I've gone through far too much to watch it tumble and splinter apart. The worst part is knowing that I have been warned about high school girls and I understand why my friends tried to talk me out of this profession. Clearly they're at a stage in life where hormones take control. The school's proclaimed Bimbo-squad (Honestly I can see why they've been blessed with that title), a trio of delinquent grade tens; are going out of their way to act all grown-up around me. Margo informed me how they've picked on her Monday morning when Genevieve came to her defense. Genevieve Roberts seems to be the exception. If all of my hard work goes to waist she'd be at fault, but in that sentence I would be just as much to blame. There's something different about her, she doesn't act anything like other girls her age. I can't seem to get those warm chocolate colored eyes out of my mind. It's not the normal brownish tint either, lots of milk needs to be mixed in to get that gorgeous shade. Her lips are plump and those naturally glossed ones have me thinking of illegal things. She doesn't seem to be interested in any of 'em boys at school. She's of rare beauty, unforgettable and a minor above all else. I might be a full ten years older then Margo, but she frankly informs me that I'm young and naïve at heart. On another occasion she declared that I'm an open book which apparently reads easily. I should be careful or else sister dearest would take notice in my current situation; not knowing how she'd be reacting scares me more than I care to admit. Mr. and Mrs Roberts told us (Margo and I) to dress up casually for tonight's party. Apparently their eldest child, Shaun Roberts, will be home for his sister's birthday and they want us to meet. Said something in the line of possible companionship. I should act with complete caution when it comes to her brothers. Harrison strike me as the over protective type, Shaun's personality is unknown off and her dad; he's a massive piece of meat. I wouldn't want to get on his bad side either. As I finished tying up my colorful board shorts, my bedroom door swung open. Showing off a cutely dressed Margo, standing in my door frame. "Who are you trying to impress?" She asked me with a wink. She couldn't have caught wind yet, or, had she? Why does it feel like she'd be disappointed in me if ever the truth is to surface? If it wasn't for the mere principle that I'm her English teacher, the age alone won't bother me, because according to her status and grownup personality she's much older then her seventeen years. She's much more mature than any of the girls at the learning department. "As usual your imagination is running wild with you," I told her as I took in her clothing and cleared my throat. "In anyway, Mrs Roberts' husband quite frankly scares me and she's much too old for my taste," I concluded trying to lighten up the moment. Margo is wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and her favorite purple off-the-shoulder shirt. Matching beach sandals swallowed her feet up whole. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously at me, "Genevieve perhaps?" I did the one thing that I should never do when I'm around this sister of mine; I avoided eye contact as I informed her not to worry. I'm glad that she let it slide for now, but I'm sure to get a handful of her lectures later on. I sighed in a deep contorted manner as she left the room, allowing me a little privacy. I ended my cool look with some black sneakers.
As we stepped outside the vehicle a lively atmosphere greeted us. The party seems to be underway. I knocked a few times on the door before it swung open. She stood in front of me in less then I've expected to see her in. The silver shining stud in her navel shimmers beneath the light's gentle touch. Her skin is wet and her hair sleek, like she'd enjoyed a quick swim. Her black and pink polka-dot bikini hugs all of her curves like a glove. A faint candyfloss tint crossed her cheeks when she took notice in me. I know that she likes me; she'd been obvious since the beginning but no matter how I try to sugar-coat it; wrong stays wrong. I suck in a deep visible breath that didn't go unnoticed by Margo or, the teenage beauty that's standing before my eyes. "What's taking so long Geni?" A guy asked as he joined her side. I don't recognize him. They have similar facial features which must mean that their related one way or another. "Welcome, please come in. You must be Misha Anderson. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Geni's eldest brother, Shaun Roberts," he introduced himself politely after we've entered. I shook his hand firmly. "This is my sister, Margo," I informed him. He smiled down at her endearingly. "For God's sake Geni, put on some clothing. You can't welcome people to your party looking like that. You'd give the poor fellow a nosebleed," he told her with a teasing smile. I can tell that he's fooling around but she turned around nonetheless and made for her room. Margo followed close behind her. She looked at me from over her shoulder as they head up the stairway. Wow! She's absolutely gorgeous. She's Mind blowingly beautiful. I'm complete and utterly spellbound. I'm a warm-blooded man after all, how could I not react when someone like her passes by. I licked my lips mostly unaware of the action. Shaun gave me a pat on the shoulder; I looked up straight at his smirking complexion. "I know that my sister is absolutely studding and you seem like a cool guy, but you do know that it's against school policy to date a student, right?" I sighed in defeat.
I've been discovered. One of her siblings knows, however, I'm glad that he's not giving me crap about it. A throaty laugh erupted from his lips. "Come on dude; let me get you something to drink. Be careful, I don't think that dad would be as understanding as I am," he warned me. I rubbed the bulge that's slowly growing within my pants and grunted slightly under my breath as I followed Shaun through the house. This action only made him roar with laughter. I pulled at the hem of my shirt some more, covering up the evidence. I wouldn't want it to reach the naked eye. At the pool area I quickly took a seat before anybody could take notice in my troubled form. Shaun grinned knowingly like the Cheshire cat before grabbing two beers out of a bucket of ice. He handed me one and I nodded in appreciation. Their enormous pool is rippling with kids splashing and playing around in its cool delight. While others chat around the bonfire, the pit of charcoal crackles away. Flecks of ruby kiss the evening sky. I'm sitting amongst a group of Shaun's family, chops sizzling away on the grill with a beer at hand. Hopefully a few cold ones could clear my mind. The image of her swirls like liquid within my mind space, to set me free from it I would have to consume something much stronger than this bottle of golden fluid. Anything stronger and we'd have to spend the night, as it is standing, Margo would most likely not even get into a vehicle with me seeing how I have a beer at hand. The night is young after all and I'm sure that one won't be the limit!