Chapter Five

Dollien Maggien
Yea, I admit, I do create problems a lot. I love making famous people infamous by spreading fake rumours about them and making infamous people famous by spreading real rumours about them. Even though I’m the most pretty of them all, and boys can never repel me, I find myself having trouble in attracting my own boyfriend, Clayton. When I try to force him into bed, and yes force, he rejected me and told me that being a virgin in this age is good. Ugh… He grumbled to me about virginity. It was like, listening to my daddy talking about sex. Pretty Dolly wanna have sex. Hot Clayton wanna stay virgin. I don’t blame me for cheating over him. Shhh!!!!! Don’t tell Clay.

Chapter 5

I stared at myself in the mirror, well actually, talking to myself in the mirror about Clayton. “In about half an hour, Clay is going to fetch me and we… are going to go on a date.” I told myself. I sighed. “Don’t fall for him, Al. Clay is not the kind of guy that……. Well…. He is sweet. But….”
“Al!!!!!!!!!!!!!” my sister, Kelly yelled. I could hear her foot steps running towards my room. Then, I turned myself away from the mirror and looked at her as she spoke. “Why is Clayton Cabot standing in front of our house looking for you?” asked Kelly. Shit!!!!!! I forgot about Kelly! Damn you, Al! I scolded myself. Kelly is my sister. But she never act like she is. She is one of the cheerleaders and I think that Dolly chose her just to piss me off. All she thinks about are being famous, scoring hot guys, mini-skirts, being skinny and I hope that blow job is not in her list. Since Kelly joined cheerleaders, my life had been miserable. Rumours about me were mostly made up by my own sister. And by having Clayton standing in front of the house would create more troubles. I just ignored Kelly and convinced myself that the possibility for Dolly to know about this date is not gonna be that high. But I was wrong. Little did I know that the one who’s gonna be telling Dolly about it was not my own sister. Somebody else who was closer to me.

“Oh my God! The haunted house was amazing!” I jumped excitedly. I was wearing a shirt, not the kind of shirt that girls would wear to a date. Especially with Clayton Cabot. I wore a sloppy jean with no brand, I’m not like the other girls. They would wear a skirt to their first date. Yes, this is my first date. Clayton was looking good. He smelled great! He smelled like he has just coming out from the bathroom.
“I know. Unfortunately for me, I got bruises on me. Everywhere.” said Clay with a soft voice. He sounded cute when he talked that way.
“The weird looking man with bloods all over him suddenly pulled my hand, of course I would overreact. Hey! He deserves to be punch. I mean, he’s a ghost. I’m a girl. Leave me alone!” I joked.
Clay laughed and said, “But it was me who you punched.”
“Hey! My bad, okay? You don’t expect me to hug you and scream like a little girl.” I growled.
“Hey! You did scream like a little girl. And you were like “oh no! A!!!! no!!!!! Get off me!!!” and then you punched me straight in my face, little girl.” Clay imitated me.
I stopped from walking and faced myself to him. “Sorry man. But it was AWESOME. Great exercise, man!”
We stopped at the ice cream stall when Clay caught me staring at it. He was being so sweet when he offered to buy it for me. I mean, it’s like a tradition for guys to offer themselves to pay for something. But I didn’t want him to pay for me. I didn’t wanna feel like I was using his money or something. Clay chose vanilla and I chose chocolate. He’s such an opposite me.
“You know what I never try, Clay?” I went on, “Ice Candy.”
“Ice Candy?” he asked.
“Yeah. We should do that, you know. It’s like, it’s gonna be our little recipe or something. You buy ice cream. And then you buy candy. And the next thing you know you got yourself an Ice candy by mixing the ingredients up.”
Clay laughed. I thought he was making fun of me. But he ran and bought the candy for me. He stumbled a little while running. He didn’t know I was looking and I just acted cool so he won’t look less manly in front of me.
The ice candy tasted great when we tried it. We were laughing so hard and we had a great time together that night. Until Ben showed up.
“Oh God! It’s Ben!” I turned to Clay and asked him to help me out. Ben saw me and ran towards us. He was looking jealous but I don’t blame him. Ben and I had been friends since like forever. Seeing another guy friend with me would definitely make him jealous. It was like, Al is with another guy friend. What about Ben? Yeah….. something like. It’s not like he likes me or anything, I told myself.
“Thought that you’re busy with some school project.” Ben said. I was speechless. I had nothing to say. Because what I did was wrong.
“Um, I’m Clayton Cabot and we’re not on a date,” Clay suddenly said and shook Ben’s hand.
“What?” Ben looked at Clay.
“What?!” I did a what-the-hell-are-you-doing laugh.
“What I’m saying is Al was alone when she came here. And I came to her and we hanged out. We were not on a date or anything.” Clay tried to explain. In my mind, I was calming myself down from trying to kill Clay at the moment. Shut the effin off, I motioned my mouth to Clay. Then he shut himself off. Ben just smiled, waved an odd goodbye and went off. I felt guilty for what I did. It was just that, I was afraid that I would fall in love with Ben. I just don’t see myself falling for him. He’s like a brother to me.
“What was that all about?” Clay asked.
“Little Ben asked Ally out and she said no.” I told him and that definitely explained it all.
“Thank God I helped you out. If I didn’t tell him about you were not on a date with me, he would definitely think that you would rather go on a date with me than him.” said Clay. I startled. Clay was right. I agreed to go on a date with him and not Ben.
“Trust me. When you told him that, it only got worse.” I said.

