform it in a group. We spent about two hours learning it and about 15 minutes on the tryout.
I have no idea how I did. I knew the routine. And I know big smiles are important for dance performers, and all I know is that I couldn't fake the smile on my face no matter how good of an actor I might ever be.
The kiss on the cheek and four leaf clover from Aiden has me grinning from ear to ear.
Still.
And I'm thinking I'm really looking forward to the all school mixer tonight. (Me too!) A Cheap Imitation of the Real Thing 5:15pm I go back to my dorm, take a quick shower, do my hair up, and am thinking about getting dressed when my roommate, Morgan, comes in and sits on her bed. She has only unpacked her bedding. And I'm kinda surprised by this because she does seem like one of those annoying overachiever types. (Was Morgan her name in the final version? I can't even remember.) I mean I'm fine with being an achiever, she just seems like she tries too hard. But I figure I'll make the best of it and be nice to her.
"So, have you figured out what you are going to wear to dinner and the mixer?" I ask her.
She stares at my gorgeous ocean poster and says, "I hate the water."
"You hate the water? Did you like almost drown or get bitten by a shark? Everyone loves the water."
"No, I just prefer the electricity of a big city."
And the anonymity, I would think, as well. But I don't say that. "Well, yeah, but some cities, like Miami have both."
She sighs at me. She doesn't like to be wrong. "I also don't think I can live with Malibu Barbie."
And I was like, "How did you know I'm from Malibu? I don't remember telling you that."
And I realize that is the second time in two days I have had a quote from Legally Blonde thrown at me.
"It was kinda a slam. Gee, you're dumb. So I'm moving in with a girl I'm going to be in band with. She isn't happy with her roommate either. So her roommate is going to move in with you."
"Uh, no. They said we can't switch roommates. You can't just ditch me!"
I'm getting ditched by a four eyed band geek?! Oh my second day? How totally uncool am I?
"I talked to the student advisor about it, and she said we can switch if all four of us agree. And since when are you a rule follower anyway? You came in a half hour after curfew!"
"I was in the dorm before curfew, but there were a few girls still up, so we were talking a little. Getting to know one another. You should try it."
She ignores my snarky comment. "So I'll introduce you to your new roommate tonight. She tried out for the dance team too, so you'll probably get along just fine."
And I'm thinking well, maybe she will be better. And all of a sudden, I'm excited to meet her.
Morgan, I'm kinda impressed that she had the balls and the resourcefulness to get all this figured out. I'm thinking maybe I should try to be friends with her, but then I realize she's already biased against me. Against the beach, against my tan, against my late nights, and I don't really think I want to take the time to convince her I am anything more than that. Besides, I have to finish getting dressed, do my makeup perfectly, and go stalk the God of all Hotties.
And Dallas. And maybe even that hot guy Peyton is always hanging out with. He is freaking gorgeous. (She's already crushing a little on Dawson here.) I need to find out if that's her boyfriend because I haven't seen them like kiss or hold hands or anything, maybe they are just bffs. I hope.
While I'm getting ready, I get a text from Riley, well he put his number in my phone and the name he put was Sex God. I haven't had time to change it.
Sex God:
Sex God: You're supposed to make out with me, not Dallas Me: whoops :) (Only Keatyn could get away with this line.) Sex God: I'm outside your dorm, walk you to dinner?
Me: I'm not quite ready.
Sex God: Then I'm coming up.
Me: Cool. 16A There's a knock at my door, and I open it.
Riley is standing there. He looks really good. He's wearing a deep blue dress shirt with black pants and shiny Italian loafers. I'm talking very expensive, Tommy has three pairs and bitched about the price the whole time he was buying them, loafers. His dark hair is slicked back instead of down and shaggy, and he reminds me a bit of Nate, from Gossip Girl. He also looks much older this way, and damn, if I don't like it.
My makeup is done, but I'm still wearing just my really short, little silk pink robe with just my bra and panties underneath.
He grabs my waist with his huge hands and says, "Damn. You look sexy. This what you're wearing tonight?"
