"…you later, alright?" My stepmother's voice blared from the speakers of my phone.
"Yeah, Erin, that's fine," I told her as I stared at the ceiling. I was laying back on my bed, trying to drown out the happiness in Erin's voice.
"Ok, Sweetie, we have to go," My father said gently from the speaker. I smiled a little.
"Alright, Daddy, I'll call you later ok?" I told them, but basically only speaking to him.
"Love you!" He said.
"Love you too," I mumbled, the smile drifting away. The phone beeped as the call ended. I slid it shut and looked up at the ceiling once more. I closed my eyes and held back the tears I wanted to cry. He told me he would come home soon.
He told me that 2 months ago.
I sighed, sucking up the tears and sat up, rubbing my hand over the back of my head. My hair was so short right now, the back only about an inch long. The front was longer, giving me bangs, but still it was shorter than I normally had it. I rubbed my eyes, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, standing quickly. I needed to get ready for my first day of school.
Whoop de fucking do.
I yawned as I opened my closet, looking for something deemed 'school appropriate.' I had lots of clothes but it was really only tank tops and shorts, since we had lived in California for the last 6 years. We had only moved so I could be closer to family members and I wouldn't be as alone.
The only difference is that I had my own home, which my aunt was renting out for me. It was a block away from her place, told me it would build character to live alone.
I was also assigned my own legal guardian, just so I wasn't involved in custody battles. My mother had lived in California-with me and my youngest brother-, my father traveled, living in hotels mainly. He did have a home in Iowa, but I have only been in it a handful of times. At the moment I was in wonderful Vermont-nicknamed Vermin by all of my friends back in Cali. Back home.
I sighed, pulling out a random band t shirt I had shoved into my dresser, also grabbing a pair of grey skinny jeans and my leather bomber jacket.
I grabbed my phone as I walked into the bathroom, playing some music off of it. Funeral for a Friend's, Red is the new black, started playing and I hummed along to it as I started straightening my hair, which normally fell in ringlets.
My phone rang loudly as I finished the last piece of hair. I answered it the music cutting off in the middle of a Kids in Glass Houses song.
"Hello?" I say as I pull my shirt over my head and change into the new clothes.
"Hey!" I deep voice yelled into the phone. I grinned widely.
"Andy!" I yelled back.
"Vi, Damnit, I've missed you!" He said his voice full of the relief.
"I know, I've missed you too! I wish we didn't move so far away!" I whimpered.
"Yeah, why couldn't your dad realize you'd been living alone for years?" He was slightly growling, referring to the major-and many-hospital trips my mother made. I leaned towards the mirror as I dusted my faces with the thinnest layer of blush so I wasn't as pale and that my freckles were covered.
"It does suck, but you'll never believe what my aunt got me," I said, still smiling as I put of some mascara.
"What? Another friend for Ryker?" He asked. I shook my head even though he couldn't see me.
"No, better! She is renting me a house. All for myself. Only me and the pups. And she pays for my food, rent…the whole nine yards," I told him leaning away from the mirror, letting it sink in. He was quiet for a minute.
"I am so staying with you when I come out there!" He exclaims, his momentary hatred for my family lost.
"Wait," I said glancing at the clock on my phone. "Isn't it like 3:12 right now over there?" I asked him.
"Uh, yeah! I wanted to be up to send my sister of to school in a good mood," I could hear the cocky smirk in his voice. Andrew Riply wasn't actually my brother, but we had gone to school together for the last 10 years. We had made into each other's homeroom and almost always had the same schedule. Almost like we were meant to be best friends.
My 3 real brothers were strung over the country. My youngest, Vindictus-also known as Vinnie-was with Dad and Erin. Soon enough he would come to live with me. Well my Aunt, but I would take him most of the time. My twin brother Vincent was still back in California, but we had been separated for the last 4 years, seeing each other briefly on family occasions. Then there was Victor, who was my oldest brother, had moved into the Iowa estate years back once things got bad at home.
"Oh, well thank you, Bro, it means a lot," I said sincerely to Andy.
"Ok, I'm getting off the phone before you get all sentimental on me," Again I heard the smirk in his voice. But still, I knew he liked being appreciated.
"Text me whenever ok?" I asked him.
