School was over and I just waited for everyone to leave. My ID card! That ass had it. I decided to go to his classroom. He was sitting in his empty classroom with a mirror on his desk and a huge, black box beside him. I took a deep breath and slammed the door open.

"I'M HERE!" Why am I yelling?
"Oh, hi Kate. It's been five hours and fourteen minutes since we last met."
". . . This dude's creepy,"
He laughed and asked me to sit before the table. I sat down and looked into the mirror. He stood behind me and we looked into the mirror. Like always, he was dressed like some American apparel mannequin and smelled strong of ethyl alcohol. I was sweating like a sponge while he looked pale and dry as fuck. Where do such guys come from?

"When will I get my ID card?" I asked him. He gently grabbed my face and pulled it up while he looked down at me and smiled, "Soon enough,"
He moved closer to me and looked at me. What is this dude trying to do?

"Kate, don't you use any toners or moisturizers?"
"What?"
"Your skin looks flaky at some places," Is he like a dermatologist or what?
"I just clean my face with soap and water,"

He took a sigh, "That's why you have pimples,"
"No, I tried other creams and stuff but it didn't work,"
"I'll help you,"
"No thanks," Why does he want to help me? Am I so ugly that he can't stand the sight of me so he decided to transform me?
"It's fine," He opened the black box, "I'll tell you a skincare routine. Follow it for a month and you'll be surprised by the results,"

He took out a cleanser, "You wash your face with this and no soap. The skin on your face is sensitive, so give it some love,"
"Okay?" I raised my eyebrows as I looked at all the stuff he had, "What's this?" I picked up a spray bottle and sniffed it, "It's lavender water. You can use this as a toner," I sprayed it on my face, "Oh! It's cold,"

"That's an essence, serum, moisturizer and sunscreen," He packed everything back in to that box, "First clean your face with a cleanser, then apply toner, then essence, then the serum, moisturizer and finally put the sunscreen,"
"This sounds so time consuming,"
"It's okay, you have nothing better to do anyways," He smiled. Did he just smoothly insult me?

"These are just hormonal acne so no big deal in clearing them off," He smiled.
I looked at him and he smiled, "Why are you helping me?" I asked.
"Oh? I help everyone with this. I helped Anna too,"

"Oh! So, that's how she cleared up her skin so fast!"
"Yes. So, what do you say?"
". . .I dunno man, sounds pretty gay to me."
"Taking care of your skin is gay?" He chuckled.
"I'm not really into makeup and shit,"
"Skincare and makeup are two different things,"

"How?" He took the lip balm from his pocket and sat down on the table before me. He leaned towards me as I sat on the chair. I moved my neck back while he came closer. His breath was warm and his eyes were fixed into mine. Did I ever tell you that this guy makes me extremely uncomfortable? He pressed his manicured fingertips over my lips and then pressed the lip balm. It smelled of strawberries, cold like ice.

It was quiet and warm in the classroom. I sat on the chair and he sat on the table before me. He pressed his forehead on mine while he rubbed the lip balm slowly over my lips. This didn't feel right but his eyes fucked me up! He smiled, "Kate, I like girls...and boys."

What?

"And I like you," He handed me the lip balm and picked up his bag pack. He smiled, "By the way, you are pretty with or without pimples. But I think having a clear skin will boost your self esteem. So, I'm helping you just so that you don't hate yourself. Love yourself just like I love you," He bit his tongue and winked at me, "See you 'round, Kate Roberts,"

I just stared at him. He left the class and I still stared at the wall. Then, I got up and picked up my bag and that box. I dragged my feet while walking in the halls, recalling everything he said.

Brandon Johnson likes me? As in romantically?
Oh hew naw am I dating an ass who dumped my sister! And we're both men! It's fucking weird! I shouted, "I AM NOT GAY!" I searched for him and saw him on the footpath. He was walking back home.

"HEY!" I shouted. He turned back, "Oh Kate, what is it?"
"Why the fuck did you say you like me?!"
"Because I do like you," HE'S AN IDIOT!
"ARE YOU GAY?!"
"I'm bisexual,"

Eh?

"What's that?" I asked. He laughed, "It means I swing both ways. I like girls and I like guys,"
"How is that possible? You like one—Either a girl or a guy." I was honestly confused.
"I don't care what the gender is,"
Well, I care!
"I don't understand you," I said.
He leaned towards me and pressed his hands beneath my chin, "Do you wanna understand me? I teach you everything at my place. We can start slow,"

I quickly jumped back before he could lay that weird spell on me again, "FUCK THAT! WHY DO YOU LIKE ME?!"
"Let's see," He pressed his fingers over his lips, "Maybe because you don't like yourself?" What a fucking lame reason!

