Keatyn Unscripted (The Keatyn Chronicles Book 8)

by Jillian Dodd

  Walk into ceramics. Embarrassed as shit. Put my bag down at the table I share with Bryce and Jake. Neither of them is here yet. Maybe I will get lucky, and they are both sick today.

  Bryce strolls in, Jake right behind him.

  Shit.

  What am I supposed to say? Do I apologize for probably puking on him? Or should I pretend I was soooo drunk I don’t remember. Like I’m thinking I may go the I’m so blonde, and I was soooooo drunk route. Do some giggling, flirting. But truth is, I’m not in the best mood ever, so I will probably go the poor pathetic, feel sorry for me, my boyfriend dumped me, and I got drunk, and I feel so bad route. Since I won’t even have to act that one out. It’s just the truth.

  Bryce walks up, pats me on the back and says, “How we feeling there, slugger?”

  I keep my head down and groan slightly. That way I don’t have to look anyone in the eyes.

  Jake bumps my side with his hip. I turn to look at him. He is smiling at me, and he is really cute. He nods his head at me, “Uh, so.....last night was, um, interesting.”

  “I’m told I may have puked on you. If that’s the case, I’m very sorry and extremely embarrassed.”

  “That’s kinda my fault. You told me you didn’t feel good. I didn’t want to stop kissing you though. I was pretty drunk myself.”

  “Then hopefully you don’t remember some of the things I may have said.”

  His face lights up in a smile, and he blushes a little. “Oh, that I do remember. What’s up with that?”

  “I decided last night I’m going to become a slut. Just hookup, have fun, no strings. Strings do nothing but get you hurt.” I sigh, big.

  Jake leans his arm on the table next to me, puts his fist under his chin. “You don’t really seem like that type of girl.”

  “Well I haven’t been, but I’m thinking it makes sense.”

  “You’re a good kisser.”

  “From what I remember, you are too. I heard Peyton wants you back.”

  “Yeah, and she was pisssseddddd I was kissing you. But what she did to both of us, pretty much sucked. So I don’t really care.”

  “Do you want her back?”

  “I don’t know. Maggie and I had fun the other day. And making out with you was a whole lot of fun. I’m thinking I just want to be single. Unless she decides she like really wants me. And like wants to make it up to me kind of thing.”

  Bryce asks, “So you gonna get back together with Dawes?”

  “I don’t know. It hurt that he did that. Like he told me he would never, and then he did.”

  “Sucks, I’m glad you showed me the texts.”

  Bryce interrupts and says, “Plus, we got the video, so, ya know, some good came out of it.”

  “My mom made me show her the video.”

  “Oh. Wow. Did she get mad?”

  “She said as long as I was like acting as a slut, not actually being a slut, it was okay. Shit. Last night I wanted to be one.” I put my hands in my face. “I hate boys.”

  “Better not hate us.”

  “Better never date me then.”

  I’ll think of something

  Lunch

  I sit down at a table all by myself. I don’t want to have company today. I want to wallow in aloneness.

  This is the kind of day when you wish you could stay home from school and pretend to be sick. I suppose I could’ve pretended to be sick. Maybe I still can.

  Dawson sits down next to me. “We need to talk, seriously.”

  “Yeah, I’m really not in the mood for that right now.”

  “When? After school? Please, Keatie?”

  “Dawson, you don’t even get it do you? Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to go home without you? My parents were expecting to meet you, and instead I have to tell them that the guy I’m going out with, that I’m having sex with, who told me he loved me and couldn’t wait to meet my family, isn’t coming because the girl he dated five months ago sent him some texts saying she wanted him back? Especially when I told them I was worried you would do that, and that you swore to me it would never happen? I have never felt so embarrassed of my decisions in my life.”

  “Jeeze, I know, okay. How would you feel if your surfer dude did that to you? Told you he wanted you back.”

  “Um, he did. Remember? You were with me. I told him I was happy with my boyfriend. That I was happy with you.”

