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Saving Him, by SmartGirl Author Kendall
David isn't there like suspected. I search and search until I find him on a bench in the parking lot. He spots me.
"Hey, look who's b-" he starts. Before he can finish his sentence, I slap him across the face.
"Whoa!" he exclaims.
"Yeah, that's right, you jack-a**! I thought someone had murdered you!" I yell.
He looks at the floor.
"I'm sorry?" he shrugs. I sit next to him on the bench. "I didn't think you cared that much," he smiles.
I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Well, I was just worried, that's all," I smile.
I can feel our eyes locking. Our faces get closer until I feel my lips against his. Electricity flows through my veins and I want to scream. He comes up and smiles.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, putting a hand on my cheek.
"Only if you promise you won't drink or use any other kind of illegal substance," I laugh.
"Deal. But I have to go. Meet me tonight in your front yard? I'm taking you somewhere special," he says.
I gulp. Tonight? Why tonight? My parents won't even let me go out to the mailbox tonight. But I say, "uh, yeah. I'll be there." I half smile.
He kisses me and I see him walk away.
I am such an idiot! --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
My heart stops completely. "David!" I yell. I run over to his side and roll him over. "What happened to you?" I ask as he groans. "Do ya still think I'm sexy, baby?" He laughs hard after saying that and then passes out with his mouth open. I suddenly smell the stench of alcohol on him. I laugh in disbelief. "He's bloody drunk!" I say. I grab him under his arms and drag his limp, heavy body into the gym bathroom. No one's in the gym in the morning, so I don't have to worry about teachers or jocks hounding us. I quickly turn the large sink on and put his head in the freezing water. "Aaaaaaah!" he screams. "That always doe it!" I laugh again. But he still wasn't sober. "What's up, baby girl?" he laughs, putting his arm around me. I quickly shove it off. "Why did you do this?" I demand. "Because I"m a failure," he says in a tipsy, joking tone. "You are not! Now get up. I need to go to class," I say. "Hold it! Now don't get your panties in a wad. We will settle this in the parking lot, homie!" he laughs again, as if his joke were so funny. I cover my head in distress. This is going to be harder than I thought. Finally I go to class, but without David. I leave him in one of the stalls in the gym bathroom. It's not like I am going to drag him with me all day and get weird glares from everyone. That's the wrong kind of attention. So now I sit, waiting for the bell to save my life and release me home. "BRRRRRing!" Finally, it does. I run out of the room and quickly walk my way to the gym to make sure David isn't dead. When I get to the bathrooms... --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
David never does call unfortunately, even though I stare at the phone practically the whole night. But that morning I wake up only having two hours of sleep. I throw on the first thing I can feel on the floor. Bummed and tired, I walk downstairs.
"Well hey, darlin'!" my outspoken mother screams.
"Hey Mom," I say bitterly.
"You look like you got no sleep at all!" she exclaims.
"Mom, I got plenty. Now I have to go," I lie.
"Okay, here's a breakfast burrito." The burrito oozes eggs and bacon and smells of lard. I take it kindly.
"Thanks Mom." I fake smile. On my way out, I feed it to our Dalmatian dog Bubba. He gladly eats the lard. Finally getting out of that house, I walk my way to school. I think to myself, 'What if David doesn't like me anymore? Or what if he found a girlfriend at the concert?' My pace quickens as I think these thoughts. Finally I get to school. No David. My heart drops and makes me want to hurl.
"Kimmy!" the loud, annoying scream of Danielle echoes. She runs up excitedly. "Oh my gosh, Kimmy!"
"What? What?" I say loudly.
"Guess who just asked me to the Kingston party?" she squeals.
"Who?" I ask blankly.
"Brodie Kingston!" she yells.
"That's wonderful!" I say.
Every year the Kingston brothers, who are seven gorgeous brothers, throw a party at their million-dollar retreat home on a huge ranch. The age ranges of these brothers are from 12 to 18.There's the youngest, Harry Kingston--he's 12. Danny Kingston is 13, Greg Kingston--who happens to be my best guy friend--is 14, Kingston Kingston--who has the same first and last name-- he's 15, Benny Kingston is 16, Brodie Kingston is 17, and last is Chris Kingston--he's the oldest at 18. At their party, it's recommended that people have dates or you can't get in. Those parties I don't care about. It's just an alcohol-invested keg party. Not much to it. But of course Danielle is uber-excited about getting wild and partying like a horse with its tail cut off. Honestly, I'm scared of parties--too many expectations, and the bad ones, too, so I am every parents' angel and just do not go. But back to Danielle.
"So who are you going with?" she asks.
"No one," I say.
"No one?! Kimmy, darling, you have to!" she pleads.
