who the fuck is lily?
This is the third part to my high school VAM fic.
Previously....
I pulled my jacket on and got in the car, intent on finding Bam and slapping some Goddamn sense into him. It didn't occur to me as a I sped toward the game that my anger wasn't entirely... normal. It wasn't until I'd entered the football stands that I realised that what I was feeling was suspiciously like jealousy.
Part the third
I paused when I had this revelation. Could I really have feelings for my best friend? No. Maybe. No, that's silly. I forcefully pushed those unsettling thoughts away and let my anger fill me again. I stood at the bottom of the stands, searching the crowd for Bam. I needn't have looked far. He was the only one not watching the game. Instead he had his eyes on the cheerleaders. Jenn in particular. The little whore's uniform was shorter and tighter than anyone else on the cheerleading squad. Ugh. Swallowing my disgust I pushed my through the crowd of spectators until I was standing next to Bam. He turned to look at me and, briefly, his eyes lit up. Then his face darkened again.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, not looking at me.
"Me?! What the fuck are you doing here! This is a football game for Christ's sake!" I exclaimed.
"Since when am I not allowed to go to a football game?" He asked.
"Since the only reason you're here is to ogle that grotsky little biatch!" I sounded like a total girl but Bam seemed to bring that side out in me. I can't for the life of me figure out why.
"Don't call her that!" He sounded outraged, but it wasn't entirely genuine. I could tell from the glazed look in his eyes that the only feelings he had for Jenn were lust, lust and more lust.
"Doesn't feel good, does it Bam?" He looked at me in question.
"To have your best friend use ridiculous name-calling to bag out someone you care about," I said it quietly to avoid having Ryan hear what I was talking about, but I knew Bam was listening intently.
"That's not the same thing," he tried to sound confident but it came out a little shaky.
"Why isn't it?"
"Because I've known Jenn for years. Plus I'm hoping that she'll be my girlfriend some time soon," he said all this in earnest. I tried to ignore the way my gut knotted at the word 'girlfriend' and continued with the conversation.
"Just because I've only just met Lily doesn't mean I don't care about him. Besides, just because you've known Jenn for that long it doesn't mean you care about her. Why the fuck would you? She'd never be faithful to you, she opens her Goddamn legs to anybody with a dick!" I was getting worked up and angry again and it was just making Bam angrier. Definitely not what I wanted.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that! And who the fuck is Lily?" He snapped. I sighed.
"Lily is the tall guy with really long blonde hair," I reminded him. It was almost as if our fight from earlier had been forgotten, he needed reminding.
"Oh right. The ladyboy. Why do you care about him so much all of a sudden? This is the second fight we've had today and it's all because of him," Bam sounded like a petulant child and I really wished I had the guts to tell him the truth; it wasn't Lily that we were fighting about. But since I really hadn't admitted anything to myself, I wasn't about to start admitting things to Bam.
"See Bam? The name-calling," I sighed, deciding that this was one fight I was never going to win. I figured it would be easier to just let it go.
"Look, I'm over it. I don't want to fight anymore. It's making me miserable. I'm sorry that I made plans with Lily when I already had plans with you. If you wanna come hang out with us tomorrow that would be really cool. You could finally hear some of my music," It was a total bribe, as he'd been waiting to hear me sing for ages, but it was worth it to see the grin that spread across his face.
"Deal!" He exclaimed. I laughed at his excited look.
"So can we get out of here now?" I asked hopefully. He looked at me as if I'd grown two heads.
"Are you serious? Why would I want to miss out on this action?" He gestured at the cheerleaders.
"Bam, gross! What is your obsession with the fucking cheerleaders?" I tried to keep my voice light, so as not to piss him off all over again.
"Dude, have you looked at those outfits? What's not to like?" He asked incredulously.
"How about the boobs hanging halfway out of them?" I muttered under my breath. Apparently not quietly enough.
"What did you just say?" Bam asked.
"Um... nothing," I replied nervously.
"Do you seriously not like tits? Is that some weird musician thing or is it... wait," he paused for a second, contemplating his next sentence. I cursed my stupidity and waited for the dreaded 'faggot'.
