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Chapter One-
Great, we've got another victim.
Here in this room, standing up in the front of my class, is the new kid. He's weird, I swear. Reese something-or-other. I heard he came from California, and to be honest he should have stayed. Long Island was crammed up enough.
Mister Paine is sitting down, his egg shaped head never leaving my sight, or others for that matter. This teacher's so stupid it's funny.
"Mister Weber, is there something funny?" His voice boomed loudly and I curled into my seat, noticing my lips curled into a pathetic smile.
Looks like you found me out.
I'm Trent Weber, that really pale kid with dyed purple, brown and black hair mixed into one and bright bleached blonde streaks thrown in for good measure. I do others homework when they ask me to, and I drive my grandparents to church every Sunday. But half of the time the answers are wrong, or my car gets a flat.
As Reese sits down to his new desk, and said teacher 'Pain-in-the-butt' starts yapping away, I steal the chance to flick my plastic eraser across the room to Chris Evans, my crazy best friend.
We're fun to be with, but unlucky to be lab partners with. That's our motto. Chris and I have been friends since first grade when I shoved him to the cubbies and sent his ice cream down my back. Good times, huh?
I feel a pair of eyes on my back. Not literally, ew. I mean someone's got to be staring. I turn my head around to meet Reese's spicy extremely green eyes. I can't read his facial expression. His lips are shaped into a snubby smirk, and his arched eyebrow is raised. To me, it appears to be a 'What would happened if I told the teacher about this?' axxhole expression. It makes me was to lurch. Instead, I stick out my tongue and turn back to Chris, who was stuffing his fingers into his mouth to prevent his laughing.
It was silent after that.
The seventh period bell wrang as Chris and I were bolting down the colorful hallway. Our principal, being the annoying jolly idiot he was, once again tried being cool and decided to paint each section of lockers either blue, orange, red, or yellow. Let your imagination picture this, I'm not the one for extreme detail.
"Crap! We're so totally late."
"That's what you get for saying that extra goodbye to your girlfriend."
He pushes me into a set of red lockers and we both laugh really loud before entering the lunch room.
In our school, when you enter it there's a hallway next to the stairs (which is placed on the left side) that leads to more lockers and quarter classrooms.
In front of you would be the reception lady and to the right, another hallway leading to the cafeteria. We bolted towards there before any teacher could come out of their classroom and complain.
"Where the hell have you guys been!?"
That's Sebastian Cramer. I watched him fix his dyed black hair and toss the tuft of green in front of his left eye before responding. The 'scene' flip. Come to think about it, our whole table's got it. Except, Sebbie's the only one daring for the two silver hoops on the opposite sides of his lower lip.
"My girl wouldn't stop clinging to me." I felt my lips form into a pout, an expression Chris would call 'cute'. Sebastian pretended to gag before speaking.
"Dude! I told you to break up with her. Alisha's using you for arm candy." I raise my eyebrow at him, and he grins innocently. Okay, so he's right. I don't even know why I'm dating her. Was it blackmail? Because we're from two different cliques. Besides, I'd rather date Sebastian than go on a date with some snob. If that's so, why aren't I? Sebbie suddenly looks quite appealing.
I scoff before taking a bite out of my rice ball. Yeah, I did some research, found out how to make the little triangle stuff, and it tastes pretty good when I add fillings. Today it's last night's stir-fry chicken and I really love the taste of the soy sauce. To be honest it doesn't even take too long. The rice cooks in about half an hour (using a rice cooker imported from Japan. It's magic), and I just have to wet my hands, rub a little salt and take a handful of mashed rice. After that it's kindergarten. I realize my eyes are closed and I'm smiling while thinking of this, and Chris and Sebbie are probably staring at me weird. There, I opened my eyes to see they're not, so that's one good thing. But then I see why they aren't.
My head turns to the left to see once again, Reese. He looks really shy when he asks if he can sit with us, and I take the time to notice that his hair is almost blue-black with brown bangs and ends. I've always wanted that kind, despite my mix of fun we call Trent's hair. We nod and as he takes a seat next to me, I catch the scent of watermelon and cherries.
No guy would seriously wear perfume, right? He must have read my mind because this 'victim' giggled at my face.
"It's called shampoo and lotion. I trust you use them too?" He leans over to my revealed collarbone and I feel him lightly sniffing. Sebastian and Chris just blank out for a moment before he came back up again.
