So I've officially decided that over the next week that I'm going to write until my fingers bleed. I'm going to write a couple of chapters to see how y'all like it. If you do I'm going to continue writing. If not, I guess ill go curl up in a corner and cry my eyes out. Jk jk I won't do that I'll just stop.
Chapter 1: Calm and Collected
I stood in the hallway, trying to avoid Monica and her herd.
"Hey, Gothica!" I heard Monica yell from behind me.
"What?" I said, turning on her heels to face Monica.
Monica smirked "Just wanted to let you know that you should watch your back after that little show you put on in class."
"Whatever, Monica. Everyone knows your all bark and no bite." I shot back. Which wasn't completely true. I've heard stories all over campus about how Monica was a badass because she had connections.
"Listen, Danvers," Monica said, shoving me up against the wall with her pack behind her. "You don't want to end up on my bad side." Her eyes narrowed.
I snorted. "Please, do you have a good side? 'Cause all I see is one ugly, spoiled brat. But, anyway I'm gonna go for a jog. You could join me. It's obvious that it would be good for you!" Claire laughed and turned away and put her earphones in. She scrolled to Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie and turned it up full blast. I looked down to make sure my shoes were tied and my black shorts were in place. Then, I took off. I always was a fast runner. I ran for almost an hour. Burning off steam from the Monica incident. I only stopped when Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit came on. I looked up , startled to see a girl not much older than me, and about the same amount of gothness, looking at me from one of the front porches. I'd pasted this house at least three times and hadn't noticed her. I took my earphones out.
"Hi! I'm Eve!" She said, waving. I gave her a strange look. She came over to me. I saw she had on a purple and black lace corset over a black shirt that she paired with a purple skirt and ripped fishnets and combat boots. At least she has good taste, I thought to myself.
"Um, Hi." I said. Did I know her?
"Are you here about the room?" She looked hopeful.
"What room? I live on campus."
"Campus? Wow you don't look old enough to be in college." She looked at me curiously.
"Graduated early." was my response.
"Oh. Well, do you at least want to see the room? I hear Monica is living on campus now."
" Um, I guess if you don't mind the fact that I'm wearing sweaty running clothes." I cracked a smile.
She smiled widely back. "Awesome, Come on." She grabbed my hand and pulled me forward.
The inside of the house was magnificent. It looked ancient even. I looked around and saw a guy sprawled out on the couch. Guyish. Eve picked up a set of keys laying on a table near-by and chucked them a the guy.
"What the hell, Eve!" he screamed at her. Then his eyes fell on me and did a once over. "Who's this?" His eyes looked back over to her, who was standing with her hands on her hips, staring at him.
"Our guest." she said impatiently. "She's going to look at the room we have. Right?" She said turning to me.
"Ah, sure. Why not?" I said shrugging.
"Eve, I meant what's her name. Retard." He said. I stepped forward before Eve could say any thing.
"My names Claire Danvers." I plastered on my man-eating smile.
"Shane. Shane Collins." He looked at me awe-struck for a minute then shook it off. "So, what made you want to look at a new place?" He seemed to honestly want to know.
"I wasn't. I live on campus. I was just out running."
"Campus? You barely look old enough to drive. I just thought you where a runaway or something like it."
"No!" I snapped. "I graduated early."
"You don't strike me the type to like school." He said, eyeing me skeptically.
"I don't. I figured why not pay attention in class and graduate early so I could go to college and be out of that hell hole." I replied whole heartedly.
"Your parents let you come here?" Eve asked. I'd almost forgotten she was here.
"I lived with my aunt and uncle. My parents died in a fire when I was 7." I looked down at my feet.
"I'm sorry." I looked a Eve and smiled.
"It's ok. Anyway, My aunt treated my like a helpless lost puppy until I turned thirteen and started dressing like this and got my lip and nosed pierced. Then she started treating me like a fugitive." I shrugged.
"Well, that sucks." Eve said, then, looked down at her watch. "Oh! Claire I'm sorry but I've got to go to work."
"That's ok. I should probably get going to. What with all that damn homework."
" Don't you want to see the room? I could show you around." Shane offered from the couch. I looked at him and saw him staring at me intently with deep brown eyes.
"Um, sure." Claire said as Eve ran over to where she threw the keys at Shane.
" 'mkay well Shane play nice." Shane rolled his eyes. " And, Claire I really hope you decide to move in, well, I mean after you meet Micheal that is. And he approves. See, this is his house. He's the same age as us . Eighteen. The house has been in his family for a while. Anywho, I gotta jet see ya later!"
And then there where two.
"So, um, right the room, up here." He smiled and ran his hand through his shaggy cut brown hair. Then, he started up the stares. "Ok, so this is Micheal's room here," he paused pointing. "This is Eve's room," he said again pointing to another closed door on the opposite side of the hallway. " This is the bathroom. And, this is my room." he said pointing to the last door on the left side. "And this is the room for rent." He said as he pushed the door open. It was amazing. The four-post bed sat in the middle of the room over a burgundy rug that covered most of the hard wood floor. Al the furniture was crème colored. The walls were painted an off white. The comforter was a deep burgundy that matched the rug on the floor.
"Wow," I breathed. Even with my love of black, I still had to appreciate the contrast the colors set off in the room.
"Yea. I know. This was Micheals' parent's room. They left because one of his parent's got cancer."
"Oh, and they're not coming back?" I asked, turning to face him.
"No."
"Oh, so, where is Micheal?"
"He sleeps all day and is usually up at night. So, if you want to meet him you'll have to wait until late." He said looking apologetic. I nodded in understanding.
"I haven't seen you guys around campus." I said as I walked around the room.
"We don't go to college."
"Oh." I said nodding.
"So, do you like it?" He asked. I turned to him and smiled.
