A/N-Hey guys, I am back after a two year hiatus of writing. I'm back and here to stay, reviews/const. crit gratefully welcomed. Highschool is a crazy learning experience, lots of experimenting, sexuality exploration, and awkward moments, Double D just moved to Peach Creek...this is his story.
Chapter 1- From This Day Forward, You Will Be Known as Double D
Eddward stood there, just beyond the entrance of Peach Creek High's doors, tugging nervously at his mango button-up, grinding his teeth.
Perhaps I hadn't thought enough about my first-day-of-high-school attire, or perhaps I had thought about it entirely too much. Oh dear. Well either way, here I was feeling like an embarassing intro to a Taylor Swift song. Ridiculous. If mother had not ripped me away from my friends, school, and comfortable life in general, I would be a freshman at Orange Grove High, not a nameless 9th grade specimen of the student body of Peach Creek High. That did not even make sense to me. Peach. Creek. It's aesthetically frustrating and phonetically embarassing. The nerve, He thought to himself, feeling his face grow warm with detestment. He could only live in his world of first-person for a few more moments before the shrill cry of the bell signifying the five-minute warning of the day's first classes blared in his ear. A herd of students nearly trampled him. He got shoved into a wall of lockers, his book bag flying off of his shoulder, causing the contents to be violently distributed accross the linoleum floor.
Drat. Of course this would happen to me on my first day.
He quickly gathered his things, a threshold of worrying building in a furrow accross his forehead at the very disturbing thought of being late on his first day.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear, I will make such a negative impression on my superiors, this is a dreadful start if I want to get outstanding letters of reccomendation from proff-
"Hiya!" a cheerful, sweet voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to meet the smile of Peach Creek's most devastatingly beautiful student, with fashionably short cropped blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and 1000 watt Cameron Diaz smile that beamed genuinely at him.
"This yours, dude? Looks serious," She held out a thick novel titled Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Frederiche Nietzche.
"Oh," Eddward frowned, "yes, thank you, I would have been quite a mess without that book today. How clumsy of me, I don't know my way around here yet. I'm new."
The pretty girl raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and giggled.
"Hi, new. I'm Nazz," she grinned. Eddward tilted his head in confusion, then suddenly chuckled himself
"How rude of me, I'm E-" before he could finish, a muscular arm curled its way possessively around Nazz's delicate shoulders, and crushed her to his Peach Creek High football jersey. The boy had a smug expression on his face, and an obnoxious backwards red hat that had tufts of dirty blonde hair scattered about his forehead.
"Babe," he interrupted, nodding his head to greet Nazz, completely disregarding Eddward. He then turned and scowled in Eddward's direction, "Who's the new dork?" He scoffed.
"Eddward," he held out a hand, cordially. "With two D's in the beginning, not one," he added and Nazz hid a small smile. The kid fanned away Eddward's attempt at being polite and rolled his eyes.
"What-ever...you look like a double dork to me. There are way too many Ed's at this dump anyway. Are you a freshman or something?" He turned to Nazz without waiting for an answer, "why are you talking to this loser?"
"Oh my God, Kevin, like bug off I was just being nice," she shoved him playfully.
"Whatever," he repeated, "I'll walk you to class or something," and with his arm still around Nazz he turned without saying another word to Eddward. As they were walking off, Nazz looked back at Eddward and smiled apologetically, mouthing bye, Cutie! Before disappearing around the corner with the jock, Kevin. Eddward just shook his head at the boys audacity.
"Pssst, hey, you, kid with the sockhat," Another voice seemed to come out of nowhere, interrupting his thoughts. Eddward turned to see a stocky kid, with dark jeans and a yellow polo.
"Excuse me?" He replied. The boy motioned him over, and only at the sake of making friends in this new, strange place, did he comply. He could immediately assess at this young man's demeanor that he was going to be very bossy and insistent.
"Where you just talking to NAZZ?!" The way he said her name was as if it was dripping in honey and gold flakes.
