A/N: hihi! New story, woo! Another to the many I'm writing, haha.
Well, let me know what you think?
Chapter One
I watched the clock as it hit twelve o'clock. It was officially midnight. I picked up my phone to see if I had any missed messages or calls. Nothing.
He forgot. He really forgot about my birthday, my sixteenth birthday. What kind of boyfriend forgets his girlfriend's birthday? I felt a tear escape my eye and slide down my cheek as I set my phone back on my black night stand, which hid perfectly in the darkness.
I laid down in my bed, pulling my covers up over my cold body. I grabbed my blue stuffed animal I made seven years ago, and closed my eyes, trying to get to sleep.
"It is sunny out, a chance of clouds later today with a high of eleven deg-"
I threw my hand on the sleep button of my alarm clock. It was three minutes past eight. I always set my alarm the minute the weather came on the radio. Without it, I would either overdress, or underdress.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining through my window. Well, at least the radio was right, it was sunny.
I stretched my arms as I sat up, getting a bit of a head rush. Gosh, I was tired. I shouldn't have waited so late for Sonic to with me a happy birthday. I should have known he wouldn't, he's the most forgetful person I've ever known.
I shook my head as I stood up, slipping my feet into my pink fuzzy slippers. Forgetful or not, he should at least have the decency to remember his girlfriend's birthday. Especially her sweet sixteen.
I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Great. I had bags under my eyes. They weren't that noticeable, or big, but they were there. It'll be great when I talk to him, he'll know I stayed up, waiting.
I grabbed the pink elastic from my wrist and put my hair up in a quick, messy bun. I didn't care much about how my hair looked, or anything else, for that mater. I wasn't fake, I wouldn't hide who I was behind makeup, or whatever all the girls spent hours doing every morning.
I walked back to my room and took off my blue cotton pajamas which had white snowflakes all over. opened the bottom left drawer of my dresser. I pulled out the first pair of jeans I found: black flare jeans. I opened the next drawer up and pulled out my favorite plain black v-neck t-shirt. I'm not sure what makes the shirt so special, I just liked it. I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs to make breakfast.
"Good morning," I greeted my brother, Scourge, as I passed him in the hallway.
"Hi," he mumbled as he headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I rolled my eyes, and continued making my way downstairs to the kitchen. I got out a frying pan and set it on the stove, turning it on high. I walked over the fridge and pulled out a pound of bacon, and put it on the counter. I searched the rack of knives for one appropriate for cutting bacon. I found a small smooth edged knife, and cut the bacon in half. I wrapped up one half, and put it in the fridge for another day, and put the other half in the frying pan.
"Bacon again?" Scourge muttered, sitting down at the table.
"If you would buy something other than bacon for once, we could have something else. Maybe eggs?"
"You're the girl, why don't you go shopping? Aren't you supposed to love it?"
I laughed. "You're so sexist," I said under my breath. "I get to do the cooking. You get to buy what you want me to cook, unless you want me to buy everything you hate?"
"Whatever. Is the bacon almost done?"
"Yeah, give it another minute." I turned the bacon, examining them all. I took the few that were done, and set them on the plate. "Here," I set the plateful of bacon in front of Scourge. I walked back over to the stove, and put the remaining pieces of bacon on a plate, and turned off the stove.
I began walking over to the table, when Scourge walked in front of me, taking my plate.
"Hey!" I shouted, after him. He just kept walking out of the room and up the stairs.
I sighed. Great. I walked back to the kitchen, and grabbed a piece of bread. What a fulfilling breakfast. I glanced over at the clock on the stove. Eight thirty-four. I had eleven minutes to get to school. I folded up the piece of bread, and shoved it in my mouth. Looking down at my feet, I realized I had no socks. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and opened the top right drawer of my dresser, and pulled out a pair of white ankle socks. I sat down on my bed, and put them on, then ran back downstairs to get my shoes. Leaning against the front door for balance, I put my converse on.
"Finally," I sighed, opening the door.
"Forgetting something?" Scourge said, as he slipped by me, throwing something at me.
I screamed, and put my hands over my face, protecting myself. Something fell at my feet, without hitting me. I looked down, to see my backpack. "Thank you," I said, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, yeah, just get in the car."
I nodded, and walked over to the passenger side of Scourge's perfectly clean and shiny black Porsche.
