Other Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Take You Away ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

I'm a C-cup, which I am quite proud of. As I stand in front of my full-length mirror in my bedroom in just my underwear, I examine my seventeen year old, almost fully developed figure. My skin is as white as snow but is thankfully unmarred by pimples or scars, my hair is thick and shiny and it falls across my shoulders softly, I have long black eyelashes and full cherry lips---when I'm not wearing black lipstick. I'm average in height and I have long slender legs that lead upwards to my curvy hips and flat stomach. I used to be overly self-conscious about my figure and would hide it underneath black baggy clothing but I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't matter if I try to hide it or not. Either way, no one notices.

 

Of course I get looks and quite often, stares, but only because of my clothing. I'm like a gummy spider. I look shocking and to some people, gross, but when you get past the outside, I'm delicious. Unfortunately, the only people to notice my figure are my mom and Becky and when it came down to it, I was really not trying to impress them.

 

In fact, not until today, when I woke up this morning and remembered the events at last night's soccer game, did I really want to impress anybody. I wasn't sure if it was because of Jennifer Warren's words about me not being worthy of Trevor that made me want to wear a low cut top to show off my full chest or if was just Trevor himself that I wanted to impress. Maybe it was both. I wasn't about to wear khakis and a polo or anything, but as I slipped on my black thigh highs, black miniskirt, and low-cut, long-sleeved, top with lacy fringe, I felt…sexy.

 

Sexiness was almost like a super power. If used correctly it could bring men to their knees or destroy the confidence of other woman. It was definitely a power that I was not used to having but was eager to use, but on whom?

 

The first person to pop into my head was Trevor and I eyed the slight cleavage protruding from my shirt unsurely. I had to ask myself for the millionth time…why was I trying to impress Trevor all of a sudden? He was a jerk and the only thing appealing about him was his body that was for sure. Was I just being a lustful teenage girl? After seventeen years of never having a boyfriend, never being kissed or touched by the opposite sex, never finding anyone attractive that wasn't a rock star or movie actor…was I becoming desperate? I felt like it. I eyed my black hoodie lying on my bed.

 

I could try to ignore my feelings, repress them until they disappeared but I wasn't sure I wanted to. I wasn't even sure what my feelings were. If I was just lusting after Trevor then I would just have to get over that because there was no way I was going to sleep with him, I wasn't a varsity cheerleader. But if there was something deeper that I felt for him, something that was planted inside of me when I first asked him to bite me on the playground in kindergarten that has since grown into this super small, almost non-existent feeling, then it had to be shot in the face. Having a crush on Trevor Mitchell would just be a bad idea for two reasons.

 

One, I would be just like every other girl in the entire school which just doesn't work for me. If I was blonde, wore khakis and polos, and took baths in watermelon perfume then liking Trevor Mitchell wouldn't be a big deal. It was part of the package. But I wasn't like that. I wore black, worshipped vampires, and hung out in cemeteries. I hated sports and a fun time for me was ghost hunting. If I suddenly accepted my crush on him then I would just forever be disappointed because I wasn't his type and he would never actually want to date me unless, of course, I transformed myself into a Jennifer Warren, which was absolutely out of the question. Liking Trevor Mitchell would make me feel exactly how Jennifer Warren said I was. Out of his league.

 

The second reason why liking Trevor would be disastrous, besides the fact that he was a jerk and we always fought, was the sexual tension between us. While fighting could sometimes be fun, it could also turn dangerous. Take example, yesterday afternoon. It started out as our simple unfriendly bantering, perfectly normal for us but as soon as we touched, as soon as his arms were around me and his mouth was beside my ear, all I could think about was how good it felt. Which in fact, was not good. If I suddenly decided to surrender to my feelings who knows how far I'd let Trevor go with me, and the fact that I didn't know made me very worried.

 

Conclusion, liking Trevor was just not going to happen.

 

Sighing, I grabbed my baggy black hoodie from my bed and threw it over my head. Goodbye sexy, jaw-dropping Raven, see you never.

 

* * *

 

“You were so good at your soccer game last night,” Becky said as she took a sip of her chocolate milk.

 

“We wouldn't have won if you weren't there to cheer me on,” Matt replied, giving her a sweet kiss on her freckly cheek.

 

I looked away in order to not gag. Everyday at lunch was like a Cupid war-zone and I was the only one dodging the arrows. I don't know if it was skills or just fate.

 

“Aren't you dying in that hoodie Raven? I'm hot right now and I'm wearing a short sleeved shirt,” Becky said concernedly.

 

Hell yeah I'm dying. “Nope, I'm just fine,” I lied. The truth was, I could fill a pool with the amount of sweat dripping from my body. Wearing a hoodie today was a stupid idea.

 

“Hey Trev!” Matt suddenly called, waving his hand at someone behind me.

