Author's Note: I own nothing but my OCs, Adamma, Breonna, Donovan and Alifa. I'm not making any money off of this. It's an AU story, so don't go complaining that I have facts wrong. I KNOW. I changed some things to fit in with the story. Enjoy!
Secrets, Blackmail and Lies…
Chapter One
So here I am. I have a story. A story I hadn't imagined happening. But to tell you, I'll have to go back to the beginning…
My name is Adamma, Adamma Jensen, but I'm often called Ada. I'm short, only about 5'2" or so, and I have blue eyes and light brown hair that goes just past my shoulders. It has a slight wave to it. All in all, I'm really not that exciting. I'm not like your average character in a book. I'm on the small side, and I sound skinny, I guess, at 108 pounds, but I think I look pretty average. I'm not top heavy, not bottom heavy, just average. I'm sure as hell not endearingly clumsy, and I can be bitchy at times. Actually I can be bitchy a lot of the time, except around my friends. Luckily they're around a lot.
Speaking of my friends, they play a role in this story too. First off, I suppose, is Breonna Seltzer, who usually goes by Bree or some variation of the word, unless we're calling her soda, because of her last name. Bree is more like characters in a book. She's taller than me, about 5'7" and weighs a bit more, but she's better filled out. She has a more hourglass-like figure. Then there's her stunning hazel eyes and her black hair that curls around her face. Me, I'm pale, almost as white as a sheet of paper, but Bree has a natural tan glow about her. I swear, I could lock her in a cellar for a week and she'd still be tan. Thankfully, we're still friends and she's not like some of the more cliquey girls at school. We've known each other pretty much since we were born and we're best friends.
Then comes Donovan. We met him when were 13 and instantly clicked. He's the oldest out of the three of us, a year older than Bree and myself at 18. His full name is Donovan George, which we laugh about, because it's backwards. Usually George is the first name and Donovan is the last. His mother calls him Donnie, but he hates that, so we call him Van. Compared to me and Bree, he's a giant, and he's only 6'0" (Trust me, compared to some of the guys we go to school with, it really is ONLY 6'0"). He's pretty good looking, I think, with blue eyes and dark brown hair. It's short with a messy style that suits him. He's a pretty tough looking guy and I think that's for a personal reason, whenever he's not with us he's working out a lot. I don't know why, and I'm not going to pry, everyone has their reasons.
We're all in the same high school together now, and at times (most of the time) I think that's the only thing that makes high school worth it. Why? Because we're the odd ones out. We're even the odd ones out amongst the odd ones out. There's the two groups, Me, Bree and Van are one and Matt and Jeff Hardy (They're twins, non identical), Shannon Moore, Greg Helms, Phil Brooks and a girl named Alifa Keene make up the other group. I don't know why we don't get along, I guess it could be because we went to two different schools before high school, but for whatever reason we don't. Us, being the smaller group, make better targets and so we cop the brunt of the high school teasing. That and Matt Hardy can actually play football, and well, so they have an in that we don't with the rest of the school.
I slid into class that day, just barely on time, watching as the teacher glared at me. I winced and went over to the left corner of the room to join Bree and Van, seeing as the other 'odd ones out' took up the right corner.
"What the hell made you so late?" Van hissed at me. He's sort of like the appointed leader of our group. Not because he's male though, more because he's the oldest.
"Sorry, I slept through my alarm, woke up with five minutes to get ready." I apologised, shrugging my shoulder, and he rolled his eyes.
Bree smacked him in the arm "Chill out Van, it's not like anything happened."
"What happened?" I asked now, raising a brow.
"Nothing. Luckily. Or you'd be in trouble." Van said the first part through gritted teeth, but then offered me a smile so I knew all was forgiven. I could only guess why. It probably had to do with them being picked on. Donovan is the brawn, Bree is the peacemaker and I am the witty one who stomps all over the jocks asses verbally. It saves Van getting suspended.
"Bree keep your temper down?" I asked him, grinning as Bree ducked her head a little and blushed. I was the only person who knew Bree had a crush on Van. He grunted his affirmation and I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes, finally turning towards the board and sighing as I found my book and a pen to copy the work down with.