He revved the engine, before backing out, and speeding down the road to school.
We arrived at the school at exactly eight forty-four. One minute before the bell rang. "Thanks!" I shouted, as I left his car, running towards the school. I opened the front doors just as the bell rang. I hurried to my first class. Math.
Someone in the class once said the brain doesn't fully process things before ten A.M. For some reason, I'd like the believe that. I could just not be a morning person, but I like the thought of my brain not fully working until ten, or maybe I just hate math so much, I'd use any excuse for not getting an A.
I walked in the door of my math class not even a second before the bell rang. I sighed with relief.
The teacher looked up, just in time to see me walk in before the bell rang. "You're lucky Ms. Rose," he mumbled, putting his head back down, focusing on the papers he was writing on.
I took my seat at the back of the room, and took out my math book, ready for whatever the teacher was going to lecture us about.
After two minutes, and three late students, the teacher locked the door, not letting anyone else in. Who ever didn't make in would get a zero.
The teacher began today's lesson on cross multiplying. I zoned out, mindlessly writing down everything that got written on the board. My mind was focused on something a little more attention grabbing: Sonic.
Did he really forget my birthday, or was it just an act? Unless he forgot how much I hate surprises and parties, he wouldn't throw me a surprise party, would he? I was already having a small get together in just two days. Either way he forgot something. Was he really that forgetful?
No, forgetful is forgetting where you put your glasses. Forgetting your girlfriend's birthday is careless. He didn't care. Did he ever?
I looked up at the clock on the right side of the room, above the door. It was only a minute or two away from ten-ten... The end of class. Where did the time go? I gathered my books into a small pile, and slid them into my backpack. The bell rang, and I headed to my second class. Science.
The only good thing about Science class was that my best friend, Cream, was in the class with me. I almost ran into class, too eager to talk to Cream. I sat in my seat, in the dead centre of the room. Others slowly started coming in the room during the remaining minute. Eventually, the cream coloured rabbit I've been waiting for entered the room. I smiled as she sat down beside me.
"Did he... say it?" She asked, cautiously.
I shook my head no, knowing she was asking about Sonic wishing me a happy birthday. She didn't think he would, no one did.
"I'm sorry," she gave me a quick hug.
"It's fine. I've decided he doesn't care, I mean, that's the only excuse he could possibly have. So, I'm breaking up with him."
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Have you talked to him yet?"
"No, I haven't seen him yet. I somehow left the house a little late, but, come on, this is Sonic
we're talking about. He doesn't remember or care about anything. At all."
"I guess you're right. I thought he would have remembered. It was your very special day. He doesn't deserve you, Amy," she threw her arms around me one again.
"We all thought so," I whispered, trying my best not to sound sad.
The teacher walked in, and everyone stopped talking and sat down. Mr. Star was the strictest teacher I'd ever known. As much as I hate how strict he is, I have to admit how much I admire him. He does not put up with any bullshit.
I pulled out my science books, and tried to pay attention. I just couldn't get my mind off of Sonic.
The bell rang, signalizing that it was lunch. I looked over at Cream, worriedly. It was time to face Sonic.
Cream gave me a comforting look, "it'll be alright. I got your back!"
I smiled, wrapping my arm around her, giving her half of an awkward hug. "Alright, let's go." I stood up with my backpack slung over my left shoulder.
I walked down the hallway to my locker, where I usually met Sonic everyday at lunch. I put my backpack in my locker, and closed my door. Right on time, Sonic was casually leaning against the locker beside mine, smiling. "Hi," I said, unable to think of anything more intelligent.
"Sup?" he winked.
"Why didn't you call me yesterday?" I locked my locker, and turned to face him, ready for the argument that was going to give everyone something to talk about.
"Was I supposed to?"
I looked at Cream, trying to fight to almost unstoppable urge to slap Sonic across the face.
"Want me to go?" she whispered.
"Meet you in the cafeteria in a few?"
Cream nodded, turning to walk away.
I sighed, facing Sonic again. "You don't even know what yesterday was, do you?"
He shrugged, looking completely confused.
"It was my birthday. My stupid sixteenth birthday. Thanks for remembering!" I turned around, beginning to walk away from him. He really had no idea. He didn't care, and he completely forgot. There was no valid excuse for such a thing, so I didn't even want to waste my time to give him a chance to explain.
