Baby I'm A Sinner

Chapter 5

“MOOOOM!” I yelled from upstairs as I looked through my closet. Harry was going to pick me up in twenty minutes and I couldn’t find any jeans.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU COME DOWNSTAIRS IF YOU NEED SOMETHING!”

“UGH!”

Then how the f**k did you hear me when I called you

“Where are my jeans?” I asked as soon as I entered the living room. She was on the couch with her laptop on her lap, typing away.

“Which ones?”

“Any of them! I’m going to the game tonight and I need jeans.”

“Wear shorts then.”

I can’t wear shorts because I have fat legs

“I can’t wear shorts because it’s autumn and it’s chilly and I don’t look good in shorts.”

“If you laid off desert from time to time you’d look good in them. Stop bothering me now, I need to finish this email.”

I rolled my eyes although my stomach dropped at her words and I couldn’t help but agree with her. There was no way I couldn’t go to the game, so it was either shorts or skirts and there was no way anyone would ever see me in a skirt.

So I ended up dressing with some peach colored shorts (the longest ones I owned), a red plaid shirt, and (of course) matching red Vans.

I had about ten different pairs of Vans in my wardrobe, much to my mother’s horror, who would’ve preferred if I wore heels and flats.

Don’t get me wrong though, if I had the body for it I would probably dress like a slut everyday.

“That’s what you’re wearing to the game?” Jade asked me as soon as she saw me coming down the stairs.

“Yes, why?”

“You’ll be really cold, you know that?”

“All my jeans are in the washing machine.”

“You could borrow one of mine.”

I was about to accept her offer, but a honk was heard from outside, which meant that Harry was already here.

“I don’t have time, let’s just go.”

I quickly went over to my dad, who was watching TV and asked him for some money. So after he handed me a twenty-pound note (not without insulting me of not having a job-JADE DIDN’T HAVE ONE EITHER!), I followed Jade out of the house.

Lucas and Eleanor were in the back together, and because Jade called shotgun, I had to sit in the back next to Lucas.

His hand was on Eleanor’s thigh but he wasn’t even listening to her story because he kept his eyes on Jade, who was now talking to Harry about the game.

I didn’t really understand why people were so excited about it, I mean, I knew it was the first game of an important high school league in England or whatever, but still. People need to chill.

I knew that Lucas was going to start tonight, and Jade and Eleanor would cheer for the team. As I played with the money my dad gave me in my pocket, I realized that maybe I could get a job at the record store Lucas worked. Maybe I could ask him about it once we got out of the car so he couldn’t reject my idea in front of everyone.

Harry parked in front of the school at 6:55pm. The parking lot starting to fill up, just like it was during the day at school, which meant that a lot of people would be attending the game. Which also meant that a lot of people would see me in shorts for the first time ever and they’d think I was even fatter than before. Great.

“Hey Lucas I was wondering if I could maybe apply for a job at that record store you work? I know you don’t really like me and all but I really need my father to stop pestering me-“

“It’s fine.” He said smiling. “I’m going to ask the manager tomorrow and see what I can do.”

“Really? Wow, thank you.”

I’d never thought he would actually agree.

“And I never said I didn’t like you, yeah?” he assured me and patted my shoulder before he turned right to go to the changing rooms.

Harry and I walked towards the door at the end of the hallway, which would lead us on the field. The bleachers weren’t full yet, but it was getting to it. Harry found a place at the very top, next to Luke who was already there.

Emma texted me five minutes later that she’d just left home and was going to arrive in about fifteen minutes so I should save her a seat.

“Do you want anything to eat? I’m going to get some food now because people start to arrive and then we’d have to wait a long time in line.” Harry said and stood up, looking down at me.

“Uh…some popcorn please. I’ll pay you back.”

“Nonsense.” He smiled and started walking down.

I crossed one leg over the other, rubbing my knees because it was really cold.

“Should’ve dressed with something else, you’re going to freeze your ass off.” Luke pointed out as he looked at me.

I didn’t bother to tell him that I didn’t have any clean jeans. It was none of his business anyway.

Thirty minutes later, the teams came out on the field for quick warm-ups, as did the cheerleaders. Emma and I were sharing a giant bucket of popcorn and Harry was eating his third hot dog. I kind of envied his metabolism.

The game started with a whistle and one of the students from the school radio started announcing the players through the speakers as they lined up. Noah was the last one to be announced because he was the captain of the team.