  “Oh, yeah. Look, I’m soo soo sorry. I got caught up in it. It was like I wanted it for so long, and then when she finally wanted me, I just, I thought I needed to see. But what I realized is you are what makes me the me I am now. I’m so much happier with you than I ever was with her.”

  “Yeah, but not happy enough to stand up for me when she was slamming me. Not happy enough to tell her no. Not happy enough to go with me. What you did sucked. It hurt me. And I’m not over it. Sorry. You chose the path, I’m just trying to deal with it. Really, I just want to sit alone. Never mind, you stay. I’m leaving.” I start to get up.

  “You made out with Jake last night. And kissed Bryce.”

  “Yep. I also kissed Dallas. Single girls can do that. And I know you kissed Peyton this weekend.”

  “Yeah, well a couple times. Didn’t feel the same.”

  “I can’t do this right now, Dawson, seriously, I can’t. I feel like shit. And I don’t want to start crying in the middle of the cafe. Please, I’m embarrassed enough by all of this as it is.”

  “You were drunk last night.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Tonight. After practice. We’re going to talk. Please.”

  “I don’t know what else there is to say.”

  “I’ll think of something.”

  Seal off.

  French

  “My sister feels bad about you and Dawson. I think she thought you would take him back.”

  “She should feel bad. She broke us up.”

  “Are you mad at me?”

  “Are you happy Dawson and I broke up?”

  He grins, “Well yeah, but I have my own reasons for that.”

  “Well that sucks cuz it hurt me. And if you were at all interested in me as a person, you wouldn’t want to see me hurt.”

  “I heard you were pretty drunk last night. That why you’re so crabby today?”

  “Seal off, Aiden.”

  Annie passes me a note. It says, We all need a girl’s night tonight.

  I write back. Please bring chocolate!

  I’m above this shit.

  Freaking Dance

  Stretched, did our routines, learned part of a new one we are planning to use in a competition coming up in December, listened to Peyton talk about sisterhood and treating our fellow dancers with respect.

  I about barfed and nearly said, Are you fucking serious?

  But instead I tried to take the high road and treat her with the respect she didn’t have for me.

  I’m above this shit.

  Sorta. That or I am still too hungover to care.

  I’m justing shutting my locker, ready to leave, when she says, “Can I talk to you?”

  “Um, I know you’re my big sister and captain and all, but I’d prefer not to speak to you right now.”

  “Look, he just looked happy with you, okay? I was jealous of it. The way he looked at you, the way he kissed you, I thought it could be that way with us. Truth is, it was never that way with us. We kissed this weekend. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t at all right. Then he got all upset and cried. He cried because he was so worried he totally screwed it up with you. He loves you. Do you know how bad I feel?”

  “I’m pretty sure I feel worse, but thanks. Glad to know your breaking us up was for nothing. It makes me feel so much better.”

  “You made out with Jake last night.”

  “And there’s nothing wrong with that. We’re both single. Because of you.”

  Like I touched it. (Just this title makes me giggle.)

  6pm

  In my dorm room, with the girls, happily
munching on the pizza they ordered. They were sweet and ordered me a veggie pizza on whole wheat crust with ricotta cheese. My favorite healthy pizza. Plus, it meant I didn’t have to deal with the stress of the cafe at dinner.

  Dawson texted me, reminded me that we are supposed to talk. I told him I was having a girl’s night. We could talk later maybe.

  So, I need updates on everyone’s weekend,” I tell them.

  Maggie giggles, “So what do you guys think of Jake? Do you think I could have a chance with him?”

  Annie says, “He is super cute. You know him best, what do you think of him, Keatyn?”

  “Well up front, I am going to tell you that I made out with him last night. We were both drunk and sorta getting back at Dawson and Peyton. We talked about it today, it means nothing and plus, I puked on him.”

  Katie cries, “You went to a party without me?”

  “Yeah, sorry, I went with Riley. I decided to become a slut.”

  Annie, who is still a virgin says with big eyes, “Really??”

