High school fuckers

Chapter 4: The Truth

Krissy's Point of View

Laughter was heard all around, blending in to the current song. The air was full of booze, smoke, and sweat. People blended in, living life.

The beat was causing me to move my body. I shook my hips from side to side, not caring about what was going on or who I was doing it with. I was going to be wild and free. After all, I am Kate. I can do whatever I want without any remorse.

"Babe." Blake said a few inches from my face. He had a smirk on perfectly chiseled face. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him. I let him, feeling his hard body touch mine. I felt a fire ignite, lighting my energy.

"Yeah?" I replied, speaking louder than usual because of the loud music.

"Want to go get a drink?" He asked. I nodded. I was parched from the dancing. I honestly had no clue how many songs we danced to. I was enjoying myself with him.

At first it was really awkward. I didn't know where to put my hands or how to move my body with a partner. The only time I ever danced was in my room, alone. Blake noticed my weirdness and put his hands on my hips, helping me move. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him guide me. Then it came so easy, too easy.

I felt carefree in his arms. I forgot all about why I was even here, why I was with him. I was actually having fun, laughing. I was enjoying myself in the bad boy's arms. I ignored the feeling he caused in my stomach, the feeling of my heart beating faster.

"Here you go." He said handing me a red cup with gold liquid. I looked at it. Was this alcohol? I never knew what alcohol was really like until the other party.

"What's this?" I asked him. His blue eyes twinkled in amusement. He smiled before replying.

"Beer." He said taking a drink of his own cup. I stared at the gold liquid. Did I want to drink? Did I want to repeat what happened last time? Do I want to be drunk and hungover again? I wanted to remember everything. I didn't want have to come to another party to yet again to find out what happened between us. I needed to stay sober.

"Is there water?" I asked. He shrugged. Of course he wouldn't know. I made a move to go get it, when he stopped me.

"Let me look." He said taking my cup. He walked over to the bartender. A few moments later, he walked back with a bottle.

"Thank you." I said taking it from him. He smiled, showing me his perfect white teeth. Something about the action made my stomach twist. I didn't like it.

"I'm guessing you want to know what happened." He said sipping on his drink. I nodded. I was dying to know. It was the only reason I was here. After I know, I was leaving. I had no other reason to be here.

"So what happened?" I asked. I played with the water bottle in my hand. I was full of nerves. I wanted him to tell me. I wanted to know if we had s*x. I'm praying we didn't. I want to remember my first time.

"We just talked." He said. I watched him study me. I gave him a blank look. Is he joking with me?

"That's it? No kissing? No s*x?" I asked in disbelief. That does not seem like the bad boy I know, well know of. Something else must have happened that caused him to continue to annoy me.

"No babe. We just talked, although i'm down to do all that." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. I'm pretty sure every other guy is too.

"Well now that I know, I can leave." I said turning around.

"Wait!" He said reaching for my wrist. I felt a spark ignite. That was weird. I tried to wiggle out of his hold. He tightened it.

"What?" I asked him. He looked around, looking nervous.

"Don't go. Let's talk." He said. He let go of my wrist. "Let's go outside."

I contemplated my decision. I had two choices here. I could leave and not look back or I could stay and talk. When was I ever going to hear Blake Tyler ask me to talk again. He thinks i'm Kate. But if I do stay, maybe he'll discover that i'm Krissy. I decided against the latter. You only live once, right?

"Okay." I said. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together, and pulled me out to the backyard. I ignored the sparks that coursed through me as I took in my surroundings.

The backyard was as big as the house. There was a patio with a barbecue area, a gigantic pool with a slide and diving board, a connecting jacuzzi in the corner, a sand volleyball court father in the corner, and a big patch of grass where there were some guys playing football.

Some girls were lounging around the pool while others were splashing in it. A few others were playing sand volleyball. It surprisingly wasn't as packed as inside the house. But then again, it is is the end of fall.