"'Course," He must have smiled. "Love ya, sis."
"Love you too," I choked on my words a little. I closed the phone and the music started up again, but I turned it off. I couldn't listen to the music anymore, my head hurt.
"Ryker," I called loudly. I heard the click of claws on the hard wood floors. A loud bark rang through the house as he saw me. He bounded over, nuzzling his face into my stomach.
Ryker was my large German Shepard. He was probably around 100 lbs., and about half of my 5'2 height.
I had trained him since he was a puppy, teaching him commands in English and German. He was more commonly spoken to in German though, just for my own benefit.
"Ryke, here buddy," I tapped my leg, signaling him to follow me. He didn't leave my side as I walked into my room, patting my bed. "Nach oben."
He easily hopped up turning towards me and rubs his face into my neck, pressing a paw into my hip. I pet his head gently, rubbing under his jaw, making him grunt. There was a clicking sound and his younger sister, Ryden trotted in. Her tail wagged as she looked up at me, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. I patted her head, tapping the bed as I repeated the command to her. She tilts her head a little.
Rye was only a puppy in my head, barely 2. She didn't understand some of the German commands yet.
"Rye," I spoke to her strictly. She looked at me with critical eyes. "Nach oben," I say the command just as harsh. I hit the bed once. She looked at the bed for a second, looking at Ryker for a moment before she hauled herself onto the bed. I rubbed her face with a grin, telling her how good she was.
"Ryke, Rye, bleiben," I commanded them to stay quickly. Ryker dropped his head a little, resting them on his paws. Ryden was more resistant to calm down, not even lying down as I left the room. I picked up my red and black messenger bag that I had written band names all over in white out.
I glanced at my shoes, and decided I wanted to look slightly taller. I grabbed a pair of yellow pumps and shoved my feet into them. I glanced around as I stood and then ran out the door, slamming it shut and hoping it would lock itself as I ran forward. I glanced at my phone and cursed as I noticed I was running late.
I walked quickly, knowing I was not very steady in heels, watching the street signs as I pass them, trying to remember my way home. I pushed my ear buds into my phone and then slipped them into my ears, playing a song I didn't really recognize, but still liked.
I pushed my phone back into my pocket, humming to the music with a smile. I think of the new school, of Andrew, of new friends.
I was never very social. I gained friends because Andy thought I was cute and wanted to marry me when we were 6, so he would follow me around a lot. This also made is so his friends wanted to talk to me and be with me too. Even after he realized he didn't want to marry me, he still stayed my friend. Especially after noticing once he stopped sitting with me in lunch, no one else did either.
I almost collapsed as the next song started. I almost broke down, fell to my knees and sobbed. I hadn't cried in so long. Maybe it would be good for me. But I didn't. I just kept walking, listening to my voice as it filled the speakers.
I had sung the song Sleepless in Seattle at the request of my friends years ago. I had put it on YouTube, and then made an mp3 so they could download it if they wanted it.
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl,
She was absolutely perfect in an imperfect world,
Forever saw promise; it's more than just a word,
And they meant it to each other, of that there were sure.
"He came home to her crying at the top of the stairs,
He asked 'Baby what's the matter?' as he pushed back her hair,
She said 'Honey I'm sick. What the hell did I do?'
And with pain in his heart, he screamed at the moon,"
I blinked furiously as I stared at my feet. I clicked past the song angrily as I hiccupped. The song used to hold such sweet memories, one involving my first boyfriend. It was a slow dance, him kissing my neck, but never my lips. His hands holding me so softly. His lips were soft too.
I broke from my trance as I slammed into something. It felt like a freight train. I slipped in my heels, falling on my butt. I heard multiple things clatter to the ground. Someone barked out a string of curses.
"Why don't you fucking watch where you're going?" The voice hissed. Whoever they were, they hadn't fallen, just dropped some stuff.
My phone blared out, playing some of Pick up your Phone. I could barely move over to grab it, my ass killing me. I clicked answer, looking up at the guy.
"Hello?" I said as cheerfully as I could. I looked over the guy in front of me. His back was to me, scrabbling to grab something on the floor. I leaned forward onto my knees to help any, slipping my phone in between my shoulder and ear.
"Hi, Sis, it's me again," Andy said on the other end.