As his number was being announced he looked through the people sitting on the bleacher as if he was looking for someone.

He seemed to not find who he was looking for because his eyes drifted back to his shoes. The game started shortly after and I was actually enjoying it because the atmosphere was great; people were cheering and rising to their feet every time there was something close to a goal or an actual goal.

We ended up winning three to one; Jake scoring the last shot. Emma and I screamed until our lungs were dry. Although I wouldn’t admit it, I was proud of him. If there was one place he was completely serious, that would be the football field.

“What are we doing after this?” Emma asked Harry once we were back in the school, waiting for the boys to come out of the changing room.

“We usually go out for a drink at the pub.”

“You going?” she then asked me.

I shrugged. “Uh, I think so. I mean my parents probably wouldn’t mind me spending some time somewhere else other than my room.”

“Okay then!” Harry said, clapping his hands.

Fifteen minutes later, almost all of the boys exited the locker room, still high off victory.

“Did you see that?” Jake asked me and I nodded.

“You’re not going to let me forget your goal for the next ten years, will you?”

“Nope.” He said and crossed his arms over his chest.

Everyone on the football and cheerleading team seemed to be going to that pub after the game. Carly, Emma, Harry, Luke and I were the only ones who were going but weren’t on any of the teams.

Sean made a rude comment about the way my legs looked in the shorts as we walked, and I turned red because everyone heard it. It made me sad because I knew he was right.

There was an Irish pub one block away from our school and as soon as we got there, the place filled up. The booths were for twelve people, each made out of two semi-circle couches. There was a small coffee table in the middle, which was now occupied by everyone’s phone and wallet. Our group (Harry, Lucas, Eleanor, Noah, Liam, Emma, Jake, Zack, Carly, Jade, Luke and I) took the one closest to the bar, due to Noah and Jake’s requests. I was sat between Harry and Luke.

The waiter came over to us with a small notepad in hand, ready to take our order. Everyone seemed to already know what they wanted, and when it was finally my turn to order, I had no idea what to order.

“Aren’t you a minor?” Noah asked, probably wanting to tease once I ordered the first drink that I saw on the menu.

“We don’t serve to minors.” The waiter said and I blushed because this was so embarrassing.

“I’ll have orange juice then.” I told him and wanted nothing but to go and curl up in a black hole. Thank God no one laughed at me; that would have made me cry.

Noah also ordered two cherry flavored hookahs for our table which-great.

“You can drink from my glass, I don’t mind.” Harry said once we got our drinks. “I’m driving anyway.”

I thanked him and we swapped drinks. I saw Lucas and Noah give us curious looks.

“You trying to steal my bae?” Jake asked Harry.

“No I-“

“Because if you then we might have a problem.” Jake joked.

“I already have a bae.” Harry said.

Noah and Zack smirked, turning their heads to Lucas unnoticed, Lucas smiled fondly, and everyone else was confused.

They know something

What do they know

“And who’s your ‘bae’ exactly?” Liam asked, sipping on his drink.

“That’s a secret.”

“Is it that girl you keep talking about?” Luke asked. “The one with blue eyes and great ass?”

“Yeah.”

I almost face-palmed myself because come on people.

“She plays football at another school.”

“She plays football?” Jake asked surprised.

“Yeah. And…tennis.”

“She plays for both teams.” Lucas said, obviously trying to hold down a smile.

“Well she’s more into the men department, but yeah.”

I wanted to bang my head against the table.

“Have you ever f****d?” Noah asked and I could tell he knew what was going on.

“Yeah. Gives amazing blowjobs.”

“Bet you’re better at eating her out though.” Lucas continued.

“So I’ve been told.” Harry replied.

I’m done

The conversation was interrupted by the waiter bringing us the hookahs over and placing them on the table, right in the middle, one or each couch.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket and oh God I had to stand up in front of everyone and go outside to take a call from my mother while wearing shorts.

“I need to go and answer this.” I told Luke so he could let me out of the couch. He moved his feet and I clumsily walked away from them, pressing the phone to my ear once I found the door to the back exit.

“Hello?”

“Danielle? Where are you?”

“Oh hi mum. I’m at a pub with some friends and we’ll probably be here until like, eleven. Is that okay?”

“Uh…sure. Is Jade with you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay well then take care. How are you getting home?”

“Harry will drive us home since he picked us up.” I said and turned around when I heard the door opening, just to see Noah closing it behind himself. He sat down on the stairs and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up.