I'm close to him. He smells amazing.
"I don't think this is probably appropriate."
"Maybe we should skip dinner, I wanna take this off you." He starts to reach for the robe's tie.
"You're very subtle, huh?"
His dark eyes glisten. "I find the direct approach to be most effective."
"It probably is, but it's not very romantic."
"I'm not really looking for romance."
"And I'm not really looking for sex."
He lets go of me, and I take a few steps over to in front of my mirror. I finish running some straightening balm across my hair and then pull my bangs back into a pouf. I add some big hoops, and I like the way I look. I have kinda a seventies vibe, which will be perfect with my dress for tonight.
Riley sits on Morgan's bed and stares at the ocean on my wall. "That's gorgeous. I love the ocean."
"Yeah, me too. Do you surf?"
"Some. We have a house in the Hamptons, so I spend most of my summers there."
"I love the beach. In case you can't tell. That's actually me out there surfing."
"Really?" he gets up and walks closer to my wall. "And the guy," he says, pointing at Brooklyn, "that your amazing boyfriend?"
"That's Brooklyn, yeah."
"So if he's so amazing why were you making out with Dallas last night?"
"Well, we have an understanding, I guess. Maybe, I don't know. Basically, he told me I should experience all my new school has to offer and that includes boys."
"So he broke up with you? You don't have a boyfriend? You lied?"
"Um, no, I just, he still is my boyfriend, we're just taking a break. I don't know what we're doing, really. It's sorta confusing. I miss him, but I know he's right."
"Good. Glad we got that cleared up."
He walks up behind me. I'm still standing looking in the mirror. Trying to decide if I should add more eyeliner.
He leans his head down and starts kissing my shoulder. Then he kisses up the side of my neck. (Um, yeah. In this version, she and Riley kiss. And she even thinks about having sex with him. Right now. Hot, yes. But no, Keatyn. Just say no.) And I'm not sure why, but I don't stop him.
Then he pulls his lips off my neck, glances at me in the mirror, looks down at my shoulder, grins, and slides the robe off my shoulder.
And I know I should stop him. I really should.
He turns me around to face him. And then he leans in and kisses me.
He has the softest lips. Ever. Seriously. Which is really a shock because he is big and kind of rugged looking. And he also kisses very well.
Very, very well.
Different than Dallas, more um, impatient. I think Dallas would have been happy just kissing me for days, but Riley, I'm pretty sure, has other things on his mind.
I'm pretty sure Brooklyn kissed me like this just the other night, like right before we finally did. These are he wants me now kind of kisses.
He grabs my waist and literally picks me up off the floor, takes a few steps, and lays me on the bed while still kissing me.
How is a freshman in high school so freaking strong?
And somehow in that move, he also managed to untie my robe. (Go, Riley! I have such mixed emotions about this scene I went back and forth on. To do Riley, or not to do Riley? That is the question. Personally, I wanted to, but it wasn't right for Keatyn. Sorry.) But then his hand starts rubbing down the top of my thigh, and I realize I can't do this.
Not with him anyways.
At least not now.
I barely know him!
"Uh, I don't think this is a good idea."
He murmurs through my hair, "Oh, I think it's a very good idea."
"I can't, okay. I barely know you. And we need to get to dinner."
He gives me another deep kiss.
"Go to the dance with me. Be my date tomorrow night."
"I was under the impression the dance was supposed to be a way to like meet people, dance with different people, get to know them. There's a lot of girls here you've never met. Surely, you want to meet them and dance with them?"
"I could care less. I only want to dance with you. And then sneak you back to my dorm room."
"I think you're moving wayyyy too fast."
"Fine. You'll dance with me though?"
"Yeah. Let me up."
He still has me pinned underneath him. And I, uh, can feel that he likes it.
"I don't know if I should believe you." He gives me a grin. "What if someone else asks you to the dance?"
"Someone else already did, and I said no. And he's like the God of all Hotties."
Shit. I shouldn't have said that.
"The God of all Hotties? Who is that?"