"Hey, what's up?" I grabbed a few sheets of paper, piling them carefully as the boy-whose hair was a dark crimson I noticed-opened a large case.
"I just forgot to tell you that all of the teachers and kids in school are going to send you stuff. We need you address so we can!" He explained with joy. I giggled a little, picking up some little medal and plastic triangles.
"Oh that's so nice! Thank you!" I smiled. "But it's really the best address ever."
"What would that be?" He inquired.
"13 Elm street, Springfield Vermont," I giggled again.
"You know that's my favorite slasher film ever right?" He asked me.
"Of course you only talk about it every time you come over," I laughed.
"Came," He gently corrected. I shuffled some papers together again, pilling the triangles-which I now realized were guitar picks-and then grabbing a folder they must have fallen from. "Anyways, I have to go then, wake up Lyle and all. Still love you sis," I could hear the smirk.
"I still love you too," I giggled. "Bye."
"Text ya," I ended the call, shoving the phone into my pocket. I push the papers into the folder and the picks into a pocket on the side of the guitar case.
"Hey, I'm really sorry," I said looking at the boy. He faced me a little, taking the folder from my hands and clipping the case, but not before I caught a glance at the guitar in the case.
"You're shitting me," I said, grabbing his hand, stopping him from closing it, and allowing myself to gaze the beautiful instrument. "Is that really what I think it is?"
"What do you think it is?" He asked cautiously.
"A Gibson Les Paul Custom Electric with the starburst finish? One piece mahogany neck and body? Tune-o-matic bridge, with stop bar tailpiece?" I asked. My fingers ran over the smooth finish and the pearl board inlays.
"Well, looks like the klutz knows her stuff," The boy smirked. I stared at the electric for another moment before looking back up at him.
"How did you afford this? Aren't they like four thousand?" I asked still in utter shock.
"This was a little more I think, can't remember. It must have been a birthday…no Christmas gift," He rubbed a hand over his face as he thought. "Grandparents money."
"Your grandparent give you four thousand dollars every Christmas?" I almost yell. He chuckles.
"No, it was saved over a few years. I only get 'bout three hundred a year, plus part time jobs and other stuff," He shrugged.
"I know this might seem weird, but can I…take a picture of it?" I asked with a blush. He was quiet for a second before answering.
"Sure," He shrugged. I smiled as I pulled out my phone and he unzipped the case, holding it carefully in his hands. I clicked the camera, aiming it at the boy and snapping a picture of it. I smiled as I looked at the photo, shoving my phone back into my pocket.
"Thank you!" I smiled wider, watching as he gently hooked the case. I glanced at my watch and mumbled. "Shit. I gotta run. Thanks for the pic!" I shouted over my shoulder as I darted inside. I ran towards the principal's office as I quickly shot off a text to Andy, sending him the picture of the Starburst Guitar. He replied almost instantly.
*Nw thts a peace of wrk! So rugged an lvly! O an the starburst is amzing 2! 3*
I blushed as I read it, putting it away and not even answering him. I stepped into the Principal's office, knocking on the frame. A stout woman looked up from under her glasses and smiled at me.
"You're Vincentria aren't you? Welcome honey, I'm Mrs. Yinji, but just call me Mrs. Yin. I was checking around and I can't seem to find your form, but I know where it must be," She smiled a squinty eyed smile. "I would suggest you go see Nathaniel, the student body president. He'll help you make sure your registration is completed," She smiled again before looking down again.
"Ok, thank you," I said after a second, not sure of where to go.
"Oh, deary, I forgot you didn't get a map yet. Here," She pulled a slip of paper out handing it to me with a small smile.
"Thanks," This time my smile real. She waved at me as I left. I glanced at the map, tracing my steps backwards till I came to a normal classroom door. A small sign was printed on the top of the door reading 'Student Council Room-212.' I carefully opened the door, slipping in quietly.
There was only one person in the room and he didn't even notice me. He was staring at some papers, his fingers laced through his hair. I left the door open so I was allowed to escape if I needed to.
I stared at the papers unsure of what they were for. I just saw lots of numbers, most of them low. I gust of wind blew in from an open window; shuffling the boys papers and then slamming the door behind me, making me jump again.