  “Well it sounded like a good idea to me last night, but truth is, I can’t do that. I have to like a guy. I want to only do that with guys I like. And hopefully, love.”

  “Ace and I went a little further,” Annie almost whispers.

  “A little further?”

  “Well, yeah, just a little. Like I touched it.” (Hahaha)

  We all scream and laugh.

  “And?” I say.

  “It seems very big. Like I didn’t realize they get so big. I can not imagine that thing inside me.”

  Maggie laughs, “Oh, it will fit just fine. Are you thinking about doing it with him?”

  “Well, I mean, I have thought about it. I’m not ready yet, but I’ve thought about it.”

  I tell her, “Trust me on this. Wait. Wait until you think you can’t wait any longer, and then wait some more.”

  Katie says, “I’m surprised to hear you say that. I thought you would be encouraging her to. I thought whatever it was you did with Dawson was great.”

  “It was great with Dawson. Sex stuff feels good. It can be great, but I think it makes you think you are sort of in love with the person. It can confuse things. I think maybe Dawson thought he loved me because that was good and exciting. But then when it came down to it, he didn’t really love me. Same with Brooklyn. He said he loved me, we did it, then he didn’t even respect me enough not to basically screw someone else in front of me. I think if I ever do it again, it’s going to be with a boy that I know loves me.”

  Annie says, “But that’s the problem isn’t it? The knowing.”

  “Yes, that’s the problem.”

  “So I should wait?”

  “You should definitely wait. And Maggie, back to Jake. He told me that he thinks you are really cute, called you Mags, and said he wants to hang out with you.”

  “REALLY!!! Ohmigawd!!!!! When did he say that?”

  “Like yesterday, or maybe today. I forget. He says he’s not looking for a relationship though, so you’d need to be careful. And he doesn’t have a homecoming date anymore.”

  “I would die if he asked me to homecoming.”

  Annie tells us, “Ace asked me to homecoming. I’ve been dying to tell you all.”

  Maggie hugs her, “That’s awesome. Maybe if Jake asks me, we can like all go together. That would be so fun!”

  “Carson hasn’t asked me yet. And we made out all weekend. I’m bummed.”

  “I know he doesn’t have a date yet. But neither do most of the freshman boys. They’ve all been talking about going stag and dancing like with everyone.”

  “I want a date. Keatyn, set me up with someone. I want pictures with a cute boy!”

  “I”ll see what I can do.”

  My phone buzzes at seven.

  Hottie God: In library, you’re not here.

  Me: You’re gonna have to go it alone tonight. I’m not up for it.

  Hottie God: Just come talk to me then.

  Me: I have no makeup on, my hair is in a messed up bun, and I’m wearing Riley’s huge T-shirt and spandex shorts. I’m not going anywhere.

  Hottie God: Then I’m coming to you.

  Me: No.

  Hottie God: You missed the monthly birthday celebration at dinner tonight. I have cake for you. Double layer chocolate.

  Me: Fine. But I’m warning you. I look scary.

  Hottie God: I can handle it. Meet me outside your dorm in two.

  Me: :)

  “Aiden is bringing me cake. I have to go outside.”

  “You can’t see the hottie god with no makeup. Quick, put some on.”

  “Naw, I don’t care.”

  Annie says, “You must be really upset about Dawson, if you don’t care.”

  “I am really upset about Dawson, wouldn’t y’all be?”

  “We were afraid to bring it up. How was your weekend with Dallas and Riley? Like we saw the video. You looked amazing, by the way. Super sexy. We were all kinda shocked,” Maggie tells me.

  “Yeah, and what has Dawson said?” Katie asks.

  Annie, our resident facebook addict says, “Wow, have you been reading all his facebook status while you were gone? If I were Peyton, I’d feel like complete shit. Everyone knew she wanted to get back together with him, and then he posted all those statuses.”

  “I didn’t read them. I don’t think I want to.”

  “Go eat cake, when you get back, we’ll read then together,” Annie says sweetly.

