Do I Really Want You?

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I woke up in the morning exhausted. I hadn’t been able to sleep at all. I was to confused and ecstatic at the same time. I have no idea why. He had basically forced himself on me . . . That could be harassment right? But I liked it, not his forcefulness or his intimidating vibe but the fact that he was touching me and he kissed me. I can’t believe a guy actually wanted to kiss me. And it Was Derrick, Derrick wanted to touch me and kiss me.
I smiled to myself pushing back my hair and adjusting my shirt. I went to the window and threw open the shades flooding the room with light. I smiled at the sight of the ocean before me, sparkling with the morning sun, shing through the window. I glanced behind me hearing my friend mumbling at me. She was not a morning person neither was I but I still could get up if I needed to.

“Sonia . . . close the window,” She said turning over and tucking her head under the covers.

“Sorry,” I replied closing them only slightly.

I walked over to my bag and searched threw them for my clothes and brush and other things. I did my morning rituals and then I paused glancing into the mirror. I frowned at my breasts they were to big to me and a lot of my fat was there and then the rest had decided to go straight to my hips and butt. I was definitely curvy and more and I hated that my body features were so defined that it was hard to hide them under clothes. I turned around my butt sticking out and staring me in the face. I mean I guess it wasn’t ginormus but being around, girls who had no bodies or at least around girls who didn’t have a body like me was a little damaging to my self esteem. I cupped my breasts in my hands weighing them in my palms. They were heavy but soft, and at least they weren’t lopsided.

I finished up, my daily check up and just kept wondering why Derrick would want to kiss me. I mean even now I could still remember how his lips felt against mine and maybe even the shape. I sighed happy. And moved out of the bathroom. Katrina, that was my friend was still sleeping. She was so lazy sometimes. I put my clothes on , and then my shoes, slipping my glasses on to my face. Yesterday I had been wearing my contacts but I didn’t feel like putting them on right now. I sat on katrina’s bed and shook her awake.

“What, What,” She snapped grouchy.

“Come on their serving breakfast right now,” I said. “Let’s go before they close.”

“Fuck, breakfast, I’m sleeping,” she groused. “I’ll go for lunch.”

“All right, I got it, I’ll see you later then,” I said hugging her.

She mumbled her reply into the pillow and I shook my head. Good thing it was the weekend, she hadn’t come in till around 3 this morning, doing lord know what. That girl . . . Sometimes it surprise even me that we were friends. She was so outgoing and out spoken and I was the shy one yet we got along better together then with everyone else. I was glad we had become friends. Otherwise I really would be lonely. She made me have fun and not be a shut in.

I found the banquet hall where they had brunch going on and I walked in showing them my guess pass. They let me through and I looked around amazed by the selection and the décor. This was my first time in such a nice Hotel. I’ve been in them before but never one like this. I waved at my teacher and went to grab a plate looking around me. I loved food, it was good. I went around putting things on my plate that looked good, I especially got a good portion of cheesy potatoes, I loved potatoes. I know I sound a little weird but I can’t help it. When I was finished, I went and sat my plate down at the table designated for our group, saying a few words to my teacher before going off to get something to drink.

As I was moving away from the beverage station, I froze as I saw Derrick. He was with his girlfriends and friend again. I turned away quickly careful not to spill my drink as I walked back to my seat. Even though I was so excited that I had been kissed and that he had taken it, my first one I was still nervous about being around him. He was still something foreign to me something strange and unusual but enticing all the same. Plus, I didn’t want his girlfriend to get mad at me. I hadn’t started it; I also didn’t want to break them up. Ha . . . like that’ll ever happen, I couldn’t break anything up . . . but she wasn’t mean she was a nice girl I didn’t want her to get hurt.

I sighed as I sat down and decided that I was going to leave him alone. I was still going to dream about him longing for him but until he and his girlfriend were not together then I could think about being with him. I know I sound all noble or im trying to sound noble. I just don’t want to hurt anybody, I may have saw him first but she was with him first and it was my own fault that we weren’t together. I sighed as I ate my food quietly pondering over my thoughts and I glanced around lazily and spotted him eyeing me.

