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Cataract Reaction
By Jena Corso
Edited by Angela Meyers
Chapter Five
Into the limo he went with Johnny and the second after the door was shut,
he realized Johnny had sat next to him as their legs touched. He waited a
few seconds, wondering if he should slide down or jump across so they
could talk, but before he could even move an inch, Johnny took his hand.
They were in a limo certainly big enough for a few more couples, yet he
knew none would be joining them and before they made it two blocks,
Johnny's arm was was around him. He was Johnny's girl and his date.
Being thanked for being that date, or receiving endless compliments about
how beautiful he looked would simply make it easier to deal with what was
coming and push him to accept what he had to do. He could see Tiffany
Solaro in his mind as he closed his eyes and initiated their first
private kiss, which turned into a few during their ten minute ride, until
the limo pulled up at the prom.
He had set the groundwork for what he had to do as he stared at his lips
in the car's reflective glass, amazed at how perfect his lip stain still
looked, and recoated the finish gloss before they stepped from the car at
his old school gym.
Only a year ago he had graduated in the very place he'd now set foot in,
except this time in heels and praying that if his mother or grandmother
couldn't tell, than neither could any former underclassmen that barely
knew him back then.
His prank was now fully behind him as he wasn't certain but pretty sure
he had gotten past his mother and grandmother, and this had now become a
mission. Arm in arm they walked as he was paraded inside, as he'd come
this far so there would be no point in not finishing it.
Immediately one of his favorite old teachers waved towards him but then
called him Allie, saying how much she loved his dress as it was so
bizarre that it seemed comforting.
He recognized some of the eighth grade girls, but wasn't sure of all
their names as they were a grade lower than him when he was back in the
school, and not so popular. Being hugged and cheek kissed like he was his
sister was easy, as all they cared about was being told they looked
gorgeous so he knew just what to say as one of them.
A few would be a bit snippy looking down at him like only a seventh
grader who should kiss the ground they walked on that he was an invited
date to their prom, and others could give a shit, more interested in
sizing him up, that his dress or his hair couldn't be better than theirs.
A few catty conversations with the girls while Johnny was measuring dicks
with the boys would allow Kyle some time to himself to keep a watchful
eye. He'd have one eye on his date, knowing exactly what the clan of guys
would be doing, checking out every girl but pretending they weren't, and
the other eye on the lookout for his competition.
After every break in conversation, they moved from group to group,
holding hands or walking with him arm in arm. Some breaks in corners,
stealing a tender smooch out of the eyes of chaperones would happen more
often than Kyle would like, and a tap on the shoulder by a teacher to cut
it during a slow dance would only encourage Johnny more.
Half way through the party, there would be oddly no sign of trouble until
he realized Johnny was sneaking him out a side door to a place mostly the
guys knew about near the football field, and he'd gulped, knowing it well
as he'd snuck his date there the year before. It would be no more private
then the limo, but with Johnny no longer a nervous boyfriend to invade
the depths of his tonsils, it would be much more hot, heavy and
unavoidable.
When finally they came up for air, a walk back through the school's rose
garden would be almost too much to handle as he knew every move coming,
as he knew the script so well.
He was stuck in the re-run as the romantic love interest of the hunk,
instead of the boy making the moves on a girl, as this was a book passed
down from year to year on how to get the girl to fall for you on prom
night and he'd have to follow the script to a T.
The last piece for every eighth grader would be making a move in the
moonlight under the willow tree towards the back of the rose garden, and
Kyle hated thinking about it, but expected it to come. They were pressed
so tightly and their kissing was so intense, so he let Johnny's fingers
do some wandering for second base, but of course had to stop him as that
base was really not available.
He pushed back, needing almost a mental break from what was poking
against his dress and would need to make an excuse for the ladies room.
"So I hate to even take a breather, but did you think we could take a
break so I could use the ladies room and maybe you go get us some punch?"
said Kyle, stopping his hands by interlocking their fingers.
"Oh sure," nodded Johnny.
"Cool," said Kyle, leaning in and kissing him for a minute again. "My
tonsils are a little dry, but my bladder is ready to explode."
"Not that I want to ever stop kissing you, you're so beautiful Allie. But
yeah mine too," replied Johnny, kissing him back. "And I've felt like I
could explode since the limo."
"Oh gawwdddd," gulped Kyle, stepping back. "Please don't! I tried
ignoring that, which has been tough with you poking it into me all night,
but did you really have to mention that out loud?"
"Uuumm I think that came out wrong?" Johnny replied, a bit panicked.
"Please don't go Allie."
"I need a minute, and I think you do too," said Kyle, a little freaked
out. "I'll freshen up and I'll just meet you back inside once you calm
yourself down?"
