Friday, February 27, 2009

GOING GREEN (the blog story)

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GOING GREEN

I would have thought that in this moment, with Conner across the street and so clearly jealous, I would have gotten some satisfaction. But things never really happen the way you think. Instead, I felt guilty. Like I’d betrayed him.

Sure, Conner and I weren’t dating. In fact, Conner had his own girlfriend to be jealous over. And yet, my face tingled with shame. I wanted to go to him.

“Stella?” Becker asked, dropping his hands from behind his head and sitting up in the driver’s seat. His lips shined from my gloss. “What?” he asked. “Did I do something—” He paused and turned to follow my stare.

When he saw Conner, he scoffed. He dropped his head, running his hands roughly through his hair. “Ah,” he mumbled. “Still in love with the high school kid. Nice.” Only he didn’t say it nice. He said it, very, very unnice. I cringed.

“It’s not—”

“Stop,” he cut me off. “I feel stupid enough.” We sat awkwardly quiet for a minute, then he looked up at me, his eyes darker than they were when I’d leaned over to kiss him. “I have to go,” he said, not even pretending like he was telling the truth.

I swallowed hard. Maybe I should have argued, told him that I had no interest in Conner. But what was the sense in lying. Instead, I nodded and reached out to open his door. We didn’t say anything as I climbed out, and just as I shut it, he pulled away, speeding down my street.

So there I stood, on my curb, looking across the road at Conner. He folded his arms over his chest, his blond curls blowing to the side from the wind.

“You have no right to be mad,” I called to him, matching his stance.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. “Yeah, you’re right, Stella.” He smiled. “I already knew you were a slut.”

I gasped, feeling like I’d just been slapped. But before I could respond, Conner turned and walked back inside his house.
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Monday, February 23, 2009

Going Green (the story blog)

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GOING GREEN

I was a big fan of Becker’s lips. I leaned further over into his driver’s seat, enjoying his soft, tender kisses. This was way better than what I’d been sharing with Conner.

Sure, with Conner there was a certain urgency, naughtiness about it. But this… this was sweet.

After another second, I slowly pulled away, looking into Becker’s soft brown eyes. He watched me, smiling. Then he exhaled and leaned back in his seat, folding his hands behind his head.

“Pretty sure that beats my miniature golf idea,” he said and laughed.

I was about to tease him for looking so proud of himself when I saw it. Conner—standing just across the street. He was in his driveway as Trish’s car backed out, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at Becker and me.

And he looked pissed.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Going Green! (The Story Blog)

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GOING GREEN

Stella and Becker. Becker and Stella. Hm, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But Becker had called me about ten minutes ago and said that he had a surprise. So here I was, on my front porch, waiting. It started to rain.

I wrapped my arms around myself and looked back at my door, about to go inside, when Becker’s car pulled up to my curb. I sighed and glanced toward Conner’s house, recognizing Trish’s flashy BMW parked in his driveway. Figured. I was completely car-less and that wench gets a Beamer. She sucked.

Moving quickly, I hopped down my front steps and jogged through the rain to Becker’s car, climbing in. Once inside, I sat for minute, trying to wipe some of the rain off my bare arms. I turned sideways to Becker.

“Hi,” he said, smiling adorably. His grin was slightly crooked, his chin was unshaven, and his hair was perfectly messy. I was suddenly not so concerned about the wench across the street.

“Hi,” I said back, feeling a drip of rainwater run down my cheek.

Becker watched me. “So…” he began, looking in his lap and then at me.

“You had a surprise, remember?” I laughed, glancing over his forearm, up to his bicep where he had some serious ink. Hm. I’d never noticed that before.

“Yeah, about the surprise,” he said. “It…” he pulled his eyebrows together, looking apologetic. “I was going to take you miniature golfing.”

I stared at him. “Uh… why?” If I didn't like bowling, did he really think I'd like golfing?

“To make up for the bowling incident.” He shook his head, then exhaled and pressed back in his seat, raising up his hips. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing when he pulled out the waistband of his boxer to show me. Oh my God. LEOPARD PRINT!

“You weren’t!”

He nodded. “I totally was. I was going to embarrass myself purely for your amusement. But,” He pointed out the windshield toward the sky. “I guess it’ll have to wait.”

I smiled, imagining how he would humiliate himself, all to make up for the fact that my shirt ripped open during our bowling date, exposing my leopard print bra. It was really cool of him. It was really… sexy.

Becker looked back out the window, disappointed, when I knew exactly what the surprise was.

“Hey,” I called. He looked over at me, maybe hearing the catch in my voice.

“What’s up, Stella?”

I licked my lips, ready to start something new. “You wanna make out?”

He didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

I laughed. Then I leaned over, and kissed him.
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Monday, February 9, 2009

GOING GREEN! The Story Blog

GOING GREEN- to catch up on the story, check the side links!


Should I call him? Should I? God. No, I shouldn’t. Conner was a tool of epic proportions.

I glanced at my phone, and then at the crumpled note he’d left me. I knew the only reason he'd “missed” me was because I was on a date with someone else.

There was no way I was going to call him. Ever.

My doorbell rang.

“Stella?” my father called from downstairs. “Do you want me to answer it or grab the bat from the garage?”

“Bat,” I said, getting up. I crossed the hall and bounded down the stairs.

“Good choice.” My father patted my shoulder as he walked by me toward the back of the house.

I stood at the front door and took a deep breath. Smoothing down my t-shirt, I opened the door and narrowed my eyes. There he was. Conner. All blonde and stupidly hot.

“What?” I asked.

He grinned and tilted his head. “You didn’t call me.”

“Should have been a hint.” Damn. Really, really stupidly hot.

He laughed. “Is Becker your boyfriend now?”

I wanted to say yes, just to hurt him. “Really none of your business. Why don’t you go harass your girlfriend? She seems like a fun time.”

Conner bit on his lip and looked me over. “You’re not being very nice.” He leaned on my doorframe and I almost closed the door. Instead, I stood there while he reached out to twirl a strand of my hair around his finger. “I’ll be nice if you will.” He grinned.

I couldn’t answer. When he was nice… the world was right. When Conner was looking at me like this, everything was okay. I wasn’t sad anymore.

“Stella?” my father called from behind me.

I jumped and spun around to find him in the entryway, bat dangling at his side. My face was hot, flush. But I smiled.

“Good night, Conner,” my father said without looking at him. He winked at me and then took his weapon into the living room with him. I turned back to Conner.

“Does your dad not like me or something?” he asked.

I let the stupidness of him wash over me and then I tilted my head. “Actually, Conner. I think we’re both just really over you.”

And with that, I slammed my door.
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