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Can't Break Thru

By Tay

Part 1

I sat in the girls’ locker room with the other cheerleaders, chatting about everything, from boys to clothes. I changed out of my PE uniform back into my school uniform, which was a grey pleated skirt, white knee-highs, a white button-up blouse, a grey blazer, and a grey tie. I had added my own flair here and there, by sewing patches onto my blazer, tying it around my waist, and bunching up the ends of my shirt so that it showed off my stomach. I slipped my brown clogs onto my feet, grabbed my purse, and left. I came up to my locker, and started to get out my books for my next period, when I felt eyes watching me. I turned, and smiled up at my boyfriend, Mitchell, captain of the football team. I of course was head cheerleader, so everyone expected us to date. He leaned down and kissed me roughly, pushing my back against the wall of lockers. After a few minutes, I pulled away. “Nice to see you too, babe,” I said, closing my locker door. “Hey, I’ve got football practice after school, so I’ll come by and pick you up around, let’s say eight?” I giggled. “Are we going to your place again?” I asked. “Yup, my parents are out of town.” I kissed him once more, and walked backwards to class. “See you then!” I called.

I sat down next to my best friend and fellow cheerleader, Stephanie, and took out a protein bar to eat. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re going on another diet,” she moaned. “I have to this time. I ordered a dress for prom, and I have to make sure it fits perfectly.”

“What size?”

“A one.”

I finished the snack just as my Spanish teacher, Senora Mendoza, entered the room. I started taking notes, but those just turned into doodles of heavy items falling on my teachers. “Taylor!” Senora Mendoza snapped. I quickly turned the page to my notes, and forced a small smile. “Sorry, ma’am,” I murmured. “Please, come get your test paper,” she said, more calmly now. I trudged up to her desk, took the paper, and went back to my seat. A big letter F was scrawled across the top in red ink. An F! This was outrageous! I’d never gotten an F!

After class, I marched up to her desk to set this grade straight. “Senora, I’m afraid this was a mistake,” I smiled, handing her the paper. “Now, if you’ll go on and give me my proper grade, then I’ll be out as soon as possible.” She stared at the paper for a second, and pushed it away. “Ms. Foreman, I’m sorry to say this, but that is your proper grade.” My face fell. “Proper grade? I can’t have an F! I’ll be off of the cheer squad…” I was close to tears, and waving the paper frantically. “I’m sorry, but you should have studied. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be going…” I blocked her way. “Is there anything I can do to boost my grade? Please Senora, I’ll do anything…” She sighed. “I suppose I can get someone to tutor you for a few weeks, and you can retake the test…” “Oh, thank you!” I cried. “So, who’ll be my tutor?” She thought for a moment. “James,” she turned to a boy who had been sitting in the back, recopying something. “Would you help Ms. Foreman?” He sighed, and nodded. And with that, Senora was gone.

I turned to the boy called James. He was rather tall, with floppy blonde hair and blue eyes. “So…” I said nervously, shifting my weight. “Do you wanna come over tonight?” “Sure,” he replied. “Okay. I’ll see you then. Do you know where my place is?” “Yeah. I’ve lived next door to you for six years.” I was shocked. I didn’t even know he existed, let alone was my neighbor. “Okay, um, bye.” And with that, I ran out to my car and drove home. I called Mitchell and canceled our date, then went up to change.

I looked myself over in the mirror for a second, deciding on whether I wanted to have some fun tonight or not. I thought of Mitchell, and smiled. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I pulled out a low cut red top, a short denim skirt, and high heeled black sandals. I applied a fresh coat of mascara, a little blush, some smoky blue eye shadow, and pink lipgloss to my face, and stopped. Now I just need to do something to my hair… I stared at it for a second, taking it all in: it was at about my mid-back, straight, layered, and auburn in color. I colored the tips of my hair blue (it came out with shampoo, of course), put some crimps in it, braided one strand, and let it hang in my face.

Just as I finished, I heard the doorbell ring. I answered it, and smiled at the look I got from James. I let him stand there for a second, and only ushered him in when I noticed his gaze was locked on my chest. As he was seating himself on the couch, I pulled him up. “Why don’t we go up to my room?” I asked, running a manicured finger down his jaw line and neck. “S-sure-w-whatever you want,” he stammered. I unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, undid his tie (he was still in uniform), and slung it around his neck. “You look sexier like that,” I whispered, took his hand, and led him upstairs.

“Could you close the door?” I asked with a little smile. James obeyed, and sat next to me on my bed. He opened up his Spanish textbook, and pulled out a bunch of notes. “I’m going to say a word, and you have to use it in a sentence. Then I want you to translate the sentence into Spanish, okay?” “Boring!” I said, and closed the book. “You know, I’m really starting to like you,” I whispered, running my finger along his arm. The hairs prickled to my touch, and he gulped. “Really?” he asked, his lips trembling in suspense. “Yeah, really.” I kissed him gently, and placed his arms around my waist. I opened my mouth a little, welcoming his tongue in, and pushed him onto his back. “Wait a minute.” James pushed me off, and shook his head. “What about your boyfriend?” “Oh, Mitchell?” I asked disgustedly. “What about him?” “I can’t do this when I know you have a boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t have to know…”

“I’m sorry, but it just doesn’t feel right…”

“Fine.” I picked up my mobile and dialed Mitchell’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Mitchell, it’s me, Taylor.”

“Oh, cool! Did you get out of tutoring?”

“No. I just called to say that we’re over.” And with that, I hung up and turned to James.

“That was harsh,” he whispered.

“Well, he had it coming,” I snapped. I knew deep down that he didn’t, and that James was right; I had been really harsh. “Besides,” I cooed, “now I can be with you. I want you, and you want me.” I paused. “You do want me, right?”

“Of course,” he murmured.

“Then it’s settled.” I climbed back on top of him, ready for some fun…

An hour later, James and I were getting dressed. “We never got around to the tutoring,” he said, refastening the clasp of my bra. I slipped my top back on and turned to him. “Well, we’ve still got three more weeks for you to help me ‘study’,” I whispered, running a finger through his hair. He grinned, and checked his watch. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you. See you tomorrow,” he said, climbing through my bedroom window.

The next day at lunch I took a seat next to him and grinned at the look I got from Mitchell. I waved innocently as James wrapped his arm around me and kissed me. Two other guys were sitting with us, named Charlie and Matt. “Er… Mate?” said a boy with spiky blonde hair I knew as Charlie.

“What?”

“Can we get back to discussing our practice…?”

“Huh? Oh, sure. What were we saying?”