 

“Don't!” I pleaded, shaking my head at him but it was too late. I felt a hand on my shoulder but didn't dare look up. I just ignored him.

 

“What's up?” I heard him ask. His fingers squeezed my shoulder but I knew he was talking to Matt. I saw Becky's eyes staring at Trevor's hand curiously before looking questioningly at me. I tried to shrug his hand off but to no avail. “Hey Becky.”

 

Becky's eyes left mine to look at Trevor in surprise. Even though she was dating Matt and was smitten, she couldn't ignore Trevor's `sexy' waves. That's what I liked to call his power to make any girl within seeing distance of him drool all over her flowered blouse. “Hi Trevor, how are you?”

 

“Wonderful,” he answered. I could hear the underlying meaning in his answer as he slid his hand down the back of my hoodie so he was touching the skin of my back. My sweaty back. I smirked, hoping he was grossed out and would go away. “I have a present for you Raven.”

 

I quirked a pencil thin eyebrow at him. “What is it?”

 

“It's a surprise,” he said, smirking. “If you come with me, I'll give it to you.”

 

“Why can't you just give it to me now?” I asked.

 

“I don't have it with me,” he responded.

 

“Where is it?”

 

“My locker.”

 

I gave Becky a serious look. “If I'm not back in five minutes, come find me,” I ordered as I stood up from my lunch seat and followed Trevor out of the lunchroom and down the empty hallway.

 

“You know I don't believe you,” I told him, running forward so we were walking side by side. “You'd never waste you're mommy's money on little old me.”

 

“Oh no, I didn't buy anything. It was actually a present for me, I just wanted to show you,” he said. He was hiding something from me.

 

“Well, if I'm not getting anything then I'm just going back,” I said, stopping and turning around. Trevor grabbed hold of my hand but instead of pulling me along, he just followed after me. I had to stop myself from curling my fingers around his hand.

 

“I promise I'll give you something Raven. Just come see it,” he said. I stopped walking and turned around to look at him. His green eyes were pleading which was more than I could normally ask because Trevor never said please for anything.

 

I sighed. “Fine.”

 

He smiled a perfect toothy smile and my heart unexpectedly began to beat fast and I felt the blood rush into my cheeks. Oh no, blushing and heightened heart rate were two symptoms of crushing. Trevor's warm hand clasped around mind wasn't helping matters either. I couldn't concentrate on where we were walking as he led me down the school hallways. All I could think about was how nice the warmth from his hand felt and how soft his skin was and I found myself wondering if he felt that soft everywhere which only made me blush more.

 

And then it hit me. I was letting Trevor Mitchell hold my hand and anyone could see if they were to walk by. “Let go of my hand.”

 

“No.”

 

“Let go of my hand, Trevor,” I ordered through clenched teeth as I tried to wiggle my hand loose. His fingers were like an iron brace.

 

He didn't answer but rather grabbed hold of our conjoined hands so he could weave his fingers with mine before I could pull my hand away. I groaned. “Jerk,” I muttered under my breath. His response was to lay a quick kiss on the back of my hand.

 

“Ok, now close your eyes,” he said when we finally reached his locker, the uniform gray paint peeling off to reveal the gray of the metal beneath.

 

I rolled my eyes. “Don't be stupid.”

 

“Close your eyes or I'm not showing you.”

 

Using my free hand, I laid it over my eyes and peeked through my fingers as he twisted the lock on his locker. There was a click and then he swung the door open. “Okay, you can look,” he told me. I could hear the smile in his voice.

 

I dropped my hand and stared into his locker. There were four textbooks, a water bottle, some deodorant, and some crumpled sheets of notebook paper. It looked just like every one else's' locker and unless he considered a Chemistry textbook a present, then I was about to be disappointed. “Wow Trevor, I don't know how to thank you. This is awesome,” I said dully, looking at him with an `are you kidding me?' look.

 

“Here,” he whispered softly, using his free hand and gently taking hold of my chin to turn my head towards his locker door. I gasped.

 

There, taped over the face of a Sports Illustrated blonde in a bikini, was a picture of Trevor and me kissing. There it was in front of me. My hands pinned behind my back, his sweaty chest pressed against mine, my head tilted upwards in welcome and our tongues tied. I briefly remembered a camera flashing nearby. All of a sudden, it was a million degrees hotter.

 

“What? Don't you like it?” he asked me, letting go of my chin and pointing to the picture. “Just look at us. We look like a couple in love, don't we?”

 

The thing was, we did. Even though I was Goth and he was the popular jock, we looked like a perfectly happy couple. The picture kind of reminded me of those pictures printed out that are placed in picture frames in the store. Even though I remember being mad after the kiss, I obviously wasn't during it. My eyes were closed and so were his as we kissed each other on the bleachers of his soccer game. We looked like to lovers embracing.

