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[ semester boy ]

𝐓𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. "It's my hips, isn't it?" she cried out in question.

"No, of course not," Dionne denied and her, you and Cher sat down as well. 

"Don't be stupid," Cher scolded. 

"You could do so much better," you stated, holding her hands in your own.

"He thinks he's all that, Tai," Dionne added.

"Yeah, God's gift."

"You're too good for him," Cher remarked.

"If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not with him?" Tai asked with a croaky voice.

You bit your lip at her sadness, before smiling. "I have got an idea. Let's bow off seventh and eighth, go to the mall, have a calorie fest, and see the new Christian Slater."

"Yes!" Dionne and Cher squealed in agreement.

Tai placed a hand to her chest. "Oh, you guys!" She wrapped you up, cradling your head as you hugged her waist, Cher and Dionne embracing you both from behind.

"Look at him! Ooh, baby!" Dionne grinned as a waiter walked by.

"Break me off a piece of that," Tai sassed.

"Survey says?" Cher interrupted their gushing.

"Doable!"

"Puny. I like 'em big," Dionne disagreed, holding out her hands for emphasize. 

"Oh, I hate muscles," Cher grimaced. 

"You know, I don't really care either way," Tai shrugged. "Oh, just as long as his you-know-what isn't crooked. I really hate that."

"What?" you and Cher questioned at the same time.

"Shh! Don't scare them," Dionne advised. 

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Cher is saving herself for Luke Perry and Y/N is saving herself for Matt Dillon."

"Guys, you're virgins?"

"God! You say it like it's a bad thing," you sighed.

"Besides, the PC Term is hymnally challenged," Dionne teased.

"I am just not interested in doing it until I find the right person," Cher argued, and you nodded your head in agreement.

"Yeah, I mean you see how picky I am about my shoes, and they only go on my feet," you sighed, before tossing a piece of bread at Dionne. "You're one to talk Dee!"

"Oh, wait a minute, wait! I thought that you and Murray were..." Tai trailed off.

"No. My man is satisfied. He's got no cause for complaints. But technically, I am a virgin. You know what I mean."

As Tai looked away, Dionne chucked a piece of bread back at you and you stifled your laugh. Suddenly, Tai sighed, head drooping. "Oh, God."

"What's wrong, Tai?" Cher asked.

"They're playing our song. The one that Elton and I danced to. Rollin' with the homies-." She stopped as her voice began to crack.

"Oh, Tai. Don't cry."

"I'm sorry." She then dropped her head repeatedly on the table, causing the cutlery to clatter. 

"Oh, my gosh. Stop!" Dionne scolded.

I could tell Tai's grieving period would be considerable, unless I found someone to take Elton's place right away. 

The next day at school, you were wearing a multi-palette brown cropped sweater and a brown mini skirt, with a bunched mocha cap and platform upper-ankle boots. 

So, okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all, but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair- EW! - and cover it up with a backwards cap, and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so!

You stepped into class, completely ignoring Elton's presence behind you, looking out the window without a thought.

Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.

You glanced to the side, and your eyes widened at the glorious sight stopping at the doorway. He knocked on the wall, throwing his blazer jacket over his shoulder as he looked over the classroom. A soft smirk made its way to his full lips when his eyes settled on you, and you bit your lip, gazing at him through hooded eyes.

"So, this must be the elusive Christian," Mr. Hall said, snapping your eyes away from him.

"Where should I park?" he questioned. 

"There's one. Third back."

He nodded, walking by, watching you as he passed, and you sighed slightly, lifting your eyes. 

Okay, okay. Now, I know I said I would find a guy for Tai, but I suppose there's no harm in finding one for myself also.

You fixed myself in your seat, placing your fluffy pen on your desk, then 'accidently' knocked it over. Christian smirked, then stood, bent down and held it up for you. "Nice stems," he complimented, referring to your legs. 

"Thanks," you breathed. 

"Y/N?"

"Present."

"I guess we established that during attendance. It's time for your oral," Mr. Hall corrected. 

"Excuse me?"

"Your original oral. Topic is violence in the media."

"Oh!" You shot up from your chair, walking over to the alter. Cher grinned at you, lightly clapping. "So, okay," you started, "The attorney general says there's too much violence on TV, and that should stop. But even if you took out all the violent shows, you could still see the news. So, until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value." You smiled, sinking into your shoulders. "Thank you."

The class erupted into claps and cheers, but you kept your eyes on Christian, who was smirking as he too clapped. Mr. Hall had a look of confusion. "Any comments? Elton?"

The boy, whose hand was raised, lowered it. "My foot hurts. Can I go to the nurse?"

He ignored the request, turning away. "Travis?"

"Two very enthusiastic thumbs up. Fine holiday fun."

Travis sent you the hand gesture as everyone chuckled, and you shook your head, though yoi smiled. "Hello? Was I the only one listening?" Amber piped up with a scowl. "I mean, I thought it reeked."