Derrick was watching me again. I looked away quickly and focused on my food why was he always looking at me? I don’t like when people just stare at me like he does. I held back a scowl and continued chewing my food sipping my orange juice carefully. I didn’t want to spill it and embarrass my self. I turned towards the teacher watching him talk and tried to calm myself down. I was hyping myself up, and I could feel the tenseness in my movements.

“Sonia how do you like Hawaii so far,” My teacher asked.

“Oh . . . well . . . I think it’s really beautiful, I love the beaches and the sights,” I answered, clicking my brain into answering mode. “I’m glad we choose to come here instead of New York.”

“Yes, New York Does have a certain Charm to it that does wear off after the tenth Time,” My teacher replied. “Don’t you have family there?”

“Yeah, My grandparents,” I replied. “I see them mostly around the holidays.”

“That’s nice, now where is that friend of yours . . .” He started.

“Trina’s still sleeping,” I replied. “She’s never really been a morning person.”

“That’s fine, neither am I but I just love these hawaian breakfast buffets,” He replied smiling.

“They are . . . colorful.”

He nodded with a laugh turning to the next victim of his interrogation. I looked back down at my food, and pushed it around my plate. I was kind of done, after practically freaking myself out mentally over Derrick watching me I had lost my appetite. I hated when I did that. I instead sipped at my orange juice relaxing against the chair and listening to other people’s conversations. I kept to myself for the most part. I mean I was still a bit of a loner but I was slightly more social now. Like I knew everyone in my class and They knew who I was but for the most part I stuck to myself and I hung out with Katrina. I sighed . . . Who was I kidding I was still anti-social and the one who helped me was Katrina.

I took a few more bites of my potatoes and then my toast and announced to my teacher that I was leaving. He waved me off with a smile, and I left. I was going to go up stairs to get my sunglasses before heading out on the beach to wait for Katrina. I would leave her a note as well. I walked to the elevator and then thought better of it and took the stairs, It would be slightly quicker and it was exercise from all the fatty foods I was eating. I let my hands slide along the railings and I hummed to myself. I heard the stairwell door open and I moved to the side to get out of the way of whoever was coming up behind me.

I became lost in my little world again after that was finished and, I wondered what little souvenirs they had that I could bring back to my family. They were going to be hounding me for something when I got back.

“You know you are amazingly clueless when you’re thinking,” A deep voice rumbled.

I turned around quickly and found myself face to face with him, With Derrick and his, piercing calculating gaze. I stopped walking and looked at him with wide eyes. My mouth suddenly not working. I pressed my back against the wall. And I realized this was a mistake, and Derrick took it as an opening. He caged me in his arms yet again and I felt my heart speed up. When I was around him my body loss control or I lost control over it. He pressed himself closer lining his body up with mine and I swallowed nervously.

“I wish you weren’t so nervous around me,” He whispered grasping a piece of my hair between his fingers. “I love the way you speak, I especially love your thought process.”

That weird comment that, weird ass comment about my thought process got me speaking again.

“What about the way I think,” I said my words coming out sharp. “How do you know how my thought process works?

“Ah there it is, that fierceness that you usually keep inside you,” He murmured, pressing his forehead against mine.

I jumped from the contact trying to press myself harder against the wall. I’ll admit yet again I liked that he took notice of me that he wanted to touch me, to look at me and all that jazz, but it was just random. I mean before yesterday all he had done was ignore me, and I had been pinning for him. I was confused to why he suddenly was showing so much interest in me. I t was just very hard to swallow when you weren’t use to it.

“What aren’t you use to?” He asked.

“The attention . . . the closeness . . . you . . .” I murmured then paused. “I didn’t say that aloud how did you-."

His lips started to turn into a smile, and that’s when I was starting to realize the answer. He moved his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him, making our bodies touch and I wanted to repel away from him. I wasn’t good with touching unless it was just giving someone a hug. I had never really been all that affectionate with people, and they hadn’t been that way with me. I moved my hands to his shoulder trying to hold him back. He only backed me against the wall, making me feel claustrophobic in a very wide stairwell.

“You can read my thoughts,” I murmured.

“Correct,” He replied softly, pulling back to look at me completely.

