Norma Jean - By Amanda Heath Page 0,10

muffled reply. I know he’s hurting but I don’t want him to get lost here. I don’t want him to fall into the same route his mother is on. He deserves better than this place.

“I made out with Norma Jean Davis.” I blurt out after a really long silence. I cringe at the words. She is this tiny little thing with crazy ass hair, black clothing, and the temper of a wild animal. Her name seriously needs to be on some country fried girl in daisy dukes and pigtails.

He slowly brings his head up and his brown eyes are huge. “Umm…what?”

I flush because I’m embarrassed about how this all came around. “Apparently while I was beyond drunk last night I kind of kissed her. Which lead to making out. Then I threw up. Which she cleaned up. Then I held her hostage all night long.”

I open my mouth to go on but he jumps in, “Wait, you held her hostage? Why the hell would you do that?”

“I was drunk. I don’t remember any of it. She pretty much said she came to check on me and I pulled her in bed with me. Anytime she went to leave I wouldn’t let her.” It sounds so bad like that.

“Well if you don’t remember it, then it didn’t happen. You know how much she hates you. She would never tell anyone.” He has a point but I don’t really want to hide it. This makes me a sick bastard. What am I doing?

“Well, that would be true if we hadn’t made out again tonight.” Creed shakes his dark blonde head and holds back laughter.

“You never surprise me. You live on autopilot.” He is full blown laughing at me now. “You have knocked my fucking socks off. What possessed you to make out with Norma? I mean really, Norma?”

The same thing has been going through my head since I left the house. “I can’t tell you what was going through my head last night, but tonight she was being all sultry and sexy. I let my dick lead me. I would have lost my virginity on my mom’s couch if Macy hadn’t woke up. I haven’t been this freaked out about anything in years. I can’t focus my thoughts. I keep seeing her in my head. I feel her under my palms. I think I’m losing my mind.”

“Whoa…just whoa.” We both sit there in silence for a minute. I have shocked Creed Donovan, the ever talker, into silence. “Okay so you are telling me you have the hots for Norma? I mean zitface freak Norma? I can’t even comprehend that. She will eat you alive.”

“Don’t call her that. You know there isn’t a zit on her face anymore. She’s actually really pretty now.” I pause and scrunch up my face. “Okay that sounded lame. You know what I mean.”

“Oh I know she is pretty now. I’m just surprised you noticed. I mean come on, you’re the one who came up with those names.” I flinch. I know it’s true but that doesn’t mean I want to hear it.

“I know. I’ve been watching her lately. She makes me feel things I haven’t ever felt before. She makes my body crazy. Which is weird considering I hooked up with Devon Bridges.” Devon is the head cheerleader and the finest piece of ass in our school. Creed’s words not mine.

Before Creed can say anything his bedroom door bursts open. I suck in a breath when Marley Chambers walks into the room. Norma’s cousin. Let me tell you about Marley. 6’4 about 230 pounds, black hair he spikes up in the front and the same violet eyes as Norma. The boy is stacked and can kick the shit out of me. Which he has a few times because of shit I said to his cousin. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks me in a voice filled with rage.

I can feel my eyes bugging out of my head and my jaw touching the ground. Why would she tell him? “She told you?” is the only thing I can get out of my mouth. I feel hurt that she would, considering she knows he would come after me.

“Don’t look hurt pretty boy. I went to take her a pack of smokes and asked her why she looked like she went rolling around in the hay. The girl can’t lie to me. I was a little shocked mind you. When she threatened to cut off my