A/N: Before you begin to read I would like to inform you that this is about twenty years or so into the future. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this story and it is to your liking. Don't forget to comment!
"Daniella!" I snickered as I heard my mom's shrill shriek echo through the house like it did on a regular basis. I stood in my room, facing the mirror mounted up on the wall, brush poised in my hand as I counted.
"Five...four...three...two..." I watched her storm in, hands covered in a green goo, the object of her irritation. She glared at me, eyes narrowed, fingers curled as though they were clashed that she's like to slit my throat with.
"Daniella, what is this?" She questioned holding out her hands as if I couldn't see it with my own teal eyes.
"Um...hair gel?" I said innocently smiling. From the look in her brown eyes she didn't believe me.
"That is what I wish it was. I found it in my gel! What is it?" She asked again. I smiled mischievously and twirled my brown hair around my finger before turning away from the mirror to look mom in the face.
"Relax, mom. It's just a little...green jelly a la Daniella." My smile widened as I saw the fearful look in her eyes and she screamed again. Mom pretended not to be afraid of anything and for the most part I believed her but I had a knack for finding out what scared people the most. For my mom it was green jelly-weird, but a lot more easier to get than other things.
"What the hell is with all the screaming? Can't a guy a get some sleep in his house?" I heard my dad complain, walking next to my mom in nothing but white boxers with hearts on them. Ew, dad, just ew.
"She get's this from you, Duncan!" Mom said pointing a well manicured fingernail at dad before running off to wash her hands. As she left the room I practically doubled over laughing, holding my stomach as tears popped into my eyes. There was nothing better than getting a chance to watch my mom freak out like that. Priceless...
Dad shook his head and leaned against the door frame, cocking an eyebrow at me. "What'd you do now?" He asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he wasn't eating or arguing with my mom dad looked almost a few years younger, and right now while he stood there looking dazed from sleep I could see why my loved him. He wasn't half bad looking-for my dad.
"Nothing. I just switched her hair gel with some jelly is all." I said, wiping the moisture out of my eyes before brushing my hair out, making sure to get the green tips. Dad rolled his eyes and smirked.
"You just love driving your mom up the wall, don't you?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
"She says I get it from you." I said, grabbing my black book bag and hauled it over my shoulder. Taking another check in the mirror I noticed that I looked a bit more like my mom than my dad though everyone always says otherwise. I'm pretty sure it was the eyes, we had the same color but my mom and I had the same hair and our eyes were shaped more alike. I kind of wish I did look more like more dad. We had more in common and I was always being told by friends and family that I was just like a 'little Duncan.' I smiled at the comparison.
"You little delinquent." Dad said but was smiling. "You're just like your old man when he was that age." I smiled hugely at him and went to hug him before stopping.
"Dad...please put some clothes on." I said, standing up on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek. "And shave," I added, feeling the stubble on his face. He ruffled my hair but nodded.
"Get out of here. You'll be late for school." He said, looking at the clock on the wall that read seven forty five.
"Oh crap! Bye dad!" I said, jumping into my green air walks and practically ran out the door. "Bye mom! Have fun with your gel!" I yelled, running out the front door and was nearly blinded by the harsh light from the sun. Ignoring my partial blindness I ran down the street to school, praying that the bell hadn't run yet. Mom always did say that it was extremely convenient to live near the school. One of these days I was going to have to stop pulling so many pranks on her-not happening anytime soon though.
I was out of breath by the time I reached the school and threw the doors open. The hallways were empty and I had only a few seconds to make it to class. I made it to the door marked two twenty nine and almost did a a victory dance if the bell hadn't run. "Shit!" I muttered, opening the door to my Algebra 2 class slowly. I watched Mr. Bender, back turned to the class. I've been late to his class so many times I knew he would love to give me detention until I was his age. I slowly sneaked in, taking my seat next to my best friend Jacey who was smiling and giving me a thumbs up.
"Thank you for joining us, Daniella. That's ten minutes after school." Mr. Bender said, not even bothering to turn away from the equation he was writing on the board. How did he do that with out turning around? I looked to Jacey and she shrugged, her green eyes as wide with confusion as mine.
"Damn it," I murmured, sighing and leaned back in my chair, blowing a piece of hair out of my face.
"That's twenty now. Would you like to make it longer?" Mr. Bender asked finally turning around to give me the stank eye-wait no, he always looked that. He claimed he had an accident when he was younger and his eye was now eternally messed up.
"No, Mr. Bender." I mumbled, putting my elbow on the desk and used my hand to prop my face up. He stared me down for a moment before starting the lesson for the day. I was tempted to stick my tongue out at him but decided against it knowing I'd most likely be stuck longer than I wanted to. God, Mr. Bender was a bitch.
"Oh my God! I hate math!" I complained to Jacey as we walked to English through the congested halls. "I mean, seriously? When are we ever going to use the quadratic formula in real life?" I may have hated math but I was actually pretty good at it. Dad says I get it from mom, her being a CIT and everything. I was a trouble maker like him but I made sure not screw up when it came to school. Mom could take a joke but she would haul my butt away to a private school if I started slipping up in school. I quickly erased the thought from my mind.
"Um...I don't know. Maybe if we decide to do something mathematical?" Jacey replied, shrugging her shoulders. We both made gagging noises and entered the classroom, taking our seats and pulled out our textbooks. We were currently reading 'The Crucible'. As far as plays go this one wasn't that bad. I started to flip through the pages before I heard Ms. Jackson call for our attention.
"Alright class. We have a new student." I sighed and looked up, ready to examine the new meat.
"Whoa..." I heard just about half the female population in the room whisper as we looked at him.
