I tried my best to match the language to the American language, and I don't really know the American school system so cut me some slack. Yarse. I am British. Mwahaha. I don't drink tea all day. Well okay, I do sometimes. But I've switched to Green Tea because it's healthier, but most of the time I drink hot chocolate with cream, or milkshake :) And I'm best friends with the Queen ;)
So, here it is… Cupid's ChokeholdChapter 1 – Typical WyattTessa's POV:
I sat at the back of the class in Math, as usual, lightly chewing on a pencil. It was the start of a new term, and we were studying some new topic. Math was one of my strongest subjects. I was one of those good girls who never really got into trouble. I stayed out of people's way, and they usually stayed out of mine. It was like the natural order of things. It's not like I was shy, I was just…quiet. I hung around a few people, who weren't popular, but weren't exactly nerds either. We were more like…social outcasts.
I started to doodle on my notebook, still listening to the teacher's lecture. Suddenly he was interrupted by someone entering the room.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Halliwell." The teacher said.
I looked up to see Wyatt Halliwell entering the room with a cocky grin on his face. Wyatt was one of those popular kids. He was on the football team, and he was a troublemaker, a player and a complete jerk. He had dark, sandy blonde curls, darker than my own golden-blonde hair. His eyes were a deep hazel colour, whilst mine were a very light shade of blue. He was one of those guys that girls would fall head over heels in love with, though I can't imagine why. I mean he was one of the hottest guys in the school, but he was a complete jerk and a sleaze. I had never spoken to Wyatt before, and I didn't spend all of my high school years drooling all over him.
He was exactly the opposite of his brother, Chris Halliwell. Chris was kind, sensitive, and a social outcast, like me. He was a close friend of mine. His hair was a dark brown colour and his eyes were a nice shade of green. He never really talked about Wyatt, so I assumed there was some kind of rivalry maybe? As close as Chris and me were, he was very secretive about his family life. I knew he didn't like to talk about his family, so I never asked anymore. Chris was in the same year as me. He was 16, like me, soon to be 17. Wyatt was already 17, soon to be 18. He had been held back a year, so now he was in the same year as me.
The teacher scanned the room, and locked his eyes on me.
"You can sit by Miss Andrews." The teacher said to Wyatt. I looked up at the mention of my name. Wyatt was staring right at me, as were pretty much all the other students, if they weren't too busy drooling over Wyatt. He winked at me.
Oh great.
I rolled my eyes, looking down and groaned quietly, making sure nobody heard. Some of the more popular and bitchy girl glared at me and gave me feisty looks, probably jealous that Wyatt had to sit next to me. I kept my head down, annoyed that I had to sit next to this jerk.
"Hey." The voice next to me said. I looked up and nodded at him, trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying.
"It's Jessica right?"
"Tessa."
"Right. I'm Wyatt." He held out his hand.
"I know." I replied, ignoring his handshake offer. He laughed, as he took back his hand.
"Your Chris's girl, right?"
"I'm not his girl. We're just friends." I snapped.
"Sure, whatever." He held up his hands, as if he was surrendering.
"So how come I haven't noticed a pretty little thing like y-"
"Would you shut up?" I hissed, "I'm trying to listen to the teacher."
"Feisty, are we now?" He mocked, as I just rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe Chris was related to this guy!
For the rest of the lesson, I just ignored him, even when he really bugged me by just staring and smirking at me and dropping sleazy comments. As soon as the bell rang for lunch, I collected my things up together and half ran, half walked out the door, before Wyatt could say another word.
I walked to the bench we normally sat at outside. Naturally, Chris and Bianca were already there. Bianca Summers was one of my best friends, like Chris. We'd all known each other since we were kids. Bianca was 17 already. We had both been 12 years old when we met Chris. We had found him at the swings in the park by himself. We offered to keep him company and wouldn't take no for an answer. Pretty soon, a friendship had blossomed between us.
I dumped my stuff on the table and sat down, with frustration and annoyance.
"Who pissed in your Cheerio's?" Bianca asked, noticing my irritation, as Chris grinned.
"Wyatt Halliwell." I replied, saying the name with resentment, whilst looking directly at Chris. I noticed how he stiffened as soon as I spoke his brother's name, like it was a curse.
"What do you mean? Since when did Wyatt start talking to you?" He asked, and I couldn't help getting a little offended by the way he emphasised 'Wyatt' and 'you'. Though I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't have believed it myself.
"Since he joined my Math class and sat next to me."
"Why'd he sit next to you?"
"There was nowhere else, unfortunately." I sighed.
