Full Moon - Elaina H (e book reader android txt) 📗

“Hello?”

“Hey, princess.”

“Finn? How’d you get my number?” I flick the switch on my flat iron to turn it on.

I hear him mess with something at the end of his line, “The principal gave it to me, in case I needed to get a hold of you.”

“Oh, is he even allowed to do that?!” my voice was high and squeaky.

“I don’t know, princess, but the important thing is that I need your help,” he waits.

“With what?” my voice is kind of snarky.

“Uh, Spanish,” he mumbles.

I sigh, “Whatever, what don’t you understand? You’re in Spanish III, like me?”

“No,” he clears his throat.

“Then, you’re in Spanish II?”

Again, he clears his throat, “No.”

“Okay, Spanish I it is! What’s the problem?” I kick the side of my bed rhythmically.

“The problem,” he growls, “is, I don’t know Spanish!”

I jerk back, “Okay? Sorry? I need some sort of basic idea on what the worksheet says.”

“Fine,” he snaps. After a minute, he comes back, “Isn’t there a website I can look all the answers up on? That would be way easier.”

“No,” I suddenly say. “I mean, no, you’ll fail all of your quizzes. What you need is a tutor. And let me guess, Sra. didn’t offer any services?”

“Well, uh, she offered some services, but they weren’t for Spanish,” I make a gurgling sound.

“Oh, God, that is so nasty! Awwww!” Finn starts laughing at me.

“Calm down, princess. She offered me English services?” I blush, feeling very childish that my mind went there automatically.

I wait a moment, “Sorry, that was very,” I pause and take a deep breath childish, “childish.”

“I guess I was being childish too then,” he sighs into the phone and I hear him relax back on some sort of chair.

I roll my eyes, “How were you being childish?” I ask embarrassed.

“Because I wanted to see if you were goody two shoes all the time.”

We’re both silent for a second, “And your conclusion is….”

“Naw, I think you’re all right,” I close my eyes and lay down on my bed.

“Anyways, back to Spanish right?!” I change the subject back to the original reason.

He chuckles, “Yea, yea.”

Before I get a chance to start talking, on his end, I hear a door fling open and hit the wall. “Who you talking to, idiot!” says an obnoxious male voice.

“Hello? Hello?” the boy says into the phone.

“Hey?” I say back awkwardly.

The boy laughs, “It’s your girlfriend, Finnipoo!”

I laugh to myself as Finn shouts, “Give the phone back, Aaron! Come on!” I hear some shouts and Aaron distinguishable laugh.

“Hey baby, want to come over,” Aaron yells.

Once again, the door opens, “What are the two of you doing,” the voice growls.

“Cal, hey, we were just, nothing,” says Aaron.

Cal talks to Finn this time, “Who’s on the phone?”

“No one,” there’s not waver in his voice.

“Hang up!” I’m about to hang up myself, but before I can I here the beep, and his line is silent.

Oh God! My thoughts go to the worst, he’s going to kill them!

I set my cell down on my bed, and step over to my vanity. I sit down, and flat iron my long blonde hair.

Before I go to bed, I put moisturizer on my face and neck. Flicking the lights off, I climb into bed.

But, weirdly, I dream of neither boy I talked to today. Instead, I have my nightmare of Robert, and where he went so wrong.

 

I’d shown up to the party with Robert. He had his arm around my waist, and was slurring his words. He’d been drunk before he came to the party.

All of the girls crowd around us when we enter. I’d been dating Robert, the quarterback, for a month.

I was in love. Ha ha!
The dream is filled with beer, just like that night. I’d gone and gotten myself drunk.

When someone asked me to dance, I danced. When someone asked for a kiss, I gave them a kiss.

Robert was past out on the couch already. But when he woke up, he hand two more beers and decided he want to dance with me.

I laughed and flirted, slurring my words undesirably.

Robert pressed his blubbery lips to mine, and he tasted like beer and tequila.

The more we drank, the more we kissed.

By the end of the night, I wasn’t sure who I was kissing. I wasn’t sure until Robert let me know.

 

I wake up right before the damage happens. I rub the sleep from my eyes, and look at my alarm clock; 3:34.

I flop back down onto my pillow. I’ve had that dream over and over again, it won’t go out of my head!

Pulling at my hair, I cry. Not racking sobs like I did that night, but little tears that flow out no matter how hard I try to keep them in.

But like I’ve done so many nights before this; I fall asleep to the lullaby of my tears.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Five

“Anna, Gwen, Alice! Get up! Come one! Breakfast is on the table!” Mom calls as she goes back down the steps.

I finish by smearing on some lip gloss, and putting hair spray in my hair.

Picking up the perfume bottle I got from my grandma, I spray it and walk through. It smells like vanilla.

I head down the staircase, and eat my bacon and eggs for breakfast. Anna and Alice come down ten minutes later.

Mom shoves the plate at Anna, “I’m not hungry.”

Then Mom looks to Alice, “I’m not hungry,” she copies.

“Suit yourselves!” Mom’s mad, she probably won’t even make breakfast tomorrow.

“So, Alice,” I start, “how was the party last night?” Mom will never hear a word until you say boys, party, beer, or sex.

“What? Alice, baby, you went to a party, last night?”

Alice’s expression is mortified, she glares at me, “I went out with some friends, I don’t know if I’d call it a party though.”

Mom is glowering at Alice, “Was there beer?”

“Mom?!” Alice scoffs, but looks away.

