Main Characters
.Aiden Locke.
.Delaney Adams.
Chapter One
-Aiden-
Delaney Vieira. God that girl was one crazy chick.
Always biting my head off about how I flirt with all these chicks behind Vicki’s back. I mean seriously, like my girlfriend really cares who I have a little fun with. All I am is her property; her trophy boy toy starting varsity Forward. We fulfill each others needs. That’s all she’s good for. She’s worse with other guys than I am with other girls. I don’t get jealous because I don’t really give a shit about her, but for some reason Laney still seems to think that as her boyfriend, I should be more committed and faithful and respectful blah blah because even though Vicki’s a cold hearted bitch (it’s a commonly acknowledged fact by the entire school population) she still has feelings, etc. etc.
***
“Aiden, come on! Seriously! I actually thought from being best friends with me – a girl, for what? 5 years! That you would know by now how to treat a woman. But no, instead you hook up with some random drunk chick at a party and complete forget about your girlfriend Victoria!”
Whack.
And with one slap upside the head and an annoyed sigh (or more like huff), she stormed out of my room.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my head. She was a hard hitter with her boney little hands.
I laughed.
***
Anyways, now here I am, lying on my bed in silence. Thinking.
About nothing and everything and women and how I ended up with such a difficult best friend. The guys understand, but still, I’m not as close to any of them as I am to Laney. She doesn’t seem to be able to grasp the fact that hormonal 17 year old boys have…needs – if you know what I’m saying. The female population is so very…vast. Why limit yourself to one when you can have fun with them all. Being the most popular guy at Knox and star of the Varsity soccer team, had its benefits. I could have whoever I wanted. Well…almost.
-Delaney-
Aiden Locke.
Pig.
He has absolutely no respect for the female gender! It’s not that I’m some raging hardcore feminist, it’s just every time he hooks up with some other girl when he’s taken, it always makes me think of what it would feel like if I were the girl he was cheating on.
Cheating boyfriends…ha, well let’s just say it’s a sensitive topic for me. Yeah, long story short, sophomore year I caught my first boyfriend (I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16 – Mother Dearest’s rule), Jared Harrington, fucking my now ex-best friend and Aiden’s girlfriend at the time, Monica Langley, in a janitor’s closest during a guys varsity basketball game all four of us were at together. I later found out that they had been fooling around for a few weeks because they thought something was going on between Aiden and I, which was the most ridiculous thing ever, but we were so close, and people liked to assume things – the worst things.
Aiden and Monica were only together for like a month, but Jared and I had been dating for half a year, so it was worse for me. I lost my closest girl friend and my boyfriend at the same time, on the same day, in the same 3 minutes of shuffling to zip up pants and fix hair and re-do fucking lipstick. God, I still hate that bitch. She didn’t even have the balls to look ashamed for being such a slutbag. Jared at least tried to beg for my forgiveness for a few weeks, wanting me to take him back because he made a huge mistake and wanted me back, even after Aiden beat him to a pulp for hurting me and for giving his girlfriend a quickie in the closet. Of course, I doubt he cared as much as he should have about her. He was just protecting me.
I got through it though because I had him. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend since him though. And that was like a year and a half ago. I honestly think I just lost my trust in guys. All they seem to know how to think with is their dick. I mean, I’ve had offers. A lot. “You’re Delaney Viera…oh my…wow…will you be my girlfriend?”-s from random freshman/sophomore boys in the hallways. Various, oh so casual, “Hey Delaney, wanna grab some pizza at The Shack or something with me this weekend?”-s from slightly sweating Junior/Senior boys my age. The Pizza Shack was the best pizza place in East Miami.
I laughed. Good memories.
However, I politely turned each and every tanned toned jock and little underclassman down because even though I’m a nice girl and if the past had gone differently I would give some of these guys a change, I kind of enjoy living up to my reputation for being the unattainable exotic-looking girl every guy wants, but none can have. I’m not a cheerleader. I don’t spend all my free time at the mall because I prefer renting or going out to the movies with Aiden, or playing basketball/soccer with him. I seriously am a guy at heart, from hanging with him 24/7 for all these years how could I not be? But I know where to draw the line, and I can’t help the fact that I don’t want my best friend to be like the boy who cheated on me. But I don’t think I can ever change him. Once a player, always a player…and I still can’t help but love the stupid douche bag. It’s our whole unconditional bfff thing.
Oh, look. I have arrived.
Getting to my parking space on the side of the fountain, I killed the engine, took out the keys, opened, and shut the door of my ’67 Chevy Impala.
I looked up at the ridiculously huge mansion.