Off he scurried, grossed out, into the ladies room and into a stall,
dropping his panties and hiking his dress. He sat like a lady and peed
like a racehorse, almost breaking down at what he had done, trying to get
a hold of himself. He had checked in with his sister, texting as often as
he could throughout the night, telling her things were fine and ignoring
her wise ass remarks, but this time he needed her so he dialed the phone.
"Allie!" sighed Kyle, peeking out of the stall. "Oh thank gawd you
answered."
"You ok?" asked Allie as she answered. "You were hauling ass through the
hallway! Half the girls there are dancing in ankle socks, and you're
amazing in those shoes. I'm seeing that our Dance revolution time has
translated to heels better than I thought."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kyle asked, caught off guard. "You
couldn't have seen that?"
"The prom is live streamed?" Allie answered. "You didn't know that?"
"It wasn't last year, when I was there?" said Kyle flabbergasted.
"Yeah well that's new this year, and now you do," laughed Allie.
"Obviously I can't see everything, but I did see Mrs. Mattingly catch you
share quite the tender kiss to that Ed Sheeran slow song, and oh my
gawwdd I am eating up how some of the little bitchy eighth graders are
jealous of you."
"Really?" gulped Kyle. "I mean shit!"
"Oh come on! Wait until you watch this, and see some of their looks,"
said Allie happily. "My brother is like such a fucking hated hottie,
trading saliva with one of the most desired studs in the room!
Priceless."
"Fuck!" said Kyle. "So anyone can watch this?"
"Well the main stream, sure if they know about it. It was in the prom
package, so guaranteed his mother might have watched a little but I'm not
sure everyone can see the back feeds unless you know how to find them,"
said Allie, giggling. "Didn't you wonder why you were the only ones
making out near the football field or the rose garden when everyone in
school knows those are the places guys bring girls?"
"You saw those too?" Kyle asked, ashamed.
"Yup, I've got the split screen going with all four cams, so I've seen
every idiot girl that doesn't know better get led out there with guys who
could give a shit who sees them make out," explained Allie. "The football
practice cam that is just used for coaches to make sure players aren't
lazy behind the end zone is a little fuzzy, but decent enough for that
intense make out session in the rose garden. Wow girl! That shit was HDTV
crystal clear and fucking steamy."
"Oh gawwd," said Kyle, mortified. "More shit to delete then Allie, and
don't bullshit me? How many people know about those?"
"No parents for sure, and see how it pays to be friends with the nerds?"
laughed Allie. "But tell me was I seeing what I thought I saw when you
had that deep Frenching session, pressed against each other hot and
heavy?"
"Seeing it get steamy?" said Kyle, turning red. "I'd rather not think
about it, ok?"
"Well really I meant with him kissing you like that with your skirt flat
against his hard body, and the way you were squirming with his hands all
over you?" said Allie. "I was asking if you ran off, because he made the
move for second base or was that was almost a sword fight?"
"I can't believe you're even asking me that," sighed Kyle, turning beet
red. "Second base, Allie. He's the only one with the sword out!"
"Just checking," giggled Allie. "But you know I can rewind it later and
zoom in right?"
"You know I'm so glad I called you for a bit of comforting! Go ahead,
rewind it a million times and the only thing you'll see sticking out is
my skirt," said Kyle. "Now where's the fourth cam, so maybe I can have
one second of time without anyone watching?"
"Like I'd tell you?" teased Allie, shaking her head. "This is just too
good, and I knew you'd kiss him! But now you can't even deny it. I've got
the proof and why should you? My freaking mouth is watering just
watching! He looks like an amazing kisser, and I can tell you're enjoying
it."
"No you can't tell anything, and you didn't know a damn thing," said
Kyle, getting angry. "I just had to, and you told me to!"
"I told you it was up to you, and sure I expected you to kiss him," said
Allie. "How could you not? But damnnnnnnn girlllll... Are you kissing
him!"
"Please just stop, and tell me where the last one is, and maybe allow me
one little piece of my dignity," begged Kyle. "Please, so maybe I can
finish this off without being worried anyone's watching."
"Fine, if I have to, but I don't think you're avoiding it just yet, as
this I'm going to have to watch!" Allie replied. "It's just to the right
of the band, but really you better get there soon and when you do, if I
were you I'd be all over his ass better than you've even been all night,
girl!"
"Seriously?" moaned Kyle annoyed. "I asked nicely, and how much more of
me making out with your boyfriend do you really want to see? Shouldn't
you be over that by now?"
"Oh that I could never get enough of, but that's not the point,"
explained Allie, having a little laugh. "I'm saying I'd get there if I
were you, because that's where Johnny is engaged in quite the
conversation with the competition, who is just about draped over him like
a cheap suit, with her boobs barely in that dress."
