Angel in the Centerfold

chapter six

by greyeyedgirl

Author's note: Okay, so if you haven't guessed, this story is rated R. If you are like 8 years old, do not read. If you are my English teacher, do not read. Get it? Got it?

Good.

edit: Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to roryg, the girl who reviewed until she got an update. :D Hope you like:D

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Izzie gasped for breath, feeling David's hand slide up her shirt.

"You sure?" He murmured.

"Uh huh."

His lips went up and down her stomach, she moaned as she felt his hands travel to the zipper on her pants. "Izzie, I love you," he whispered.

She had grown up hearing stories like this. Even her own father had done it. The guy came over all sweet and nice and mature, and the second you let him into your pants he tossed you aside. It was the ultimate cliche for trailer-trash, poor white America.

David wasn't trash. He wasn't poor or stupid or lazy or a drunk. He was hers.

And now his shirt was off. "Izzie..." he whispered again. She succumbed.

"Do you have a...?" She murmured.

David pulled himself off, looking at her fearfully. His eyes answered the question.

"Oh, Iz," he said. He wiped his face with his hand. He sighed, falling next to her on his back on the bed.

He slowly leaned on his side, looking at her face and smiling. "It's okay. We don't have to do that. There are...other ways for us to enjoy ourselves." He grinned. "I promise I don't have anything." He rolled onto her again, kissing her fully.

"Mmmm...when do your parents get home?"

"Late. Probably about nine-thirty. When do you have to be home?"

Izzie pulled him closer, kissing him again. "Doesn't matter."

David kissed her harder. "You sure?"

Izzie responded happily. "Yeah."

David started to laugh, lightly kissing her cheek and then her eyebrows. "Let's not worry about it yet, then."

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"And so, if we're going by the free enterprise system, we have to apply the price effect to this problem. Think about the elasticity of prices of computers. Anyone know the answer?"

Izzie stared blankly out the window from the back row of her Economics class, listening to the old moron in front ramble on.

"Well, if you get an expensive-I mean, fancy-computer, it's going to cost more than an older outdated one. You kids get it?"

Mr. Bradley looked out into a sea of bored, gum-chewing teenagers. "So what's the answer?" a kid in the front yelled.

Bradley sighed. "Price revenue, 695.47."

Izzie doodled "DM" on the side of her study guide and then erased it.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.

There was a series of shuffles as kids stood up, all walking dazedly to the door.

"That moron doesn't even know what he's talking about," a short redhead complained. "I swear to God, he needs to be fcking fired."

Izzie laughed. "Jeez, Jaimie, how do you really feel?" The short girl turned to her and smirked, grinning.

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"All right, class, get out your books. We're working on a poem today called 'The Day at the Park.' We're going to analyze it and see what we can find out what this poet was thinking."

Izzie turned to page 24 in her book, feeling David's eyes on her.

"Miss Macky? Can you explain what she means in line 10?" A girl asked. Izzie tuned out, carefully not letting her gaze meet David's.

"She's comparing the actual events of her life and using them as metaphors at the same time. It was very clever, really."

Izzie heard a couple kids let out sighs of understanding, then started fiddling with her pen.

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"Izzie!" David's voice came out in a short burst, he cornered her outside the Mathletes meeting, taking her hand and grinning. Izzie blushed, looking down at the floor of the parking lot and grinning. "Hey," David murmured. Izzie looked away, grinning nervously.

"Do you want to go to my house? We can hang out or watch a movie or something."

Izzie turned her gaze so it was focused on David. "Really watch a movie?" She blushed furiously, trying not to giggle, desperate not to sound like the girls she despised, the ones who masked under gallons of make-up and blonde hair dye, ones who gave up everything for their boyfriends, ones who made snide remarks to the trailer-park girls or who picked at 100-calorie salads at lunch time. She was not a stereotype. She was Isobel Renee Stevens.

David's lips twitched, the blush in his cheeks mixing with his olive skin and making her heart race. "Yes. If you want. I want us to do whatever you want."

"Okay," Izzie said grinning, suddenly more confident, her silent pep talk reminding her of who she was, and what she could be.

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'I'm here to rescue you!'

Izzie and David sat silently on David's couch, her head against his shoulder, as the Star Wars VHS played on David's VCR. David's head tipped so it was resting on hers.

