Preface:
Life had began so shortly ago, how was this my end? I looked around, he was there, he said he'd never leave. Right now, I wish he would, he shouldn't see me like this, no. I looked ahead to the ocean, my only hope. He'd never follow me there, but deep deep in my heart, I knew he'd never leave me, it didn't matter where I went.
Chapter One: Crashing The Shore.
I looked around, surely if I closed my eyes it would be better. I reopened them, nope the same.
"Ugh," I groaned.
I looked outside my window again, it was still there. This was a true nightmare. Let's recap, I mean like if I had anything better to do.
I use to live in Utah, the snow, the coldess, the wind.
I loved it, it was what I called home.
The economy was starting to effect us, we had to move back where my dad's family lived, Oregon.
My parents, they use to have a snow sports business, it was going good. It was, until my dad had a heart attack, he was one of the teachers, after his heart attack, he became depressed.
Before, it was Salt Lake City, Utah, now it's Seaside, Oregon.
I kept looking outside my new window, hoping to see the snowy mountains, but no all I saw now was Seaside countryside, with some ocean.
"Open, closed, open, closed," I kept saying, opening and closing my eyes.
This was stupid, even to me. A 16 year old girl, sitting alone in her room, opening and closing her eyes.
I didn't care, who cares. My world was over, and it was barely August, soon school would start.
Great, lovely, starting Sophmore year with tan creeps. It wasn't that I was pale, I just wasn't "that" dark, I was creamy, but not that creamy. Dark, dark brown hair to my shoulders, dark brown eyes, or "bug eyes" according to my father, my body was average, the only speciel thing about me was how big my eyes were.
I had a brother, well at first he was with my family as a foste kid. His name was Justin, just a 3 years younger than me, the only difference was that he was like half german, or something like that.
There was a slight knock on my door.
"Jasadey, your father would like a word with you," my mom said.
Ugh, great. Another "I've had enough of your stupid attitude!" talk.
I walked down the way to small hallway to the box living room, where my father was sitting. My father wasn't a big man, he was a little over weight, black hair, my eyes, beard, and rough hands. His name was John Dorhan.
I sat next to him on the couch, while my mother, Felicia Dorhan sat on the love seat.
"Sweetie, I have some bad news for you, the school year started two weeks ago, but you'll start tomorrow," my dad said.
This was just great, I was already a shy person, I didn't need anymore.
"Um, okay," was my respone. I didn't want to fight anymore, it didn't help our situation.
"Justin, he'll be starting middle school, don't worry, the schools are connected," my mother smiled.
"Okay," I said.
"When are we going to the stores? It's like just houses here," I asked.
"Soon, there are still things to unpack," Dad said.
"Where's Justin?" I asked.
"He's with James," Dad said.
"Your brother?" I asked.
"Your uncle," Dad corrected.
There was this stupid tradition in my family, on my dad's side. Alot of people started with the letter J, there was dad's siblings, Joanne, James, and him, John, their parents Jeremiah, and Gloria. Yeah, I'm like half hispanic, and trust me, you can tell. My uncle James, he's married to Sandy, they have one boy around Justin's age, Jamie, Joanne my aunt, she's married to Austin, zero kiddos. I mean Joanne is like 40, she's old.
Justin's name was changed, his name was Kaleb, but Justin got to choose his "J" name. Mine was plane lazy, Jasadey, Ja-say-dee. My parents, they just threw something together, just lazy.
"Well, tomorrow, Joanne will take you to school, she's the councelar there, but after you learn the way, you can drive," Dad said.
"Okay," was again, my response.
I headed to my room again, my box room. It was so small, my other room was much bigger.
I jumped on my bed, looking out the window again, gross.
What was so great here?
Nothing, I had no cousins my age, nothing. Alone.
The next morning, it was truely sucky, to say the least. When Justin and I got into Joanne's car, you would of thought cats could not smell so bad.
"You'll love it, if you need any help, tell them you know me," Joanne advised.
"Oh, okay," Justin said , from the back seat.
I had my arms crossed across my chest, looking outside the window.
Finally, after half an hour, I saw civilization.
"Is that Seashore High?" I asked, pointing to the nearest big building.
"Yes, ma'am," Joanne said, pulling in.
"Oh, it's so neat here," Justin said, looking inside.
"I'm going to go drop Justin off, do you want to wait for me?" Joanne asked.
"Um,no. I can go by myself," I said, biting my lip.
Joanne nodded, getting out of the car.
I walked into the building with the header "Seashore High: Office". I sat in the waiting room, waiting. Then a lady walked in. She was no older than 30, red tangled hair, cheeks sprayed with freckles, and a friendly smile.
"Can I help you?" She asked me.
"Um, I'm Jasadey Dorhan," I said, walking up to her window.
"Ah, Jasadey, here's your paper," she smiled, handing me a paper, along with a map.
"You already got your schedule?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Okay, homeroom already ended, 1st period barely started," she said.
I smiled, walking through the door to the hallways.
