Keatyn Unscripted (The Keatyn Chronicles Book 8)

by Jillian Dodd

He thinks my lips are his BLISS?! And he left me the Hershey’s BLISS candies. That is sooooo freaking adorable. I might cry, it’s so adorable. So I text him. Also the night he quoted Keats, that was about bliss too. (It’s so adorable I want to cry. Also, I love this scene. I love what he does. How he’s wooing her even though she’s dating Dawson and how she throws it in his face.)

  Me: Bliss, huh? The Keats quote. The candies? Pretty clever of you.

  Hottie God: Bout time you figured it out. So?

  Me: So what?

  Hottie God: Are my lips YOUR bliss?

  Me: I have a bf, I can’t answer that question.

  Hottie God: You just did.

  Me: What do you mean?

  Hottie God: If his lips WERE your bliss, you would have said NO to me.

  Me: Uh....

  Hottie God: So I was looking over these ideas you sent Brad. They’re good. But you have to know which one I’m going for.

  Me: No, which one?

  Hottie God: You’ll find out tomorrow. I’m busy doing a little campaigning of my own tonight.

  Me: Idk what that means exactly, but okay. 7am, bright and early :/

  Hottie God: No :/ Now it’s :) cuz you get to see me :)

  Tuesday, Sept 13th

  I so wish I could go to boarding school.

  7 am

  Brad starts out introducing Aiden to the group, starts talking right away about the ideas that I suggested. I suggested that we brainstorm for some other ideas, but they all seem to have been brainwashed. They were all like, We like the Parisian theme, so we can brainstorm for the following weeks, and we should probably make up a calendar for the rest of this semester, but lets start planning this now.

  Brad says, “I think we should shoot for the weekend of October 1st. It’s a few weeks before homecoming, so it won’t interfere and will be a fun way to kick this off.”

  Then he turns to Peyton and Aiden and says, “Okay, now this meeting’s yours.”

  And it is. Peyton and Aiden have a bunch of French Parisian themed stuff already figured out. We are setting it all up in the student cafe area, the student lounge, and the area outside the coffee bar. They are all kind of near each other and will provide us with indoor and outdoor space. They are going to have the drama club have mimes running around, um, miming, I guess is what they do. The art club is going to have “street artists” set up inside and out, doing paintings and feeling like they are living on a Paris street. She’s having theater tech class doing some props and backdrops of Paris to hang in the cafe and outside. The circle of friends is trying to earn money for a conference they want to go to, so they are going to be bringing in french pastries from a local bakery and reselling them. The cafe ladies and the chef was super excited. They are going to make us croque monsieur’s one day, and are adding other french items to the menu that weekend. They are even going to offer a french cooking class on how to make the perfect french grilled cheese. If you have never had a croque monsieur, you are seriously missing out. It’s not just a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, it’s the bread they use, and then the béchamel sauce that goes with it. It’s almost better than dessert.

  The Student Council is going to put up a big screen on the football field one night, sell tickets, and show classic old french romance movies. The French Club is going to sell picnic baskets with wine (like non alcoholic wine) and cheese and goodies to sit romantically and watch the movie.

  They have totally taken my idea and run with it. And run with it in less than twenty four hours.

  Seriously, how did they do all this? I’m impressed, and this is just the beginning, they still have to announce their ideas to the rest of school. They are hoping each dorm will get in the spirit and decorate. They’re thinking about offering some prize and letting people vote for whose is the best. The staff has told us we can dress “french” on Friday, instead of in our uniforms, the football coaches are going to teach the students how to play boules, which is a French form of lawn bowling. And then there will be a boules tournament.

  They aren’t even done talking, and I’m texting Kym. (You’ll notice that while the idea of the themed weekends ended up in the published series, the first one was Greek with the Gods of the Olympics competition as one of the events. And it was so fitting. And when Aiden announced it, Keatyn cringed because she thought somehow he knew that’s what she called him. How his godly powers made her feel. I also cut this next scene. Because, by now, Keatyn can figure out her own damn wardrobe. But I totally agree with Kym. I want to go to Eastbrooke, too.)