"So, what did he do? Stab you with a pen?" Bianca asked, curiously.
"What?"
"You know, to piss you off so much?"
"Just being Wyatt really. Typical sleazy Wyatt. It sucks that he's in my class, let alone him sitting by me." I pouted as Chris laughed. I gave him a dark look.
"You better do something about this, he's your brother!" I said, pointing my finger at him.
"Okay! Okay, calm down! I'll talk to him."
"Yeah, you say that now, but are you actually gonna do it?"
"I said I'll talk to him!"
At that moment, Wyatt and two other guys walked to our table, much to our disappointment.
"Now, now, that's no way to talk to a lady. Remember your manners Chris." He tutted.
"What do you want?" Chris asked, annoyed.
"Hey Jessica. How come you bailed out on me?" He asked, ignoring Chris and shifting to face me.
"It's Tessa. And because you're an ass, Halliwell." I spat.
"Tessa, Jessica, same thing really. And what's with the last name status and the insults? I thought we were friends." He mocked.
"Piss off, Wyatt." Chris said in a stern voice.
"Oh come on, Chris, that's no way to talk to you're big brother." Wyatt replied, in a mocking tone, just to get on his nerves.
"I'm serious, just leave us alone."
Wyatt shook his head. "I don't think I want to."
"If you don't go, I swear I'll…"
"You'll what?" Wyatt challenged, as Chris tried his best not to show Wyatt that he was getting to him. I decided to save Chris and stood up quickly from the bench, to face Wyatt. We were just inches apart. I held a stern and annoyed look on my face.
"I'll make you regret the day you were born, Halliwell." I said.
"Nooo! Please don't!" He teased, as him and the other two guys started to laugh.
I pushed him away, as he chuckled. By this time, at least half the people outside must have been watching.
"You don't wanna be doing that, honey…" He warned.
"Why? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Go on then. Do it." I challenged, placing my hands firmly on my hips.
"I don't hit girls. Apart from Chris." He smirked.
"Why don't you just go back to doing what you do best and leave us alone?" I said giving him a cold, hard stare.
"And what is it that I do best then?"
"Just go." I yelled, ignoring his question and giving him another push.
"Alright, alright! We're going." Wyatt said, as he and his friends retreated and we were left in peace again. I sighed in frustration.
"At least you don't have to live with him!" Chris pouted as Bianca smirked.
It was late. I was out with Chris and Bianca after school for a bit, before I realised the time and ran back to my dad's restaurant. I dumped my bag at the back of the kitchen and threw on an apron. I usually helped out around the restaurant for a bit just waitressing and stuff, for a little extra cash. I could see that things were very busy and I would probably be working late today.
"Jarrett, have you seen how many customers have piled in there?" One of the workers, and a close friend of dad's, yelled. Dad yelled something, but with all the noise from the workers and customers I couldn't hear what he said.
"Hey Tessa." He said, as he passed by me, carrying a plate of food in each hand.
"Hey Kale. Busy day?"
"No, you think?" He replied, sarcastically, rushing over to a table where a young woman and man sat impatiently. I smiled, as I pushed through the staff and reached my dad.
"Sorry I'm late, got caught up." I explained to my dad.
"Yeah okay, can you get this to table seven?" He asked, handing two plates to me.
"Sure. Your welcome!" I yelled, as he just ignored me. I sighed, and pushed through the kitchen and steered towards table seven.
As soon as my shift was over, I grabbed my bag, slung the long strap over my shoulder and told dad I was heading home. It was already dark and the night was quite chilly. It was a long-ish walk from the restaurant to home. I passed Chris's house on the way. His house was huge and mysterious. Sometimes, you could hear crashes and bangs from inside, but I usually wasn't too sure if it wasn't just my imagination. I stared at the house, as I was walking past it. I longed to find out what was inside the house that Chris didn't want me to see. I turned my attention to the nice silver car that was pummelling down the road, with music blasting out from it. I watched as it jerked to a stop, opposite Chris's house and the engine and music was cut off. A figure emerged from it, and I quickly identified it as Wyatt Halliwell. I quickened my pace, hoping he wouldn't notice me, and thankfully he didn't. Another figure stumbled out. It was a girl. Surprise, surprise. I unintentionally rolled my eyes. I watched as they entered the house opposite to Chris's house. I wondered why Wyatt didn't just take her to his house, so I assumed his parents were in or something. As soon as I reached home, I rushed to my room and threw on my pyjamas. I had already eaten at the restaurant, so I went straight to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows.
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