Letting Go Chpt. 5
Thursday, December 10th, 2015 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruddiestbubbles posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
mindcrackloveSomedays are just too weird to comprehend
"Time to get up Dez." Zisteau says, standing in the doorway.
Dezeray groans and flips over. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to face the day. She hears Zisteau laugh and she chucks a pillow at him.
"Come on Dez. You've got an hour till school."
"Fine." Dezeray groans "I'm getting up."
She hears Zisteau close the door and footsteps. She does finally get up and take a quick shower. She finds a thin long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. She was so self conscious about her wrist now. She really was ashamed, but there really wasn't anything she could do about it. She didn't want to, but she couldn't keep control sometimes.
She heads out to the kitchen and takes a seat at the table, where food was already placed. It was simple today, just a bowl of cereal and a cup of orange juice, which she was okay with.
"Are you ready for today?" Zisteau questions, sitting across from Dezeray.
Dezeray shrugs, self consciously pulling at her sleeves. "Maybe."
"Did you?"
Dezeray nods, ashamed.
"How bad?"
Dezeray holds out her arm, tugging back the sleeve. It honestly wasn't bad, but it was startling compared the scars from the older ones.
"I'm not going to lecture you or anything about this. I know that the transition to here has been rough." Zisteau says gently.
"Thanks." Dezeray whispers, unable to truly comprehend how caring Zisteau was.
"Come on Dez, I'm gonna drop you off at school on my way to work." Kurt says, keys in hand.
"Okay."
Dezeray followed Kurt out to his car and climbed in the passenger side. She stared out the window as they drove through the town.
"Hey, don't look so sad." Kurt randomly says.
Dezeray just looks at him for a second.
"What wrong?"
"I'm not really looking forward to today I guess."
"Don't worry about it Dez, you'll be fine."
Dezeray snorts "Sure."
Kurt just sighs, not really knowing how to handle the situation, and continues driving. They arrive at the school after a few minutes. The school was huge and looked rather nice. There are so many students, all so different looking. Dezeray gets out of the car nervously.
"Have a good day Dezzy. Z will be by to pick you up after school." Kurt says with a hesitant smile.
Dezeray waves to Kurt as he drives off. Well, now she was on her own. She didn't know her schedule or how to get anywhere. So this will be fun. She pushes her way through the crowds, getting quite a few looks, which she ignores. She manages to get into the building and find the main office.
"Um... excuse me." Dezeray says nervously, standing in front of the main desk.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The lady behind the desk asks.
"I'm new here."
"Ah, you just be Dezeray, I'll get your schedule"
The lady comes back and hands Dezeray a piece of paper. "Your locker is listed on there as well. Class starts at seven fifty, try not to be late."
"Thanks." Dezeray says with a nod, making her way back to the crowded hallway.
Dezeray looks around hopelessly. She didn't even know where to start. God was this gonna be a long day.
"You seem lost, can I help?" A student asks Dezeray.
"Uh... yeah... thanks." Dezeray replies awkwardly.
"Let me see your schedule."
Dezeray hands him the schedule. She takes a moment to look at him. He was fairly tall and has short brown hair and blue eyes.
"Your locker is just this way." He says, pointing to a hallway and heading that way.
Dezeray quickly follows after him. He expertly weaved through the crowds and eventually stops at a locker, Which she guessed was hers.
"I'm MC, by the way." He says.
"I'm Dezeray." She replies, opening her locker.
"Are you new to town?"
"Yeah, just moved here Friday."
"Where'd you move from?"
"The west coast."
"Wow, that's a big move. Why, if I may ask?"
"I got moved to a new family."
A confused look crosses MC's face "New family?"
"I'm in foster care."
"Oh...."
"It's ok, I don't find talking about it awkward."
"Alright. Well, we have the same first hour, so why don't we head there together."
"Okay." Dezeray says with a hesitant smile.
MC seemed so cheery and happy. He seemed so nice too. Dezeray wasn't really sure how to handle this situation, to be honest. They reach a room and head in. The classroom was pretty big and was already full of students. All of the others were messing around or talking gossip, by the looks of it. MC wanders off to talk to the teacher, leaving Dezeray standing awkwardly in the back of the classroom. She noticed a guy was staring at her. All she could do was stare as the boy of her dreams stared back. He has long brown hair and smokey grey eyes with flecks of gold. He smiled at Dezeray and walked over.
"Hey cutie, you new?" He asks, his voice deep and husky.
"Uh... I.... yeah... I am." She manages to scrap together a response.
