Ok guys, this is my first fic so be gentle! R&R please!
Disclaimers : I DO NOT own the O.C. or it's characters (though I DO own Belle and Ray)
Belle turned around. He was still looking at her.
'Mind on the test!' Belle thought.
She turned back to her paper.
"The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty."
That is a soliloquy from which of Shakespeare's tragedies?
a) Hamlet
b) Macbeth
Othello
King Lear
Belle flicked her pen over to the answer sheet to circle (b).
She picked up her paper and walked up to the front desk and hands her paper in.
"Times up." Mrs Gloucester drawled "Hand in your papers on your way out."
Belle walked out the door and headed to her locker. A whole weekend ahead of her, but no one to spend it with.
She had started at Orange County High School a month ago and since then, she has made no friends. You can't say she hasn't tried, but it just seems no one wants to get to know the new girl from bleak old Australia.
At first there were a few who did talk to her. Asked her about kangaroos and koala's and of course The Crocodile Hunter. But now, she was just yesterday's garbage since the new guy from Chino started.
Belle opened her locker and put her books away and was just about to close her locker when someone closed it for her.
She looked up. It was the guy who had been staring at her during her English test.
"Hi.. umm I just wanted to apologise for staring at you during English. It's just...'
"It's just what?" Belle asked.
"Well it's just, Summer stuck a post-it note on, but luckily for you, you wear a back pack."
With that, the guy put his hand around her back and removed the post-it note.
Belle was in shock. Who was this guy who was being so nice to her.
"Thanks." Belle stammered.
"I'm Seth by the way. Seth Cohen." Seth said.
"I'm Belle." Belle replied.
"Yeah I know you, you're the girl who came from Australia aren't you?"
"Yeah. I am. What of it?" Belle didn't like where this was going.
'Well, it's just. You are also in my History class. And I noticed that you were doing quite well. And so I was wondering if.."
"If I could help you study for Monday's test?" Belle finished his sentence for him.
"Well... yeah." Seth stammered "If you don't mind! I don't want to disrupt you social life for the weekend."
"What social life? I lived in Australia until I was 16 and then I moved here last month. You're the only person who has talked to me for more than 1 minute whilst I have been here." Belle stated.
"Really?" Seth was surprised. "Then it wouldn't hurt you too much if I were too invite you for dinner and a study session tonight?"
Now it was Belle's turn to be surprised. How did she know this wasn't a trick?
"Sure why not... the only problem being, I don't know where you live." Belle replied casually. If this guy was serious about getting her help, then he wouldn't mind giving her his address.
"I am one step ahead of you." Seth replied.
Seth put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Written on it was his name, address and telephone number.
"So I'll see you about 7?" Seth asked "Or is that a bit past you bed time. I don't want you t turn into a pumpkin on me or anything."
Belle had to smile, she had barely known this guy 5 minutes and already he was making fun of her in a playful way. Well, she wasn't going to let him have the last laugh!
"Oh 7 is fine. But I always thought feeding time at the zoo started at 5!"
Belle lingered long enough to see the look on Seth's face and then rushed off too her car. If she didn't get home soon, there would be no chance at her being able to leave the house.
'Belle,
Your father and I have gone away for the weekend with your sister and brother. There is money around somewhere and the keys are on their hooks if you go out at all. We will be back late Sunday.
Love Mum
P.S. Be careful'
Belle read the letter 3 times just to make sure she was getting this right.
NO PARENTS! NO BROTHER! NO SISTER! A HOUSE ALL TOO HERSELF!
This was too much for Belle to handle.
Belle walked upstairs and changed into her swimmers and grabbed her surfboard. Since she didn't have to do any bargaining to go out she had all this free time.
She piled her board and towel into the back of her Jeep.
"Ok, board and towel. Just need to get the keys, and my bag. Oh and my clothes."
Belle raced back upstairs and rummaged through her cupboard.
"What to wear, what to wear." Belle muttered to herself.
Belle grabbed the cleanest pants and shirt she could find and grabbed her bag of books.
She raced downstairs picked up the keys and put her phone in her pants pocket. She closed the door and raced to her car and chucked everything in.
The sooner she got to the beach, the longer she would get there.
Belle headed off towards the most secluded little beach she knew of around here.
Her dad had said he had found it when he went golfing with his work mates.
Belle parked her car and got her board out.
She looked down at the beach. Perfect as always. Also empty, as always.
She grabbed her board and headed out into the cool, clear water.
She paddled until she was in the perfect spot and then she turned out to the horizon and counted the set.
"6 waves per set,....... and the........ 5th wave is the biggest and the 6th is just a bit smaller."
The waves charged towards her like a bull charges towards the Matador.
Over the 1st, under the 2nd, over the 3rd and 4th and then she turned and paddled the wave was almost at her and she could hear it starting to break.
And then she was on it. The biggest wave of the day and no one was here to see it.
Belle turned to the right and the wave engulfed. She was in the tube. The like it was nothing she was out of it again and heading back out for another wave.
After about another 15 beautiful rides Belle headed back into shore.
She jumped off in the shallows and looked up the beach.
Belle stopped still. There was someone else on the beach.
She picked up her board and headed towards her car.
She put her board in and started getting changed into her clothes. She didn't bother taking her swimmers off, they were pretty much dry anyway.
Just as she was about to get in her car she heard someone walk up behind her.
Belle turned around slowly and came face to face with a tall, slim guy with messy light brown hair and the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
She stopped breathing.
"Sorry if you think I was intruding. I just didn't realise anyone else knew about this beach." The guy was an Australian, just like her.
"You're an Aussie. Like me. I'm Belle by the way." Belle replied "Belle Stockton."
"Umm, I'm Ray Harrington." Ray said "I didn't know there were any other Australians in this area."
"Well neither did I. I moved here last month with my family." Belle said
"Really? I only moved here yesterday. My dad got a "promotion" and so me and mum were shipped out here with him."
"Hey, umm, I am probably going to regret this but do you want to meet me here tomorrow say 10? I can give you a little tour of this shit hole you must now call home." Belle asked.
"Sure. Why not. There is nothing better to do." Ray replied.
"Ok," Belle said "See you tomorrow, don't be late."
Belle hopped into her car and drove off in the direction of Seth's house.
"The first time I have plans and I meet someone who might be my only friend in this place." Belle muttered.
Belle pulled into Seth's driveway. She looked at her watch.
"7 O'clock on the dot. Man I'm good." Belle said to herself.
Belle parked the car, grabbed her books and walked towards Seth's front door.
"Ok Belle you can do this. Just breathe."
Belle knocked on the door.
'Why am I doing this again?' Belle thought 'I mean, he is probably just going to make a fool of me anyway.'
A male voice broke her from her thoughts.
"You must be Belle. I am Sandy Cohen, Seth's father. Would you like to come in Seth will be down in a minute."
Ok that is Chapter One... Sorry that is so long / has a really bad ending, I just couldn't find a place to finish that I liked.
End Notes
The opening Shakespeare monologue is a soliloquy said by Lady Macbeth in the play Macbeth.
A Matador is a Spanish Bullfighter