“Why would you let me find out,” I asked, gasping as he squeezed me tighter.

“You interest me,” He replied, making me tremble. “Your thoughts are intriguing especially the ones about me.”

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment and he smirked at me, knowing what I was thinking. What an invasion of privacy. I couldn’t even think to myself without making a fool of myself. He pulled me closer cradling my head against his chest. I was surprised at how close we actually were, seeing as my breast were pretty big. But he was taller than me and wider like all men were.

“You’re not a fool,” He murmured, stroking my hair. “Not to me anyways . . .”

“ . . .”

“I guess I do intrude into people’s thoughts, but it can’t be helped, I just hear them without trying,” He said.

I wondered at him. Why tell me this? It didn’t matter if my thoughts were intriguing or not but why tell me of all people. Why was I all Of a sudden Trustworthy to him? What was I to him why did he want to tell me?

“Because unlike other people you’re honest with your thoughts,” He replied. “And you’re not . . .”

I looked at him expectantly waiting to hear him finish his sentence. When he didn’t I realized he wasn’t going to. He pulled away slightly holding me at arm’s length. I looked at him confused. What was going to happen now? He looked at me with that softness and then suddenly his eyes hardened. I gasped a little taken back at his change of moods. I hadn’t said anything to upset him and the conversation hadn’t seemed very deep at first.

“Let’s walk together,” He said, pulling me along.

He held me by my waist, and pulled me along up the stairs. I stumbled along beside him, wondering what was going on. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the door opening and closing to the stairwell again. I wanted to look behind me but when I looked at Derrick he shook his head, and hurried us along. What was going on?

“Just calm down, were just going somewhere more private.” He said.

I could only nod as he pulled me along to god knows where. He opened the door on the third floor and we stepped out of the stair way. He pulled me along and we ended up in a lounge of some sort. I looked around liking the style of the décor. The shades were closed but the sun was still bright enough to give light to the room. Derrick pulled me over to a sofa and sat me down next to him. I did still confused and nervous. At least on the stairwell there had been time to escape if I needed to and if anyone had come in they could have been a distraction.

“I’m not going to hurt you . . .” He sighed with a smile while running his fingers through his hair.

I looked away embarrassed, I had forgotten he could hear my thoughts.

“Your mind is truly amazing,” He sighed leaning his head against the couch while still looking at me. “The way you formulate thoughts . . . I love it.”

I looked at him embarrassed by his comments. I usually felt like my thought process was weird. I didn’t think like other people and I knew it I was strange. I looked away from his eyes as he unnerved me.

“No . . . you’re not weird,” He said. “Just different.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why do you keep staring at me . . . I mean it’s a little . . .” I began.

“Creepy,” He said finishing my sentence with a grin. “Because it feels wonderful to finally put a face to the voice.”

“ . . .”

“Let me explain, I’ve been hearing your thoughts for the longest time . . . Probably since we’ve met . . . at church around the end of six grade when I transferred into your middle school . . .” He said, I nodded. “I thought at first that the people around me were going to be brainless the same tedious thoughts mixed in with their worries and religion put into the mix.”

“Yet out of all the voice’s I heard one that was different, it was definitely female, and it was thinking, “I wonder who those two are” I searched for the voice in the sea of people but never found it,” He said. “I know that for that single thought to be the one to wrap me in, but all the other voice talked about our appearances the female ones or the male voices were laced with jealousy or others were thinking things not fit to be in the church.”

“Why you ask was it so important . . . because it was just so pure and untainted, the others had underlying emotions lying under their many thoughts . . . yet that voice did not.”

I was getting slightly annoyed that he was answering my questions before I could ask them, I mean I guess I should have been creep out but I was more annoyed then anything. He chuckled and let his hand come to gentle push some hair out of my face. My face exploded in heat and I had to fight myself to not look away. He chuckled again and continued. I liked the way he laughed by the way, his voice had gotten deeper over the years and it sent a thrill down my spine.