"I didn't see you much today," David murmured. "Did you have a good day?"

"Uh huh," Izzie said cheerfully, her eyes glued to the screen, her feet curled up on the couch next to her. "You?"

"It was good. So what happened? Take me through your whole day. I want to know," he breathed, bending his head to kiss her cheek. Izzie's breath caught, but she tried not to show it.

"In Economics...it was boring, you know Bradley, he's so stupid...um, English was good, I really liked that poem."

"It was pretty," David agreed, grinning down at her. Izzie looked away from the screen to watch his face.

"And um...gym was normal, we're doing archery...I hit the target 5 times out of ten."

David laughed. "That's not bad for your first time."

"Two of those were the wrong target."

David laughed harder, his eyes twinkling as he watched her.

"Tech was boring, I just did a project on Excel...Science was great, I loved that lab, when I did my theoretical answer I only had a .76 error for experimental...and math and band were good, of course."

David grinned, leaning down to kiss her. Izzie felt herself surrender, leaning backwards as his lips grew more forceful.

"Izzie..." he whispered, making her pulse race. Izzie closed her eyes tightly, gasping for breath. Since when was it so hard for her to think?

"Izzie...I..." Izzie slowly broke away, breath mixed. "I've loved you for so long," he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. "So many years. You have no idea."

Izzie wrapped her arms around him, feeling his strong body push against hers.

"David..."

David slowly unzipped her jeans, feeling the soft contours of her skin. "Shhh," he whispered. "I know."

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(clapping to the beat)

"Come on!

Does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete?

My homeroom homeroom angel has stole me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes,

no one could ever stain

The memory of my angel

Could never cause me pain

The years go by, I'm looking through

A girlie magazine

And there's my homeroom angel in the pages in between

My blood runs cold,

my memory has just been sold!

My Angel in the Centerfold

Angel in the Centerfold!

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold!

Angel in the Centerfold

Slipping notes under the desk

Flowers lickin' about her dress

I was shy I turned away

Before she caught my eye

I was shaking in my shoes

Whenever she flashed those baby blues!

Something had a hold on me

When an angel passed close by

Those soft fuzzy sweaters

Too magical to touch

To see her in them every day was a feeling just too much

My blood runs cold! My memory has just been sold!

My angel in the centerfold

Angel in the centerfold

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold!

Oh yeah!

Angel in the Centerfold!

Na na nah na na nah. Nana nah nana nah na na. Na na nah na na nah. Nana nah nana nah na na."

Sarai, Cameron, and Lilly all bounced around Sarai's bedroom, singing at the top of their lungs with the song, when Izzie walked forced-calmly into the room. Sarai saw her first, stopping mid "Na nana na nah nah" as she watched Izzie carefully step forward, a fake smile on her face, her eyes hard.

"Hey!" Sarai squealed, running forward. "Congrats on the Mathletes thing. Cameron told us you and her made the team." She paused. "Is it a team?"

Izzie stepped forward, trying to smile. "Yeah, thanks. Are you gonna come to the competition? It's in a few weeks."

It was a tribute to the girls' friendship that Sarai and Lilly smiled and said they'd make it. Reaching over to turn off the tape player, Sarai plopped down on her tie-dyed bedspread.

"So Izzie," she said. "What's up? It seems like you've been up in space lately."

Izzie set down on the bed tentatively, trying to keep the smile on her face. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't pull that 'what do you mean' bull with us, Izzie," Lilly said, grinning loosely. "Come on. Spill."

Cameron watched her carefully from her spot leaning against the large stereo tape player, pulling at a thread from her cut-off jean shorts.

Izzie looked at the three girls back and forth. "What are you talking about," she said laughing. "I've just been busy, what with our midterms and everything coming up, and mathletes, plus I've got jazz band practice and Youth in Government will be starting soon. I've been helping my mom out, too." She smiled. "Sorry if I've seemed distant. I've just been busy."

Lilly looked at her for a second, then shrugged, turning away to start picking up some of Sarie's perfume from her dresser. "Okay. Sorry if it seemed like we were coming on really strong, we were just curious."

Izzie grinned sincerely. "Well, don't worry. My life is boring. Nothing going on."

Lilly and Cameron laughed, as Cameron pushed 'play' on Sarie's tape set. Izzie smiled, then got up to start dancing with them, not noticing Sarie watch her carefully.