Keatyn Unscripted (The Keatyn Chronicles Book 8)

by Jillian Dodd

  “Shut up. I’m afraid that when Peyton sees him happy she will want him back. I’m not sure I’d stand a chance. We should be worrying about me getting hurt, not him.”

  “Awwww, Kiki, you know Dallas is always here for you. Little smoking, little blanket, I’ll fix you right up.”

  “You’re naughty.”

  “Only when you want me to be.”

  Hanging, partying, all that.

  dorm room

  Katie, Maggie and I are laying on pillows across our floor, catching up on what happened with each other this weekend. Katie went home, had a barbecue with her extended family. Apparently her cousin brought a cute friend and she flirted with him, but that was the extent of her fun. She is worried because Tyrese seems like he likes her when she’s here at school, but he didn’t text her all weekend. And I try to tell her it’s just because we were busy. Hanging, partying, all that. But I know that Tyrese, much like all the boys this weekend, had their flirt on and were kissing and hooking up in various manners with girls they met on the beach. I know the girl Tyrese hooked up with was a friend of Dawson’s. But it’s not like he is going to see her again any time soon. I wasn’t sure what I should tell her. It’d be one thing if they were going out, and he was cheating on her, but they aren’t so what he does is sorta his business, I think.

  Maggie’s weekend was more interesting. She went home and hung out with her sorta boyfriend. It started out good with lots of kissing and whatnot, but ended in a fight right before she left. We need to find her someone cute. I thought about setting her up with Dallas, because he is so adorable, but then, no, cause I still kinda wanna make out with him some, maybe. And then I thought, maybe Riley, but Riley is just looking for sex right now. Although she did mention how hot she thought he is, so maybe I float her name out during class tomorrow and see what he thinks about her. (This was obviously before Logan and her had history together.)

  Then the conversation turns to me. They are dying to know about Brooklyn and most importantly Dawes. I just tell them we had lots of fun, and that we are just still seeing each other but that nothing is like official. We aren’t dating or anything, and that I suspect he is still hung up a bit on Peyton.

  And I’m not really sure if that is true or not. He swears he’s not, but you know, I think this week will prove to be interesting.

  I told them a lot of details about surfing, the food, the Kool-Aid, the house. So many details they got bored and forgot to ask me about hooking up.

  Thank gosh.

  Dallas texts me.

  Dallas: Cave. 1 am. Be there or be square.

  Me: Just us, or can I bring Maggie and Katie?

  Dallas: Bring the ladies, please. Dallas needs a hottie and Katie is cute.

  Me: :(

  Dallas: Don’t pout. You slept with Dawson.

  Me: Still :(

  Dallas: I don’t think Dawes is coming. Ditch the girls. Well, except Riley is coming with me. I promised.

  Me: I’ll be there. I’ll bring them.

  I frantically did the homework I ignored all weekend. Fortunately most of the teachers seemed to have plans and the workload was pretty light. But I guess I was tired and fell asleep.

  Tuesday, September 6th

  You stalking me?

  6:27am

  Have seven missed calls from Dallas and a couple texts from him and Riley.

  Basically the texts were versions of, Where are you? Did you fall asleep? Wake up!!

  But the best text of all was from Dawes this morning.

  Dawson: Miss waking up with you, will be stalking you :) (Come on, admit it. This text made you melt.)

  I got ready quickly, but carefully. I want Dawson to think I look amazing today. I flip open my look book to see today’s look. It’s not really how I’m feeling, looks very cute, but more preppy. So I flip through the book and try to find the most sexy version I can, while praying no one photographs me and my mother sees I mixed things up again. Look 18 is what I want. The navy, black, and red plaid skort, tall black Gucci platform boots, red lace bra, which if it happens to show a little under my skinny ribbed black tank, oh well, short red cardigan, with only the middle button buttoned, thick black leather cuff bracelet, oversized silver hoops. My hair is full of big curls and my bangs are held back in a poof with a silver barrette. My makeup is soft and natural, except for a catty black eyeliner swoop and as much mascara as my lashes could hold. I’m looking like the school girl version of Barbarella.

