Hello, readers! Thank you for clicking. Just to let everyone know, this story doesn't go out with a bang, and there's no sex. There if foul language, and there's a couple of explicit moments. This isn't exactly compliant with the new promotional video. I'm sure I've made a bunch of grammer mistakes, and I'm sorry about them. I've only completed the 8th grade.
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"Four new kids in one day? Really?" I said with a skeptic look as Alli and I looked over the new enrolment lists. One of the perks of taking advanced classes is that we get to run the school office for a credit toward graduation. I don't know about other people, but Alli and I would rather be sitting in a cool, air conditioned room, making intelligent conversation instead of running around wearing little short shorts in the hot sun. "Degrassi hasn't grown in forever."
Even though today is only our third day back, I already feel like I'm at home. Here, there isn't a harking mom. Here, I'm not cramped up in a little bedroom because I'm not allowed to go anywhere else. It feels more like home than my house is, and the school office is no different.
"Well, in Degrassi's defense, two of them are in the same family, and one of the others is coming from a boarding school. Their parent's already lived here. That's not a lot of people over an entire summer."
"How did you know all that?" Alli has her ways. And about forty-four of them are immoral. Six of them are illegal, and eighteen of them would make me blush.
"I read their transcripts." Now I know three of the illegal ways to get information.
"That's illegal." I said, but I know she doesn't care. She has a careful disregard for anything legal. I hope she never gets arrested. Alli wouldn't do well in prison. She'd end up someone's bitch. Some people are just too pretty for a place full of needy, sexually deprived miscreants. There should be a special prison for people who are very pretty and straight as the tip of Space Needle.
"I don't care." I know Alli. Everyone knows. You're like that old man always sitting on the Wal-Mart bench. You know everyone.
"Truth be told, I don't either. Just don't get yourself expelled."
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to get trapped here with Jenna. Here, in the stony lonesome with her obnoxious voice cheering on her slimy boyfriend." Jenna is a total ass, but I can't blame her. If I were in her place, I can't say I wouldn't do the same thing. Hell, I nearly made out with Declan. (Of whom I would still go on a date with. I'm sorry, but that charm of his is nearly irresistible, and I still don't like Holly J. She's just too . . . busy all the time.)
"Jenna isn't that bad. She's just . . . weak-willed. K.C. is the same way." That much was true. K.C. has never been one to resist temptation.
"I say they're a couple of bitches. There are some things that you just don't do to your friends." Alli keeps forgetting that K.C. used to be my boyfriend. I know she doesn't mean it, though. K.C. used to be her friend too; she has just lost sight of that friendship. I don't thing trying to tell her would be the right thing to do. (Alli can be scary.) After the cheating fiasco we had last year, I'm not on speaking terms with him, but I'd still give him a kidney if he needed it.
"You think that every couple is a couple of bitches. Give people a chance. They might surprise you." I have a policy. Treat everyone like family until I have a reason not to. It hurts me sometimes, but when everything works out, there's nothing better than being surrounded by friends at the end of the day.
"I'm not nice like you."
"Sure you are, you just don't want to admit it." She rolled her eyes and went back to her magazine. I know Alli is one of the nicest people ever. Earn her trust, and you've got a buddy for life. Cross her, and you'll have hell to pay.
Then, four people walked into the office. Good, Work. "We need our schedules. We're new." Said a woman. She had pretty curly hair. The woman reminds me of someone I know, but I don't know who. I suppose little things like that just slip my mind.
"Did you guys form a commission or something?" Asked Alli from her magazine. Then she looked up, and was spellbound by something. So much so, that she put down her reading material. I can't even make her do that.
"No. Just convent circumstances." She replied with a smile. She looked sweet, but looks can be deceiving. I shouldn't doubt people so easily, but just because I treat people well doesn't mean I have to like them.
"Names?" I said, pushing my glasses up. Got to see everything when you messing with other people's high school careers. I went behind the desk.
Alli thinks she's too stylish to sit behind an office desk. I can't really disagree with her, and besides, if she worked the desk, we would never find anything. Alli's not lazy by any means, but she's . . . lackadaisical at times. I suppose I am too, but not when it comes to other peoples stuff.
"You get right down to business, don't you?" said one of the boys in jest. He had shorter, black hair. He was medium sized, but he looked to be really strong. The smile on his face lit up the room, and I couldn't help but smile back. He looks a lot like the older, curly haired girl in the face.
"Yessir." I replied.
"Why did you just call me 'sir'?" He had a deep, adult voice.
"Because you never told me your name. What else am I supposed to call you?" I said jokingly.
"Drew. Call me Drew." I nodded my head and went through the unclaimed schedule papers and found 'Drew'.
"Grade eleven?" He had a mismatched schedule. One period he took a tenth grade class, and another period he had senior history. Got to make sure I'm not sending a ninth grader to eleventh grade trigonometry.
"Mostly. How 'bout you?" He said. Is this boy trying to make conversation with me? Oh well, to bad for him. I'd love to sit and talk to Mr. Handsome over here for hours on end, but I a job to do. (I wish I didn't. This guy is one hunk of man meat.)
"Ten. Here's your schedule. What's the deal with the jacked up courses?" I handed it to him.
"This school and my old school don't do things in the same order."
"Alli?" I said.
"Yeah . . ." she said dreamily. I suppose I'm about to do her a favor, seeing as how she's staring at Drew like he is a Greek god.
"Can you take him to his class, please?" Alli nodded and almost skipped as she followed Drew out of the little office. I looked up at the girl with curly hair. "And your name is . . ."
"Bianca."
"That's a pretty name. Is it French?"
"I don't know, it kind of sounds French." She smiled. I suppose she likes France. I handed her the paper.
"Good luck in English. Mrs. Kwan is a killer. Do you need someone to help you find your classroom?"
"No, I can handle myself. A senior has too, I suppose."
"If you need any help, just come back here." She walked off. Two down, one to go. The next one was dressed like a boy, and I suppose he was. There is something . . . effeminate about his face, but some people just have baby faces.
"What's your name?" He asked me. That's nice.
"Clare. And you?"
"Adam."
"Well, Adam," I shuffled through the papers. I couldn't find anything. "I can't find your paper . . ."
"I'm sorry. I lost it."
"That makes sense I did the same thing my first day in high school." I decided not to include the fact that I could remember witch classes I took anyway, so it didn't matter. (I still remember.) "What grade are you in?"
"Ninth."
"Do you have any special needs?" He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then replied.
"No."
"Are you in the gifted program?"
"No."
"You should be taking science first. It's down the hall and to the left." I pointed out of the window and at the science room. "You can just ask whoever is there where you go next."
"Thank you." He said. That's a nice boy. I watched him walk down the hall until he disappeared behind a door. Done. Now, without Alli, I can go back to the book I'm reading. (She would laugh at me all day if she knew I'm reading another romance novel.) There's this man, and he goes to Georgia to find his true love (He met her on vacation . . . in Mexico . . . while he was drunk.) whose name is, ironically, Georgia. Once he finds her he learns that-
"I'm Eli. Eli Goldsworthy." I nearly jumped out of my skin and slammed my book shut. "Sorry. Didn't men to scare you." I hadn't noticed him because he was sitting. However, I don't know how I could have possibly missed him. He's one tall drink of water. His dark hair hung around his face and his long, white fingers loosely gripped around the cheap, pressed wood armrest of the chair. Eli's eyes were green, like a couple of emeralds.