“Well then. See you at home. Bye.”

“Bye mom.”

I pressed the red end button on the screen and turned to look down at Noah, who was now smoking.

“You shouldn’t smoke that much.” I told him and crossed my arms over my chest.

“You shouldn’t wear shorts when it’s cold outside.” He observed and looked my legs up and down, making me feel self-conscious.

“So what’s going on with you and Harry?” he asked after he blew out some smoke.

“Well…uh. Nothing actually. People just assume that something’s going on. But I’m pretty sure he has something going on with Lucas.”

He laughed. “Finally someone caught on.”

“What? They do?”

“I can’t tell you anything.”

“You can’t just start with that and then leave me hanging!” I exclaimed.

My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything besides a little popcorn.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Uh. Not really. I mean-a bit. Can I have one?” I asked, pointing to his cigarette. I’d never really tried one because I didn’t see the point, but I read that they were appetite suppressants so maybe I should give it a try.

“You want a smoke?”

I nodded.

“Have you ever even smoked before?”

“No, but I want to see how it is.”

“Here.” He said and held the cigarette out for me to take. “You can try one of these but don’t choke on it.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him on the step, taking the cigarette between my fingers. I didn’t really think it through before I just took a drag, inhaled (like I knew Jake usually did) and exhaled the smoke, not even choking once.

“It’s not that bad.” I said and looked down at his palm to memorize the type so I could buy them in the future. Marlboro.

“I read that they’re good appetite suppressants.” I told him, not really sure why.

Fuck. He’s going to think I’m an i***t now.

“Why wouldn’t you use as an appetite suppressant?” he asked and handed me the cigarette once I held out my hand.

“Because not all of us have your metabolism.”

“What’s wrong with yours?”

I didn’t answer; I chose to blow the smoke out instead.

“So how many guys have you kissed?” he asked out of the blue.

“What kind of question is that?”

“You asked me if I was a top with guys, I think this is a fairly innocent question.”

“Fair enough. But you can’t laugh at me.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because I’ve only kissed two guys. And one of them is my gay best friend.”

“Jake?”

I nodded. “I don’t think I have another gay best friend.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl then?”

“No I haven’t Noah.”

“You should try it. It’s great.” He said and took the cigarette back, dragging one last time out of it and then stepping on it.

“So hey listen I hate to bring this up right now but when are we rehearsing our project one last time before Friday?”

He shrugged. “Your house or mine?”

“Mine, I guess.” I said. “Your house is really big and I get lost in it.”

“Rich people, right?” he scoffed and I couldn’t tell whether he was being sarcastic or not.

“You do know you drive a Bentley, right?” I asked him as we made our way back to the booth.

He didn’t answer and I sat back down in my place. He definitely didn’t hate me.

***

“Hey I can’t come to your house today, only after five because I have practice.” Noah told me the next day right after French.

“Okay. I’m gonna wait then I guess.”

“You could give me your address?” he suggested.

“It’s fine, I can wait. Besides, I wouldn’t mind taking a ride in a Bentley.”

“You sure it’s the Bentley you want to ride?” he asked in a suggestive tone.

“See you later Noah.” I said and turned around before he could see my embarrassing blush.

I stood after school to watch their practice since we didn’t get any homework that day, thank God. Harry also joined me in the bleachers and I found it kind of cute that every time the coach praised Lucas, Harry would get this fond smile on his face.

Which left me wondering why they weren’t together, since they seemed to really like each other. However, I didn’t ask him about it because that would’ve been really rude and inappropriate.

Noah seemed really pissed off during the two hours of practice and even more so when we met up by his car after it was over.

“Why are you angry?” I asked him once we got into his car. And holy s**t, the seats felt so good to sit on and everything was so shiny and leathery.

“Had a test in algebra today and the teacher threw me out for cheating.”

“Did you actually cheat?”

“No I didn’t. I hate it when people misjudge me.”

The rest of the ride was silent, the silence only interrupted by me giving him directions. Soon enough, we were in front of my house and he was parking on the sidewalk.

None of my parents were home yet, only Jade was in her room. She greeted us once she heard Noah talking and then want back to her room because she had some math homework.

“Okay so did you learn your part?”

“Partly.” He said and I didn’t take it as a pun. “Can’t we read off the slides as we show the project?”

“I think Mr. White will want us to turn to the class and speak.”