"Damnit Castiel! How many times have I had to fu-" He looked up angrily. I was shrunken back against the door, looking at my feet. "Oh!"
"If this is a bad time…" I stutter, blushing deeply from the scolding.
"No. No! I'm so sorry, I thought you were…someone else," The boy jumped up, rushing to pick up the papers on the ground. I quickly bent over to help, almost hearing the screams of protest my back gave. I looked at them as I handed them over, not mentioning the fact that the schools budget is worse than my old schools. "Anyways, what are you here for?" He asked gently.
"I'm looking for Nathaniel?" I said quietly, looking into the blonde boy's gold eyes. They swirled like molten butterscotch. I looked away blushing.
"Well, you've found him," He smiled as he stood.
"You're Nathaniel?" I asked making sure.
"Yeah. A very flustered and tired version of him, but it's me," I gave a weak smile. Looking away I handed him those papers. "What do you need?"
"I'm Vincentria, the new student. Mrs. Yin told me to come here and give you my registration and stuff?" I stood, my tail bone crying as I stood.
"Oh, yes, do you have that or was it sent to us?" He shoveled through some files, finally pulling one out, looking at it closely. "Vincentria Bladen, correct?" He didn't even look at me, or wait for my answer. "16, moved from Brookes Field, California, your own independent…guardian," His voice trailed off for a second.
"Yes, that's me," I smiled as genuinely as I could.
"All right then, well, it says here, your guardian needs to sign this- meaning you need to sign it then,-you need to hand in a $25 entrance fee, and you need to take a picture for your student ID too," He handed me a sheet of paper and a pen. I bent over the table to sign it, my writing swirly and almost illegible.
"$25? I'll have to run home for that unless I remembered my wallet…" I reach down into my bag, my fingers tracing over random papers until catching on a smooth piece of leather. I pulled it out and opened it quickly, reaching inside it to count my money. "I only have $15, I need to run home and get more, is that ok?" I asked him.
"Don't worry about it, it's the least of your worries really. I do need the ID photo though," He looked back at some other papers. I took this as my queue to leave, slipping out and gently closing the door.
I sighed as I turned down the hall back to the court yard. I put my wallet into my back pocket but then noticed I had no idea where to get a picture taken. I saw a ginger girl by a locker and I walked behind her tapping her shoulder.
"Um, excuse me?" I asked gently. The girl turned, looking me straight in the eyes since she was my exact height in heels.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" The girl smile happily.
"Um, I'm new and I was told to go get an ID photo taken but I don't know where…" I blushed.
"Oh I understand. If you go to the local store the next block over, the man there takes photos for the school. If you just ask for Jared he'll take your photo for 3 bucks," She smiled, extending her hand. "I'm Iris."
"Vincentria," I shook her hand gratefully.
"That's pretty," She was still smiling.
"Most of my friends just call me Vi," I told her, remember how people hated calling me by my full name.
"People call me Iris," She laughed a little. I smiled and laughed with her.
"Vi?!" A screeching voice called over to me. I resisted the urge to cover my ears as I turn towards the sound. "Vi! It's you!"
"Ken?" I asked as the short boy ran over to me. His eyes were hidden behind his big fogged glasses. His face had a huge smile on his face, and wore his traditional green sweater. I was almost appalled he was here, because there went part of my new start.
"Oh, Vi! Aren't you happy? I transferred here so we could go to the same school!" He smiled even wider.
"Oh," I mumbled pushing a smile onto my face. "That's good!" I was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go and get some stuff done."
"Like what?" He pushed.
"I need to get more money to pay off some stuff," I waved it off gently.
"Oh you're low? Here," He pulled out a wad of bills from his pocket and shaved a few of them into my pocket, knowing I wouldn't take them. "Bye Vi!" He smiled and ran off. I raised my hand to stop him but then sighed, pulling the money from my pocket, counting it then slipping it into my wallet.
"That boy, he gave me 30 bucks, just because he has a crush on me," I shook my head.
"That's sorta sweet," Iris says with a smile. I shrugged.
"I better go and get that stuff," I said. "Thanks again Iris."
"No problem, Vi," She waved. I headed towards the front doors again. I skipped forward a little, happy to walk through the front door and get out of school. I heard a strum from a guitar, and instantly looked for that boy.