  It’s a peace offering.

  7:04

  “So cake, huh?”

  “Come here,” he leads me down to a bench, just off to the side of the entrance. Spreads out a napkin and sets the paper plate down on his lap, hand me a fork. “Dig in.”

  I take a big bite. I look like shit, I’m not gonna impress him with my manners either.

  “Oh. Wow. Oh, yummmmm. This is goooood cake.”

  “Told ya.”

  I take another forkful, hold it up to his mouth. He opens his mouth, and I put the cake in. “It is really good, but I already had a piece. This is for you.”

  “Why did you get me cake?”

  He looks puzzled. “I saw you weren’t at dinner, thought it was nice. Is it not nice?”

  I take another bite, almost groan in ecstasy and then say, “It’s very nice. But a lot of girls missed dinner. Did you get them all cake?”

  He frowns at me. “No, I didn’t get them all cake. I’m sorry I made you mad in french today.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve sorta had a rough couple of days. And I just didn’t want to hear about your sister. She talked to me in dance. I was kinda mean to her, but she kinda deserves it.”

  “I’d agree with that. She likes you though, in spite of everything. I hope you two get to be friends.”

  “Why?”

  “She’s my sister. We’re close. I want you to like her. I want you to like me.”

  “Aiden. I’m done with boys. Seriously. Let’s be friends, if you want.”

  “That’s why I brought cake, Boots. It’s a peace offering. Get it? Piece of cake, Peace offering?”

  “I get it, and I like both kinds of peace.”

  “Good. Remember that in a few minutes.”

  “Why......?” I start to say, but I can’t finish because his lips are on mine. He gives me another one of his slow, electrifying kisses. Our lips touch, they barely move, they don’t have to. Just touching Aiden is somehow enough.

  The kiss ends somehow. He must have ended it. I know there’s no way I pulled away from that. I’m still sitting frozen in the spot.

  “You mad?”

  “How could I be mad at that?”

  He gets up, hands me the remaining cake, “For once, I’m gonna end on a good note. Night, Boots.”

  “Night, Aiden,” I say wistfully. (I’m swooning. Although I tend to swoon in pretty much every scene Aiden is in.)

  Back in my dorm room. I eat a few more bites of cake, and then let the girls dig in. “Oh my
gosh. We are NEVER missing cake night again!”

  “So, that was sweet of Aiden. To bring you cake,” Katie gushes. “I wish a boy would bring me cake.”

  “Yeah it was. He kissed me too. And we didn’t fight about anything.”

  “Like made out or kissed?” Maggie asks, her mouth still full of chocolate.

  “Just one of his super slow, lips barely touch, amazing kisses.”

  “But your done with boys still?”

  “Definitely, but I mean, he brought us cake. He deserved a kiss don’t you think?”

  “I’d do more than kiss for cake this good,” Maggie laughs.

  “You’re bad.”

  She grins. “I wish.”

  Annie is holding up her laptop with Dawson’s profile page. His profile pic is one of him and me pre-kiss on the bench.

  “Do you want to read them, or shall I read them to you?”

  “Read them out loud, so we can figure out what they mean.”

  “Okay, we’ll start on Friday night. After you left he said, So confused. Then later that night, I really screwed up
  “Aw, that was sweet, Annie, and I can’t believe Brooklyn said that.”

  “Let’s see. Then on Saturday morning he said, Everyone says I finally got what I wanted and to see what happens. So gonna do that. Then later that day, after I know they had lunch together and hung out he says, It’s just not the same. I miss my Keatie.

  Maggie says, “If I was Peyton, that would have made me feel like crap.”

  Okay, so then he posted on your wall again. I miss you, and then a broken heart. Then we all know that he and Peyton were at the party together and they kissed. Apparently when he got home from that he wrote, The past is history. Then on Sunday. Counting down the hours til I can apologize in person. Then Sunday night he wrote, Love her kisses. Then later like 1am he wrote, Love sucks.