  (In case you have never seen Barbarella, it’s an old movie starring Jane Fonda. When it came out, in the seventies, I think, it was very risque. There were no explicit sex scenes, but the whole thing’s all about sex. Like there is one part where this evil dude locks her in this thing that plays organ music and makes her feel, um, extreme pleasure, uh yeah. Anyways, I watched part of it until Tommy told me I had to go to bed. I think he was just turned on by Jane and wanted Mom to himself. Anyways, she wears big tall platform boots in the movie.)

  I walk out my dorm. Katie left me and went to breakfast. I’m hoping to have time to grab at least some coffee before I head to class. I walk out, and there sitting on the brick wall is Dawson, waiting for me. I have to say, there’s something so sexy about a boy who is dressed up. Dawson has on khaki cargo shorts, a pink and white striped oxford, a pink and green tie loosened around his neck that I'm pretty sure has whales all over it, navy blazer, sperrys on his feet. He looks so hot sitting there, I almost wanna whistle. All of a sudden, I can barely breathe as my mind flashes to his muscular body, naked, on top of me. (Gotta love a well-dressed guy.)

  Whooh. Sorry.

  He sees me, let's out a whistle, looks me up and down and says, “Damn, Keatie, those boots make me hard. You look like a S&M school girl fantasy.

  I smile. "You stalking me?"

  "Ooh...I am." He grabs my waist, pulls me in for a kiss. As I lean forward, a bit of red lace peeks out. He stops going in for a kiss, pushes me back out a little, looks down, “Red lace. Damn, you're gonna drive me nuts. Speaking of that, I still haven't seen the leopard one yet."

  "I think you saw plenty this weekend."

  "Yeah, but mostly bikinis, I want to see this bra up close and personal, after practice.”

  "I don't know, I might have lots of homework,” I tease.

  "I'll tutor you. But I want you wearing nothing but that bra. Red panties too?"

  "Well yeah."

  He finally pulls me in for a sexy kiss.

  “Did I see my stalker brought me coffee?”

  "Oh, uh yeah, you distracted me. Here, skinny soy chai latte, no whip, right?"

  "How'd you know that?"

  "I described you to the coffee shop dude, he told me."

  "Thanks. You're very resourceful."

  "I'm very horny actually."

  "Haha down, boy. We have to go to class. And I have to hurry, your brother needs to copy my worksheet."

  These aren’t Slutty, they’re Gucci.

  Lunch

  I’m in line, getting a salad, watching Peyton. She gives Dawson an evil grin, then sits down and gives Jake a big kiss.

  The salad bar is close enough for me to hear their conversation.

  Dawson says,"So, you guys have a good weekend together?"

  Jake says, "Naw, she had to go home for some family reunion thing."

  "Oh that's too bad. Jake, you shoulda come up to the beach house. We partied, chilled."

  Ace says, "And Keatyn taught us to surf. I actually stood up and rode a wave all the way in for the first time."

  And I can see Peyton’s eye get big when she hears I was there. Last she heard, I was going to see Brooklyn.

  Tyrese says, "Yeah, she's a really good surfer. And looks damn fine in a bikini, man." He hits Dawson on the shoulder. Dawson's grin lights up his face.

  He looks up and sees me standing with my tray, looking a bit awkward. "Speaking of damn fine." He stands up, grabs my tray and my backpack and helps me get settled in the seat next to him
.

  Riley and Dallas walk by us, wave, and go sit with some other friends.

  Tyrese says to me, "I'm digging those boots."

  "Thanks." I'm hoping he's done talking about me and the way I look, so I tease, “Tyrese had a pretty fun weekend, girls surrounding him on the beach, begging for his body."

  He puffs his chest out a little, sits up straighter, "Yeah baby, Tyrese sealed the deal a couple nights, out there in the sand with Dawson's cousin."

  Dawson’s eyes get big. Then he's like, "Dude, all my cousins are guys."