I was right to have looked for him, because he was slouched against a tree, the amazing guitar in his hands. I walked over and sat next to him.
He didn't say a word. Just continued strumming on the strings and I leaned back listening to the soft sounds. I just let a small smile fall onto my lips. I couldn't put a name to the tune he was strumming but it was something good.
"Do you play?" He asked as he started a new song which I recognized as The Last Something that Meant Anything by Mayday Parade.
"No," I laughed. "I can barely hold a guitar let alone play one," I smiled.
"But you knew exactly what this was," He smirked.
"I can only play the piano," I shrugged. He was quiet for a second before gently setting the guitar on my lap.
"Hold it like this," He explained, moving my hands so it fit under my right arm just slightly, and my left hand holding near the top of the neck. He moved my hands to fit over the strings. He chuckled. "It's almost bigger than you."
My only response was sticking my tongue out. He chuckled almost silently.
"Press these two fingers down," He pressed my middle, ring and forefinger down against the strings behind the 21st fret. He moved a little so his hand pressed into mine so it strummed over the strings. "That's an A chord." His breath wafted over my face. It was oddly sweet.
"Oh," I looked away from his face, back down to guitar, strumming my finger over the strings once more, making a different sound then before. "Hm."
"Keep these pressed down," He pressed the fingers from my left hand down again.
"Oh, ok," I strummed again. "Thanks…" I struggled for a name.
"Castiel," He said. "What's your name Klutz?"
"Vincentria," I moved my hand, extending it to him.
"Huh," He took the hand and shook it quickly. "All right then Vincent."
"Vincent?" I asked, tilting my head.
"I'm not calling you by that mouthful of a name," He rolled his eyes.
"Fine," I gently handed back the expensive instrument. "Well, I would love to stay and here other nicknames you'll give me but I have to go get an ID photo taken."
"See ya later then Klutz," He called as I pulled myself up.
I looked over my shoulder, to wave, but his eyes weren't at my face. I started walking before a blush was to noticeable. I walked as quickly as I could down the side walk, pulling out my phone to see two messages were flashing angrily at me. I laughed when I noticed my other friend Ari had texted me, asking if I could get Andy to stop calling me.
Ari was Andy's twin sister, and also my closest girl friend. She always liked to make fun of my lack in social skills and how I should date her brother because he was the only boy that would talk to me. I have a feeling that no boy at my old school would date me because I used to have horrible acne and oddly colored red hair that was like a darker cherry red that was always looking greasy. I also never wore makeup and had sweat pants and sweat shirts on all the time.
I only did this cause my mother was ill and I didn't have time to get ready in the mornings. Especially after my brother started needing to get ready too. I we couldn't afford make up and designer clothing. I only have it now because my aunt bought it all and I had a few normal clothing-like my band shirts-from before it all went bad. The other text was from my Vincent.
We had this thing were we would send each other a quote. From a book, an author, or just something we liked. Vincent had this keen way of always knowing what quote I needed to see. On the screen it read a gentle quote that had always been a favorite of mine.
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
― Robert Frost
I smile as I wrote back quickly.
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters.
I had reread Invisible Monsters the night before so it was inevitable I would reply with that.
I walked into the small store as I replied to Ari, saying I was sorry and I would. I smirked as she replied with a '-.-'
"Excuse me? I'm looking for a Jared?" I asked the man behind a counter. He smiles, making the skin in the corner of his eyes crinkle.
"That's me, what can I do for you?" He asked.
"I'm new student at Sweet Amoris high and I need an ID photo? They said you could…" I mumbled with a blush. I wasn't normally good talking to strangers.
"You've come to the right place," He smiled again. "Over here is a booth and I can take your photo there, ok? Give me a moment to get my stuff."
"Thank you," I smiled, walking to where he was pointing. I pulled my wallet from my pocket, about to ask about the cost. "Put that away, you're a student," He mumbled. As he walked away, I got another text from Vincent.
'Have a good first day. I love you. I'll come and see you soon,'
I shoved the phone away as he sat a camera down. "Ok, smile!"
I smiled as genuinely as I could as the camera flashed. It spit out a small square of black lined with white.