"Like right now?" asked Kyle, getting angry. "You're watching this
second?"
"Yup, and this camera's really clear," explained Allie. "She does look
hot though I have to say, and gawwwdd even hating her I have to
appreciate the fucking skill she has at flirting! The fucking tramp has
balls bigger than any guy I know."
"Really? that's how you tell me this?" said Kyle, getting annoyed.
"That's your pep talk?"
"Sorry, didn't mean it that way, but you know what I meant, so now is not
the time to be fucking sensitive," said Allie, getting mad at him. "How
about stop being a pussy and go get your man before she does? I mean
seriously just go, and you worked your ass off all night so the bitch
couldn't take your boyfriend, so don't let her now!"
"Jeez," said Kyle. "I hate when you're right?"
"Which is always, now move your pretty ass," ordered his sister. "Any of
that shit I just said work for a pep talk?"
"Fuck!" yelped Kyle. "Yeah! Going!"
To the mirror he went, re-glossing his lips and then fluffing his curls
and spraying his hair. A touch of perfume spritzed to his neck would
complete all he knew how to do anyway, as he snapped closed his little
clutch and grabbed the door handle.
He was a girl with a purpose, flying through the crowd like a guided
missile headed for the area next to the band as he spotted his target,
arriving like a demon in heels.
"Oh, so much better," said Kyle, leaning right in and tenderly kissing
him. "Miss me?"
"Abso-fucking-loutely," smiled Johnny, loving it as his eyes wandered
around. "But umm. Teachers all over the place in here, so let's try to
avoid the lecture again."
"Ah you graduated already, so fuck 'em," smiled Kyle, before he snuggled
in and turned. "Oh hey Tiffany. I didn't see you there."
"Oh me?" said Tiffany, spinning a little straw in her drink. "I keep a
low profile you know."
"You know I didn't?" joked Kyle, flicking his wrist at her. "At least
normally anyway, but I really haven't seen you around tonight. Although
we've been kind of busy. Right babe?"
"A little," smiled Johnny.
"Have you? That's wonderful?" said Tiffany with a big smile. "Well I've
been a bit busy myself, but I've recently... let's say freed myself up.
You know from prior commitments, so I could focus on more important
things, so Johnny and I were just catching up about those things."
"Were you?" snarled Kyle, giving her a look. "Like things we talked about
at the nail salon today? Possibly?"
"Was that you there today, because I remember being the only blonde?"
smiled Tiffany, tapping her chin and pretending she was thinking. "But
don't mind me girlfriend, as we real blondes tend to forget things, but I
do love what you've done with your hair since last I saw you? So you know
maybe that was you? Must be the curls throwing me off then?"
"Oh I doubt that?" said Kyle, fluffing his curls. "I'm quite sure your
hair color didn't have that type of effect on your memory."
"Possibly not?" said Tiffany. "You know more likely it's you without the
cutesy precious little bow you had on earlier? Did your date not want his
girl in such an adorable little bow like you wear to dance school, or did
you just not have one to match your dress?"
"Oh I think my date could care less if I'm wearing a bow or not?" snarled
Kyle before pecking a kiss. "Right, Johnny?"
"Uuumm? Nope," said Johnny. "Not an issue?"
"See?" grinned Kyle, giving her a look. "Now let's hope we can avoid
another issue like earlier where you scuff a nail? Or five?"
"Let's hope? But hard to say just yet?" said Tiffany, looking right back
at him before looking up at Johnny. "But speaking of nails, did you see
how wonderful your date's nails turned out Johnny? I mean seriously,
she's probably got the best nails here! Doesn't she?"
"Uumm yes," said Johnny a bit confused. "Very nice."
"No, seriously. Better than very nice. Hold your hand up girl so he
really knows," said Tiffany, grabbing Kyle's hand and holding it up.
"Talk of the fucking nail salon today! Take a good look at the amazing
work here."
"Yup, amazing," laughed Johnny, staring at them. "Love her nails!"
"I know, right? I'm so fucking jealous. Look at how perfect they are with
her dress," said Tiffany, pushing his hand next to his left cup and then
picking up her other hand and pushing it near hers. "And now look at
mine. No fucking comparison if you can appreciate these types of little
things like we do? But I guess boys just look for other things in a
girlfriend, right?"
"Yeah," sighed Johnny, fixated on her touching her boobs.
"Do they?" smiled Kyle, dropping his other fingers but just showing the
nail on his middle finger. "Aren't you that as girls we can just focus on
our nails then?"
"Actually yes, I love the focus on mine for the moment, but I've been
focused on so much more," grinned Tiffany, sliding her index finger
around her cup area and into her cleavage, batting her lashes at Johnny.
"Johnny honey, would you mind getting us a little punch?"