  "Oh shit, I'm just joking, It was some girl that was staying up the beach, I don't even know her name."

  "It was Laney." I say.

  He snaps, "That's it. And what about you, Little Miss Kiki? You and Dawes had some fun yourselves."

  I know he's trying to bring up my sex life, but I won't. "We did. The house was gorgeous, the waves were great, the Kool-Aid was potent."

  "Aw, yes,” Ace says, “the Get drunk and screw punch. Heard it worked on you."

  I know Dawson didn't tell, well I think he didn't. This feels like a fishing expedition, I'm pretty sure he's baiting me. Interviewers always try and do that to my mom, act like they know something they don't. Trying to get her to confirm if the fact that she wore a lose fitting top one day means she's pregnant again. (She's not.)

  "You're right, Ace, I did get a little drunk one night."

  Tyrese says, "And then snuck off to the bedroom with Dawesy here."

  Dawson, who has been pretty quiet through all this, says, "That's enough."

  And Tyrese surprisingly complies. And not only has he been stalking me all day, walking me to all my classes, he just stood up for me to his friend, I think I'm in love.

  Under the table I give his leg a little thank you squeeze, and he grins at me, looks at me with sexy bedroom eyes and says, "Let's go sit outside."

  As we walk away, I hear Peyton say, “I think those boots are slutty.”

  I turn around and say sweetly to her, “Oh, you need to learn your designers, Peyton. These aren’t Slutty, they’re Gucci.” (This was much better having her say it to Whitney. I miss Whitney from this version a lot. She really pushed Keatyn. And this Keatyn didn’t have the whole lunch table, trying to strike out on her own thing that she had in Stalk Me. It makes you more proud when she stands up to someone like Whitney as opposed to just thinking she sounds kind of mean.)

  Her face turns a bright shade of pink, and the guys all snicker.

  Sorry, I wanna be friends with her, I think she's nice, but she's not gonna talk shit about me literally right behind my back.

  Everyone thinks their ex’s are jerks.

  French

  I go to French class with bolstered confidence. I’m going to have no problem tutoring Aiden in French, and I’m going to have no problem resisting him. I’m almost sure I’m kinda in love with Dawson.

  He will soon be learning that I’m now immune to his powers.

  Or not.

  I walk into class, and he is already in his seat. He gives me that blinding smile, and I swear to God, he just spoke to my soul.

  Damn, him!

  Tonight I’m doing an internet search, How to protect yourself from a demi god.

  He’s surprisingly happy to see me.

  Says, “Sooo how was your weekend with your Keats boy?”

  I’m thinking he already knows the answer to this question, but wants to make me suffer. Suffer for loving another boy. But if he knows about Brooklyn, wouldn’t he also know about Dawson?

  “My weekend was fun, but I spent very little of it with Brooklyn.”

  Annie says, “Really, what happened?”

  But class gets started, and we aren’t allowed to talk.

  Then we are allowed to talk, but only in french. So I ramble on about what happened, and they both look at me blankly.

  Annie says, “Something about stupid?”

  Aiden says, “I got something about boy. So he was a stupid boy?”

  “Yeah, basically, that’s the gist of it. I only was at the tournament for about an hour or so, then I left and went up to Dawson’s house. He and Riles had a bunch of people there. It was a lot fun.”

  “You shouldn’t be hanging out with Dawson. He’s a jerk.”

  Annie says, “He can be a jerk. He’s way hot.”

  I turn around to face Aiden, “Why do you think that? No one else thinks that.”

  “My sister does.”

  “Everyone thinks their ex’s are jerks. It’s easier than admitting they did something wrong in the relationship.”

  “Well she’s with Jake now, and she’s happy, so that’s what matters to me.”

  And I know I shouldn’t repeat this, really I shouldn’t, but it comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Yeah, he asked her out because she’s a hot piece.” (Keatyn’s mean girl comes out here. I didn’t like it, so I cut it.)