"Don't shake it as you wait for it to appear, by the time you get back to school it should be fine," He smiled. He handed it over to me, and I nodded. I looked around and realized I was starving, so I walked over and got a bag of chips and a Dr. Pepper from the display. I brought them over to the man who scanned them quickly. "5.39."
I handed him the six ones and he gave me some coins as change, which I shoved into my pocket with the wallet. He waved to me as I walked out of the store.
I opened the Dr. Pepper and took a drink out of it as I walked, shoving the chips into my bag. I waited till I was in front of the school gates to start eating the Dorito's I had picked out.
I saw Castiel sitting by the tree still, his eyes closed as he strummed on the guitar still. I smiled a little as I saw him. He was so relaxed, so utterly calm. It was…cute.
Shut the hell up you moron, you've known him for, like, an hour, I snarled at myself. I walk through the doors of the school back to the student council room. Nathaniel is still surrounded by papers.
"Nathaniel? I have those papers for you," I said gently. He looked up with a tired look on his face.
"Ok, thank you, just set those there," He waved his hand at me. Then shook his head. "No give those to me, I'll give you your file."
"Ok," I handed them over. He looked at the photo for a second.
"You take good pictures. Very pre-" He was cut off as the door behind me swung up, slamming against the wall. I crushed the bag of chips in my hand so I wouldn't make any noise.
"Parker, what the hell is up with you?" Castiel yelled. I shrunk back, not wanting to be in the middle of anything.
"What do you want, Cole?" Nathaniel sighed tiredly.
"How many times do I have to fucking tell you I am not signing this sheet! You can try as many times as you want, but I won't! Stop sending people to do it for you!" He grabbed the front of Nathaniel's shirt, lifting him from his seat. Nathaniel was barely fazed by the move, but glared.
"I have to you moron. It's part of my job," He forced himself to stand up straight but he was still shorter than Castiel.
"I don't care if the president told you to. I will personally beat you to a fucking pulp if you do it again," He threw him back into his chair before he turned around and stormed out of the room. His eyes brushed over me, but he didn't stop. He slammed the door behind him.
"Sorry about that. He's a little testy," He rubbed his face. "Just bring this to the Principal, then you can go. See you tomorrow," He waved me out. I left instantly as I grabbed the papers, walking down the hall only to meet her half way.
"Oh, Vincentria, hi! Did you get all your papers done?" She asked, glancing at them. I nodded.
"Here," I smiled gently. She took them and bowed a little. I sighed, happy to be able to leave.
"Here you go Hon, this is your schedule," She handed me a sheet of lime green paper. I took it with a smile then turning and walking away. I almost ran to the front doors, I wanted to get home and see my puppies. I pushed through the front doors, and smiling.
"Klutz!" A deep tone called at me. I looked over to see a calmer Castiel calling me over. I walked over and saw he was standing next to a side door labeled 'Authorized personnel only.' "Wanna go somewhere cool?"
"Hell, why not," I said. He smile as he pulled a pair of keys from his pocket, shoving one of them into the lock. He pushed it open, gesturing for me to go ahead. I walked through the door and up a flight of stairs. I stopped when I got to the first door.
"Keep going, all the way up," He called with a smile. I laughed and ran up, skipping a stair every now and then. I came to the top huffing, resting my hands on my knees for a second. Castiel didn't even look tired as he shoved the other key into the lock before pushing it open. A brisk gust of wind hit me in the face. He gestured out again with a smirk and a bow. I laughed as I walked out.
"This is…Amazing!" I said as I stood on the roof top. I looked around, seeing there was some stuff just littered around. Notebooks and pens lodged under pieces of concrete. Newspaper and some comic books by the looks in the same position. I looked at Castiel and he was chuckling at my-most likely- aw struck expression.
"You haven't even seen the best part yet," He said. He took my elbow and led me over to the edge and pointed out.
Ok, so I would never admit this to anyone. But, well, shit I'm terrified of heights. I fainted once because someone ran too closely behind me when I was close to the edge of a 7 ft. drop. I yelled at someone because they just threatened to push me over the edge of the Grand Canyon. I get sick driving over a bridge. I could barely stand on the edge of this roof top. The wall only went to about my mid thighs.
I stared to hyperventilate, but I kept it fairly quiet.
The view was spectacular. I could see every piece of Springfield I wanted. It was all so pretty, and I almost forgot how high up I was. But that could have been Castiel's hand on my arm that helped with that.