"His name is Javier..Bur-bur-"
"Burremueto." He said smiling pleasantly at her. His voice was beautiful...like running silver over silk. He had brown hair that climbed down his head nearly reaching his shoulders. His eyes were the shade of peridot, nearly the same shade of Jacey's, though her eyes were even lighter. He was tall, about 6 foot even, four inches taller than my own 5'8. The way he dressed just about screamed 'I have money!'. A red button up with a black swirling design at the bottom, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a white under shirt. He wore simple blue jeans but going down the side was the gold insignia 'SP'. He had white air forces that looked as though that they were straight out the box. Around his neck was a silver bull head, shining off the light. He looked at the class, smiled, and said "Hola."
"Dani...I think we have an angel midst." Jacey whispered to me. I nodded, not even bothering to look at her. He was...wow. But...something about his name struck me as familiar. I felt as though I should know where I heard the name before but it was slipping my mind fast.
"Alright, Javier. You can take a seat next to Daniella. Daniella, wave your hand." Ms. Jackson said. I was so struck I almost forgot she was talking to me. I raised my hand and waved at him, not even realizing before it was too late that I was smiling like an idiot. I quickly set my face straight and stopped waving as he next to me. "You don't mind sharing a book with him until we get him one, Daniella?" Ms. J said. I shook my head and pushed my book closer to him. He smiled at me and I think I nearly fainted.
"Thank you," He said, pushing his desk closer to see better.
"No problem," I said then flinched as Jacey grabbed my arm, giving me a non to subtle hint that I was now sitting next to one of the hottest guys I had ever laid my eyes on. I shook her off while Ms. J started to assign new parts for the play. I gained the part of Goody Proctor. Javier didn't get a part since he was new but I had a feeling he had already read the play since he kept whispering lines under his breath.
Throughout the class I kept missing my ques to read or reading the wrong part. By the time class had ended I didn't even know what I had read. All I could think of were those green eyes and that brilliant smile. "Smooth moves back there, Dani. Very smooth." I snapped out of it as I heard Jacey's voice in my ear and looked over to see her cocking an eyebrow with a smile on her face.
"It's not my fault. He was just...there! Tell me you wouldn't have acted the same way if he was sitting not even five inches away." I said. She smiled and put an arm around my shoulder.
"Oh, I so totally would have." She admitted, grabbing her blond pony tail and pulled it gently like she always did when she was excited. "You are so lucky,"
"Hey...Daniella, right?" I stopped in my tracks and I think the world swirled for a moment. I watched as he came up to me, smiling.
"Um..hi, Javier." I said, smiling back.
"Hey, can you tell me where room one oh nine is?" He asked, showing me his schedule.
"That's right where I'm heading. You can just follow me." I said, turning away from Jacey. "See ya', Jace." I called.
"Bye, Dani. Nice to meet you, Javier." Jacey said waving. I looked back to her and she smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and mouthed 'Bow chika wow wow'. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. My best friend was so weird.
After English the day seemed to blur by. Javier was in three more of my classes and it was apparent that Jacey and I weren't the only one's attracted to him. Each class that I was in I saw girls flocked around him, asking him where he was from, what nationality he was, telling him to say something in Spanish. He didn't seem to mind the attention and was polite as ever while answering their questions. Though I wasn't the one asking the questions, I did listen. Apparently his dad was from Spain and his mom was white and half Asian. His family moved around a lot and he just moved here from Argentina, where he had stayed about a year in. He could speak English, Spanish, Portuguese, and was beginning to learn French. His uncle was an international soccer star, his grandfather was a diplomat, his other uncle ran his own business, and then his own mom and dad were rich.
"Sounds like you have some family life." I said as we started to run laps for gym.
"Yeah, but family reunions are hell. My dad and uncle don't exactly get along. It's mainly made up a bunch of food and then screaming at each other. And somehow I'm always pulled into the middle of it." He explained, shaking his head.
"Sorry. But it can't be that bad. My mom's family doesn't like my dad. They always say he's some type of criminal." I couldn't help but smile at the stereotype that's followed my dad around since he was young. "They're afraid I'll end up like him." I laughed once. "Too late for that." He looked at me then smirked. That smirk seemed to turn his face almost...devious.
"Oh really? And exactly what have you done that can be counted as 'criminal'?" He asked, adding air quotes with his fingers. I just smiled at him and wiggled by eyebrows.
"That's classified information. My PO says I shouldn't talk about it." Okay, I didn't have a PO but he didn't know that.
"I'll get it out of you." He said, stopping as we began to stretch.
"If you say so,"
Jacey was talking as animatedly as ever as we walked home, explaining about the giant explosion that happened in her science class that stunk up the whole second floor. "It was so gnarly!" she said as we climbed the steps to my porch and went in. We set our stuff down in the kitchen and began to raid the fridge.
"So, what do you think of that new guy? Javier?" She asked, purring his name in a very bad Hispanic accent as I pulled out some of the left over spaghetti from last night.
"Super hot. Already popular and it's just his first day. Total chick magnet." I summed up, popping the whole container into the microwave. "But he's cool. We have four classes together and I learned a bit about him." I said, facing the microwave and watched the food circulate around.
Dad then walked in-actually dressed-and pulled out a soda from the fridge. "Who's cool?" he asked, popping the tab and took a swig.
"Just this new kid at school." I explained, smiling despite myself. "His name is Javier..." I trailed off, trying to remember his last name. "Boo-bo...what was his last name, Jace?"
"Burromuerto I think." Jacey replied before dad began to choke on his soda.
"Burromeurto? As in...Alejandro Burromuerto?" Dad asked then crushed the can, soda exploding around him. Crap.
A/N2: Duncan no te gusta Alejandro. Hehehe. So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Do you like Dani? What about Javier? And who the frick are Jacey's parents? I'm pretty sure if you thought hard enough about it you'll figure it out. Anyways I hopped you like this first chapter and there is more to come!