"I'm Max."
"Dezeray."
"Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
He was such a charmer, Dezeray realized. She also realized just how much she wanted to kiss him. Or maybe just hug him.
"Hey Dezeray, your seat is next to mine." MC says, pulling her out of her trance.
"....Right."
She waves to Max and follows MC over to their seats.
"I'm just warning you now, Dezeray. You don't want to get involved with Max. He's not very.... good, I guess." MC says.
"But he seems nice and cute. God I already have a crush on him." Dezeray says, glancing over at Max who was on the other side of the room.
Max noticed and cast his amazing eyes on Dezeray and winked, causing her to blush.
"Fine, but just so it's clear, I warned you."
MC seemed like he really did want to protect Dezeray, like any friend would. But, he also seemed like he wanted to let her do what she wanted.
"I'll try to be careful MC. I'll avoid him, but only because you say he's not that great." Dezeray says, glancing back at MC.
A relieved look crossed MC's face as he sighed. "Great!"
Dezeray laughed at MC's cheeriness. It was nice, already feeling like she had a friend, though she probably wouldn't end up ever actually trusting him, just like every other friend she'd had. Though, she'd probably be moved to another family soon enough; that's what always happened.
Class began and Dezeray was introduced. This class was physics, which she wasn't really the best at, but oh well, not like it mattered. She cared about school, of course, but she just didn't feel like partaking in it today. At many points during class, MC kept making jokes in a whispered voice. It was all Dezeray could do to keep from giggling loudly. She kept sending MC half hearted glares, though she didn't care if they got in trouble, for this was far too funny.
After class, Dezeray stared at her schedule confused, she didn't know how to get to her next class. She hears MC laugh beside her and grab her schedule.
"Come on, I'll escort you."
Dezeray smiles slightly, and follows MC to her next class. He left with a smile and a wave. She headed into the classroom and sat in an empty seat. She looked around the classroom, seeing that there weren't many people she recognized from her first hour.
"Hiya cutie." Comes a familiar voice as max sits down beside Dezeray.
Dezeray sighs "Hi Max."
Dezeray wasn't going to break the promise she made to MC. She didn't want to betray his trust, for trust is important, though she never trusted anyone. Maybe that was her problem; she couldn't trust anyone. Maybe that's why she never made friends. Maybe that's why she could never get close to anyone.
"Dezeray?" Max asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm?"
"You zoned out cutie."
God did she wish he'd stop calling her cutie. It definitely didn't help how attracted she was to him.
"Alright class, lets get started." The teacher states.
It wasn't until we had time to work on our homework, that Max spoke to Dezeray again, though he wasn't just speaking. Max grabbed Dezeray's hand, stroking it gently.
"You're so pretty." Max says, his voice deeper than earlier, obviously trying to sound seductive.
Dezeray rolls her eyes and continues her work, attempting to ignore him, even though his grey gold gaze was mesmerizing.
"Oh come on Dezzy, don't ignore me." Max continues, brushing a couple strands of hair from her face.
God did it feel amazing, his, surprisingly soft, hand brushing across her skin. She shuddered, unable to keep these new feelings at bay. They had popped up so quickly. She'd never taken a liking to someone this quickly. And god did she want this. But, she didn't want to betray MC. Though, could she really trust him? The bell rang, pulling Dezeray out of her thoughts. Max grabs her hand, leading her from the classroom. The second they're in the hallway, Max backs Dezeray against a locker; his hands wandered up her shirt, grouping her breasts. She gasped, which was quickly cut of by a kiss; hard, demanding, and oh so wonderful. He finally pulled away.
"I'll catch you later cutie." Max says with a wink, walking away.
Dezeray leaned back against the locker, bliss clouding her thoughts. God was that amazing. She'd never wanted anything more in her life then to kiss him again.
"Dezeray?" MC's voice drifts to her, cutting through the thick fog.
"Huh?" Dezeray asks, still feeling dazed.
"You ok?"
"I... uh..."
"Max, huh?"
"Uh huh." Dezeray says with a nod.
"Come on, we can talk over lunch." MC says, grabbing Dezeray's arm and dragging the dazed girl along.
They both got lunch and found an empty table. It was quiet for a while, but MC eventually spoke.
"So, how did it happen?"
"He kept flirting with me during class and then he pulled me out to the hallway and... uh... kissed me and.... stuff." Dezeray says awkwardly.
"He does this to every pretty girl Dez. Calls 'em pretty and gets them to like him."