Of course, he caught up to me in no time. "Amy, I-I'm so sorry. I got caught up in wa-"
"I don't want to hear it, Sonic. Save it for someone who cares. I'm done. You forget too much. I've never, ever, met anyone as forgetful as you, except, you aren't forgetful. You just downright don't care. Never have, never will. That's not something I'm willing to put up with. Goodbye," I shrugged, walking off.
"You don't deserve that," a voice said.
I turned around to see a black and red hedgehog that looked almost identical to Sonic. Everything looked the same, except for the colour, of course. He was leaning against the wall, with one leg up on the wall, his arms crossed and his head was slightly turned down, but not enough to completely hide his face.
"What?" I completely forgot what he had said. He was so gorgeous. His red eyes were yelling at to run away, but I didn't listen. The gorgeousness of them weren't allowing me to go anywhere, even thought he wasn't looking at me.
"What happened with Sonic. You don't deserve that."
"Oh. Um, well, yeah, it's a tough life, but somebody's gotta do it, you know?"
"I never fall in love," he said simply with a small smile appearing on his lips.
"What's your name?"
He lifted his head, looking into my eyes. "Shadow."
Woah. What was that? I felt as though I had gotten shocked. Something inside of me just clicked when he looked at me. I didn't know what it was, but I felt attached to him. I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what to say.
"I gotta go," he started walking the opposite direction I had been walking in before.
That was weird. I shrugged whatever had just happened off, and continued making my way to the cafeteria to meet up with Cream. I had quite a lot to tell her.
After walking down the stairs, getting a few weird looks, I awkwardly made my way through the crowd to get to the cafeteria. Stupid people, why do they gather around in the foyer?
I immediately spotted Cream sitting at the table we always sit to. It was at the back of the room, the closest table to the doors.
"You will not believe what happened!" I almost shouted, sitting down at the table.
"What?" Cream said with parts of her sandwich flying out of her mouth.
"Well, I broke up with Sonic, obviously, but on my way here a hedgehog named Shadow stopped me, said I don't deserve what Sonic did. When he looked at me... I felt so... Wow," I sighed, in a complete daze. I didn't know how to describe what I felt, it was too amazing and unreal. How do you describe something like that?
"You mean that black and red hedgehog?"
"Yeah, him. Why?"
"He's... dangerous. People say he's the devil himself. No one is more evil than he is."
"Come on, Cream, you don't really think he's that mean, do you? Have you even met him?"
She shook her head, "no, but people-"
"Who cares what people say?" I interrupted her. "If you've never met him, you shouldn't judge him. You wouldn't like it if people said something like that about you, would you?"
Sighing, Cream gave up. "I guess, but just be careful around him just in case, alright?"
"Whatever floats your boat," I let out a small giggle.
The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Sonic remained off my mind as it was now too occupied thinking about Shadow.
"I just can't get him off my mind," I told Cream, shutting my locker.
"You guys must have really hit a spark. You haven't stopped smiling all day!"
"I know! It's sort of driving me crazy. I want to talk to him again," I opened the door which led outside.
"I'm sure you will soon. Who wouldn't want to strike up a conversation with you?"
About to object to that, the black and red hedgehog known as Shadow suddenly stepped in front of me. "Can I take you home?"
"It's not a very short walk."
"Then let's drive."
"You can drive?"
"Yeah, I'm awesome."
I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't know if he was trying to be funny, or if he was naturally conceited, but it was cute either way. "Alright," I agreed. "Cream, I'll call you tonight?"
She nodded, smiling. I knew I wasn't going to head the end of this for quite a long time.
"Let's go," I told Shadow, following him as he led me to his car. Or, truck.
He stopped walking as he approached a big black truck. It was huge. "This is yours?" I asked, completely surprised.
He nodded, smiling. "Like it?"
"Like it? It's amazing!" I've always had a thing for black trucks. Especially big ones, they're fun.
"Well that's good," he opened the passenger door for me.
I smiled, as I tried climbing into the truck. It would take at least two of me to be able to get in the truck without dragging myself up by pulling on the seats. I blushed as I heard Shadow silently chuckling at my horrible attempt to get in his truck.
As I finally managed to sit properly in his truck, Shadow closed the door and walked over to the driver's side.
"I hope you don't mind," Shadow said, starting the car. "I'm a wild driver."