He rolled his eyes and sat down on my bed, putting a leg under himself. My fat cat emerged from under the bed and jumped on him, startling him.

“What the fuck.” He protested and held her up to look at her.

“That’s my cat, Charlie.”

“Does she bite?”

“Not unless you make her mad.”

He placed her on the bed next to him and stroked her back as we quickly went through our project lines. He seemed to have actually made an effort and learn what he had to say because half an hour later we were done, and had already rehearsed three times.

He was about to say something, probably about leaving, when my mom opened the door and stopped in her tracks when she spotted him laying on his stomach on the bed. She then looked at me, who was sitting at the desk.

“Why is there a Bentley in front of our house?” she asked me, not looking away from Noah.

“That would me mine.”

“Um…mom this is Noah. We were just finishing a project for school.”

“That’s great! Listen, I was just coming to ask you, did you eat all the cookies your grandma brought over yesterday?”

“Uh. No?” I said, heart starting to beat faster because I knew where this was going.

“I hope not because you’re starting to get obvious cellulite.” She said and smiled at Noah once more before excusing herself.

I felt like I could cry because she insulted me in front of him, and now he probably thought she was right. Noah didn’t say anything but stared at me until I was getting really uncomfortable.

“Well…I guess this was it. I’ll uh-see you tomorrow at school. Rehearse at home one more time and it should be fine.”

He nodded and got up from the bed, annoying Charlie as he did so because she was taking a nap on the back of his thighs.

It wasn’t until he was completely gone that I realized he’d forgotten his black beanie. I put it in my schoolbag so I could give it to him tomorrow at school.

It was dark in the room when my phone buzzed on my bedside table and woke me up. I groaned, thinking that it was yet another message on a group on w******p (Jake, Emma, Harry and I had a group called ‘bitchez’, obviously made by Jake) but then I saw that it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: im outside. Come on the balcony for a bit

My heart started beating faster because this was really creepy.

Dani: who’s this???

Unknown: Noah

Dani: where did u get my number?????

Noah: harry

I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed before I walked over to the balcony door, sliding the doors open. I saw Noah leaning against his car on the sidewalk.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, whisper-yelling so I wouldn’t wake anyone in case they could hear me.

“I forgot my beanie and I need it.” He said.

“At half twelve in the morning?” I hissed.

He nodded.

“Why?”

“To match my outfit.” He answered and gestured over to his body. He was wearing a black hoodie, black jeans and black Converse.

“For what?”

Was he for real?

“I need to break into school and I can’t without something black on my head.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that?”

“To teach my algebra teacher a lesson.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You can either throw me the beanie or come with me.”

“You want me to come with you to break into school in the middle of the night.” I stated.

“I didn’t say I wanted you to. I said that you could if you wanted to.”

I snorted and shook my head before looking back down at him.

“Give me ten minutes.”

I quickly returned to my room and went straight for the closet, trying to find the darkest clothes I owned. Which, wouldn’t be that hard since most of the clothes I owned were black.

I chose a pair of black skinny jeans, a black shirt with an R in the middle of it, plain black Vans, the black jacket and a ‘Homies’ beanie.

I was a bit nervous and actually contemplated on whether I should do this or not, but Noah was waiting outside for me and I wasn’t going to let him down so he could think that I was a loser.

The only problem was sneaking out, which turned out not to be that hard since everyone was already sleeping and our door didn’t have an alarm. I took my keys out of the jar by the door and after I made sure not to make any noise, I walked out of the house, closing the door silently.

Opening the gate wasn’t that hard and didn’t make any noise, so soon enough I was standing before Noah with my hands on my hips.

“Why are you even doing this? It’s a teacher for crying out loud.” I said once I got into the car and he turned it on.

“Because I can’t sleep and I’ve hated him for a long time.”

“What are you planning on doing exactly? To ‘teach him a lesson’?”

“Graffiti his board and put explosive chalk in his desk.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey if you think this is a horrible idea, why did you come in the first place?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

“Because…” I sighed. “I’ve never done anything remotely exciting with my life. Let alone with a guy.”

“Oh so you did ‘exciting’ things with girls? Tell me about it.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I meant…I never went on adventures and stuff like that. And I know I sound like a three year old but is the most fun I’ve had in a long time and we’re not even there.”

He snorted and didn’t even bother to stop at a red light because the streets were deserted. It wasn’t long before he was pulling in the parking lot of the school, which was completely empty. It looked weird like that.

“Why did you park all the way in the back?” I asked him as we got out of the car.