  Me: Need a Parisian looking outfit to wear to school on Friday, 10-1 also need something adorable and slightly french looking and romantic to wear to sit outside with a picnic and a hot boy and watch a romantic french film.

  Kym: I so wish I could go to boarding school.

  History

  In history, we get a chance to work in our groups on our projects. We are supposed to break down our assigned time period and talk about the economic, cultural, global and religious factors. We assign each of the four of us one of the topics, and then decide to gossip. The gossip turns to Riley, who apparently had a little liaison of his own this weekend and didn’t tell me about it. I guess a bunch of people went to a movie on Saturday, and one of the people that went was a really pretty junior named Ariela. I guess they hit it off, made out at the movies, and hung out most of Sunday. He is waiting to see if she turns stalkerish before he asks her to hang out again. So far, so good. (This got cut. And I love the scene in his room when he talks about meeting her. And how he keeps saying how pretty she is.)

  You Tube is where it’s at.

  Lunch

  Today at lunch, I sat with Annie, Katie, Carson, Maggie, Riley and Dallas. Dallas is sitting next to me, and he’s telling me that he kinda likes Katie. Which I was afraid would happen.

  Is it bad that I want to keep Dallas for myself?

  “We’re going to the cave tonight. I don’t care how much homework you have or how tired you are. You’re going. You, me, and Riley. Don’t invite anyone else. I mean we can’t stop people from being there, but you know, we don’t have to tell them we are going, and we don’t have to invite them. And that includes your boyfriend.”

  “I don’t wanna like lie to him.”

  “Don’t lie to him, just don’t tell him.You know I like Dawes, I just want to talk to you without him sucking on your face.”

  “Okay, fine.”

  “Tonight, baby,” Riley grins at me. (Pretty sure all this got cut, although Dallas did end up taking Katie to homecoming.)

  “So how’s the campaigning going?” Dallas asks.

  “It’s going great. It was a great way to meet everyone. We handed out a ton of candy, and I had three boys asked for my number.” Maggie tells us.

  “So what do you think of my competition?” I ask Annie, who is probably the most informed.

  “Well I’d say your only real competition is Benjamin. He wants to be President someday, he’s very serious, and he would probably do a really good job. He’s talking about all sorts of important issues, like funding and economic change.”

  “It’s freaking student council people, he’s not going to affect funding or economic change here.”

  “Well I don’t know, he just sounds good when he talks, and he’s kinda sexy in that nerdy kinda way.”

  Great.

  I silently curse Bill Gates and all the other rich internet techno whiz geeks for making nerds in vogue.

  Riley’s like, “The guy’s a douche.”

  Dallas interrupts, “So Riles and I have an idea that could get you more votes than the douche.”

  “Really, whats that?”

  “Lets shoot a video. Promoting your campaign. We can dress you all sexy, and then you can look like you’re going to undress, like those web domain commercials, and then say if you vote for Keatyn, you can get like a special access code to get on the web to see what happens next. All the guys would vote for you for sure. And most of
the girls too just because they would want to see what you did.”

  Riley’s like, “It’s a good plan, Kiki. You Tube is where it’s at.”

  I think about this and then ask, “So basically, I could vote for Benjamin, tell you I voted for me, then you’d give me that code?”

  Dallas scrunches up his nose. “Oh, yeah well, we might have to rework that.”

  “And what would I do in the access code video?”

  Riley says, “Well, uh, we thought maybe take your shirt off.”

  “ARE YOU NUTS?!!!”

  “Calm down, it was just an idea. We’re trying to help you here.”

  “I’m not buying votes with nakedness. My gosh, my mother would freaking KILL me, and I’d probably get kicked out of school for that.” (Not to mention the stalker would find her.)