“I searched but couldn’t pinpoint the voice, the one thinking the thoughts wasn’t looking at me and after that for a while paid me no mind . . . but in the seventh grade I heard the voice again and the wondering thoughts it held.” He said wistfully. “It was like a breath of fresh air had entered into my mind, I recognized it immediately and I looked around for it hard, but I was in a lunchroom full of kids, I knew it was a girl but the girl still remained a mystery to me.”

“It was almost impossibly hard for me to pinpoint the voice to the face, some voices sounded deceptively the same others had almost the same intonation and pitch it was not easy, and then I thought I had found it. . . I had started using my charms to seduce the girls I thought possessed my angels thoughts, her voice was similar in the softness and peaceful quality. It wasn’t thinking that crude of thoughts; it was so similar on the surface that I believed I had found her.”

“But . . .” I spit out before he could answer.

He grinned at me.

“Well that voice belonged to my girl friend today,” He said.

“Oh,” I said feeling my excitement to hear the rest of his story fade.

I sat there fidgeting. I had forgotten my resolve to leave him alone until he was a free man. Hearing about his girlfriend brought it all back to me. I looked away from his hazel eyes. I had gotten brave enough to actually stare at him long enough to figure out there color. He watched me, letting his gaze wash over me, making me feel his presence. It was starting to get to me and I wanted to leave. I jumped to my feet and moved to leave.

“Um . . . I just remembered I need to go,” I said.

“Not so fast,” He countered, pulling me back by my waist.

I ended up pressed against him, hands on his chest to keep my balance. I bit my lip and he looked down at me softly.

“I only said that I had thought she was the one, not that she was,” He murmured softly. “. . . Don’t you want to hear the rest . . . ?”

The question hung in the air and I bit my lip almost tempted to glare at him. Of course I wanted to here the rest. You couldn’t just tempt someone with a story like that without finishing it. A smile played on his lips and I resisted a scowl as well.

“So while I was with her I began to notice that her thoughts weren’t as . . . deep as my angels, she was nice enough, not as innocent as she could have been but it worked in my favor for a while so I was content for the moment,” He said staring into my eyes as he spoke and I found myself falling even farther into his. “But then just last year when we were in that closed space of a classroom I found that your voice and thoughts were vaguely similar to each other . . . I had never experienced that before . . . it was refreshing .”

“And I realized that the last time I had felt like that was when I first notice your thoughts and voice, although I didn’t know it was you, and I began to watch you, I was a little more subtle then you, although you did hide it very well,” He said, probably feeling the heat from my face. “I became fascinated by you, and your fascination with me, they way you described me in your head they way you thought of me . . . How even though you knew Chelsea was a little . . . well you still thought good things about her or tried to find good things to say about her.”

“You are a fascinating girl,” He finished, holding my face close. “ Very . . . very fascinating . . . yet shy . . . and doubtful of her actions.”

I looked away, feeling very exposed and awkward.

“There’s something you want to say to me right,” He whispered, softly into my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

I literally exploded in heat, at his words, my whole body feeling hot, and my mind feeling embarrassed and nervous. Even though I knew he could read minds I had thought he didn’t see that. I tried to hide that when I figure out his secret. I don’t know why but I was really embarrassed and I wanted to cry.

“Why . . . you’ve already read my thoughts,” I whispered, afraid to speak any louder.

“I want to hear it in your voice,” He said against my ear. “I want to hear my angels voice.”

I felt myself falling for him even more. I don’t even know why. I felt my lip trembling, and instead of saying anything I buried my face in his shirt unable to look at him.

“I-I can’t . . .”

“Why?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“So what were you going to do with all of your feelings, did you never think you were going to get them out.”
I nodded and he sighed, stroking my hair gently.

“Please, would you say it,” He said gently. “For me . . . I’ll be the only one who hears it.”

“Can’t I just think it,” I asked.

“No . . . let me hear your voice.”

I swallowed and got my brain working on forming the words that I thought I would never say to another leaving soul including the person they were meant for.

“I-I Love you,” I said, my voice shook a bit and I felt him tighten his arms around me pulling me into his lap.

“Again,” he sighed, rubbing his face against my hair.

“I love you,” I said again.

“Good . . .” He growled, before turning my face to his so that he could capture my lips in a kiss.