"Oh sure," said Johnny, walking away.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here, Tiffany?" Kyle asked,
folding his arms.
"Me?" smiled Tiffany. "I thought I was just paying you some compliments."
"Bullshit," said Kyle. "Stay away from my boyfriend!"
"Is he your boyfriend, or are you just his prom date?" asked Tiffany,
tapping her chin. "Because would you really want a boyfriend that stares
at another girl's boobs the way he stares at mine? I'm sure he's just a
boy that's a friend, and you're a bit confused?"
"I think it's you that's confused," replied Kyle, annoyed. "Now back the
fuck off!"
"Or what? you'll push me flat on my back?" laughed Tiffany. "Or you
afraid I'll push you flat on your.. flat everything?"
"I'd like to see you try it?" said Kyle nastily.
"Honey, you're no contest for me, so maybe save yourself the
embarrassment, or a chip on those pretty nails?" said Tiffany, shaking
her head. "Now be a smart little seventh grader and run along, leaving
him with a real woman he deserves. Do that and I'll do you a solid,
setting you up with someone who can appreciate you? I babysit a cute boy
that's going into third grade, and he wouldn't be bothered at all having
a girlfriend with your mosquito bite boobs in your plaid romper."
Kyle totally lost his cool, now hurling himself forward and knocking her
to the ground. In no time they were rolling around on the floor, each
grasping each other's hair as half the place turned, looking their way.
"Let go of my hair, bitch," yelled Kyle, feeling his extensions straining
to come out.
"Fuck ,and I'll scratch your eyes out slut!" yelled Tiffany, pulling
hard.
"Are you both fucking nuts?" yelled Johnny, running back and breaking
them up. "Let go, both of you, before you get us all kicked out!"
"She fucking started it," groaned Kyle, as he got up, dusting himself
off.
"Me? Who exactly knocked who to the ground?" said Tiffany, straightening
her dress as she was back to her feet. "There should be no seventh
graders here. They're way too immature."
"Immature?" yelled Kyle, checking his dress. "Who's the one jealous of
my..."
"What the hell is going on here?" said a teacher, rushing over through
the crowd. "Everyone back to dancing or whatever. Break it up!"
"Oh nothing, Principal Riley," said Tiffany, leaning against Johnny,
lifting her foot and adjusting her shoe. "This floor is ridiculous, and I
caught my heel. Thank gawwdd my friend Allison was here to break my fall,
or could you imagine if I face planted?"
"Oh it looked like you were yanking her hair and wrestling?" said the
principal. "So that wasn't a fight?"
"As if," said Tiffany, walking behind him, pushing a few bobbi pins back
in that were half out. "This ridiculous ring did get caught in her
fabulous hairdo. It's to die for, isn't it? and we're great friends. We
just got our nails done together today. Right Allie?"
"Yes we did?" smiled Kyle, wanting to choke her. "And this floor is very
slippery, sir."
"You two better not be full of it, so I'm watching you girls," said the
principal, not buying it. "They'll be none of that shit here!"
"Thank you, sir," smirked Tiffany as he walked away.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" asked Johnny as the teacher left.
"Thank gawwd I think, nothing!" said Kyle, looking down at himself. "I
would be so dead if I ripped this dress."
"Jeez," said Tiffany, doing the same. "Me too!"
"Please girls, let's not do that again for more than the sake of your
hair or dresses," lectured Johnny, holding his forehead. "You're both my
friends, so there's no reason to fight?"
"That is what I told her?" said Tiffany, holding out her hands. "Isn't
it, Miss prom date?"
"Yeah, and you're not, but not what he meant?" said Kyle, folding his
arms and looking ready to kill him. "I'm way more than that? Aren't I
Johnny?"
"Oh uuummm yes," nodded Johnny. "She's my prom date, and you're my
friend, Tiffany."
"Prom date and..." said Kyle, leaning in and kissing him.
"And she's also my girlfriend," smiled Johnny, enjoying the kiss. "That's
the correct answer, right?"
"Of course it is," smirked Kyle, planting a soft kiss for a few seconds.
"Now let's go for a walk, honey. I could use some air."
"Ok," nodded Johnny. "See ya, Tiffany."
"Give me a hug too, girl," smirked Kyle, extending his arms. "No hard
feelings?"
"See how much better that is ladies?" said Johnny.
"And that's how it's done, blondie?" whispered Kyle as they hugged.
"You'd think?" whispered back Tiffany, giving a squeeze.
"No, I know," said Kyle, pulling back from the hug and squeezing
Tiffany's hand. "And now that that's over."
"Oh it's not over princess, I'm no one's runner ! Have a nice walk while
you can?" said Tiffany, squeezing harder. "It's on, girl."
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