Age Is Just A Number

Age Is Just a Number 11

Desiree POV

Its been two month and a few days into the school year. Everything was normal I guess. My school work was easy and dance class was a blast. The only problem I had was Simone. Whenever my friends weren't around me, she would torture me. Throwing my books down, pushing me. Those things. I didn't know why she didn't like me. I wish I could stand up to her but I just couldn't. But I could get my mind off of her because of dance class. It was more advance than the other classes. It was intense. We would be doing competitions next year and we'd have to be ready for them.

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I was walking down the hallway heading to lunch. I had lunch by myself so I usually called Trey and spoke to him until my classes started. I headed towards my locker to get my phone. I noticed that the people in the hallways looking at me funny. I double checked myself to make sure that I looked okay. I did and I looked fine. I reached my locker and saw a piece of paper on it that said 'SLUT'' on it. I didn't know why someone would put this on my locker so I ripped it down and shoved it in my pocket. I got my phone and checked to see if I had any messages. I didn't so I took it and headed outside to call Trey. I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey babes." He answered.

"Hi Trey. What's up?"

"Nothing, how was class?"

"It was fine." I said. I didn't want to mention the note on my locker.

"You sure? You look kinda down."

"No, I'm...huh? How do you know I look down?" I said looking around me. I saw his Mercedes Benz parked in the parking lot and ran towards it. I opened the door and hopped in. "Trey!!"

"You want lunch?" I nodded. "Alright babe."

"Can we go to Epic Burger?"

"Sure. How long do you have?"

"Till one fifteen." I looked at the time. "We have an hour right now."

"Okay." I looked out the window cause I was trying to think of who would put that note on my locker. I wasn't a slut. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Desiree, tell me."

"I just miss you."

"I knew it!" He said with a smile on his face. I shook my head. "See, I could sense it. Thats why I came to your school."

"Well it was nice of you too." I said. We got to the restaurant and sat down in a window seat. We ordered two burgers and two drinks. "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"When did you graduate?" I asked him. He hesitated a bit.

"A year ago."

"Oh okay. Well thats good. But you aren't in college right?"

"Nope. Maybe next year." He said resting his hand on my thigh. "Whats this?" He said. I looked down and remembered that I had the paper in my pocket.

"Oh, ummm. Nothing."

"You took a while to answer. It must be something."

"Its just a piece of paper I found on my locker. No big deal."

"Then can I see it?"

"No." I said quickly.

"If its no big deal then why cant I see it?" I sighed and took it out. He opened it and an angry expression appeared on his face. "This isn't a big deal? Who the f**k called you a slut?" He almost yelled.

"I don't know. But its okay."

"Nah, no one calls you a slut." He said putting the paper in his pocket. He got up leaving me and went to the counter. He came back with a bag. "Lets go."

"Where?"

"Im gonna find out who wrote that note and-"

"Trey sit your ass down on this chair. We ain't going no where." He looked at me with a surprised expression. "Trey please, its no big deal. If it gets to the point where Id need your help Ill come to you okay babe?"

"Fine." He sat down and calmed down. We ate our food and then headed back to my school to drop me off. "Want me to come back for you?"

"Sure. Four o'clock." I said. I kissed his cheek and got out. "Bye boo." He waved and then drove off. I walked back into the school and went to get my things for english. I walked into the classroom and sat down at my desk and wrote down the notes that were on board.

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I was up with Trey studying for my math test while he was sitting beside me watching tv. I was trying to block him out but it wasn't working.

"Trey can you go downstairs?"

"Why?"

"Cause, Im trying to study."

"I am not going downstairs. You go downstairs."

"No. Im studying. You go downstairs."

"I am staying right here." He said sternly. I rolled my eyes and continued my studying. Soon he started laughing so hard which started to piss me off

"Do you mind??"

"Nope. Why are you studying anyways? Its Friday."

"Cause, I like my weekends to be free."

"You'll probably forget everything by tomorrow."

"Wont happen." I said. "Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure, whatcha want?"

"Get me a coke."

"Alright, Ill be back." As soon as he left the room I slammed the door shut and locked it. I could hear him run back trying to open the door. "You think you're smart! Aiight, I see how you be!" He yelled. I just laughed and went back to studying. I studied for about an hour more before I decided I studied enough. I looked at the time and decided to go out for the night. I walked out the room and headed to get changed. I got on my ripped skinny jeans and my black diamond crewneck and my high tops sneakers. I walked out the room and headed downstairs when someone pulled me back. "You think you're smart? Locking me out my own room?" I heard Trey say. He picked me up over his shoulder and started walking somewhere.

"Trey put me down!!" I yelled while laughing. I started squirming and kicking for him to put me down.

"Keep still and I wont hurt you." He said.

"You wouldn't!"

"I would."

"Trey put me down!" I yelled. He ran down the stairs which scared me. "Trey put me down!!" He laughed and continued walking. Soon he placed me down in the kitchen. Carter, Blaine, Devin and Keon were all looking at me. "What?"

"Since you decided to lock me out my room, you are going to make us something to eat." Trey said. I looked at him as if he was crazy.

"What part of Im not cooking for anyone didn't you get?"

"You are going to do it." He said.

"Or what?" Soon he gave me one hit hard on my ass. "What the hell!!"

"So we are clear. We'll be out for a bit. Love you Rey." He said giving me a kiss. I hated his ass right now. I gave them all dirty looks. They all left me alone in the kitchen. I took off my sweater and looked around for something to make. I found some chicken breast, pasta, and mixed vegetables. I decided to make barbecue chicken with macaroni and cheese and vegetables. I was a good cook so I knew exactly what I was doing.

About two hours later everything was finished. I was tired and grumpy at this point. I just wanted to sleep. I was about to go upstairs when the door opened. All of them came in.

"It smells so good in here." Carter said.

"It does." Blaine said. They all came into the kitchen.

"Woah!" Keon added.

"Enjoy you guys." I said walking away.

"Nope." Trey said pulling me back.

"What?"

"Serve it out."

"Now you lost your mind." I said. I was not going to serve anything for no one. I was tired. "You can do it yourself." I said sternly. I turned around and walked up the stairs. I walked into the guest room, laid on the bed and allowed sleep to take over.

Trey POV

"Now you lost your mind." She said. "You can do it yourself." She turned around and walked away. I just looked at her. I was gonna talk to her later about that. I turned around and saw that the rest of them already started eating.

"Damn! I haven't had a home cooked meal since my mom kicked me out!" Carter said.

"She can cook." Blaine said. I laughed and got myself some food. I had to admit, Desiree could cook. It was delicious.

"I would hire her to be my cook. Id pay her bug bucks for this." Devin said.

"Well, she's my girl. And she'd cook for me only. This is your first and last meal from her." I said. They all frowned and finished up. They all went into the living room while I went upstairs to check up on Desiree. I looked in my room and she wasn't there. I went into the guest room and saw her sleeping. I walked in and laid down beside her. She shifted and rested her head on my chest. I honestly loved this girl. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.