I pressed into it nervously, and then sighed at the feel of his lips pressed against mine. It felt good, and I wasn’t as clumsy as I was yesterday. He held me tightly and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I realized after being so close to him yesterday that I liked the way it felt to be against him, it was nice and comforting in a way that was alien to me. After that thought we were suddenly pressing against each other more urgently then before. I wanted to feel more of him. For some reason . . . It was so strange to me. He pulled away slightly, our lips still close.

“What about me,” I asked. “How do you feel . . . be honest.”

“I’ll admit I haven’t liked you as long as you have me, but I do know I love you, since the first time I heard
your thoughts,” He breathed against my lips. “I fell in love with your thoughts and then the person attached to them.”

I felt my heart beating painfully hard, trying to break out of my chest and I wondered if I was going to die from happiness. I couldn’t believe it yet I was so undeniably happy that I kissed him again he kissed back not wasting anytime acting shocked. I mean he knew what I was thinking. He smiled against my lips at the thought. And deepened the kiss, making me weak. If I had been standing I probably would have collapsed by the way he was making love to my mouth. We pulled away again and he moved his lips to my neck.

“Love it . . . I love the way you think,” He said against my skin. “ . . . Love it.”

I moaned softly at his kisses and grabbed his hair between my fingers. He didn’t seem to mind, and I sighed.

“Aren’t I heavy,” I asked.

“No, if you were I wouldn’t want to keep you on my lap,” He said, rubbing his face against mine.

He was strangely affectionate. I wasn’t use to such close contact and he was giving me a lot of it. I would have never in my wildest dreams had believed that a guy would want to touch me like he was. Especially him. I wouldn’t have guessed he was like this. I mean yeah, I thought he could get intimate if he wanted but to be so touchy feely was a new occurrences’ to me.

“It’s a side that I’ve only shown to you,” He replied, caressing my face softly. “And I can’t imagine why you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“ . . . Guys don’t like me is why . . . well except for you,” I said shyly.

“Well there idiots . . . literally . . . Your soft in the right places smooth and firm in the others. You smell incredible, you look gorgeous, and your thoughts are the most enticing things I’ve ever had the privilege of listening to,” He said.

My everything exploded in heat as his words seduced and caressed me, it took my breath away and I was so wrapped up in him. He was the only one who ever explained why they liked me so elegantly and completely. He smiled and I realized he had heard me.

“I heard that to,” He chuckled.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, I love your thoughts to much to share them,” He said into my ear.

I shivered and he kissed my ear softly, I trembled slightly, and he licked my ear making me gasp. It felt good really good. I never even knew that I was sensitive right there. He moved lower and sucked my lobe into his mouth pulling a moan from my surprised lips.

“C-can I ask you a question,” I breathed.

“Go ahead,” He muttered, moving to my neck.

“Why were you so rough with me the other day,” I asked.

“ . . . Honestly I was overwhelmed by the opportunity to finally talk to you in private.” He replied pushing me down against the couch. “I just didn’t want you to run away, when I hadn’t even spoken to you properly yet.”

I nodded as he looked down at me and another question burned in my mind and I tried hard not to think about it. He looked at me his face set in a frown, as he probably tried to figure out what it was that I was thinking. I looked away from him, and he turned my faces back to his, staring at me deeply.

“Honestly . . . we’ve been broken up for a couple of months now,” He sighed, leaning against the couch on one elbow as he stared at me.

I lay there a little stunned. They had really been broken up, but when did that happen I had thought that they were a really good couple together. Or that’s what I had wanted to think, really I had been burning inside with jealous for a long time trying to fight the feelings until I gave in accepted them and tried to get over them.

“Chelsea is good with appearances . . .” He sighed. “And she’s good enough at acting that she can hide it easily.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

“I think it’s sort of cute that you were jealous,” He said with a smile. “Everything about you is great.”

He rolled on top of me, his legs between my own, intertwined, one coming to rest against my crotch. I gasped blushing knowing he couldn’t see it, but now he heard it. I looked up at him embarrassment feeling my eyes and he kissed me softly. I kissed back, feeling his lips moving against mine gently. He pulled away from me and stroked my face softly. Did he really like me? I thought. I couldn’t resist thinking that. Why? This was so unexpected and to tell me now in the trip . . . why now, why here?