"I believe that would be your imposter designer perfume," you retorted, and Cher threw her hand back as you slapped yours onto hers.

She rolled her eyes, standing up as the bell rang, the class all leaving. You began to pack your stuff as Cher stopped by the door, waiting for you.  Christian stood, walking over and leaning down to your ear. "I dug it." He left, and you watched him go with dreamy eyes. 

During the next few days, I did what any normal girl would do. I sent myself love letters, and flowers, and candy, just so he'd see how desired I was in case he already didn't know. And! Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.  Also, sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds guys of being naked, and then they think of sex!

You nodded your head at Alana, who was telling you about her weekend as you peeled off your cardigan, nice and slow. Christian palmed his face, trying to avoid looking but you caught him slipping once or twice. You turned around once she had finished, facing the board when you heard his voice beckon, "Hey, Duchess?"

"Yes?"

"You rashin' this weekend?"

"Huh?"

"Like Saturday. I'm new, but I thought maybe you had an in on the heavy clambakes."

"Well, my best friend's older brother friends are having a party," you offered. 

"Solid."

I had a date with Christian!

Suddenly, Cher's father had an urgent case that had to be solved right away. So, some clerks, Josh and Dean helped him go through a gazillion depositions. 

The doorbell rung, and you nudged Cher's shoulder, so she yelled, "Daddy!"

"What?"

"I can't just open it. We have to make him wait! Y/N scored a date with a real cutie!"

Dean looked up from his work with a perplexed expression, and Mel glanced over at his son with his interest peaked a little. "Then he can wait outside," he replied. 

"Dean, please! Come on, Dean!" Cher begged her brother. "Come on!"

He looked up, and begrudgingly stood, walking over to the door and opening it, revealing Christian, who immediately walked straight in. "What do you hear?" he greeted.

Dean took off his fedora, stuffing back into his chest. "The girl's aren't ready."

Dean went back to the office, sitting down and Christian followed. "Hey, man," he started at Mel. "Nice pile of bricks you got here."

"You drink?"

"No, thanks. I'm cool."

"I'm not offering. I'm asking if you drink," Mel clarified. "You think I'd give alcohol to teenage drivers taking my daughter and her friend, who is practically my niece?"

"Man, the protective vibe. I dig it."

"What's with you, kid?" Mel took off his glasses. "You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?"

Cher walked down first, in a beautiful white dress. Josh watched her with awestruck eyes. "Hey, Christian," she smiled. "Y/N's just about ready."

"Lovely," he grinned. 

"Christian!"

He looked up, finding you at the stairs, holding onto the railing as you effortlessly flew down the stairs, in a red checkered dress that barely passed your ass, white platform heels, and some red jewelry. 

"Doll face," he beamed

"Handsome," you countered, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek. 

He then stepped back to admire you. "Stunning."

Dean had to hold himself together. He had known for forever now that you were a natural beauty, but this... It made him blush red, and his pen slipped from his hand as he turned to his father.  "You're not letting them go out like that, are you?" he asked, and Josh hummed in agreement.

"Cher, Y/N, get in here," Mel ordered. 

"What's up, Daddy?" she asked. 

"Yeah, what's going on, Mr. Horowitz?"

"What the hell is that?"

"A dress?"

"Says who."

"Calvin Klein," you stated, and Cher linked her arm with yours as she nodded.

"It looks like underwear! Go upstairs and put something over it."

Cher chuckled. "Duh! We were just going to."

You smiled too, shaking your head, following Cher as you both left. As Christian was about to trail after you, Mel spoke up, "Hey, you! Anything happens to my daughter or Y/N, I got a .45 and a shovel. I doubt anybody would miss you." Before he could respond, you and Cher came back in, as you grabbed Christian's arm. 

"Bye, Daddy!" Cher bid.

"Come on,"you urged lightly, dragging him away as you left the house. "Oh, it's so killer!" you exclaimed whn you saw his car. 

"Thank you. You know, Cher, you're Dad is pretty scary."

"Isn't he?" She hopped into the back, as you slipped into the passenger, admiring the interior.

"You like Billie Holiday?"

"I love him," Cher said, and you smirked in amusement. 

"Her, honey. Billie Holiday's a her."

"Oh. I totes knew that."

Inside, Dean stared at the door we had just left through. "I didn't like him."

"Same. He was a jerk," Josh agreed.

"What's to like?" Mel questioned. 

"Maybe I should go to the party-."

"We," Josh corrected, and Dean looked at him, nodding. 

"Yes. We. We should go to the party."

"If you feel like you should go."

"You don't need us, do you?" Dean asked, leaning on his arms.

"No, no."

"I mean, unless you want."

"Dean!" He stopped, looking at his Father. "Dean, go to the party. Go, go, go."

"Okay." He stood, Josh following. "Uh, we'll watch them for you."

"Okay, you do that." As the two boys left, Mel smiled, looking at his two sons.  My boys are in love, he thought to himself.