"But he makes me feel... I dunno... wanted?"
"Wanted?" MC questions
"I've had... a bit of a rough life....." Dezeray says vaguely, not really wanting to talk about it.
"Dezeray.... that's no reason to throw yourself at someone like Max. You're better off without him."
"I dunno...." Dezeray says, a million insecurities settling in her mind.
"Just promise me you'll think before you act." MC says, being very serious, and taking Dezeray's hands in his own, in a friend like way.
Dezeray smiles slightly, glancing at their hands. Her wrist was showing slightly and she hoped to god MC wouldn't notice.
"Promise." Dezeray responds.
"Dez.... why?" MC asks, moving her sleeve to look at her wrist.
"I... I don't know." Dezeray replies sadly.
"It's ok Dez, whatever caused this, I'm positive it'll be ok."
Dezeray couldn't comprehend how amazing, supportive, and nice MC was. He was exactly what she needed. A real friend. One that would be the for her. After lunch, the rest of school went rather fast, thankfully. It had been a long, weird day, and she was quite thankful to get to go home. She stood outside the school, looking for Zisteau. He was probably running late, which wouldn't shock Dezeray, honestly.
"Hiya cutie." Says an all to familiar voice.
"Max... hey..." Dezeray says, remembering what MC had told her.
"I was thinking, you, me, dinner."
"I... uh.."
Before Dezeray could even form a proper answer, Max put his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. She kisses back immediately, her mind going blank.
"Great! I'll tell you the details tomorrow." Max says with a smile after he pulls away.
Dezeray watches him walk away. What had she gotten herself into? She finally sees Zisteau's car and heads that way. She climbs in and gets buckled.
"Who was that?" Zisteau asks sounding defensive.
"Max" Was all Dezeray says.
"I don't know if I approve of this."
"I don't know if I do either."
"What?"
"MC said he's not the best person.... but god I am I so attracted to him."
Zisteau sighs. "Lets just hope this doesn't end like my last girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? I thought you were gay."
"Heh, she's the reason I turned gay."
Dezeray laughs at that. Zisteau sure did have some interesting stories, as she'd learned over the past few days. Today had been quite interesting, to say the least, but wasn't that honestly expected?
"Time to get up Dez." Zisteau says, standing in the doorway.
Dezeray groans and flips over. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to face the day. She hears Zisteau laugh and she chucks a pillow at him.
"Come on Dez. You've got an hour till school."
"Fine." Dezeray groans "I'm getting up."
She hears Zisteau close the door and footsteps. She does finally get up and take a quick shower. She finds a thin long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. She was so self conscious about her wrist now. She really was ashamed, but there really wasn't anything she could do about it. She didn't want to, but she couldn't keep control sometimes.
She heads out to the kitchen and takes a seat at the table, where food was already placed. It was simple today, just a bowl of cereal and a cup of orange juice, which she was okay with.
"Are you ready for today?" Zisteau questions, sitting across from Dezeray.
Dezeray shrugs, self consciously pulling at her sleeves. "Maybe."
"Did you?"
Dezeray nods, ashamed.
"How bad?"
Dezeray holds out her arm, tugging back the sleeve. It honestly wasn't bad, but it was startling compared the scars from the older ones.
"I'm not going to lecture you or anything about this. I know that the transition to here has been rough." Zisteau says gently.
"Thanks." Dezeray whispers, unable to truly comprehend how caring Zisteau was.
"Come on Dez, I'm gonna drop you off at school on my way to work." Kurt says, keys in hand.
"Okay."
Dezeray followed Kurt out to his car and climbed in the passenger side. She stared out the window as they drove through the town.
"Hey, don't look so sad." Kurt randomly says.
Dezeray just looks at him for a second.
"What wrong?"
"I'm not really looking forward to today I guess."
"Don't worry about it Dez, you'll be fine."
Dezeray snorts "Sure."
Kurt just sighs, not really knowing how to handle the situation, and continues driving. They arrive at the school after a few minutes. The school was huge and looked rather nice. There are so many students, all so different looking. Dezeray gets out of the car nervously.
"Have a good day Dezzy. Z will be by to pick you up after school." Kurt says with a hesitant smile.
Dezeray waves to Kurt as he drives off. Well, now she was on her own. She didn't know her schedule or how to get anywhere. So this will be fun. She pushes her way through the crowds, getting quite a few looks, which she ignores. She manages to get into the building and find the main office.
"Um... excuse me." Dezeray says nervously, standing in front of the main desk.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The lady behind the desk asks.