"I don't have a date, Danielle!" I snap.
"Jeeez, you don't have to a jerk!" she says.
"I'm sorry, I have to go," I say with a quick smile and I'm off. I walk behind the school in the back parking lot to see if I can find David's friend Zack. The skaters usually hang out there. As I pass the gym, something catches my eye. There's a person passed out on the grass. It's a boy with brown hair and skinny jeans. Oh my gosh. My heart drops. It's David. --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
After school I meet him again.
"Let's go get a cheeseburger at Fran's Diner," he says.
"Okay," I smile.
As we walk, he asks, "so what made you try out for cheerleading?"
"Um, well, my supposedly best friend made me try out," I reply.
"Oh," he says."Why do you let her control you like that?"
"I don't! But I guess I do," I say.
"You're afraid to show them the real you, aren't you?" he says with a playful smile.
I stare at him and say, "Uh...well, I don't know. I'm not that boy crazy cheerleader she is, so I don't know."
"Exactly. That's what I'm saying. It'll be our little secret," he says with a smile. I'm thinking he's so sweet. He must not be like this around other people.
"So, do you live with your mom? Dad?" I ask.
"My mom. She's a drunk and I have a homeless older brother." He half smiles.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I live with my mom, dad, and my younger sister and brother."
"That's cool. Yeah, I just don't know. My mom just hasn't been there for me ever but I don't want to be like her, you know?"
"Then don't, " I say. "You get to make your own stem to your flower."
"I know, but I just don't know how."
"Just believe in yourself," I say, looking into his eyes. The butterflies in my stomach rise up. I finally feel in the right place in the right time. Here is where I want to be for once rather than somewhere else. He suddenly grabs my hand. My heart leaps and my stomach feels like I'm on a rollercoaster. I tighten my grip and we just walk side by side together. We finally get to the diner and as we're eating, the blue eyed emo walks in.
"Hey," he says to me.
"Hi?" I say.
"Let's go, David," says emo kid.
"Where?" David asks.
"Concert, duh!" says emo kid.
"Zack, dude, can't you see I'm busy?" David says.
"David, come on, let's go!" says Zack.
"Fine." David gets up.
"I guess you've got to go," I say.
"Don't worry. I'll call you after the concert," he says.
"Bye!" I yell.
"Bye," he smiles... --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
Well, the next day I try to get extra pretty using my dark brown hair to my advantage. My plan is to run into him at the hall or at lunch. First block, I go outside knowing he has art right now. The school is big so I look around until I see him painting a picture of some ape looking thing. I get the nerve to walk up to him. "Hey," I say. "Hi," he says. "Um, can I take pictures of you while you paint?" "Sure." He smiles. He keeps on painting and I get lost in the circular motions of his paint brush. Up doowwn, uuup dooown, uuup. Then my Chiodos ringtone goes off sooo loud. I get embarrassed but he smiles and says, "Chiodos?" "Yea," I reply. "So, uh, you like them?" I ask nervously. "Um, well, they're a little overrated but then again all popular music is overrated," he says. "That's true. Nice ape you're drawing there," I say with a laugh. "It's a polar bear," he says. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I say, horrified. "It's okay - I suck anyways." He laughs. "So what's your name again?" he asks. "Kimberly, and yours is David, right?" "Yeah," he says. "Can I call you Kimmy?" "Sure, yea." The butterflies rise up in my stomach. Brrrrrring. "There goes the bell," he says. "Well, I better be going. Can I come take more pictures tomorrow of your apebears?" "OK, Kimmy," he says with a playful smile. His eyes are a blue-greenish color gleaming with life and everything I want. I just stare at him. "Kimmy!" he screams. "Oh, sorry, got side tracked," I say, embarrassed. I seriously have to work on not daydreaming. "Well, I'll see you later." "Bye." He smiles. I quickly walk off and smile. Ahhh! I'm so excited, but I have to go to lunch. The next day I meet David again, and we talk rather than work, but he is so irresistible. --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
Well, three weeks went by fast. Those were very boring three weeks of nothing more then school, hearing my mom complain about getting older, my dad complain about how my younger sister and brother are dyslexic, and everything else I have heard before. Today is different, though. There's just a feeling of something new in the air. I go to lunch and sit next to my crew: Greg, Danielle, Brennan, Daina, Henry, Nikki and Bridget. But I notice the skater boy again. He was staring at me and I was staring at him. I daydreamed about him riding a skateboard and his hair blowing in the wind.
"Kimmy!" says a voice.
" AHH! What?" I say.
"You haven't been listening to my conversation," Danielle says.
"Sorry, I was side tracked," I said.
"Well, something's up with you. Who do you like?" Danielle smirks.