Blake led me to the corner near the grass. There was a few lawn chairs there. We sat down. I looked around not seeing anyone I knew. I was grateful for that. Thank god no one knew me either.

"Kate." Blake said. I turned to look at him. His smile faltered when I looked into his deep blue eyes. We stared into each other's eyes until I broke the connection, looking down at his nose.

"Yeah?" I asked. I watched his adam's apple bop up and down before replying.

"Let's play 20 questions." He suggested. I shrugged. That was not what I was expecting.

"Sure." I said. I knew he was going to ask things that might lead to him finding out i'm truly Krissy. But something in his look, in his features, made me want to tell him everything. I just didn't know why.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

"I'm originally born in Philadelphia but my family moved to Hartford when I was three. Lived here my whole life." I told him. It was true.

My family moved when my dad lost his job. We moved closer to my grandparents and have been near them since. They have helped us in a time of need, which has sadly happened a lot more than we hoped.

My grandparents are on the wealthier side of things. They practically own all of Hartford. My grandpa runs some insurance company that is worldwide. My grandma just stays home. They're both graduates of Yale University. They don't know that i'm trying to go to Harvard. I'm sure they'll want to pay for it all. I don't want them to and neither do my parents.

My mom doesn't get along with her parents. She got pregnant with me when she was a senior in high school. She married dad when they graduated. Her parents never approved of him or their relationship which is why we aren't wealthy like them. Mom and dad rather work hard for what they have, than let our grandparents give them everything. I agree with them too. My grandparents are manipulative and only do things for their own benefit, not caring about the expense of others.

"I've been here all my life too. Although I travel to Miami during spring break. It's your turn to ask a question." Blake chuckled.

"Favorite food." I said. I always thought that based on someone's food is what they're really like. If they liked fast food, they were sweet and down to earth. If one likes high end restaurants and expensive meats, they were, well, a snob.

"I like steak and potatoes from this restaurant in New Haven. We should go sometime." Blake said. I laughed. There was no way I was going on a date with him. He'll just use me until I give him what he wants. And what he wants is obviously s*x.

"Maybe." I said with a smile on my face. I had to act like Kate. I'm sure Kate would love to go on a date with him. She's flirty and outgoing.

"Good. Favorite hobbie?" He asked.

"Reading." I said instantly. I loved to read. Science fiction, romance, teen fiction, historical fiction, I loved anything fiction. My favorite was the romance category. Although I knew that nothing like that would ever happen to me, I still liked reading about it. I liked being surrounded by fictitious characters.

"Didn't peg you for a reader?" He said. He took a sip of his cup before throwing it in the ground. I frowned a little. He was littering.

"Yeah. It's one of my little secrets." I said blushing. I was stunned how easily flirting came when I was with him. I didn't even have to think about it. It came naturally.

I felt a wave of emotion go through me. I didn't like how easily and carefree I felt with him. I can't get attatched. I can't allow him to see the real me; the real me that he wouldn't understand.

"What other secrets do you have?" He smirked. I chuckled. I ignored the feeling in me, replying to his question.

"My turn to ask a question." I said. I looked up to the sky. The moon was shining and stars surrounded it. It was beautiful.

"It's beautiful, isn't it." He said. I looked down and saw him looking at me. My heart felt heavy. The look in his eyes made my stomach tie in knots. This didn't feel right. I shouldn't be feeling this.

"Biggest fear." I said ignoring his previous comment. The feeling inside me did not go away.

"That's easy. Becoming ugly." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Conceited much." I said.

"I'm joking babe. My biggest fear is losing my dad." He said with a bit of sadness in his eyes. It showed a deeper meaning, one he wasn't ready to share.

"I wouldn't be able to live without my parents either." I said easing the tension. The air had grown thick with his response. I wanted out. I wanted this conversation to be light and flirty. "Chocolate is my guilty pleasure."

"What?" He chuckled. The tension broke, creating an easy feeling. I relaxed.