  Riley leans over and whispers in my ears, “Wouldn’t be the first time you do something that could get you kicked out.” I punch him.

  Dallas is scratching his head, “Oh, yeah, well we didn’t really think of that.”

  “Hows your speech coming? Annie asks.”I think the speeches will be important.”

  “My speech sucks.”

  “Let me see it, I’ll work on it.”

  So I give her my little cards.

  Dawson comes up behind me, says, “If you’re done, lets go outside.”

  And I happily do.

  We sit on our bench.

  He kisses me sweetly and then a little not so sweetly.

  “Dawes, we can’t kiss like this out here, or we’ll get in trouble.”

  Kissing is pretty much okay, but sitting around seriously making out in public is sorta against school rules.

  “I can’t help it. God, you’re sexy. I’m like the luckiest guy at school. The library was amazing. Like crazy amazing.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know what got into me. Well, actually I do. That was payback for what you did to me during the JV game last week.”

  “When I had my hands under the sweatshirt?”

  “Yeah, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  He kisses me, “MMhhhmmm, so you liked that?”

  “I did, obviously.”

  “So I talked to my parents last night.”

  “Oh, what about?” I feel myself go into a panicked state.

  “About you.”

  “Oh, gosh, do they hate me?”

  He kisses me sweetly, “No, they liked you. My dad especially. He told me you were hot, then Mom said, that’s not appropriate, and he said, whatever and Mom said she thought you were very well mannered, articulate, and extremely pretty. And then my dad said I seemed very happy. And I said, yeah, and then Dad said, I mean very happy. And I was like, Mom still there, and he was like, No your mother went to tell your brother to turn off his xbox and go to bed. And then he was like, Sooooo, why are you so happy? (This mostly got cut, too.)

  “What did you tell him?”

  “I just said you are amazing.”

  “And?”

  “He said I seemed like more carefree with you, happy. I was finally like Dad, Is happy supposed to be code word for are we having sex and is that what is making me happy?

  And my dad was like, I’m old, I don’t get to date pretty young things, so yes, that’s what I was wondering.”

  “Did you tell your dad??” My eyes get huge.

  “You told your mom and stepdad.”

  “Oh gosh. I’m never going to be able to look at him.”

  “I just told him he was right about you making me very happy. So he knew, plus he and I talked before about how, you know, like Peyton never seemed like she wanted to with me, and I wondered if it was me, if I was doing something wrong. Well actually, I tried to have that talk with my older brother, but dad overheard us and since then, he’s been kinda anti-Peyton.” (I mean, Whitney.)

  “Oh, he’s my new favorite person.”

  I grab his face in my hands and plant a big kiss on him. The bell rings.

  “Damn classes,” he says, “just when things were getting good. You going to the game with me tonight? Or you hanging with your friends?”

  “Both?”

  “Sounds good, Keatie. Actually what would sound better is if you meet me in my dorm before we walk down there. Like say 6:30?”

  I look a little sad about that. I’m not sure why. I want him, just I want that not to be all it is.

  He tilts his head, says, “Actually, I have a better idea. Lets go get some mexican food, then come back and watch the game. Just us.”

  I smile.

  Game

  7 pm

  Dinner with Dawson was fun, we always have such an easy going fun time with each other. Which it’s surprising how chill we can be one minute, and how the next minute all I want to do is attack him. We kissed a bit in the car. And then we could hear the whistle blowing, starting the game. I don’t wanna miss Dallas and the boys play, so we hurry up, stopping to get some skittles along the way. For some reason, like hardly anyone is here yet, so we go up to the top of the bleachers, so we can sit with our backs up against the skybox. He wraps me in his arms. And I’m secretly wishing no one shows up.

  Especially now that he’s whispering in my ear.

  “So I wanna go back to my room after the game and uh, make you feel good.”

  “Oh, really? How ya gonna do that?”

  “I have my ways, and a few new ideas as well.”

  “Tell me.”

  And he does, in detail.

