Being Nasty

Chapter 2 - Being Nasty

Chapter 2 – Being Nasty

[Natalie’s POV]

It was Monday today. It had already been two days since I had a not-so-little scene with Adam. It was a good thing that my friends didn’t ask what I did when I didn’t show up at the bar when they arrived.

We did nothing this weekend, we did what normal girls usually did. We went shopping, spa, salon…the usual.

“Hey!” Joan Smith approached. She was one of my girlfriends. Well I forgot to tell you something. Out of the group, I was the only one who was still a virgin…now, I guessed not. Joan Michaels lost her virginity when she was fifteen to her boyfriend who cheated on her. She’d got this reddest hair that you would ever see, not the red-dyed type but the ginger shade natural type. She was a sucker for sports and that mainly made guys attracted to her.

“What’s up?” Hayley Anderson asked. She was the bitchiest among us. Well, she didn’t want to stay virgin so s*x was her weekly habit. Even though she was like that, we loved her because she was the one who protected us whenever we were being troubled. I didn’t have a problem with her attitude. She was a great girlfriend in my opinion.

Our group only consisted of three persons and I was one of them. If you’d watched Mean Girls, we were like the group there, with Regina George and all. We were the popular girls of the campus. We were the Queen Bees.

The only difference was that, we weren’t that mean.

We were just popular that haters followed us everywhere that we went.

I still didn’t have an idea of what I was supposed to tell them. I wanted to tell them what happened last Friday night but was afraid to do so because of Hayley.

Hayley had got this huge crush on Adam. My friend wanted to get inside his pants and the shocking thing was I already beat her into doing it.

How the hell was I supposed to tell her that?

If Hayley would hate me for having s*x with Adam, I would regret what I did for the rest of my life.

We were inside the cafeteria chatting and blabbering about things that didn’t even make sense. That was also the time when Adam Matthews stepped inside the cafeteria with his boys who were on the football team. According to Hayley, Adam was the quarterback of the team. I heard Adam Matthews was the team captain of the sport and I didn’t care…until now.

The last thing that I needed to do now was to make any eye contact with him.

“Here comes the hottie,” said Hayley whilst biting her lower lip. “I so want to him inside me. You know that?”

“Yeah sister,” Joan smirked. “We know it,”

“Natalie,” called Hayley. “What’s bothering you?” of course, they were my best friends. They knew if something was bugging me…but I needed to play it safe this time. I didn’t want to put my friendship with Hayley between the lines after all.

“Nothing,” I shook my head and gave them my winning smile.

I knew that Adam knew of my existence ever since he saw me in the bar. Everybody in this school pretty much knew of us…and Adam was no exception.

“Ugh,” Hayley complained. “When is he going to approach me? I’m hot, right?”

“I heard Adam showed no interest in girls,” Joan muttered. “Maybe he’s gay,”

Okay, Joan got it wrong. Adam was definitely not gay. How was I supposed to tell them that? Should I tell them that he was not gay because we had s*x last Friday?

“Well, maybe he’s gay,” I jokingly agreed so that they wouldn’t notice what I was thinking about.

“He is so not gay,” said Hayley. “Just take a look at his build. Do gays have that body? No! Only real guys have them,”

“Okay sister,” Joan said. “You’ve won,”

Then Hayley smirked. Adam Matthews was totally handsome. I already mentioned that he was the most handsome guy I’d ever met in the seventeen years of existence, right? If not, then he was that. Well, that was already an obvious fact. His blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes gave it all away. Not to mention his six pack abs behind his shirt. I didn’t really know why I didn’t want them to know that I had s*x with him. I meant, I was with a group of gals who were not virgins anymore.

I thought that the girls were going to be hotheaded to me for stealing away their ideal man. Well, I just didn’t want to be their target because I was living my own life here and not minding theirs. Well, if I fell in love with him I would extremely say that I had s*x with him and be proud. Well, I loved him. So, what was there to hide?

But our situation was not like that, I liked him yeah, it was because he saved me from that guy. But I didn’t say I love him. I only just knew him for I think two hours and had s*x with him already and I didn’t want to announce to the whole world the fact that I acted like a slut.

That was the difference between like and love.

I was just saying that I only liked him and it was going to be wrong for the people to know that we already did it or was I the only one thinking that? Well, what I thought was mine alone.

“What are you going to wear for tonight’s seniors’ batch party?” asked Joan.

I almost forgot about the party. Well, every year our batch organized some party and enjoyed it. It was going to be held inside the gymnasium. It was like a prom but it did not include the juniors. After an hour inside the party, the batch’s king and queen would be announced already. It was not like the prom where they announced it after the party. And yeah, you didn’t need to wear gowns or something like that. You could wear whatever you wanted but casual fashion rocked.

“As usual,” I said. “Rockin’ shorts, black heels, white t-shirt well, totally rebel,”

I changed styles every day. Sometimes I went punk, girly, and sorts of other things but I liked having the style of a rebel the most.