Home sweet home.
-Aiden-
Delaney Vieira. God that girl was one crazy chick.
Always biting my head off about how I flirt with all these chicks behind Vicki’s back. I mean seriously, like my girlfriend really cares who I have a little fun with. All I am is her property; her trophy boy toy starting varsity Forward. We fulfill each others needs. That’s all she’s good for. She’s worse with other guys than I am with other girls. I don’t get jealous because I don’t really give a shit about her, but for some reason Laney still seems to think that as her boyfriend, I should be more committed and faithful and respectful blah blah because even though Vicki’s a cold hearted bitch (it’s a commonly acknowledged fact by the entire school population) she still has feelings, etc. etc.
***
“Aiden, come on! Seriously! I actually thought from being best friends with me – a girl, for what? 5 years! That you would know by now how to treat a woman. But no, instead you hook up with some random drunk chick at a party and complete forget about your girlfriend Victoria!”
Whack.
And with one slap upside the head and an annoyed sigh (or more like huff), she stormed out of my room.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my head. She was a hard hitter with her boney little hands.
I laughed.
***
Anyways, now here I am, lying on my bed in silence. Thinking.
About nothing and everything and women and how I ended up with such a difficult best friend. The guys understand, but still, I’m not as close to any of them as I am to Laney. She doesn’t seem to be able to grasp the fact that hormonal 17 year old boys have…needs – if you know what I’m saying. The female population is so very…vast. Why limit yourself to one when you can have fun with them all. Being the most popular guy at Knox and star of the Varsity soccer team, had its benefits. I could have whoever I wanted. Well…almost.
-Delaney-
Aiden Locke.
Pig.
He has absolutely no respect for the female gender! It’s not that I’m some raging hardcore feminist, it’s just every time he hooks up with some other girl when he’s taken, it always makes me think of what it would feel like if I were the girl he was cheating on.
Cheating boyfriends…ha, well let’s just say it’s a sensitive topic for me. Yeah, long story short, sophomore year I caught my first boyfriend (I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16 – Mother Dearest’s rule), Jared Harrington, fucking my now ex-best friend and Aiden’s girlfriend at the time, Monica Langley, in a janitor’s closest during a guys varsity basketball game all four of us were at together. I later found out that they had been fooling around for a few weeks because they thought something was going on between Aiden and I, which was the most ridiculous thing ever, but we were so close, and people liked to assume things – the worst things.
Aiden and Monica were only together for like a month, but Jared and I had been dating for half a year, so it was worse for me. I lost my closest girl friend and my boyfriend at the same time, on the same day, in the same 3 minutes of shuffling to zip up pants and fix hair and re-do fucking lipstick. God, I still hate that bitch. She didn’t even have the balls to look ashamed for being such a slutbag. Jared at least tried to beg for my forgiveness for a few weeks, wanting me to take him back because he made a huge mistake and wanted me back, even after Aiden beat him to a pulp for hurting me and for giving his girlfriend a quickie in the closet. Of course, I doubt he cared as much as he should have about her. He was just protecting me.
I got through it though because I had him. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend since him though. And that was like a year and a half ago. I honestly think I just lost my trust in guys. All they seem to know how to think with is their dick. I mean, I’ve had offers. A lot. “You’re Delaney Viera…oh my…wow…will you be my girlfriend?”-s from random freshman/sophomore boys in the hallways. Various, oh so casual, “Hey Delaney, wanna grab some pizza at The Shack or something with me this weekend?”-s from slightly sweating Junior/Senior boys my age. The Pizza Shack was the best pizza place in East Miami.
I laughed. Good memories.
However, I politely turned each and every tanned toned jock and little underclassman down because even though I’m a nice girl and if the past had gone differently I would give some of these guys a change, I kind of enjoy living up to my reputation for being the unattainable exotic-looking girl every guy wants, but none can have. I’m not a cheerleader. I don’t spend all my free time at the mall because I prefer renting or going out to the movies with Aiden, or playing basketball/soccer with him. I seriously am a guy at heart, from hanging with him 24/7 for all these years how could I not be? But I know where to draw the line, and I can’t help the fact that I don’t want my best friend to be like the boy who cheated on me. But I don’t think I can ever change him. Once a player, always a player…and I still can’t help but love the stupid douche bag. It’s our whole unconditional bfff thing.
Oh, look. I have arrived.
Getting to my parking space on the side of the fountain, I killed the engine, took out the keys, opened, and shut the door of my ’67 Chevy Impala.
I looked up at the ridiculously huge mansion.
Home sweet home.