“Because I saw an opportunity and I took it,” He replied. “Is it really hard to believe that I like you?”

“Yes . . . I’ve always been the weird quiet girl . . . I’m awkward and weird . . . I only have one friend and . . . your popular and gorgeous . . . and you already have a beautiful girlfriend or had one who suits you . . . I would look weird next to you.”

He captured my lips in his own kissing me roughly, I expected an answer not this but I couldn’t break away. I couldn’t help but kiss him back as I was swept up in the moment. His hand suddenly came up to grasp my breast and I let out a gasp which only invited him further into my mouth. He let his fingers touch me softly. But it was weird and I was not use to this for the millionth time. I hardly hugged people, I had thought that before and then to have his hands on my breast, my embarrassingly big breast was too much.

And it felt nice, when I touched them which were usually when taking a shower and other things along that sort I didn’t feel anything. It was just a lot of fat and skin attached to my upper body and that got in the way. Which was one of the reasons I had stopped playing sports. They hurt when I bounced around too much and they were hard to control. I had never felt them feel good before. I didn’t know they could be sensitive because under my hands nothing happened. I moaned and lay slightly shocked that that had come from my mouth. He wasn’t really even doing a lot just touching them softly through my shirt and grasping it tightly every few seconds.

My hands stopped pushing him away and instead were pulling him closer. I can’t believe this. I was waiting for an answer not him kissing my brains into mush. I pushed into him unintentionally. Feeling his leg bump into me. That had actually . . . It was weird it was like there was pressure building up below and he had relived some of it . . . slightly . . . that was weird. Derricks hands were suddenly around my waist pulling me into his leg I gasped and he pulled his lips away from mine leaving me panting. He instead went to my neck with his lips and I moaned softly. He rocked against me gently and I felt him trying to move his lips lower.

“No . . .” I Breathed. “Stop . . .”

I sounded so breathless and weak. Damn it. I jumped as I felt his hands on my bare skin . . . when in the world had he found time to lift my shirt up. He pushed my bra to the side and let his lips wrap around my breast. I couldn’t stop myself from arching into his mouth and trying to push him away at the same time. He used his free hand to pin my hands above my head to the couch and proceeded to touch me arousing me making me lose any coherent thoughts that I was thinking.

“Derrick . . .” I moaned. “. . . Wait . . .”

What did I want him to wait for? I wanted to feel more of this feeling. I had never felt this good in all of my life. I think I wanted more I wasn’t sure all I know is that as soon as it started it stopped. He pulled away from me leaving me panting and breathless and disheveled beneath him. He looked at me with a smirk on his face and I tried to gather my wits together.

“Every time you doubt yourself or me, I’ll leave you like this breathless, and aching for more of me,” He said, staring down at my exposed chest and dazed looked smugly. “I’ll teach you not to doubt me.”

Did he have to do it so aggressively and evilly? I pushed my shirt down, and sat up he moved from between my legs and looked at me. Probably listening in to everything that was going through my mind right now. He suddenly caged me between his arms again and I felt my breath catch in my throat he was staring at me intently, giving me no room to look away.

“I do love you,” He said. “I do . . . but you have to trust me.”

He kissed me one more time, keeping the fire inside me lit. He smiled as he pulled away and patted my head.

“I like the way your thoughts turn dirty just by my attention to you,” He smirked.

“Don’t comment on that,” I said, embarrassed.

He gave me a smile leaving me in the lounge by myself frustrated and I think horny. I heard a chuckle from outside the room and my blush grew brighter. That asshole. I fixed my clothes, now that my mind was clearing embarrassed that I had let him touch me so easily. I could have slapped him or kicked in the nuts but know I lay there like some . . . hussy and let him do whatever he wanted. God I was weak.




I enter my hotel room very frustrated and a little pissed. The more I thought about what he had done the angrier I became and then I thought about the fact that he said that he loved me and my thoughts turned to girly goo love things. EEGHg, I should have never fallen for him. All these mushy girly feelings were not my style. I wasn’t use to feeling such feminine things and it was annoying.