"Why yes, I do believe that was her name, Nazz," Eddward replied, slightly annoyed.
"Are you nuts?! She is a JUNIOR, are you new or somethin?"
"Yes, I am new, actually...I didn't get your name, I apologize-" he instinctively reached out his hand, but nearly hid it immediately, considering how another one of his peers treated the gesture just moments ago. However, he didn't have time to withdraw. The boy grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.
"Hey, yea, Eddy. You gotta toughen up if you are gonna hang around here kid, it's dangerous," Eddy said. Eddward's face lit up.
"Oh my! That is quite a coincidence, my name is Eddward too! Two D's though, in the beginning. Quite strange, I truly wonder what my parents were thinking-" he began his out-of-nervousness rant once more.
"Yea, that's gonna have to change," Eddy said flatly.
"I'm sorry?" Eddward replied dumbfounded.
"Long story, and you know what they say, time is money. What were blabbering about? Two D's? Yea I'll just call you Double D, makes it easier on me, can't be getting confused with a-" Eddy looked Double D up and down, unable to come up with something. "A...uh, you. Ya know?"
Double D blinked several times, and before he could protest the final bell rang. Immediately, he panicked, feeling his palms moisten.
"Yikes! Smell ya later pal, we'll do lunch," Eddy said quickly and gave him a rather hard shoulder pat and sped off to class. Eddward...or rather, Double D had never been late to a class-or anything for that matter-ever, and rushed to his classroom number, apologetically giving the professor the 'I'm new' shrug and neat stack of paperwork, trying to act casual even though his pupils were dialated to maximum capacity and he was pretty certain he would throw up his lungs at any moment. He quickly took the first available seat. During role call, he heard Kevin's familiar name being called.
"Here," the jock said dully.
Why was Kevin, presumably a Junior or higher since the odds of Peach Creek goddess Nazz dating below her were highly unlikely, in a freshman poetry class? Double D thought idly to himself. He was a tad frustrated, the curriculum at the high school he was supposed to attend never had a required a frivolous "freshman poetry class." Every other class on his schedule was advanced placement. Anyway.
When the professor made a confused comment about there being two Ed-names on the roster, the young intellectual piped up immediately.
"Oh, yes, present, however, I'd like to be referred to as Double D, please," he practically sang, immediately adopting the nickname, if it meant having a friend at this wretched school.
"Oh, brother," Kevin groaned a few rows behind him, and he could just feel the boy rolling his eyes at his back. Double D chose to ignore his snideness. As the professor was calling out the name of Ed #2, the classroom door swang open, nearly being knocked off its hinges.
"Here! Uh, here I am, oh teacher of heart-brains!"
At was at that point something very, very strange hapenned. Double D's hands became clammy, even thought he was late for nothing. The skin on his face felt flushed instantaneously although he was sitting contently in his seat. He could hear his heart thundering on his ear drum. Worst of all, to his utter and pure amazement, for once in his life, his mind went very blank and he could think of nothing. He felt nothing at all yet at the same time he never felt anything so strong and and paralyzing. He gripped the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles were white porcelain.
He was tall, just north of six feet. he had a couple piercings here and there, an eyebrow and an earlobe. His faded green leather jacket sleeve concealed what appeared to be a sleeve tattoo, but of what Double D couldn't decipher. A red and white striped shirt clung to his lean, muscular frame and baggy yet fitted jeans hung just so on his hips.
Double D instinctively grabbed his notebook, flipping it upwards so it concealed the majority of his face. To his horror, Ed took a seat in the desk directly in front of him. When he sat, he turned and grinned at Double D. A goofy, light-hearted smile.
"Hullo!" he said, and gave Double D a curious look while he reached over, taking one finger to bend the top of the notebook towards him, away from Double D's face, and took several loud sniffs. "Oh, I thought you were hiding snacks back there," he grinned again, and turned to face the front again.
Oh dear. This was going to be a long semester.