Wishes (working on title)

Ginger shook her head. "I don't eat dinner, or much of breakfast." she said truthfully. Gee, he wasn't nervious to her question at all, huh? She relaxed against the couch. "So why don't you TRY to find a serious girlfriend I mean... Isn't that what you want?"
"Well, yeah. But... I'm not sure where to look for her. Or how to approach her."
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Ginger asked.
He turned beat red. "Of course! God, Ginger, I'm not completely clue less." he shook his head.
Ginger laughed. "You've never kissed a girl!" she laughed for the longest time.
"Have too."
"Aww, you poor baby you've lived your life without kissing a girl and your mama or family members don't count." she laughed.
He was glowing with embarassment.
Ginger laughed. She wondered what he was thinking.

Matt was so embarrassed. He couldn't believe what she was saying. But she just kept taunting him. He was starting to get mad. he was normally very even tempered, but this girl was getting to him. He growled and did something unthinkable. In fact, he wasn't thinking. He pulled Ginger into his arms and kissed her passionately. He was a good kisser according to a couple of girls, but he just didn't kiss a lot.

He swept her hair back as he kissed her passionately. He finally pulled away.

Then he turned even reder. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. You were taunting me...and...I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He felt like a complete idiot. He was such a dork.

Ginger glared and then smiled. "It's alright, your first kiss. I guess." She joked.
"It wasn't really." he said turning away from her.
"Well, now you can tell your friends you kissed a lesbian that has probably kissed more girls than Katy Perry."
He started laughing. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, kind of enjoyable. That made me remember why I liked guys." she shrugged. "It's the guys like you that make a difference." she smiled.

Matt blushed. "Really?" He asked. He wasn't used to getting compliments like that. "Thanks. I'm going to make me something to eat. if you'd like anything, hollar." He walked into the kitchen and shut his eyes. That kiss had been amazing. Her lips were so delicious. He wanted to just hold her like that forever. He groaned and grabbed something. He didn't even know what he was doing. But he did like to cook.

Ginger groaned inwardly, why had she lied? That kiss was beyong amazing! Maybe because she had a reason she didn't want to be distracted during school. She wanted to finish school. She searched through her backpack and looked through her phone, her cell didn't have any messages, she closed her phone and turned it off.
She got down on the floor, opening one her textbooks and layed on her stomach, and started working on it. She wondered if she'd ever tell him the true about her being straight, would he be mad? It was too soon to tell... what was he thinking? She wondered.

Matt finished making his sandwich and went back into the living room. "Are you spending the night?" He askeed curiously as he went ad grabbed out his advance courses. he was a senior and he loved it. He wanted to go to Harvard and had worked extremely hard to get there. He started calc. Math wasnzt his best subject, but it wasn't his worst. He got teased a lot on the field for being such a goody two shoes. He didn't really care. He started working diligently.

Ginger smiled. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
he blushed, "well, your really cool."
"And I have a beyond mazing mouth right?" she laughed. "I dunno, maybe I might. I'm not exactly sure yet.

**time skip. Lets say... 4 months?**

Ginger's cheek was pressed down on the pillow, she groaned when the alarm went off. She slammed her fist on it. She rolled over and fell out of bed, hitting her head on the side of the nightstand.
"Oww." she mumbled. She got up and knocked on the bathroom door. "hurry, up. Your going to make me be really late." she yawned.
Matt opened the door, looking more pissed than he was last night, he crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked down at Ginger.
"Your still mad aboout last night huh?" she said wincing.

**I was bored, he can be mad about anything I just thought it would be funny. I was thinking he found out she was straight.**

Matt growled. "No duh. when were you going to tell me Ginger?! Oh, by the way...I'm not a Lesbian. I was just testing you. Making sure you would still be interested and all this time, I've been lying to you." He glared. He was so mad. He likedher...a lot. And now...He shook his head. "If you were so desperate to protect yourself, why didn't you say so?! I have never lied to you, ginger, Forgive me for assuming you wouldn't lie to me..."

"Oh stop it!" Ginger yelled throwing a towel at him. "You knew why I lied to you!"
"No, not really why don't you inlighten me? That's not something to joke about."
"I wasn't joking." She said to walk into the kitchen, he was right behind her.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry you were just lying to me for the first four months I met you, actually five and a half." he said then he blocked her, her back was pressed lazily against the wall. He towered over her.
"Well, now you know why."
"Because you wanted to finish school without a distraction? Why didn't you just tell me, so I wouldn't have to go crazy trying to figure out ways to turn you straight. I went completely insane!"
"Well, no one told you to like me."
"I didn't think I had to tell you at all." he said rolling his eyes.
"So are you still mad?" she asked.
"Yes Ginger! Yes, I am still mad. I don't know how long it will take to sink in, now that we live together, it'll be a little hard to you know avoid."

Matt backed up. "I have early morning practice. i'll get ready there. Call me if you need a ride." He yanked on a shirt, grabbed his gym bag and backpack, and was out the door. He didn't care how he looked. He was so mad...Everyone could tell too when he got on the field. He was unstoppable today. It also helped blow off some of his steam. He showered and changed. He opened his phone and texted Ginger. "Do you need a ride?" He asked.

Ginger's phone vibrated. "No, I'm getting a ride from Scott." she sent back. "I'm going to the Alfrado."
"What's the Alfrado, and who's Scott?" he texted back.
"A modeling agency and my ex-boyfriend. How do you think I get my money?" she asked, then realized that probably wasn't the best questions.
"By lying to your closest friend." he sent back.
She didn't text him back, he didn't know but she'd hurt herself more than she hurt him. But it still hurt that he was mad at her.

Matt sighed and closed his phone. He headed to class.the day seemed lonely without Ginger. He missed her a lot. His practice sucked. He needed her in his life. He just hoped that when he got home she would be there.

He pulled out his phone as soon as practice was over. "Hey...are you going to be back at our home soon?" He asked. He needed her. she didn't reply. He sighed. "I'm sorry I was a jerk...It just...it hurt. A lot. I really like you..." He stopped. He didn't know what to say. he put up his phone and went to take a shower.

Unfortunatly, Ginger didn't get that message. She was home, she'd had a couple of beers but wasn't drunk. It was 12 AM. Her shirt was ripped and her hair was messed up, her make-up was smeared and she wasn't even crying. She blinked and dropped her shoes onto the floor.
Ginger went to take a shower, she slammed the door and screamed. She slid down the door and burst into tears, she put her chin on her knees and cried. There was a cut on her thigh. She rocked back and fouth.

Matt opened the door to his apartment. He heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He walked in and saw Ginger crying on the bottom of the bathroom floor. He picked her up, ignoting the fact that she was naked. He took her to the bedroom and dressed her. He put stuff on her cut and sighed. "I'm sorry." He whispered as he kissed her forehead. Then he left her alone in her bedroom.

Pain everywhere in Ginger's mind, she should have never lied and she should have never trusted Scott. Look what he had done to her. She tried not to remember, but it was so difficult. She cried herself to sleep.
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Ginger's eyes were swollen when she woke up the next day, it was Saturday. She looked a her legs, they were brused, because of Scott. She stood up, looked in the mirror and felt tears, she curled her hand into a fist and smashed the mirror. Her hand started bleeding the blood steadily dripped off it. She quickly ran to the bathroom and wrapped toliet paper on it.