"I'm new here."
"Ah, you just be Dezeray, I'll get your schedule"
The lady comes back and hands Dezeray a piece of paper. "Your locker is listed on there as well. Class starts at seven fifty, try not to be late."
"Thanks." Dezeray says with a nod, making her way back to the crowded hallway.
Dezeray looks around hopelessly. She didn't even know where to start. God was this gonna be a long day.
"You seem lost, can I help?" A student asks Dezeray.
"Uh... yeah... thanks." Dezeray replies awkwardly.
"Let me see your schedule."
Dezeray hands him the schedule. She takes a moment to look at him. He was fairly tall and has short brown hair and blue eyes.
"Your locker is just this way." He says, pointing to a hallway and heading that way.
Dezeray quickly follows after him. He expertly weaved through the crowds and eventually stops at a locker, Which she guessed was hers.
"I'm MC, by the way." He says.
"I'm Dezeray." She replies, opening her locker.
"Are you new to town?"
"Yeah, just moved here Friday."
"Where'd you move from?"
"The west coast."
"Wow, that's a big move. Why, if I may ask?"
"I got moved to a new family."
A confused look crosses MC's face "New family?"
"I'm in foster care."
"Oh...."
"It's ok, I don't find talking about it awkward."
"Alright. Well, we have the same first hour, so why don't we head there together."
"Okay." Dezeray says with a hesitant smile.
MC seemed so cheery and happy. He seemed so nice too. Dezeray wasn't really sure how to handle this situation, to be honest. They reach a room and head in. The classroom was pretty big and was already full of students. All of the others were messing around or talking gossip, by the looks of it. MC wanders off to talk to the teacher, leaving Dezeray standing awkwardly in the back of the classroom. She noticed a guy was staring at her. All she could do was stare as the boy of her dreams stared back. He has long brown hair and smokey grey eyes with flecks of gold. He smiled at Dezeray and walked over.
"Hey cutie, you new?" He asks, his voice deep and husky.
"Uh... I.... yeah... I am." She manages to scrap together a response.
"I'm Max."
"Dezeray."
"Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
He was such a charmer, Dezeray realized. She also realized just how much she wanted to kiss him. Or maybe just hug him.
"Hey Dezeray, your seat is next to mine." MC says, pulling her out of her trance.
"....Right."
She waves to Max and follows MC over to their seats.
"I'm just warning you now, Dezeray. You don't want to get involved with Max. He's not very.... good, I guess." MC says.
"But he seems nice and cute. God I already have a crush on him." Dezeray says, glancing over at Max who was on the other side of the room.
Max noticed and cast his amazing eyes on Dezeray and winked, causing her to blush.
"Fine, but just so it's clear, I warned you."
MC seemed like he really did want to protect Dezeray, like any friend would. But, he also seemed like he wanted to let her do what she wanted.
"I'll try to be careful MC. I'll avoid him, but only because you say he's not that great." Dezeray says, glancing back at MC.
A relieved look crossed MC's face as he sighed. "Great!"
Dezeray laughed at MC's cheeriness. It was nice, already feeling like she had a friend, though she probably wouldn't end up ever actually trusting him, just like every other friend she'd had. Though, she'd probably be moved to another family soon enough; that's what always happened.
Class began and Dezeray was introduced. This class was physics, which she wasn't really the best at, but oh well, not like it mattered. She cared about school, of course, but she just didn't feel like partaking in it today. At many points during class, MC kept making jokes in a whispered voice. It was all Dezeray could do to keep from giggling loudly. She kept sending MC half hearted glares, though she didn't care if they got in trouble, for this was far too funny.
After class, Dezeray stared at her schedule confused, she didn't know how to get to her next class. She hears MC laugh beside her and grab her schedule.
"Come on, I'll escort you."
Dezeray smiles slightly, and follows MC to her next class. He left with a smile and a wave. She headed into the classroom and sat in an empty seat. She looked around the classroom, seeing that there weren't many people she recognized from her first hour.
"Hiya cutie." Comes a familiar voice as max sits down beside Dezeray.
Dezeray sighs "Hi Max."
Dezeray wasn't going to break the promise she made to MC. She didn't want to betray his trust, for trust is important, though she never trusted anyone. Maybe that was her problem; she couldn't trust anyone. Maybe that's why she never made friends. Maybe that's why she could never get close to anyone.
"Dezeray?" Max asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm?"
"You zoned out cutie."
God did she wish he'd stop calling her cutie. It definitely didn't help how attracted she was to him.