"Coconut?"
"What?"
He smiles at me and explains, "That's what you smell like. It's pretty nice." My face tuns colors and Chris takes the chance to burst out laughing.
"By the way, I'm Reese Watson," he purses his lips as if thinking, and continues, "You're in my Science class, right? The boy who threw that eraser." Remembering that face he gave me made my blood boil, but I also remembered sticking my tongue out.
"Uh.. yeah. I stuck my tongue out at you."
"Ahaha! Yeah. You freaked me out there, because I was looking at the dry erase board trying to read something." Reese shrugged before taking out a water bottle and a lollipop. Was this guy serious?
I didn't even pay attention to all three chat, I was busy in my own world, once again wondering how we're all going to grow up. Sebastian wanted to be a hairstylist, Chris dying to be a punk rock legend. But then again.. what do I want to be? It was never decided.
When you're a kid, you dream of becoming all these things, so why when you get older those dreams drown somewhere in our ocean called lives? I'd like to find out why this happens, and I probably know the answer, but it's just so weird.
Growing up is just so overrated it gives me a headache. Maybe I should lay off thinking so much, it's not healthy.
I take a moment to study Reese some more. You don't usually see guys like him. His face is defined smoothly, almost feminine. There's that something I can't understand though, and that is how he looks. It's a mix of delicate and strong, but not medium. I guess it's hard to describe. Once again, I'm in a tired position, my arms folded onto the table, being used as a pillow for my chin.
Chris is staring at me, and I can't see his eyes behind the thick mass of strawberry blonde bangs. But I do see his mouth formed into a big grin. He's up to something, and by the looks of it I'm involved.
Chapter Two-
"You want me to... what exactly?"
I stood quietly, cornered between the bathroom stall and Sebastian's sturdy frame. Reese was still at our table, keeping an eye out for anyone who was going to poison or food with lax or something.
"Invite the new kid to dinner or something." Chris' face is stern. I relish the rare expression.
"What!?"
"You heard him, Trent. Since you're the leader... and you treated us when you met us. Just because Alisha's here doesn't mean you can't spend money on someone else."
That was a good point, but honestly that wasn't my problem. I haven't told you much about my life, haven't I?
My family is poor, and I was raised up in a life fool of work, cleaning, watching my mother sell her body and facing the rumors and names on the streets. I didn't take it to my advantage, there awas nothing to gloat about being a ******** up child. But actually... I'm adopted. My memory before that is hazy, but I knew that the only family I had was a biological mother and a nanny who tried to take me. Yeah.. nothing much. But let's not stray away from the problem.
"I've got no money." I look a look at Chris. His spice green eyes are burning with the hot thought of having one more person in the already large clique. He gets like this a lot.. so determined. "We'll give some. It's not like a date or anything," Sure, that's what he thinks. "so what do you say?"
I took a pause. I didn't even like Reese, nonetheless want to treat him to dinner. But Seb and Chris were my closest friends, how could I say no now?
"....Sigh... Okay. I'll take him."
They cheer a little, Sebastian plants a big kiss on my cheek and I wipe it off when he pulls away. We were always like this. Forever on end.
As we walk out of the bathroom, the shoulder of someone big nudges with my own. Mister Tanaka runs down the hallways with a Kleenex on hand practically attached to his thin mouth. Chris frowns, eyebrow raised high. My face doesn't feel like it has too much emotion. There goes our English teacher. I look at Sebastian, his lower lip being chewed lightly by perfect teeth, eyebrows knotted as if in pain. I don't get the big deal. If the old man croaks, the student board just brings in a new one and sugarcoats the whole thing. Talk about being an honest community. It makes me sick.
We all get back to the lunch table, the period was almost over. Reese smiles at us, clutching an empy water bottle with both hands. "So.." He began. I ran a hand through my hair, the floor so freaking interesting.
"Trent wants to ask you something."
"Oh, what is it?"
My leg kicks Seb's foot over and over again. He doesn't seem to wince, but a small flinch was made. "Since you're one of our friends now, he wants to treat you to dinner." I can see his eyes light up, oh god, he looks extremely happy. I really didn't know what to do, so what the hell, I agreed.
 Krione · Fri May 11, 2007 @ 12:57am · 2 Comments |
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