 

Not good.

 

“Where did you get that?” I demanded.

 

“Jennifer Warren was showing it off in class today. She was passing it around and I figured, because I was in it, that it belonged to me. Of course, she didn't object to me taking it, she'd give me anything.” He smiled at me as if he was sharing some kind of a deep secret although it was common knowledge that Jennifer Warren would do anything for Trevor.

 

“Well in that case, hand it over. I'm in this picture also, so I own half and I want my half,” I said, holding out my hand. Trevor still had my other hand grasped tightly in his. I felt ridiculous fighting with him while holding his hand.

 

He frowned. “No way. I'm not giving this picture away to anyone.” His jaw tensed when he said this.

 

Now I was curious. “Why not? This is perfect material to embarrass me with and you're not going to use it? That's not like you Trevor. It's like you're keeping this picture as a memento or something. If anyone sees this, they're going to assume that you have a crush on me.”

 

His face tensed and his eyes hardened like a shield, making his expression guarded and hard to read. His lips were firmly closed and it seemed like forever passed as I waited for the response that never came. Sometimes, actions speak more than words and in this case his silence was telling me that he was definitely trying to hide something from me.

 

It was like a gunshot in my head, shocking my mind into action as it raced its way through all the possibilities and explanations for Trevor's silence. There was only one question that I had to ask and I was more scared than I thought I would ever be to ask it. The fact that I was scared of his answer just proved one thing…that regardless of my promise to myself and no matter how much I've tried to make myself feel otherwise, I still had a crush on Trevor and I wanted to know that he felt the same way. So asking him if he liked me or not could either backfire in my face, leaving me burned and scarred or it could lead to…what? I don't even know.

 

But I was never one to back down out of fear. I was brave and outgoing and that is exactly why I swallowed the lump in my throat, looked hard into his gorgeous green eyes, and asked him. “Do you like me Trevor?”

 

My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it pounding in my ears so loudly, I wasn't sure if I would even be able to hear him. I watched him intently as his face relaxed and he stepped forward. It was as if time was slowing down and I stood waiting for the graceful piano music to slowly fade in, for the lights to dim, and for our surroundings to change from the musty school hallway into a vast room filled to the brim with puffy clouds and sparkles. This moment had the potential to turn into the perfect romantic movie moment or the gushiest mushiest chapter from a romance novel where the dreamy boy confessed his undying love for the girl who had always thought he hated her.

 

He would say Raven, you are the most beautiful girl in the entire universe, and I've loved you since the first time we met. I would sigh, smitten, and he would envelop me in his strong arms and whisk me away on a magical unicorn to our palace of love. But just like in all fairy tales, there always has to be a villain. In my story, her name is Jennifer Warren.

 

“Oh…I've been looking all over the school for you Trevor…”

 

In a millisecond and again, showing those super human powers of his, Trevor let go of my hand, slammed closed his locker door, and stepped as far away from me as possible in one smooth step to turn around and smile at Jennifer Warren who had just walked around the corner, her mouth turned down in disapproval as she took in the sight of me and Trevor alone. Dressed in a khaki skirt, designer flats, and a princess powder pink polo, she stood like the cheerleader bubblegum princess she thought she was, a big fat cupcake held in her hand.

 

“Hey Jen,” Trevor said, walking towards her like a panther. She smiled at Trevor and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, making sure to keep the cupcake out of his hair. She grinned at me snidely from over his shoulder. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy swell inside of me like a black storm cloud threatening to turn into an all-out hurricane, ready to destroy all that was Jennifer Warren in one gust of violent, raging wind. “What's up?”

 

“Oh nothing…I just came to give you this,” she answered cheerfully, extending her skinny arm to hand him the cupcake. Trevor took it and swallowed it down shamelessly. “So…I couldn't help but to hear what you two were talking about earlier Trevor.” She announced, glaring at me coldly. Trevor paused his licking the frosting from his fingers. “And you never answered Raven's question,” she continued, looking away from me and at Trevor. “Do you like her?”

 

Never in my life had I wanted to hurt someone so much. I wanted to tear her to shreds with my bare hands. The way she asked the question, just out of the blue as if it were a joke…it made me wild with rage.

 

Trevor shot me a look that I didn't quite understand and I just barely noticed the way his shoulders seemed to slump forward ever so slightly and his mouth turn down at the corners, barely visible. He looked back at Jennifer and smirked at her. “No way, that's just gross. Why would I like her when there're girls like you walking around?” He said, turning his back to me and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. My heart failed.

 

I wanted to run after the both of them and drop kick the back of their heads. I wanted to choke the life out of them until they were both blue in the face. I wanted to pull out their blonde hair and scar their perfectly tan skin. But as I watched them walk away together down the hallway, Trevor's arm across Jennifer's shoulder, looking like the perfect high school couple, the stereotypical supposed to be couple consisting of the beautiful cheerleader and the handsome jock, I couldn't help but to cry.