"One of my secrets is that I enjoy chocolate." I said truthfully.

"I don't feel like that's a secret." He chuckled. His laugh was deep, creating a wave of emotions within me. Emotions that I couldn't describe.

"Not everyone knows I love anything chocolate. Only my best friend Mor-" I stopped. I couldn't tell him her name. He'll know who she is and then my secret will be revealed. He can't know i'm Krissy.

"Who?" He asked. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer.

"My best friend Miranda." I said. I'd have to remember that that was her name. Miranda. Morgan's name is now Miranda.

"Does she go to my high school? Wait, do you go to my high school?" He asked. I shook my head. He looked disappointed.

"We live in the next town over. Actually, I should probably go find her. It's getting late and we have a long day tomorrow." I said getting up from the lawn chair. I felt his hand on my wrist, stopping me. My skin burned at his touch.

"When can I see you again?" He asked. His voice was full of hope and sincerity. I shrugged. I didn't know if I was ever going to see him again. I was only at this party to figure out what happened the previous week. I didn't have a reason to be Kate. But something in me was telling me to continue this façade.

I could finally be the teenager i'd always wanted. I wouldn't be judged. I would be loved. People would accept me. Who knew that makeup and clothes could change you into something entirely new.

"I don't know Blake." I said honestly. I looked into his deep blue eyes, seeing sadness in them again. "Soon, I hope."

"Really?" He asked. His excitement radiated onto me. I felt myself smile at his reaction.

"You have my number, use it." I said. I smiled at him. His matching mine. His dimples popped out.

"I will babe. See you soon." He said letting go of my wrist. I smiled, nodding. I then did the unthinkable: I kissed his cheek. My lips burned when we separated.

"Bye Blake." I said. I turned around, leaving him. I ignored the empty feeling in my chest as I looked for Morgan.

Pushing through the crowd of people, I looked for the tall brunette. Since it was past midnight, people were now lingering around. Most of them were all drunk and would not remember tonight. I walked into the kitchen to see her sitting on the counter. She looked sober while holding a bottle of water. She smiled when she saw me walk in. She jumped off, being careful not to break a heel.

"So, how was lover boy?" She smirked. I rolled my eyes, fighting the smile wanting to be on my face.

"I'll tell you in the car. Let's go." I said. She nodded, fishing for her keys from her back pocket. We walked through the drunk teenagers to the front door. we stepped out, inhaling the clean air. The driveway was now empty and the street scarce with cars.

"So, what happened?" Morgan asked once we were safely in her car. I let out a long sigh before replaying everything to her.

"He wants to hangout." I said at the end. Morgan slammed on her breaks. I looked out the windshield, seeing a bright red light in front of us. What a coincidence.

"Are you going to?" She asked. I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. I don't know if I want to. It could be bad news. I don't want to risk him finding out about my true identity. I liked being able to be carefree without anyone judging me.

"I don't know Morg. Maybe he'll forget this whole night." I said sighing. I knew I wouldn't.

"Maybe. Come on. Let's sleep off this night. We'll go to IHOP in the morning." Morgan said parking her car. I looked up seeing her mansion of a house. The lights were all off. Her parents would be fast asleep, knowing her daughter was okay. I opened the car door, following Morgan into her house.

We walked up the numerous stairs before I chucked her heels into the back of her closet. I stripped out of the dress into a big t-shirt and shorts. I didn't bother to take off my makeup. It'd be the last time i'd wear it.

I walked over to her king sized bed, getting in. I snuggled into her memory foam pillows, letting my eyes close and my body relax. I started to drift into sleep when I heard my phone buzz. I opened my eyes to see it moving on the night stand next to my head. I turned to see Morgan passed out next to me. I reached for my phone seeing a text from Blake.

goodnight baby girl. sweet dreams of me(;

I silently chuckled. Blake just had to add that last part in. I locked my phone, putting it back on the night stand. I snuggled back into the comforter, closing my eyes. I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face.