06

I know I’m mean, but only once did I ever go as far as give someone a wedgie like that. I mean, I wasn’t always this way. Elementary through my seventh grade year I was considered the geek. I was constantly picked on. First grade I remember Keegan Rawson moving to our school. He was cuter than most of the boys in my grade. He wasn’t nerdy like I was. He was the opposite. Everyone would kill to sit by him at lunch, play with him at recess, and lay beside him at nap time. While he was being pampered, I was the one who sat by herself at lunch, recess, and even nap in a corner away from all the others. As I got a little older I would start getting bullied just because I wore glasses and always wore my hair in two braids down my shoulders. I got wedgies, rolled down a hill in a garbage can, and got paper wades thrown at my head when the teacher wasn’t looking. The main one being none other than Keegan himself.

I started to change in high school and now everyone is scared of me. Keegan stopped picking on me like he did in the lower grades, but we always stayed clear of each other, like we were enemies and we were. I was mad at him for doing all those mean things to me. This past week was pay back from all those times in the “good ole’ days”.

I let out a long sigh. Something cool wrapped around my eyes and someone whispered “Guess who ?” in my ear. I stifled a giggle and elbowed him playfully in the chest.

“Preston, if you know what’s best for you, I wouldn’t sneak up on me again like that.” I smiled at him. He was just so cute. Those dimples, I just now noticed, just made me want to smile. My heart started to flutter as he gave me the tiniest of kisses on the check. I smiled. I was kind of glad we were taking things slow, but small kisses on the lips wouldn’t hurt me at all. Not now anyways. I kept myself from blushing and excused myself.

I just wanted to get to class, before Keegan stops at his locker. I want to avoid him for the rest of the day, but now that I see him standing there in a black V-Neck that is tight in the abdomen area. The very same area I can see all his very sexy pack. He is also wearing the gray beanie hat that he wore at Summer’s Peek. I try to look straight trying to get to class, but then he calls me over to him as I pass him. I was going to just keep walking, but I didn’t. Instead my feet listened to him and I was now standing directly in front of him.

My heart started racing as his gorgeous blue eyes gazed into mine. Gosh. Those were to pretty for his own good. No wonder everyone liked him when he came.

“Make up your mind yet ?” He asked. I tried to think of what he was talking about and then realized he was talking about the ‘heads up’ he gave me on the peek. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to follow his orders or not, but who would I be if I let him get what he wants.

“I made up my mind all right.” I lean in to whisper in his ear. He’s much taller than me so I stand on my tiptoes. “Let your revenge begin, Keegan.” I made sure to blow air into his ear as I said his name. I stood back a step before smiling and walking away to my class.

I could care less if he got revenge on me. I mean what possibly can he do to me ?

I stood there wide eyed ; mouth open. The beginning of Keegan’s revenge is now started and what better way to start is a picture of me in the second grade. My eyes were squinting from the flash and my hair was in its two braids. My teeth were full of braces, and I’m pretty sure that I had a cold when I took that picture considering there was something hanging from my nose. Where he got his hands on that picture ? I had no idea. It scared me slightly. This isn’t event the worse picture I had taken as a kid.

I started to notice that there were a bunch of kids forming around me laughing and pointing at my picture. I was becoming furious. I knew he would do some pretty bad stuff to me, but this, this is over the line. When I started high school I planned on making everyone forget my dork-days.

I push my way through the crowd and stomp off to my locker. I grumpily throw stuff around and grabbing the things I need for class. When I shut the door, Preston was standing there looking at me with a smug grin on his face. I could already tell by looking at him, that he already saw the embarrassing picture of me.

“The picture isn’t so bad.” He smiled and the only thought running through my head was, “liar.” He was only trying to make me feel better.

“Oh, thank for that, like I really wanted to hear that.” I replied gloomily. I so badly wanted to run the short distance between me and the picture and tear that thing to shreds. When I told Keegan to bring on his “Revenge” I thought maybe it was filling my locker with mayonnaise, making me trip down the stairs, or even putting a whoopee cushion on my desk. Not this. This made me angrier than those things.

Preston must have sensed my hostility, because he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Usually anyone that hugged me was basically asking for a death wish, but this hug made butterflies swarm my stomach and make heat form at my cheeks. I felt the corners of my mouth tug upwards as I hugged him back. But as much as I wanted so badly to say this is right, this where I belong I couldn’t. This felt wrong, but the pleasant feeling of being wrong and still hoping it would soon feel right, put pleasing thoughts in my head.

On the other hand, if the voice inside my head knew this, I could already hear it saying this is bad, Aimee, stop it now while you can, but whoever said I followed the rules, especially if the voice was inside my head.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. I was now sitting at my house in fuzzy black pajama bottoms with colorful polka dots and a white tank top. My auburn hair was put in a messy rubber band.

I was sitting cross legged on the sofa writing a letter to my brother’s foster parents. I was supposed to go and see him within the next couple of weeks. Leah usually went with me, but seeing as we’re no longer friends I guess coming with me was out of the picture now. I would bring Preston, but my little brother would not approve. Even though he was little, he would give me a lecture on boyfriends. I could hear his little voice now.