  His eyes get big at me, and the shock on his face tells me he can’t believe I would say such a thing, so I add, “His words, not mine. You know, even though their breakup was bad, I’ve never heard Dawson say one bad word about your sister. I think that says a lot about a guy.”

  He slumps down in his seat and doesn’t say a word, french, or otherwise, for the rest of class.

  That or he wants in your pants.

  Dance

  “So you got drunk and had sex with Dawson, huh?” Peyton sneers. (Peyton as the mean girl, too? What?!)

  And I can’t help it. I know Dawson told me this in confidence, and he would be disappointed to hear me say this, but I do, “I don’t need to be drunk to want to sleep with Dawson. He’s extremely sexy. But no, the night I got a little drunk, I didn’t sleep with him. Not that it’s any of your business. And you and Jake are adorable. I’m so happy for you. And for him to ask you out so quickly, he must really like you a lot.”

  That or he wants in your pants.

  But I don’t say that.

  I’m above that.

  Usually.

  Plus, she could probably make my life a living hell around here if she wanted. She’s very popular. In the I’m a gorgeous super over achiever kind of way. If she weren’t so nice, everyone would probably hate her.

  But I also know that Dawson is equally popular. Everyone loves him. And why shouldn’t they? Other than his messy break up with her, he’s stayed out of trouble, has never been viewed as a player, he’s hot, and a good athlete. He’s adorable and sweet. I really don’t care what people think much, but I do know enough to know that what people think can be a fickle thing.

  I am definitely screwed.

  8:50pm

  On my laptop, looking up gods, demigods. I figure it’s important for me to determine what exactly he is, if I’m going to be able to avoid his spells, or cosmic force, or whatever power it is that he has. I also need to do some recon to try and determine if he has this effect on all girls, just me, or just certain ones.

  Then I wonder if maybe we were connected somehow in a past life, and that’s why his pull on me is so strong. But also my feelings for him lately have been more toward the hatred side of feelings. Because I HATE that he does this to me.

  Smiles at me.

  Why does he have to smile at me?

  Why does he have to be all, How was your weekend?

  UGGG!! So just to set the record straight. I very much believe in God. In ONE God. The gods I am referring to here are of the Greek, maybe Roman, type god world. I have never really determined how they fit into real religion because they don’t really. I think they are more of a thing we study as history. (I so love how obsessed she is with trying to figure out Aiden. How she goes to the Internet for information trying to figure out what magical powers he might have that cause her heart to beat faster when he’s around. His magnetic pull toward her. The way he fills her head with cotton candy.)

  But I’m thinking now, maybe they represent temptation.

  Whatever.

  Just go with me on this
.

  So technically a demi god is a half god. To become a demi god you typically have one human parent and one god parent. I haven’t met his parents, so I can’t be sure of this. His sister certainly was blessed with many talents and good looks, but she doesn’t seem to have the magnetic pull.

  A demi god can also be a human that becomes a god. Or an extremely powerful figure that becomes like a god. He is a male being, usually the result of a god and a mortal getting busy, who has some, but not all, of the powers of a god.

  I google search, How to protect yourself from a demigod.

  The first article it pulled up was how to protect yourself on facebook.

  Shit.

  Not what I was looking for, but I peruse this article for a minute. And just what I thought. There is nothing in there about not allowing friends to tag you in potentially damaging photos that will cause all sorts of shit. Worthless article.

  Then I found an article on ways to protect yourself if you are a demi god. The person who wrote this article is apparently one (or thinks he is) and says that he and most demigods are not popular, and this is so they can hide from the monsters, centaurs and things that try to hunt them.

  Obviously this person needs to get a life.

  He did however raise an interesting point. That most gods are given a weapon by their parent.

  But I already know that they gave Aiden his mouth, that smile, those perfect teeth, that silky smooth voice.

  Oh, sorry.

  Okay, so then I come upon a quiz that says, Take this quiz to find out which of the gods would be your parents.

  Obviously, I had to answer the questions for him. It could be he doesn’t even know he is a god yet, and is just testing his fledgling newfound powers out on me. God help me, if he ever discovers their true potential.