  He tells me things I probably should not repeat. They are uh, pretty intimate and quite sexy.

  Whoohh!!!

  I feel so suddenly warm, I have to take off my sweatshirt.

  “Maybe we should just go do that now. Skip the game.”

  About the second he spoke the words, and I was ready to take him up on it, a big group of our friends bounded up the bleachers towards us.

  “Hmmm, damn friends, but I’m still gonna sit here and tell you all I’m going to do to you, until you can’t stand it anymore and drag me back to my dorm and beg.”

  I made it til halftime. (This scene is very Keatyn and Dawson, but I’m pretty sure it got cut.)

  Dawson’s dorm room

  8:45 pm

  We’re laying across his bed, feeling extremely happy, satisfied, dreamy. He wasn’t joking about what he was going to do to me and took extreme pleasure in making me practically beg for him. He walks me to my dorm, kisses me sweetly, smacks my butt, grins at me, and walks away. (And this.)

  Especially the places you’ve been getting kissed.

  1:15am

  Riley, Dallas and I are laying on a blanket, having already smoked a bit and are just big chilling.

  “So tell me about your new girls.”

  Dallas says, “Well I kissed Beth after the game tonight.” (Who is Beth? LOL But I like this scene.)

  Riley is like, “That’s cool, dude, what else did you do?”

  “Just kissed.”

  “Kisses are nice,” I say dreamily.

  “Especially the places you’ve been getting kissed,” Riley says.

  “You don’t know anything.”

  “I have a really good imagination. And don’t think my brother doesn’t confide in me because he does. He and I have gotten close this year. It’s pretty cool.”

  “What’s he been telling you?”

  “Just that you like turn him on. I guessed about the library thing. When it was just him and I throwing at practice today, he confirmed it. He told me how tonight he wanted to try and make you feel really good. I’m assuming that as dreamy as you’re acting, and the fact you left at half, he succeeded.”

  “Wait,” Dallas says. “What happened in the library?”

  “Kiki was naughty in a private study room.”

  “How naughty?”

  “Not all the way naughty, but pretty naughty. My brother is lucky.”

  Dallas rolls over toward me, close to my face. This is usually how he starts to kiss me. Then he ju
st looks at me and says, “Yeah, he is.”

  It makes me want to kiss him. I even grabbed his face and held it in my hands, just looking at him.

  “So, I’m really nervous about this whole campaign speech thing tomorrow. What do y’all think I should say? Part of me wishes I wouldn’t have done it. With soccer, dance, social committee, french club, tutoring aiden, homework, and Dawson, I’m like majorly crunched for time.”

  “How’s tutoring the god going?” Dallas asks.

  “It’s fine. Sometimes I think we might be able to be friends. So what should I say tomorrow?”

  Riley says, “I don't think it matters what you say. Just look hot. All the guys will vote for you.”

  “And what do guys find hot?”

  Dallas says, “Boots. Love the boots.”

  I get back in through my window and am trying to quietly get to my closet to get undressed, when I trip over a box laying in the middle of the floor.

  “Keatyn, what are you doing?” Katie yells at me.

  “Oh, I was just....”

  “Getting back from sneaking out to see Dawson?”

  “Uh, no with Riley and Dallas.”

  “Take me next time. Riley is hot. I don’t think I would mind if that boy used me. And Dallas is ADORABLE, I think he’d be fun to kiss. Oh, and that box you tripped over was delivered for you today.”

  I take the box into the closet, turn on the light, and open it. Inside are a pair of gorgeous cowboy boots. They are navy with a gorgeous swirly design in red, black and golden yellow leather. I look at the name on the box. It’s from the boot shop in East Texas where my grandpa has his boots custom made. His one big splurge.

  Inside one of the boots is a note. From Grandpa.

  Can’t let my Keatyn get all uppity out there, or turn into some damn, Yankee. Had Javier make these for you to match your uniform. And don’t be afraid to kick some ass and raise a little hell. Love you, Papa.