It was Science, it couldn't be that hard to find. I found the room easily, the halls were separated by grades, I found it to be near the back double doors.
I entered, then my face mirrored a tomatoe.
"Yes?" The teacher asked.
He was a short man, chubby.
I looked at my schedule, Mr. Jean Freckle.
I walked up to him, handing him my paper.
"Jasadey, ah. Here's your text book, you sit next to Freddy," Mr. Freckle said, pointing to a tall boy, fair hair, nice body.
"Okay," I said, sitting down at Freddy's table.
He looked over at me, examing me.
"Hey, I'm Freddy," he smiled, offering his hand.
"Hi, I'm Jasadey," I smiled, taking his hand.
"Where did you move from?" He asked, while I took in all the staring eyes.
My blush grew deeper.
"U-utah," I studered.
He laughed.
"This must be a big change," he smiled.
"Y-yeah," I said.
Mr. Freckle was a boring teacher, he didn't teach much.
Almost half the period past, and Freddy and I talked during it.
"Hey, you're the new girl," a girl with light brown hair said.
"Yes," I said.
"I'm Monica,let me see your schedule," Monica said.
I handed it to her.
"Jasadey? Oh, this is nice, we share all our classes, don't worry. I'll show you around," Monica smiled.
"That would be nice," I smiled.
"Monica? When did you get here?" Freddy asked.
"I'm guessing you already met Freddy, and his short attention span," Monica laughed.
"Hey!" Freddy laughed.
Monica walked me to my next class, with stares in the hallway.
"New girl," a husky voice boomed.
I looked to see who it was, a boy.
Around my age, brown hair, pretty eyes, and a athele's body.
"Josue, don't," Monica warned.
"Don't?" Josue snorted, smacking the book and papers in my hands to the floor.
I was shocked, how could one boy be so evil?
"Are you stupid? Pick them up," he suggested cruely.
People were looking at me now, I was attracting attention.
I bent down to pick them up, as fast as I could.
A second boy joined Josue, his hair was black, and he was tan.
"Another one bites the dust," the tan boy smirked.
I looked down, not meeting their eyes.
I felt them walk away, it's when Monica looked at me.
"Hey, don't let them get to you. Their jerks, the "jokes". Josue and Alex, just ignore them," Monica suggested.
"Okay," I said, clutching my books.
Wow, great 1st day, and it was barely starting.
The next two classes were better, without the "the stupid new girl who Josue made fun of" stares.
At lunch, I sat with Monica and her friends. She only had four, but it wasn't like you needed 40.
Melanie, Annie, Shayla, and Julia.
Julia, she was loud and out going, the one with the boyfriend.
Melanie, she was the outspoken one, they called her the "nerd".
Shayla, the cheerleader.
Annie, she was the one with the temper, she was the one with backbone.
I found it funny, the one with the cutest name was the most "dangerous".
"Hey, look. Josue is staring at you," Melanie pointed out.
"I don't care, he can stare and laugh all he wants," I glared.
"He's like that to everyone," Annie reasured.
"Girls, their mainly the target," Shayla said.
"Jackass," Monica scoffed.
"Just because he's the star football player, he's 'golden"," Julia scoffed.
"Is he always like that?" I asked.
They all nodded.
I started biting my lip, wishing the staring would stop.
The rest of the day, it was wonderful, no Josue. It wasn't until I was waiting for Joanne and Justin that I really wanted the floor to swollow me whole.
"Hey, new girl!" The same ugly husky voice shouted.
I was scared out of my skin, not looking back.
I hand on the shoulder almost drained me.
"Are you death?" He mocked.
"What? No, I am not. Is there a problem?" I glared.
"Yes, your face. I've never seen someone so ugly, what are you half bug?" He snorted.
"What are you? Half asshole?" I glared.
"Funny, Javanee," he glared back.
"It's Jasadey," I said, through my teeth.
"Like it matters, I might as well call you cluts," he laughed.
"Josue? Is there a problem?" Joanne asked, glaring at Josue.
"Not at all, I was just getting to know Janasey here," he smiled, patting my shoulder.
"Well, I suggest you more out of the way, we'r leaving," Joanne demanded.
Josue rolled his eyes, hoping into black shiny Camaro.
This was privilaged, it was easily seen.
I bit my lip, waiting for his foot to hit the gas.
Then my wish became true, he sped away.
"Is he your friend?" Justin asked.
"No, he isn't," I said.
"That boy, I've treated more girls with problems caused by him, than anything here," Joanne snarled.
"What's his deal?" I asked.
"The way he was raised, if you could see his father, you would know what I mean," Joanne pointed out.
"Who is he?" Justin asked.
"His name is Richard, he owns a few mini stores around town, the mom's hispanic, Aracely," Joanne said.
"Mini stores?" I asked.
"Their're head to miss, "Townhigh's Place"," Joanne said.
"Josue Townhigh?" I asked.
Joanne nodded.
It suited him, like a glove.