"I think I just fell in love." He looked confused for a second so I cleared it up "With the room." I laughed and so did he. We walked back down stairs. "So, what time can I come over tonight?" I asked.
"Huh?" Again he seemed confused
" What time can I come over tonight to meet Micheal?"
"Oh, why don't you just stay?"
"Um, I'm wearing sweaty clothes that I went running in and I have a ton of homework." I answered, irritated.
"oh, so bring clothes and your homework back here." He smiled at me. "Besides, Eve won't be home until one when the coffee shop closes and Micheal won't wake up 'till really late and I'll be lonely. So, we can get to know each other better." I thought about this for a moment. I decided it wouldn't hurt if I did stay. And, it would get me away from Monica for a little while.
"I guess." I thought about this for a minute. "But, I have to walk all the way back to campus to get it."
"No problem. I'll go with you."
"Ok, but I'm warning you I live down the hall from Monica Morrel, the queen bitch her self."
"I'm not worried about Monica." I think I heard a hint of sadness in his voice. Can't have any of that.
"I'm not either but I'm sure she's got a plan up her sleeve to kill me off or something because I made her look stupid in class."
Shane snorted "Ha! It's not hard to do that."
"I know." I sighed and offered him one of my earphone. He took it and nearly jumped out of his pants because it was so loud. "Sorry, I listen to it loud when I run." I said as he stuck his finger in his ear and shook his hand. He looked at me funny when I handed him the earphone again. "I turned it down this time." I smiled as he took it and stuck it in his ear. "Better?" I asked. He nodded and smiled back.
"So, what do you need?" He asked me when we got to my dorm room.
"Um, my pajamas and underwear and a bra and all my books." I said as he sat down on my bed. His eyes widened as I said underwear and bra. Typical guy. I opened my drawer and found my Corpses Bride pajamas. Shane raised an eyebrow at me. Then, I handed them to him. And, then, I handed him my black lacy underwear and bra set. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. "What? Afraid to carry my underwear?" I asked him and he shook his head quickly. I laughed.
"We-were are your books?" He stuttered.
"Um,…." I looked around my side of the room. I saw them sitting just under the corner of my bed. I bent down to pick them up without thinking about how short my shorts were. I could feel Shane staring at my ass. "Shane I would advise you to quit looking there because I can, and will, remove your favorite part of your body." I said as I straightened up and turned. I smiled at him sweetly but let the warning sink in.
"I'm sorry." He told me. I doubted he was really sorry. I knew I was attractive to a lot of guys. I had long black hair that fell to the middle of my back. My eyes were large and green. I had long lashes, which only put an emphasis on my already large eyes. My frame was small but I could still pack a punch and look good doing it. I had full curves. Something I inherited from my mother. And my face had a soft edge to it which made guys fall all over me and sometimes it got annoying.
"No worries. Just don't let it happen again." I said winking. He smiled in response.
BACK AT THE GLASS HOUSE
When Shane and I got back to the house he pointed to were the bathroom was and handed me a towel.
I let the warm water run over my body and work out all the kinks in my back. I washed my hair, massaging it through my hair. I washed my face and got out. I dressed in my pajamas and brushed my hair out. When Shane heard me coming down the steps he turned to me and a shocked expression came across his face.
"What?" I asked, Had I forgotten to put on pants?
"Oh, nothing. Sorry." He said, shaking his head as if to clear it. "You look different without makeup on, that's all." His smile reassured me. I looked around the room and saw a piano sitting in the corner.
"Do you play?" I asked him, nodding toward the piano.
"Me? No." He laughed. "I don't know anyone who can. That was Micheal's parents before they left. Why? Do you play?" He smirked at me. I shrugged.
"Kind of." I looked down, blushing.
"Oh." He cupped my chin with his hand and pulled my face up. His eyes were boring into me. "Will you play something for me?" He asked softly. I nodded. I took his hand and walked over to the piano. I let go of his hand and motioned for him to sit down. I pulled my hair back into a loose bun and sat next to him.
I took a deep breath and placed my hands on the keys. I felt Shane staring at me. Here goes nothing, I thought. I lightly stroked the first notes. I began to sing along with notes I played.
"He and I, Had something beautiful.
But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last
Loved him so but I let him go
'Cause I know he'd never love me back
Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss
Still a little bit delirious, yeah
Near to you, I am healin'
But, Its takin' so long
'Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard move on
Yeah, It's better near to you
Well, you and I, It's something different
And I'm enjoying as cautiously
I'm battle scared, I'm workin' oh so hard
To get back to where I used to be
He's dissaperin'
Fadin' steadily
When I'm so close to being yours
Won't you stay with me, please?
'Cause near to you, I am healin'
But, Its takin' so long
'Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard move on
Yeah, It's better near to you
I only know that I am better where you are
I only know that I am better where you are
I only know that I belong where you are
Near to you, I am healin'
But, Its takin' so long
'Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard move on
Yeah, It's better near to you
Yeah, It's better near to you
I stroked the final key and exhaled. I turned to face Shane. He was staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. I turned back towards the keys, embarrassed . I fiddled with my thumb.
"Wow," He whispered. I let my hair loose and let I fall over my face. He reached over and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Your amazing." I blushed.
"Thank you." I said and I looked up into his eyes. I knew he was telling the truth. He leaned in. He was probably going to kiss me. He was almost to my lips when I pulled back and cleared my throat. "I should get to work on my homework." I jumped up to get my books. I sat down on the couch and he sat on the opposite end, playing a game. I didn't feel like hearing the guns so I put my earphones in and turned on a Flyleaf song. I turned so loud that my thoughts couldn't wander outside of the music and homework.
Hey guys! So, what did you think? I'd love to get reviews! It would mean the world to me! I want to know what you thought before I start on the next chapter.
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Superbabyb99 J