"Your right, this is just so…" I could barely form words, half from its beauty the other half from fright.
"I know. It's perfect," His hand released me and hit the wall. I did the same for my own safety. "I come up here when ever that damned president comes looking for me. He forgot I stole the keys."
"That's good I guess," I mumbled. "Does he go after you a lot?"
"More than he goes after the other 'delinquents,'" He spit the term out. I grimaced. That term had been given to me too. I hated it.
"Yeah, I didn't worry about that at my other school. I was allowed to get out of a lot of it from being in student council. They give you keys and if you lose them they give you a new pair," I smirked. I still had those keys in my bag. I placed my hand inside my bag and let my fingers trace over said keys.
"Nice," He smirked.
I glanced at him and saw he was so content up here. He was so free and happy, unlike what I had seen only about 15 minutes before. It made me smile. I realized I had shoved the chips into my bag. I pulled them out and offered them to Castiel since my appetite had died when I got up here. He took them and started eating without looking at me.
Pick up your Phone again started to blare from my phone again. I grumbled as I looked at it.
"Hello?" I said with a tired smile.
"Sisssss!" Andy's voice whined. I pulled the phone away from my ear so my eardrums didn't die. I clicked on speaker so I could keep it away from my ear.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Ari told me to stop calling you because I'm a being a little bastard!" He whined in a childish tone. I hit my face with the palm of my hand, causing a chuckle to come from Castiel.
"Well, stop being a little bastard then," I told him. He whined again.
"But Vi!" He yelled.
"Will you shut your fucking mouth?! Vi I love you but please can I slit his fucking throat!" Ari yelled from a different room. I laughed. Castiel smirked.
"You too, don't make me get Drake into this," I said. Drake was our football friend. He was probably about 220 lbs. and about 6'5". Also Andy was slightly scared of him. "You both know he is not a morning person!"
"Oh shit, fine I'm done, I'm done!" Andy said, frightened. Castiel laughed.
"That's some boyfriend you got there, Vince," He smirked.
"Vince? Oh, Vi, you sly dog, you have a lot of explaining to do! And for the boy, if you are the one with the guitar, please tell me if our little Vi has been doing good? I mean, we always worry about her. She's normally very nice, unless she's PM-"
"Goodbye, Andrew!" I yelled into the phone, disconnecting the call. I was probably redder than a tomato and I vowed I would kill Andrew next time I saw him.
"Nice boyfriend," Castiel was laughing harder. I blushed even deeper.
"Ignore him please. He's just a stupid boy. And he's not my boyfriend," I told him.
"Well, he seemed to know you pretty well," He chuckled again, making me blush deeper.
"Whatever," I mumbled, running my fingers over the back of my head, like I would have when I had long hair. My hand falls limply at my side. "Well, I'm going to get out of her before another one of my lovely friends calls," I glanced at the phone it was later than I thought. Almost 2. I had been so happy up here I didn't notice the sun setting. Or the fact that Andrew and Ari had been able to cause they were at lunch. Probably in our same spot like normal, in the libraries back room. It almost made tears well in my eyes.
Almost.
"That would be a shame wouldn't it," He smirked. I blushed again. "I'm heading out too anyways," He stretched his shoulders.
"Don't you still have school for another hour?" I asked him as we headed to the door. He shrugged.
"Supposedly," He mumbled, still smirking. "But I don't care for school. Don't understand how anyone can like school."
"I loved it. It was the best time ever. I never had to worry about my brother or my mother. I could just laugh and be stupid," I smiled ever so slightly at the thought. I didn't have to worry about them anymore.
"Well, either way, I'm skipping out of here. You need a ride?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No I need to go and buy some stuff. I can just walk," I smiled. Then quickly added. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Yeah whatever," He turned to the parking lot. "Bye."
"Bye," I called after him. He waved over his shoulder. I turn and walked back over to that convenience store. I heard a loud rev of an engine and saw a black and red speed bike whip by me. I looked after it, seeing a helmetless red head. He was yelling as he pulled it into a wheelie.
"See ya, Klutz!"
I couldn't help myself from laughing. He was so stupid. So idiotic. Such a moron.
But it was all so cute, I didn't care.