I went to the beach after I got home, letting the waves take the day's crap away.
I closed my eyes, hoping that when they opened there would be snow covering the floor.
I opened them.
The setting beach, no snow.
I hughed.
I set on my chin on my knees, wrapping my arms around my legs.
I felt cold water hit my back, going through my tanktop.
"J-j-u-s-stin!" I yelled.
"Sorry, I thought you were dead," he joked.
"No, but you're about to be," I threatend.
I slid all my hair over my left shoulder, ignoring the stupid 13 year old jerk.
I missed Utah, I missed my friends, I missed getting buried in the snow.
To my relief, tomorrow was Saturday.
I walked the path home, leaving my cousin and brother there.
It look around 15 minutes, but I liked being alone. You know what they say, "You're your own best friend".
I knew myself like no one else, it was silly. I felt my face pull into a silly smile.
My new house, outside it looked so pretty, but inside, it was a hell hole.
Maybe I could do what my cousin Jennifer did, to get out of her family's problems, she joined the Army. She's on my mom's side, just 6 years older than me, the ones that live in Utah.
I walked up the porch, the screen door was open, it announced one thing.
Mom was baking.
Something she had adapted the short time we had been here.
I walked inside, letting the smell of cupcakes overwhelm me.
"Jasadey, go change," Mom demanded.
"I'm going, I'm going," I said, walking towards my room.
I looked at my computer, it was glowing. New i.m. , it was from my friend, Elisa. My best friend.
Elisaaaa(: said "Hey, how's it going. Text me when you get the chance." I.M. recieved August 19, 2011, 4:56 p.m.
Elisaaaa(: is now offline, messages will be delieved when member signs back in.
Jasadey* said "It's alright, nothing to die for. Dad cancled our phones back in Utah, I'll give you the new house phone, I miss Utah, really bad." I.M. sent August 19, 2011, 7:13 p.m.
I turned the screen off, and changed into my old track sweats, they still smelled like Utah.
I walked to the kitchen for dinner, Mom was making salad. Something she's made since I was little, but nothing I like.
I sat down, getting breadsticks.
"How was school?" Dad asked.
Here in Seaside, Dad worked with his brother, something that was actually helping him, but nothing I liked either.
"School was school," I said, chewing on the bread.
"Jasadey has a boyfriend," the 13 year old jerk teased.
"Boyfriend?" Mom smirked.
"No, just some jerk. He thought it was so funny how to can talk to me when he wants to," I glared.
"How was your day Justin?" Mom asked.
"Good, I liked it here," he smiled.
"And you?" Mom asked.
"It's alright," I spat.
Saturday, it was a lazy day, a day to finish unpacking.
Then Sunday, was a go out and buy crap day.
Sunday nights were the nights when I turned into a computer zombie.
I logged into Facebook.
Monica Hopes would like to be your friend.
Accept.
New I.M. Monica.
Monica Hopes:Did you hear?
Jasadey Dorhan:Hear what?
Monica Hopes: About Josue.
Jasadey Dorhan: No, what happened?
Monica Hopes: He's going through some stage, this girl (Jessica Hayes. You don't know her) said she saw him at Zaxby's, but he wasn't himself, that he was really angry, and Alex pissed him off. Josue's face was priceless.
Jasadey Dorhan: Why is this big news?
Monica Hopes: Because! I forgot to show you! Listen, there are these Seniors and Juniors, 4 actually, they have like some clut, their always together, sexy, and hot too(;, Their "leader" Trey, he's a Senior, and the other Senior, his name is Ian, the Juniors, Nathan, and Daniel. They say that Josue joined them, it's like the bestest news in the world!
Jasadey Dorhan: Why?
Monica Hopes: They keep to themselves, it means Josue won't bother anyone anymore, it's like he turnes invisible.
I felt a smile creep on my face, this was very good news to me.
Jasadey Dorhan: Nice, you can tell me the rest tomorrow.
Monica Hopes: Will do, bye.
Jasadey Dorhan: Bye.
Monica Hopes is now offline.
Monday was intense, no one talked, but if they did it was about Josue.
I got the whole story from Monica, they called the little "clut" hotheads, because that's what they were.
There was only one girl who knew them, she was with Trey, her name was Amany, and she was one of them. She kept to herself, not talking much to anymore but the guys, which now included Josue.
I didn't se him until the end of the my last class, I was walking towards the doors, when I bumped into him.
He felt warm, hard but soft. I liked his heat, it was inviting to me.
It was hard to realize only a second had passed, it's when I noticed my things had hit the floor, again.
I heard someone scoff, "Wow, that's the 2nd time."
Josue turned, and when he saw me, his glare turned soft, then hard again.
He picked my things up from the door, and shoved them at me. I yelped at the impact.
"You have your things now go," his new more huskier voice demanded.
He was bigger, more muscles, and his expression wasn't relaxed like before.
It look me half a second to process his words, then I was off.
I turned around one last time, just to find my gaze lock with his.
I looked away, running towards my black Ford.