"Dude," he said quietly, "are you gay?"
Previously....
I pulled my jacket on and got in the car, intent on finding Bam and slapping some Goddamn sense into him. It didn't occur to me as a I sped toward the game that my anger wasn't entirely... normal. It wasn't until I'd entered the football stands that I realised that what I was feeling was suspiciously like jealousy.
Part the third
I paused when I had this revelation. Could I really have feelings for my best friend? No. Maybe. No, that's silly. I forcefully pushed those unsettling thoughts away and let my anger fill me again. I stood at the bottom of the stands, searching the crowd for Bam. I needn't have looked far. He was the only one not watching the game. Instead he had his eyes on the cheerleaders. Jenn in particular. The little whore's uniform was shorter and tighter than anyone else on the cheerleading squad. Ugh. Swallowing my disgust I pushed my through the crowd of spectators until I was standing next to Bam. He turned to look at me and, briefly, his eyes lit up. Then his face darkened again.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, not looking at me.
"Me?! What the fuck are you doing here! This is a football game for Christ's sake!" I exclaimed.
"Since when am I not allowed to go to a football game?" He asked.
"Since the only reason you're here is to ogle that grotsky little biatch!" I sounded like a total girl but Bam seemed to bring that side out in me. I can't for the life of me figure out why.
"Don't call her that!" He sounded outraged, but it wasn't entirely genuine. I could tell from the glazed look in his eyes that the only feelings he had for Jenn were lust, lust and more lust.
"Doesn't feel good, does it Bam?" He looked at me in question.
"To have your best friend use ridiculous name-calling to bag out someone you care about," I said it quietly to avoid having Ryan hear what I was talking about, but I knew Bam was listening intently.
"That's not the same thing," he tried to sound confident but it came out a little shaky.
"Why isn't it?"
"Because I've known Jenn for years. Plus I'm hoping that she'll be my girlfriend some time soon," he said all this in earnest. I tried to ignore the way my gut knotted at the word 'girlfriend' and continued with the conversation.
"Just because I've only just met Lily doesn't mean I don't care about him. Besides, just because you've known Jenn for that long it doesn't mean you care about her. Why the fuck would you? She'd never be faithful to you, she opens her Goddamn legs to anybody with a dick!" I was getting worked up and angry again and it was just making Bam angrier. Definitely not what I wanted.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that! And who the fuck is Lily?" He snapped. I sighed.
"Lily is the tall guy with really long blonde hair," I reminded him. It was almost as if our fight from earlier had been forgotten, he needed reminding.
"Oh right. The ladyboy. Why do you care about him so much all of a sudden? This is the second fight we've had today and it's all because of him," Bam sounded like a petulant child and I really wished I had the guts to tell him the truth; it wasn't Lily that we were fighting about. But since I really hadn't admitted anything to myself, I wasn't about to start admitting things to Bam.
"See Bam? The name-calling," I sighed, deciding that this was one fight I was never going to win. I figured it would be easier to just let it go.
"Look, I'm over it. I don't want to fight anymore. It's making me miserable. I'm sorry that I made plans with Lily when I already had plans with you. If you wanna come hang out with us tomorrow that would be really cool. You could finally hear some of my music," It was a total bribe, as he'd been waiting to hear me sing for ages, but it was worth it to see the grin that spread across his face.
"Deal!" He exclaimed. I laughed at his excited look.
"So can we get out of here now?" I asked hopefully. He looked at me as if I'd grown two heads.
"Are you serious? Why would I want to miss out on this action?" He gestured at the cheerleaders.
"Bam, gross! What is your obsession with the fucking cheerleaders?" I tried to keep my voice light, so as not to piss him off all over again.
"Dude, have you looked at those outfits? What's not to like?" He asked incredulously.
"How about the boobs hanging halfway out of them?" I muttered under my breath. Apparently not quietly enough.
"What did you just say?" Bam asked.
"Um... nothing," I replied nervously.
"Do you seriously not like tits? Is that some weird musician thing or is it... wait," he paused for a second, contemplating his next sentence. I cursed my stupidity and waited for the dreaded 'faggot'.
"Dude," he said quietly, "are you gay?"