“Because there are two security guards on their night shift right now; one outside and one inside.”

“Oh my God what if we get caught?” I asked and started to panic because I had the habit of overthinking everything. Always.

“Then we’ll go to jail and I’ll pay to get us out.”

“You say that like it’s nothing.”

“It’s not like I haven’t been to jail before.”

“You’ve been to jail?” I asked. “So the rumor was true then.”

“What rumor?” he asked as he opened the trunk, getting out a graffiti bottle and a small pack of pink liquid.

“What’s in that?”

“Liquid chalk.” He answered before he thought about something, and then got out another pack.

He stuffed them in his pockets because they weren’t that big, and then slammed his trunk shut.

“We need to go in the back.”

“Aren’t the doors locked at night?”

“They are but if we go through the main entrance the security guard will see us.”

“Doesn’t it count as school vandalizing only if we actually get caught inside?”

“Yes. But to get inside we need to find a door. And that won’t happen if we take the front entrance.” He said sarcastically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I appreciate your sarcasm.” I told him and followed him. He made sure to sneak behind the trees as he passed the front of the school, which unfortunately was half made out of giant windows and three double doors in the front.

“We have to jump over the fence to get inside.”

“What? I can’t jump over!”

“Yes you can. Come on, I’ll give you a lift.”

“I’m too heavy. I can’t. Let’s just go back.”

“Come on. It’s easy. You can’t climb up on it or you’re afraid you’re going to fall when you’re on the other side?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to fall.”

“I’ll catch you then. Hold this and throw it over.”

He handed me the graffiti bottle before he gripped into the metal fence and pulled himself over it quickly. It wasn’t that hard for him because the fence was a head taller than him. The metal bars were vertical though, which were really hard to climb unless you had his body strength.

“Come on now.” He said once I threw the bottle over at him.

I took a deep breath.

This is it

You’re not a loser

So what if he’s going to see your giant ass as you climb down?

You’re not a loser

I finally gripped into the bars and struggled to climb over, but I couldn’t.

“Come on. It’s not that hard.” He said and slid his hands between the bars, tangling his fingers together to give me a boost.

“You can’t lift me up-“

“Just f*****g do it.”

I sighed and place my foot into his joint palms, before he gave me a push and I pulled myself up. One of my legs got over the metal bar at the top so I was sitting on the fence.

“If I fall I’m going to die.”

“No you’re not. It’s two meters off the ground. You won’t slip. Do you trust me?”

“Not really.” I answered.

“Too bad. Do it.”

“Fine. Jesus.”

I swung the other leg over the bar before I gripped into it and slowly let myself down. His hands gripped into my waist and he told me to let go. So I did.

And to my surprise, he placed me on the ground with no effort at all.

“Now was that so hard?”

“Not really. For me at least.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything before gesturing for me to follow him to the back door.

“It’s locked.” I said before he even tried it. It turned out to be indeed locked.

“I can pick a lock.”

“You know, for a rich kid you’re really acting like you lived on the streets.”

“Well just so you know I’ve actually lived in a small cramped house with two other families until my dad finally got into the whole insurance business.”

“Oh my God.”

He started laughing before he got down on one knee and pulled a small pin from his pocket.

“Just kidding. I’ve been rich before I was even born.”

“You don’t seem too happy about it.” I observed and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Because I don’t think money buys happiness.” He spoke as he moved the pin through the lock, giggling the knob at the same time.

“That’s smart.” I said.

He shook his head and finally unlocked the world. “Yeees.”

“You’re…frighteningly good at this.”

He shrugged. “I don’t use this talent to break into people’s homes if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh. No-well.”

Noah entered the school first and I followed after him, making sure to close the door behind me. The hallway was dark, only lit by the exit signs hanging from the ceiling and the few windows that had a view of the street.

“It’s kind of creepy.” I whispered and stepped closer to him. “Didn’t you bring a flashlight?”

“Of course not, I don’t want to attract attention upon ourselves.” He whispered back.

“The classroom’s on the second floor, right?”

He nodded and I followed him closely as he walked across the long hallway.

“What if we get caught?”

“I already told you that we’ll go to jail.”

“Yes but don’t we have like an escape plan?”

“Yes we do. Run.”

“Oh, great.” I muttered sarcastically, trying to ignore the erratic beats of my heart. I had just broken into the school. With the school’s ‘player’.

When did my life become a really bad American movie?