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Just That Kid 4: Tripp

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Chapter 3: Tripp

Another memory.
This one is from school.

My breath was coming quickly. This was the moment of truce. Breylin stared at me, willing me to confess. Tripp stood before me, knowing something was going on.
We didn't have a close friendship yet, Tripp and I, but I felt something for him that I'd felt for nobody else before. It wasn't exactly love, but it was close enough to scare me.
"Tell him, Loren," Breylin urged me, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew my secret. And she was the only one.
Tripp nodded in encouragement. "Tell me, Lore."
My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and this funny tingly feeling was in my throat. I watched the ground. The last thing I wanted was to be judged. Of course, the last thing I want is always the first I get.
"Tripp," I stammered, biting my lip. I looked over my shoulder, noting the empty school yard. "I have a confession to make."
Breylin giggled and covered her mouth, taking in Tripp's reaction.
He grinned, locking my fingers in his. "Yes sir?" His cheeks were blushing, not nearly as red as mine.
The chilly wind blew my dark hair across my eyes, and he brushed it back for me. The touch of his fingers on my face made me shiver. He knew the cold air wasn't the cause.
Suddenly the words spilled from my mouth.
"Tripp, I want you."
Out in the open, they circled around him. He smirked and looked down, then gazed into my eyes.
You girls are probably thinking, "Oh my gosh! How cute!" With the exception of a few guys.
But the guys are sighing and dropping the book, refusing to read such 'gayness'.
Only this isn't a happy memory. It's one that will forever haunt me.
"Loren," Tripp whispered, his green eyes shining. He leaned so close to my face, licking him lips.
I thought he was going to kiss me. I thought my fears were to be forgotten. I smiled back.
Breylin nudged me, stepping back. She wanted me to make some sort of move.
I wanted a kiss.
Tripp did too.
Just before his lips met mine, voices materialized on the other side of the school building. I didn't know what was happening. Tripp kissed me softly before shoving me back into his pretty little blue car.
"Eww! FREAKING GROSS!" He shouted, wiping at his mouth in disgust.
"You okay, Tripp?" Aron Michaels asked, quickly approaching with his jock-posse.
I tried to speak but I couldn't.
"The gay wad KISSED me!" Tripp exclaimed, truly upset over the ordeal.
Breylin rushed to my side, unsure of what to do. Her hands fluttered nervously around me.
Aron nodded, "The little faggot. Come on Tripp, you can hang with us."
The posse cracked up laughing in unison. Tripp turned to walk away with them, but glanced over his shoulder, throwing me sexy expression and a wink.
I didn't know I was crying until I  wiped at the wetness already on my cheeks. I felt my eyes burning, my heart shattering.
Breylin just kind of looked at me, not sure of what to do. She settled for hugging me tightly, as if I were on the edge of a ten story building, about to take the final step.
I only wished.

I have lots of memories of Tripp. He was the first of many, MANY, more to come, but he was the one who showed me how much things can hurt. He was the cause of all the humiliation I would run into.

Who would have known? The first one to ruffle my feathers would also be the open door to a world of continuous torture. Needless to say, I got my revenge, but by accident.
So this was a short section, because i have 2 million and five ideas for this thing, and i can only use so many. BLAH! lol btw, i need some people who like to draw to do some stuff for me :D <3 contact me in some way for details please!!!
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haha are you suuuuuure?