“Well, dress and sandals that will surely seduce Mr. Adam Matthews,” said Hayley. Here was her addiction for boys again. “You?”

“I’m just going to wear pants, t- shirt, and some vans,” Joan said then Hayley and I shared a look with each other.

This only meant one thing.

“Okay, Joan,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Who’s this boy making you innocent?”

Every time Joan acted all innocent it meant that she was doing her best to be liked by a certain boy. She wanted the guy to see the innocent and good side of her. This only happened once in a lifetime. Nah, just kidding.

“Okay,” she said whilst half smiling. “I know I cannot escape from you guys. He’s Mark Peters,”

“Wait,” Hayley’s eyes widened. “Mark ‘the team captain of the basketball team’ Peters?”

“Yeah, that Mark,” Joan replied. “He accidentally hit my head when they’re practicing while we’re doing the squad,”

You’d heard it right. Joan was the cheerleading captain. This girl got the moves and it was another reason why we were popular. “Good one. Just tell us the details once he made a move on you,” I told her.

***

The party will be held tonight. I wore my shorts, t-shirt, and heels just like I promised my friends. I wore some thick eyeliner on to enhance my style and just wore some lip gloss. I didn’t really know what was going on tonight but I had this feeling that this was going to be great or something like that.

I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs and I was pretty sure that it was my friends. We agreed that we were going to the party together that was why we only used one car. “Hey!” Hayley said and I went inside her Bug. I could go use my parents’ car but we already agreed to this anyway.

We arrived late because that was what cool girls do, arrive late, right? Thirty minutes left and the seniors’ queen and king would be announced.

Last year, Hayley won, whilst before that year, Joan did. So, right now, these two girls expected me to hold the crown. But I didn’t f*****g care about it anyways. It was just some stupid crown that judged a person by its looks and popularity.

We talked and chatted for half an hour and then Joan left us because she said that she was going to dance with Mark Peters. Actually, we were the ones who pushed her to do the thing. After such heartbreak, the girl deserved it.

The student council president went to the stage and said something, “Okay, we’re now going to announce the batch king and queen tonight,” everybody took the effort to widely clap their hands.

“The judging is based on style, appeal, popularity, and intelligence,” that was what I told you a while ago. It was just a stupid crown based on looks and popularity. I meant, everybody was beautiful, why did they need to make some discrimination out of someone? The crown gave no chance to nerds or unrecognized peeps.

“And the batch king is…” the president didn’t need some envelope because it was already obvious that he knew who won, “Adam Matthews,”

I thought so. The last thing that I wanted do was be in the same room as him. The crowd went wild after hearing his name being called from the stage. It was merely predictable. He was the most popular guy in our school. Did I mention that he was also smart? Well, I just heard it from the gossips.

“And the batch queen is…” some spotlights shone right at me and I hated it almost immediately. “Natalie Adams,” I was also popular that was why the crowd also went wild. Who wanted to have this s**t anyway? Even though I didn’t want to receive the crown, Hayley pushed me until I couldn’t control my own body.

That was the time when I was on the stage and found myself looking into Adam’s eyes. They really did sparkle. Did I mention that he was smiling at me and I smiled back? I already made eye contact so what I really didn’t need to do now was talk to him.

Okay, plan. Not talk to him.

“And…” continued the president, “The king and queen are going to start the dance floor,”

I became wide-eyed. I didn’t want to talk to him and they were telling me to dance with him? Insane people, they really got into your nerves.

“And if they don’t dance together,” said the president again, smirking. “The party will be considered over,” we got so many boo’s from the crowd.

They were depending on me, right? I should better do this or else… “Just make sure it’s not a slow dance,” I told the president and he took a nod and gave the DJ a look. Adam offered me his hand which I took. This dance was going to be insane. I was an okay dancer, not that good but not that bad either. I wasn’t that sure if I could pull it off with Adam dancing with me.

According from the gossips, especially from Hayley, Mr. Adam Matthews right here was perfect. He could dance, he could skate, and anything a girl would actually dream a guy would be.

Then the song started.

"My sexy love

So sexy

Mmm,

Hm,

She makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up

Just one touch and I erupt

Like a volcano and cover her with my love

Baby girl you make me say

And I just can't think (of anything else I'd rather do)

Then to hear you sing (sing my name the way you do)

Oh, when we do our thing (when we do the things we do)

Baby girl you make me say,

Sexy love

Girl the things you do (oh baby, baby)

Keep me sprung

Keep me running back to you (oh baby, I)

I love

Making love to you

Baby girl you know your my

Sexy love,”

We started dancing. He was a good dancer and the president signaled the crowd that they could join us, which they did. “I didn’t know you can dance like that,” he said.

“Now you know,” I smirked and continued dancing and so did he. I looked up at him and stared into his sparkling blue eyes. Here it was again. But this time I was not feeling lust or something more similar than that. It was a feeling of admiration.

And I didn’t even know why.