The next day, I didn’t see Stace at all. It was like, she didn’t come to school. But they said that they saw her, crying over everyone’s shoulders. And when I asked them why, they just looked at me like I was the reason why. Then, I realized. Since I reached to the school on that morning, the students had been staring at me. Staring at me like I did something wrong to somebody. Rumours. Another rumour? What is it now?!
“Stay away from me,” said Stace to me in a rough voice. I moved a couple of steps towards Stace to try to calm her down. “I need some explanation, Stace. You’re gonna have to tell me, okay?”
“You went to a date with Clay!!! That’s what it’s all about!!” Stace yelled at me.
“No, Stace. No! We were just hanging out. Not a date.” I came to her and tried to hold her but she kept on shoving me away from her. And it hurts like crazy.
“But you promised me, Al! You promised me that you won’t steal him away from me,” she stood up and said, “FYI, honey. I’m a cheerleader now. Between you and me, it’s defi-freakin-nately over.OVER! Face it, Al. Dolly’s hot and you’re not. Clay is just…. Way out of your league.”
Ahh… it hurts. It hurts like crazy when they shoot bullets words directly to your heart. Hurts more than the real bullets actually. Stace told Dolly about it and it was probably the reason why she was chosen. Cheerleaders? Yeah, they’re the most aggressive living thing in this world. Among the Homo sapiens. I didn’t wanna care about Stace. She is obviously not the right person to be my friend. In my opinion, she left me probably because of being a cheerleader, and not Clay. In my opinion.

“You heard about the prom, right?” asked Ben. I nodded my head and asked him who would he votes for as the prom king. He chose Burton Filler. I was not surprised. Burton was actually a great guy once you get to know him. He is not as annoying as Max is. And he treated me like his friend. He’s no snob, that’s what I like about him. “But I’m gonna have to choose…. Shawn Watts. He deserves the title because he got an A for Maths. I think that’s sexy,” I laughed to myself when I said it. Ben smiled. Ben suddenly asked me to be his date and the plastic glass I was holding actually fell from my hand when I heard it.
I chose my words carefully. “Uh… are you sure it’s me… that you wanna… um… well… as your date.”
“Definitely! You and I are gonna look great that night, what do you say?” asked Ben without hesitation.
I agreed and I actually felt good about it. Again, he pinched my nose and walked away. I was blushing, I did. But I blushed for a reason. A friend reason. Not more than that.
“Hey, Al! Would you go to the prom with me?” Clay asked. I looked at him, with a wide pair of eyes and asked, “Are you serious?” I laughed. Surprisingly, he was not kidding. Clay had been telling me about his plan to not bringing Dolly to the prom. He asked my opinion too and I told him to bring someone else. Never thought he was going to ask me. Didn’t see that one coming.
“Sorry, Clay. I don’t date seniors.” I told him.
“You’re sixteen. And I’m a year older than you are. Just a matter of one year, Al.” Clay tried to convince me to be his date to the prom. I shrugged and told him about Ben. Clay smiled and asked, “Do you….. like him?” I looked up at him, he was standing right in front of me. Clay is tall. He is a head taller than I am. “I.... I don't know, Clay... I'm just... Well! As a matter of fact... I do! I like Ben. But I don’t think I’m gonna be going to this prom. I can’t dance. I don’t wear dresses. I’m not going.” I said.
“Listen, that you don’t have to worry. I’ll help you out. But I’m gonna be around you the whole time this weekend. What do you say, Al? What do you say about me turning you into somebody that anyone in this world would die for just to have a date to the prom with you?” asked Clay.
“Seriously, Clay? Die for? Are you kidding me?” I laughed. But I agreed. And Clay and I made a pact. But I didn’t know that the pact was going to lead us into something much more.