“What got your panties in a bunch,” Katrina asked chuckling at her joke.

“Nothing.”

“Ah come on, Sony, tell what’s the matter,” Katrina asked.

“Don’t call me that,” I groaned, pushing back my hair.

“All right Sonia, why are you so evil in the morning, what could have possibly gotten you this pissy before I’ve
even gotten up,” Katrina said, looking at me.

“Well . . .”

I debated on whether to tell her or not. I told her everything. She all ready knew that I liked him and what
harm could it be to tell her this.

“Come on spit it out,” she said.

“If I tell you this, you cannot tell anyone or even think about it,” I added as a precaution.

“Sure, she said.

Her eyes started to get that sparkle in them meaning she was getting ready to hear some juicy gossip.

“OK . . . so you know how I like . . . um derrick.”

“More like love obsessively, but go on,” she said.

“Well, he apparently he likes me as well,” I mumbled.

“I can’t hear you when you mumble, Sony, louder,” She said.

“He likes me to.”

“What,” she screeched. She jumped off the bed and crushed me in a hug. “Oh I’m so happy for you how do you know
how did you find out, are you together now did he break up with Chelsea come on talk talk.”

“Well, I don’t . . . really know if were together . . . but he says he likes me, and that he and Chelsea have been broken up for a while,” I said trying to sort through my own thoughts. “I’m just confused as to why he would like me, I’m not pretty like Chelsea, and people may say looks don’t matter but they really do.”

“Sony come on, as vain as I can be I don’t care about your looks and I’m your friend . . . Have a little faith in yourself.”

I didn’t answer just looked away. I was beginning to act like those overly self conscious girls you saw on t.v. that just would not accept the fact that they were special to someone and not invisible. I heard her getting ready and I kept my eyes averted. I wanted to believe in a happy ending but, this was all happening to fast and it was to strange. I felt like I was being tricked. I liked him definitely, I really did love him. But that didn’t stop me from being suspicious. I felt like this was something that I had to be cautious of. I didn’t have any superpowers like him but my intuition was not wrong, I was generally right when I followed it.

“All right I’m ready Sony,” Katrina announced.

“Great what’s on the list first,” I asked.

“First we just have to finish sightseeing and then we have to head to the beach for some swimming,” She said giddy.

I followed after her feeling her practically dragging me along behind her. This was definitely going to be a really long day.


So I liked viewing the sights and seeing the different types of architecture or even people but with Katrina it was very tiring. She almost ran me ragged right now we were about to go snorkeling. I was more than a little nervous actually. I was never good with those snorkeling things, and I was how other people were doing it. You basically are lying on your stomach floating in the water, so it’s like my whole backside would be out. I didn’t like this. We should have gone scuba diving at least our whole body would submerged in the water.

“Come on Sony,” Katrina sang, pulling me with her.

I followed because I didn’t want to ruin her fun by complaining. I mean I did like the water but I hated wearing the bathing suits. I just prepared myself mentally. This was supposed to be fun, and all I had to do was forget that everyone else was there and enjoy myself. Besides that even if someone did end up making fun of me Katrina would defend me, in a very extreme manner. That’s why I liked her, not because she could defend me but because she would regardless of the consequences. Although I wish she would think of them sometimes.

“All right, Sony, it’s our turn after they come back up,” She said excitedly. “I’m so excited.”

“I can tell,” I grinned at her. “But tell me have you done this before.”

“Well, not in Hawaii,” She said thoughtfully. “Only in like my kiddie pool when I was younger.”

“Trina, that’s not exactly comforting,” I said. “Because I know I’m not good at this.”

“Oh stop worrying, it’ll be fine, it can’t be that hard, even that chubby lady did it,” She said, almost hanging off my arm. “Besides with these big balloons floating will be no problem for you.”

She had her hands around my breasts and let out a little squeak pushing her off me. I hated when she did this. It not like she didn’t have any herself mine were just more glaringly obvious. She snickered and hugged me. She was taller than me so now I could feel her junk on my back. I sighed wanting her to stop but at least she wasn’t groping me anymore. I took another breath before I had to jump into the water. At least I could see almost into the bottom of it. Sharks would want to eat me . . . would they?