 

I turned around and ran as fast as I could out of the school, not caring if I got detention everyday for the rest of my school life because right now…I needed some Count Chocula, my Hello Batty blanket, and my mom.

 

* * *

 

I had lost track of time but I didn't care. Mom wasn't home when I ran into the house and so I had to wallow in my misery alone, beneath my blanket as I wailed my sorrows to the empty house. When my mom finally did get home, I had fallen asleep in my room, my black eyeliner smudged and smeared all over my face. When I awoke, it was because of the hard knocking on my door.

 

“Raven, Becky's here to see you,” Billy Boy shouted through my door. “She's coming in.”

 

I didn't roll over or greet her as I heard my bedroom door creak open and then shut. I didn't even acknowledge or give any sign that I was awake when I felt Becky sit beside me on the bed. “Raven?”

 

I grunted an incoherent response.

 

“I went looking for you after lunch but I couldn't find you and you weren't in fourth period…what happened?” she asked concernedly, placing her hand on my back.

 

I sighed. It wasn't her fault that I was in this state. She didn't make fun of me and then hit on me when other people weren't around. She didn't kiss me in front of the school and then pin the picture in her locker. She didn't lead me on to the point that I was crushing on her only to make me feel like an idiot by telling me I was gross and then walking off with a snobby varsity cheerleader.

 

No, Becky was not Trevor and so I had no right to be mad at her.

 

“I'm going to murder Trevor Mitchell,” I groaned, rolling over to look at her. Becky's strawberry blonde eyebrows rose in surprise.

 

“Trevor? What did he do this time?” she asked. She sounded exasperated, as if Trevor made me cry all the time or something.

 

“I…can't tell you that,” I admitted guiltily. I felt bad keeping secrets from my best friend but some stuff I just couldn't tell Becky…not now that she's dating Matt. If I told Becky how I felt about Trevor then she would most likely tell Matt and undoubtedly, Matt would tell Trevor and then my life would come to a complete halt. Game over.

 

“Why not? You can tell me anything Raven,” she chided.

 

I shook my head and pursed my lips. She frowned at me and folded her arms across her chest. “Fine, don't tell me but your secrets are going to drive you nuts and you know it. And I know you're not going to talk to your mom about this.”

 

“True.”

 

“Then at least tell me the gist of it.”

 

“You talk to Trevor right?” I asked.

 

“Sometimes. Not that much though, why?”

 

“Did he tell you what happened yesterday before the soccer game?”

 

“No.”

 

“Well…he kind of sort of kissed me.” I whispered. I could feel myself blushing just talking about it. Predictably, Becky gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

 

“He did?”

 

I nodded.

 

She didn't respond but rather looked away and began to giggle. “What's so funny?”

 

“Nothing it's just that…I could've been there to see it.”

 

“You can. Jennifer Warren and her friend took a picture and Trevor has it hanging in his locker like a trophy. That's what he wanted to show me at lunch today,” I told her, already feeling as if I've given away too much. Whatever.

 

“That's weird. Why would he keep a picture of you two in his locker?” Becky asked me, her eyes staring up at my ceiling as she tried to avoid making eye contact with me. I knew her better than anyone else and she only ever avoiding eye contact to look upwards when she was either lying or hiding something.

 

“Tell me,” I ordered.

 

“Tell you what?” she asked too innocently.

 

“I thought you said I can tell you anything? I think that should apply to you also.”

 

She sighed. “Ok, but if I tell you, promise me you won't let anyone, especially Matt, know that I told you.”

 

I sat up and held out my pinky. “I solemnly swear on our friendship that I won't tell a living soul…”

 

Becky gave me a look.

 

“…or a dead one,” I finished.

 

She linked her pinky with mine. “Good, because I wasn't even supposed to know. I was sort of eavesdropping at the time and heard Trevor and Matt talking after their soccer practice. I don't know how but suddenly your name came up and Matt asked Trevor if he still had a thing for you and Trevor kind of said yeah.”

 

My heart almost stuttered to a stop. I shook my head in shock, my mouth agape like an idiot. “Can you repeat that one more time please? I don't think I heard you right.”

 

“Raven…I'm sorry but, Trevor Mitchell has a crush on you.”

 

 

 

A/N: I love writing this fanfic. I don't know why…maybe because for once I'm not writing a Twilight fic haha and Raven has a lot more personality than Bella. Raven sees all sides of a situation unlike Bella who is just `EDWARD, EDWARD, EDWARD'…I mean jeeze, I love Edward too but come on…shut up, seriously. Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!!! When you review I feel the inspiration to WRITE FASTER!!!!!!!!! :D