"Alright class, lets get started." The teacher states.
It wasn't until we had time to work on our homework, that Max spoke to Dezeray again, though he wasn't just speaking. Max grabbed Dezeray's hand, stroking it gently.
"You're so pretty." Max says, his voice deeper than earlier, obviously trying to sound seductive.
Dezeray rolls her eyes and continues her work, attempting to ignore him, even though his grey gold gaze was mesmerizing.
"Oh come on Dezzy, don't ignore me." Max continues, brushing a couple strands of hair from her face.
God did it feel amazing, his, surprisingly soft, hand brushing across her skin. She shuddered, unable to keep these new feelings at bay. They had popped up so quickly. She'd never taken a liking to someone this quickly. And god did she want this. But, she didn't want to betray MC. Though, could she really trust him? The bell rang, pulling Dezeray out of her thoughts. Max grabs her hand, leading her from the classroom. The second they're in the hallway, Max backs Dezeray against a locker; his hands wandered up her shirt, grouping her breasts. She gasped, which was quickly cut of by a kiss; hard, demanding, and oh so wonderful. He finally pulled away.
"I'll catch you later cutie." Max says with a wink, walking away.
Dezeray leaned back against the locker, bliss clouding her thoughts. God was that amazing. She'd never wanted anything more in her life then to kiss him again.
"Dezeray?" MC's voice drifts to her, cutting through the thick fog.
"Huh?" Dezeray asks, still feeling dazed.
"You ok?"
"I... uh..."
"Max, huh?"
"Uh huh." Dezeray says with a nod.
"Come on, we can talk over lunch." MC says, grabbing Dezeray's arm and dragging the dazed girl along.
They both got lunch and found an empty table. It was quiet for a while, but MC eventually spoke.
"So, how did it happen?"
"He kept flirting with me during class and then he pulled me out to the hallway and... uh... kissed me and.... stuff." Dezeray says awkwardly.
"He does this to every pretty girl Dez. Calls 'em pretty and gets them to like him."
"But he makes me feel... I dunno... wanted?"
"Wanted?" MC questions
"I've had... a bit of a rough life....." Dezeray says vaguely, not really wanting to talk about it.
"Dezeray.... that's no reason to throw yourself at someone like Max. You're better off without him."
"I dunno...." Dezeray says, a million insecurities settling in her mind.
"Just promise me you'll think before you act." MC says, being very serious, and taking Dezeray's hands in his own, in a friend like way.
Dezeray smiles slightly, glancing at their hands. Her wrist was showing slightly and she hoped to god MC wouldn't notice.
"Promise." Dezeray responds.
"Dez.... why?" MC asks, moving her sleeve to look at her wrist.
"I... I don't know." Dezeray replies sadly.
"It's ok Dez, whatever caused this, I'm positive it'll be ok."
Dezeray couldn't comprehend how amazing, supportive, and nice MC was. He was exactly what she needed. A real friend. One that would be the for her. After lunch, the rest of school went rather fast, thankfully. It had been a long, weird day, and she was quite thankful to get to go home. She stood outside the school, looking for Zisteau. He was probably running late, which wouldn't shock Dezeray, honestly.
"Hiya cutie." Says an all to familiar voice.
"Max... hey..." Dezeray says, remembering what MC had told her.
"I was thinking, you, me, dinner."
"I... uh.."
Before Dezeray could even form a proper answer, Max put his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. She kisses back immediately, her mind going blank.
"Great! I'll tell you the details tomorrow." Max says with a smile after he pulls away.
Dezeray watches him walk away. What had she gotten herself into? She finally sees Zisteau's car and heads that way. She climbs in and gets buckled.
"Who was that?" Zisteau asks sounding defensive.
"Max" Was all Dezeray says.
"I don't know if I approve of this."
"I don't know if I do either."
"What?"
"MC said he's not the best person.... but god I am I so attracted to him."
Zisteau sighs. "Lets just hope this doesn't end like my last girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? I thought you were gay."
"Heh, she's the reason I turned gay."
Dezeray laughs at that. Zisteau sure did have some interesting stories, as she'd learned over the past few days. Today had been quite interesting, to say the least, but wasn't that honestly expected?
no subject
Date: Friday, December 11th, 2015 07:46 am (UTC)I feel like there may have been some improvements in this chapter. Maybe. I don't want to get my hopes up too high. But I like MC.
-the lurkiest lurker
no subject
Date: Friday, December 11th, 2015 12:14 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!