"Um, well, I think that skater guy over there is really cute," I say innocently. Then they all burst out with laughter. I keep a straight face."
"Are you serious?" Greg says.
"Uh, duh," I reply.
"Well that guy over there is a loser. You want nothing to do with him," he says.
"Why? You don't know him." I say.
"Uh, he's a common name. David Frenton," he says coolly. David Frenton, I say to myself. Greg continues: "Well, he is a total pot freak and he's a jack-a**. At least that's what I heard."
"I heard that, too!" Nikki adds in. "He's a loser and will never get anywhere in life."
"Whatever," I say. The rest of the day was a sad blur. Every time I saw him my heart sunk lower in my chest with extreme emptiness. That night I cried myself to sleep. Then at 2:00a.m exactly I get a text message: r u ok? - danielle123 yea i just like him that's all - kimmy132 well stay away from him he's a freak loser. he doesn't deserve you - danielle123 well i could decide for myself - kimmy132 jeeeez rude much - danielle123 i got to go - kimmy132 bye - danielle123. I wasn't in the mood for remarks from her, so the next day I started to take matters in my own hands. --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
First block was boring. Horrendous. Second block was no different. 3rd: same, etc. Luchtime: we Hottie Scan as Danielle and I call out, "Kimmy!" "Come over here!" she screams. "Hello," I say. "So how was everyone's day?" "Good," everyone says. "So," Danielle says. "See any cute guys? "Uh, no," I say. "None yet." "Look at the senior table," she says. "The one at the end is so cute. He's Taylor Brown's older brother." "Cute," I reply. I look over at the different tables - popular sophmores, unpopular, skaters/emos, wannabe gangsters, sistas, cheerleaders, and the prep wannabes. So many tables. I sigh. Then I look over at the skater tables - there's a new kid. "He's kind of cute," I think to myself. His long curly emo hair and skinny jeans made him that much more attractive. I just stare at him then I notice another one with black hair and blue eyes. He's cute, too, but the other one is cuter. As I stare at him more my name is being called. "Kimberly! Kimberly!" "Whaaaaaat?" I say. "In space much?" my friend Greg says. Yea - still staring at the skater boy. He's sooo cute. Later that night I call Danielle thinking that we would talk about things. Brrrrrring! "Hello," Danielle says. "Hey, what's up?" I say. "Not much," she replies. "Well have you noticed any guys lately?" "Um..." I'm thinking 'yes,' but I say "No, I haven't. Everyone seems weird." "Oh, too bad," she says. "I think I'm starting to like Benny Havan." "That's cool," and then I realize this is just going to be another boring year of torture and hearing Danielle complain about guys and everything else. Boooooring! --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
BRRRRING! 6:00a.m. the clock reads. "The first day of high school," I say to myself. I'm so not accepting the fact that I have four more years to go until I'm free - free of this town of people on drugs and welfare. I'm ready for more.
Well, let me introduce myself, My name is Kimberly Hensworth. I'm your average girl with a pretty face who cheerleads, is boy crazy and well, you know the rest. Just kidding. I'm, well, interesting, you see. Around my friends I'm the average girl with a pretty face but inside I'm a girl with dreams and just go on my own path. I could never show that to my friends. This world is so full of labels that I would be called emo or something if I did show that side. Anyways, the first day of high school, I walk downstairs to my suburban mother who's a total Desperate Housewife wannabe. She always wants to know the latest gossip on whose kid is pregnant or who's on drugs or something. She gives me eggs with a large piece of some kind of meat. "I pity myself," I say aloud.
"Oh stop whinin' and shut up," my mother says. "People in Africa are starvin' and pleadin' for food like this," she says with her fake southern accent.
"Whatever," and I walk out the door.
Walking on this warm August morning feels like walking on a plank. Nervous as I feel, I have to be calm. That's how you survive in this overrated labeled world. BZZZ! "AHHHHHH!"I scream. It's just my cell phone. I'm not used to it being on vibrate. A new text message from Danielle. Danielle is my BFF. Well, that's what she says, but whatever. The screen reads: "Meet me at the front of scool <3333!" Now I don't feel as nervous.
Finally I get to school and see many of my friends in the front."Hi Kimberly!" My friend Brennan screams. She looked like the average girl - she is pretty but definitely not beautiful.
"Hey, what's up?" Danielle says. She's dressed in a black kimono dress with leggings with her blonde hair down. "So how's it been?" she asks.
"Oh ok, I guess." We keep on talking until the bell rings. First block . Eh. Photography. Well, here's a good way to start the day off. I go sit down on the discolored green-orange desks. I look around the room. Seniors. All seniors. Crap. The first class I get is with all seniors. Well, wish me luck. --- Back to SmartGirl Authors
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