Jeff, Matt, Shannon, Greg, Phil and Alifa (The last two were holding hands) were all sitting in the right-hand back corner and talking quietly amongst themselves. Shannon and Alifa were the only two fully concentrated on their work it seemed. I wondered vaguely if they had something planned before I turned back to my own work, scribbling down the answers quickly and fairly easily. I find Ancient History interesting, especially when it's on the Egyptians, and I could hear Van pausing every so often beside me to lean over and check what I had written.
All that aside, I was happy when class ended, standing up and packing my things away. I attempted to turn and walk out of the aisle, where I nearly bumped into Jeff who had just stopped to glare at me a moment. I rolled my eyes and shouldered him out of the way before leaving the classroom. It took Bree and Van a couple of minutes to catch up to me, and Van was laughing softly. Bree looked faintly amused too, and so I cocked my eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nothin', You just should have seen the look on Hardy's face after you pushed past." Van informed me, obviously much happier than he had been when I'd first walked into class.
"Yeah well I figured I'd take a turn at being the brawn." I said casually, he laughed at first before realisation came onto his face.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, and I knew he'd reach out to tickle me next, so I was off like a shot. I could feel people staring as we ran past, and Bree was watching in the background with a grin- I'd assured her Van was only a big brother to me. So when he caught me and lifted me up she didn't seem worried.
Me, however, well I squealed.
"Bree! Save me!" I yelped to her, and Van glanced over his shoulder at her whilst still carrying me into the cafeteria. She laughed and shook her head a little bit, jogging to catch up with us. Van, meanwhile, was grinning at having caught me and only dumped me down when he reached our normal table. I pouted a bit at him before taking my spot.
"You are a butt head." I told him simply, he was sitting down across from me, and Bree was just taking her place beside me. She laughed and he poked his tongue out before speaking.
"Yeah but you know you love me kiddo."
"Yeah, sadly, you're like the older brother I never wanted."
He slapped my arm.
"Just kidding Van, of course I want you." I said, fluttering my eyelashes at him, causing him to snort. Then he picked up his apple and bit into it, causing me to look at Bree.
"So… Breester… You wouldn't happen to have food I could eat would you?"
"Why?" She asked me suspiciously.
"I was running so late this morning I forgot to get food."
"So buy something." She told me, shrugging as she pulled some chocolate cake out of her bag.
"1) Ew. Food here sucks. 2) Why would I when you have CHOCOLATE CAKE."
Van snorted again in the background and Bree pushed the piece over to me. "Aren't you lucky I think ahead." She said, pulling out another two pieces and giving one to Van. I snuggled up to her side and kissed her cheek. (I heard an 'Ew. Lesbians.' Comment somewhere in the background, but ignored it)
"I love you Breezy!"
Again Van snorted. I think he's turning into a pig. Bree shoved me away and picked up her cake. Bitch.
"I love you too Ada." She said calmly, and I took back my earlier thought.
Van just looked left out now.
"Hey I already told you that I love you Donnie, don't look so depressed."
"That's it!" He yelled, and I shrieked as he practically leapt over the table at me, ruffling my hair. We ended up on the floor, my hair all messed up and his knee in my stomach.
"VAN GET OFF!" I yelled and he rolled away. Bree was snickering in her seat. He offered me a hand and I took it, wincing as I stood up, but brushing myself off. Everyone was staring now, but I ignored it, they should be used to our antics by now anyway.
"I didn't hurt you too bad did I?" He asked concernedly and I shook my head after a moment.
"Nah. Cake will fix it."
Yet again (What is this, the fourth time?) he snorted and went to sit down, whilst I dived into my seat and started on my slice of cake. It was good. I guess I forgot to mention Bree is a GREAT cook. Unlike me. Hah. If I'd made the cake it'd be a twisted burnt, icky tasting thing. Lucky Bree made it.
Mm. Cake.
Authors Note: So, this is my new story! It's (obviously) AU. Very Au.
Yes, I know that Matt and Jeff are NOT twins, but for this story I wanted them to be closer in age so I decided to make then non identical twins. Also, obviously Shannon, Greg and Punk are all different ages, but for the sake of this, Matt, Jeff and Greg are 18 and Shannon and Punk are 17. Alifa Keene, my OC is 17, Adamma and Breonna are both also 17 and Donovan is 18.
Anyway, I hope you like it, hopefully it will be updated soon. Review and let me know what you think, I love to hear from you! I also try to reply to all of my reviews. Plus, take my poll ;) Thanks!