The thought of beer makes me want to throw breakfast up, especially after the dream last night.

“Alice Henrietta Greene! You get up to your room! We need to talk before you go to school, I’ll drive you!” Alice moans, and stomps up the staircase.

“I’m not a baby!” she cries.

Anna laughs, “Thank God, Mom! You got rid of my stalker for this morning!” Anna walks out to the car, and I follow closely behind.

“Anna?!”
“What do you want, creeper? I have to go!” I smile sweetly.

“Can I have a ride? It’s a million degrees out, it’s hotter than yesterday!”

“You just sold your own sister out,” she says, “plus, you made a fool of me last night. So you’ll be walking!” She gets in the car, locks the doors, and drives off.

“I hate you!” I scream after her car.

Starting the long trek without a water bottle was stupid. The tight jean shorts are suffocating my thighs, and the tank top is like a corset.

‘Why didn’t I buy more comfortable clothes over the summer?!’ I remind myself, ‘Oh yea, that was before’.

Five minutes into my walk two Harleys drive by they both stop about a hundred yards down.

I walk my usual pace, and they both wait. “Hey, do you want a ride today,” the voice asks.

I look down at my sweat soaked body, “I

don’t think you want a ride with this,” he looks me up and down.

“I’ve seen worse.”

I roll my eyes, and step forward, “Okay.”

Finn takes off his helmet, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. “Put this on, okay?”

I nod, sliding the helmet on, he helps me onto the bike. “Where do I put my hands?” I look around for handles.

Finn looks away awkwardly, Aaron pipes up from the other bike, “Chick, you put your hands on his waist. Why do you think he asked you if you wanted to ride?” I glare at him, ready to tell him my name, but Finn beats me too it, “Her name is Gwen, but you can call her princess.”

Aaron laughs, “You ready princess?”

I glower at him, but he just shrugs his shoulders. The boys take off, and my hands, which were in my lap, fly around Finn’s waist and squeeze.

“Hold on!” he yells.

What would have taken me twenty minutes, now took us five as we pulled into the school parking lot. People stared at the two guys on the Harley, and did a double take at the girl with the huge helmet on her head.

Finn and Aaron park right next to each other, “You’re a sophomore, Aaron?” I ask once the helmets off.

“No, I’m a junior,” my facial expression must read confused because Finn explains.

“My parents started me in kindergarten a year late, along with buttwipe over here,” he points to Aaron over his shoulder as he straps the helmet to the bike.

“Class should be fun, today!” Aaron rubs his palms together in anticipation.

“Hey about the Spanish,” I start. They both go silent at the awkwardness of last night. “It’s not biggie! I’ll just tutor you for half an hour after school, okay? Today I have cheer practice, so you can wait here or you can come to my house or I can go to yours.” On the inside, I was hoping he said no to the last one.

He glances at Aaron who’s raising his eyebrows, “I guess I’ll wait for you and we can study at your house. If that’s all right?!” Aaron’s laughing to himself.

“Yea, that’s fine! Just, one rule,” he nods.

“Anything.”

“You can’t tell my mom or dad that you’re seventeen, and therefore, actually, a senior. You must be my age. Got it?” I wait for a reply.

“Sounds doable, princess,” he says with a smirk.

We walk into school together, and we are definitely stared at. “Do people always look at you like this?” Aaron asked.

I almost said no, “Actually, it a new thing this year.”

“It’s kind of weird,” he shrugs it off and keeps walking.

“You should probably go to the office and get your schedule. The lady in there will assign you a buddy,” he looks confused.

“What’s a buddy?”

Finn points to me, “Your babysitter idiot!”

I look to Finn, “Shut up, dipstick! It’s not like I wanted to babysit.”

“Dipstick? Really? There are so many other nicknames that you don’t even know you can use!”

Finn growls, “Aaron, shut up.”

“I know, I know! Keep it on the down low,” he smiles. “That rhymes!”

“You’re a genius, Einstein,” I mutter.

“Is that my nickname?” Aaron actually looks excited.

“Uh, sure, it’s kind of offensive.”

“And dipstick isn’t?” Aaron watches me.

“True, now no more talking go to the office and get your stuff!”

Aaron looks off into the distance, “Stuff. Such a vague word.”

“Get out of here, Einstein!” He smiles and head off to the office. This time I turn to Finn, “First bell’s going to ring in two minutes. I’m sure you can get to all your classes today?”

“Uh huh,” I says not making eye contact.

“Oh,” I turn back around before I walk away, “just so you know I could have embarrassed you last night.”

Finn looks at me now, “Huh? Last night?” his expression is instantly worried. “Where did you see me last night,” the seriousness in his tone takes all the fun out of the situation.

“On the road, dipstick, riding with you siblings. I almost rolled down my window and shouted something embarrassing,” his lips twitch.

“Like what, princess?” again, I’ve dug myself in a hole.

“I don’t know, maybe, ‘run like the wind Bulls-eye!’ or a countdown maybe. What ever came out of my mouth. You know,” I look away my cheeks flushing, again, embarrassing myself.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he says.

“What?”

“I’m glad you didn’t shout anything, I would have never lived down from the embarrassment. But that would have been after Aaron got over the idea that you were talking to him.” I laugh out loud and snort once.

“Oh crap!” I cover my mouth and his lips pull back into a smile.

The bell rings. “See you in second out, princess.”

“See you later, dipstick!” I say. He walks the opposite way of our lockers toward the office, to find his brother.

I grab my books and head to first