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
"If I tell you, will you give it to me?" 
THIS WEIRDO!

"Hey listen here," I glared at him, "I'll forget this happened but never come close to me,"
I was pretty serious but this jerk just sniped a picture of me real quick, "Aww, looks like an angry Persian cat," He laughed as he showed my picture to me. I look ugly!
"I JUST TOLD YOU SOMETHING!"
"Roger! I won't bother you. . . For the next eleven hours!" He walked away.

"Next eleven hours?" I counted, "Wait! School starts after that! WHAT THE FUCK, COME BACK HERE!" He got on a bus and left by the time I calculated the exact time when he'd bother me again. I DON'T WANT TO BE BOTHERED! Then, I looked at the box in my hand. I clicked my tongue and walked back home.

'I'm not gay
I'm not GAY!'

I chanted this all the way to home and got inside. I could hear Anna crying in the kitchen. She sat at the dining table and mom sat beside her—consoling her. My mom, guys, is the most gayest straight parent you'll ever meet out there. I decided to mind my own business and go to my room but MOM!

She called me inside to console my sister. She's the elder one, she doesn't need consoling. I kept the box and my bag on the carpeted floor and sat beside Anna.
"Did something happen?" Mrs. Roberts or my mom asked.
"Yeah" I said, with a dilapidated depressed tone "Actually. . . I haven't been able to take a decent shit for a few days now."

"I'm not responsible for anything you do down there. You'll old enough to look after those parts" Mom said.

Excuse me—What?! What is going on?!

"I can't believe Brandon would do this to me," Anna sobbed, "Why would he date other girls when he had me?!" She's clueless, isn't she?
"Anna, did he say he was dating someone else?" I asked her.
"YES! HE SAID HE DOESN'T LIKE ME! HE LIKES SOMEONE ELSE!"
"That is not cheating—"
"Oh my God! How could he cheat on you?!" Mom shrieked.

Now I know where Anna gets her IQ from. Am I the only smart blonde out here? Fun fact guys, mom, dad, Anna and I, we are all blonde. Yes, pretty annoying to look at us as a family.

"I don't know how I'll get over him. Brandon seemed so serious about me," She whined.
Bitch, you're fucking fifteen. Go complete your chemistry homework.

"It's okay, cheer up! Let's go to Taco Bell,"
"YAY!" I raised my arms and both the women looked at me.
"What?"
"Kate, I'm devastated," Anna said.
"From where?"
"My heart is,"
"How do you know? You're a cardiologist?"
"I can feel it,"

Well, I bet you didn't see this coming when you were feeling his dick inside of you. Serves you right, bitch!

"Can't you see my tears?"
"This is what happens when you date an ass. I told you that you can't trust guys like him. He ticked me off in many ways ever since I saw him,"
Next, she punched me. 

See the sacrifices to becoming a good big brother.

"Hey, that hurts! What are you, John Sullivan?" I rubbed my wounded cheek.
"You're the worst brother ever! Instead of confronting your little sister—you are—you are—ugh!"
"I'm telling you the truth?"
I was punched again.

"THIS IS JUST SO TOXIC!" I shouted for help.
"Jesus Christ Kate, at least give some emotional support to your sister. She needs her family at times like these, you are her big brother, you know" Mom left the kitchen.
"At times like what? She herself said I've lost the status of her big brother" I rolled my eyes and peeled a banana.

"STOP EATING BANANAS AND GET A GIRLFRIEND, YOU ASSHOLE! YOU NEVER HAD A SINGLE GIRLFRIEND!" Talk about taking your anger out on someone else.
"Well, the thing is Anna, girlfriends don't grow on trees that you just go pick them up, bananas do grow on trees. And what do bananas have to do anything with getting a girlfriend? The banana is innocent!"

"WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING A BANANA THAT IS NOT EVEN YOURS?! ARE YOU GAY?"
Checkmate. Your ex boyfriend is. Oh wait, he said something else. What was it again? Whatever, he likes guys and that's just disgusting.

"Why are you making that face?" Anna asked and I got up from my chair
"Well I. . . Forgot to wipe in the bathroom and now my ass is sore," I said.
"Listen, nobody cares about your ass." 

I wish, Anna. But there's this guy called Brandon Johnson.
And I can tell you he cares about it because that's all what he is after.

-To be continued

Anna Roberts
All I Want Is You Baby