--Disclaimer-I do not own RFR, or any of the characters, except Charly,
although I do wish I owned Travis =3
Chapter One.
(Charly POV)
"Class we have with us a new student. She has just moved here to Roscoe High from the states. Please welcome her and please, do not show how much you like her by throwing spitballs." Principal Waller said to the class, mostly the rebellious boys in the back who were busily hiding their straws and wet balls of paper and spit. I knew it would be no different here than anywhere else.
"The states? Where?" A boy in the front asked. His friends, I assume, rolled their eyes at him like that was the stupidest question.
"New York. New York City." I said. One of the kids near the one who asked me this question laughed and imitated my Bronx accent. The class roared with laughter but one boy stood up.
"Principal Waller, I believe the mockery of ones accent and difference is wrong, from my past experience in the states I know their form of government states they are all equal. May our canadian classmates be as kind as to use this idea too?" Waller stared at him and I blushed violently.
"Well, Mr. Strong, quite the speech maker. Yes, you there," he pointed out the one who laughed at me. "Three days of lunch detention. Well, resume your studies." He gave me a pat on the back and left.
I stared. Still red in the face the teacher led me to my seat. Oh great, I thought. Him. I'm sitting by him. What did Waller say? Mr. Strong? I smiled hesitantly but he just looked into a book of Buddha quotes. What was with him? Oh well.
"Thanks for, well, you know. Shutting that kid up, it was really brave." I tried to sound as if it really didn't matter, but I guess I really sounded desperate. He looked at me. I realized his face was nothing like those guys in New York. Back there they tried way too hard to be cute, or hott. They would go and put on a leather jacket and say they were mysterious. Go out with a girl, dump her, then come back crying trying to act all sensitive, saying she dumped him. In one word they were pathetic! But this guy, Strong, was unique. He had a. call me crazy, but, an 'aura' about him. Like he really was mysterious, he was a sensitive guy.
"Yeah, you do what you must do. I'm Strong, Travis Strong." He said in a way where I wasn't sure if he was being funny or serious. I covered up a giggle and replied.
"Sorry, I'm Charly. OH! You know that, God, I'm such a ditz. Of course, Waller, er, Principal Waller introduced me. Yeah." I went crazy in my mind, I mean, I was totally spazzing out. But he didn't seem to mind. He just watched me, like he was amused. His eyebrows kind of arched and yet in his eyes he wasn't. He knew how I felt, but how could he? He was just some guy at this new school in Canada.
"Charly, then, if you don't want to be a ditz you might want to write your own name on your paper." He pointed down to my paper, where in a shakey way I had started writing 'Travis'. The T was blocked and the R more of a bubble. Going onto the A I stopped and shook my head.
"Oh that's just. um." I was ready to explain this all. Really, I had a great story, flowing into my mind, but then the bell rang. He nodded and asked when I had lunch.
"Wow, Really? Come to my table, I know what the new kid spot is like oh way too well. See ya there, Charly." He smiled his cute half smile and walked off, meeting up with a curly-haired guy. In a daze I went to my next class.
"Travis. Travis." I murmered. "Wow. Travis."
Chapter One.
(Charly POV)
"Class we have with us a new student. She has just moved here to Roscoe High from the states. Please welcome her and please, do not show how much you like her by throwing spitballs." Principal Waller said to the class, mostly the rebellious boys in the back who were busily hiding their straws and wet balls of paper and spit. I knew it would be no different here than anywhere else.
"The states? Where?" A boy in the front asked. His friends, I assume, rolled their eyes at him like that was the stupidest question.
"New York. New York City." I said. One of the kids near the one who asked me this question laughed and imitated my Bronx accent. The class roared with laughter but one boy stood up.
"Principal Waller, I believe the mockery of ones accent and difference is wrong, from my past experience in the states I know their form of government states they are all equal. May our canadian classmates be as kind as to use this idea too?" Waller stared at him and I blushed violently.
"Well, Mr. Strong, quite the speech maker. Yes, you there," he pointed out the one who laughed at me. "Three days of lunch detention. Well, resume your studies." He gave me a pat on the back and left.
I stared. Still red in the face the teacher led me to my seat. Oh great, I thought. Him. I'm sitting by him. What did Waller say? Mr. Strong? I smiled hesitantly but he just looked into a book of Buddha quotes. What was with him? Oh well.
"Thanks for, well, you know. Shutting that kid up, it was really brave." I tried to sound as if it really didn't matter, but I guess I really sounded desperate. He looked at me. I realized his face was nothing like those guys in New York. Back there they tried way too hard to be cute, or hott. They would go and put on a leather jacket and say they were mysterious. Go out with a girl, dump her, then come back crying trying to act all sensitive, saying she dumped him. In one word they were pathetic! But this guy, Strong, was unique. He had a. call me crazy, but, an 'aura' about him. Like he really was mysterious, he was a sensitive guy.
"Yeah, you do what you must do. I'm Strong, Travis Strong." He said in a way where I wasn't sure if he was being funny or serious. I covered up a giggle and replied.
"Sorry, I'm Charly. OH! You know that, God, I'm such a ditz. Of course, Waller, er, Principal Waller introduced me. Yeah." I went crazy in my mind, I mean, I was totally spazzing out. But he didn't seem to mind. He just watched me, like he was amused. His eyebrows kind of arched and yet in his eyes he wasn't. He knew how I felt, but how could he? He was just some guy at this new school in Canada.
"Charly, then, if you don't want to be a ditz you might want to write your own name on your paper." He pointed down to my paper, where in a shakey way I had started writing 'Travis'. The T was blocked and the R more of a bubble. Going onto the A I stopped and shook my head.
"Oh that's just. um." I was ready to explain this all. Really, I had a great story, flowing into my mind, but then the bell rang. He nodded and asked when I had lunch.
"Wow, Really? Come to my table, I know what the new kid spot is like oh way too well. See ya there, Charly." He smiled his cute half smile and walked off, meeting up with a curly-haired guy. In a daze I went to my next class.
"Travis. Travis." I murmered. "Wow. Travis."