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Wrecked
Chapter One
I'm not perfect and I'd be the first to admit it. I was never the most beautiful, the smartest, the coolest, the funniest, the most suave, or the most religious. Church was something I'd been passing up lately, due to a creepy old pervert, but I'd been missing it for the most part and it was something that was frowned upon with my family's background. I was never the girl enlisted in beauty pageants, so I couldn't be pretty since mother's put their pretty daughters into those. Grades weren't something I looked forward to, and half the tests I took ended with utter failure. I wasn't popular and I stuck to a small circle of friends, not trying to impress anybody that didn't deserve my recognition since they never bothered with me. My jokes tended to be less than amusing, even though they made me laugh and more on the bitter or ditzy side if anything but they still managed to gain a couple giggles. As for my center balance... it was completely off because I was about the clumsiest person to exist, ranking me as a total klutz.
As I stepped onto the plane, not looking back, I thought about all the memories I was walking away from. My friends were in my past now, along with my ex boyfriend Seiya that I still wasn't over, and all those people who had been so rude to me. My parents, they were back there too, with Sammy and his girlfriend. Luna was now with Mina and I still didn't decide whether to return home or not. As of now, my future was as blurry as could be and a giant haze blinding my look into what was to come. My teachers who taught me everything I needed for the real world were back there and I was just a failing memory in their old grade books. I would be walking away from my home town and taking my art and modeling to bigger places, since so many people had requested for me. I had nothing to look forward to back in that town anyway.
My luggage was loaded in the back of the plane with me and my destination was New York City. I noticed that I didn't cry and wasn't going to cry as I left all of that behind me. Maybe it was because of Seiya. He'd made me stronger, taught me not to get attached, and that all things have to end sometime. He taught me that the past is the past, not the present or future, and it never would be. He taught me not to get my hopes up, not to dream more than I could reach, not to think of myself in any good manners, and that love is only a word that's used to manipulate people and break their hearts. So, here I was, leaving. Finally, after eighteen and a half years of suffering in this place I was gone. I took my seat and thought back to my teenage memories as I glanced out of the window, my eyes dull and zoning.
"Serena! You're late again!" Mrs. H yelled at me as soon as I scrambled to the door. I looked at the clock, it had only been about three minutes this time, nothing serious. "Go to the hall, you know the rules!"
Indeed I did. I sighed and walked back out with my shoulders slumped. I couldn't handle another tardy on my school record and couldn't bare another detention. Okay, depending on the teachers they weren't that bad but with the wrong teacher, it can be a total bore. At least it did give me time to complete my homework, since I knew I wasn't bound to do it at home. My life was too busy to deal with such things. I had to hang out with friends and go to the arcade, playing the new games Andrew's work had installed. Nonetheless I took my routine spot outside the door. A boy with black hair walked down the halls, a senior compared to my freshman status. He gave me a gorgeous smile and spoke, his voice charming and smooth, "I may be new to this school, but are you supposed to be inside the school rather than sulking around outside?"
I felt my breath hitch in my throat and I was afraid to speak, afraid to sound so stupid and frail in front of this guy. Not many guys, besides Melvin, had taken the time to talk to me and everything. And everybody that did I knew them since first grade so it wasn't anything to be shy about. But this guy, he'd moved here last week and was probably already getting every girl to sigh and go heart-eyed over him. I wasn't about to go starry eyed though and managed to pull through and keep my composure. "I'm late again. I'm always late so Mrs. H just always tells me to wait out here. And I'm going to have detention now because this is the last tardy before another detention."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Maybe I can help you out?" he suggested slyly with a smile.
I raised an eyebrow, "How do you expect to do that?"
"Watch and learn, you freshman never think things through. You have a bunch of new kids this year; you could easily make up a reasonable excuse. I mean, they even had to add on to the new building to make more room. Here we go. Just close your mouth and don't say a word, stay behind me so she won't know that I'm lying." He advised.
"Great, lying in a Catholic school, what next? Do you have drugs too?" I asked sarcastically.
"Drugs... not my thing. I'm trying to help you out here though...." he reminded.
"Fine."
I did what the boy had instructed and he spoke up clearly. Mrs. H was just about ready to say something about his rudeness and interrupting her class when he spoke up first, quickly. "I know it was rude to just barge in like I did and I'm terribly sorry. However, I had asked this young lady to give me directions to a class and I got half way there and couldn't remember so I came back here, hoping I could knock and ask since she'd been so polite the first time when I saw her outside the door. She explained her situation and I decided to straighten things up because I didn't want her getting in trouble due to my behalf."
He was such a good liar that Mrs. H couldn't stay mad and took his story, the fisherman, the bait, and the fish. She smiled and seemed to be pleased with the fraud story. Once the boy asked me the fake directions again he was on his way out, thanking both me and the teacher for kindness and everything. Mrs. H proceeded with the class, lecturing them to be like me and willing to help out a hand, risking my own detention chances, and being kind enough to make a new student feel welcome with a friendly student body.
"Well who wouldn't help him? The guy was gorgeous!" my friend Molly said loudly, not being able to keep her tone down and not feeling the least bit ashamed. I didn't want her to ask me what his name was, because even I didn't know. But he'd been nice enough to do me a favor even though I was just a random girl that was standing in the hallway, looking sad and shoulders slumped with my back against the wall.
When class was finally over I made a quick dash to Crown Arcade, the place I always met up with my friends, except the ones from school, and had a milkshake. They were all at a table, with the mystery guy from earlier. I stopped in my footsteps for a minute, and then continued my walk over, trying to act cool. Had this guy seriously been into me and wanted to track me down and wait for me? Was I something special and that's why he'd been talking to me in the hallway and saving my ass? I approached the table and Mina stood up, grabbing the boy's hand with a huge grin and spoke, "Serena, this is my new boyfriend Darien Shields, he just moved here from New York, isn't that exciting?"
Darien Shields had been my previous and mysterious savior and now he turned out to be my best friend's boyfriend. I was fully jealous of her to have such a good looking boyfriend, with dark hair that just brushed into his eyes and those eyes... they had a midnight blue storm brewing in them, as deep as you could see with no emotions visible. His face structure was sculpted into a bad-boy cute shape, with dimples indenting his cheeks on either side when he smiled that movie-star commercial white smile. He was tall and obviously well built and didn't look like many guys I've ever seen. He was different, in looks and the way he carried himself. With respect and duty, responsibility and cockiness he stood. Egotistical was on the tip of my tongue and it was one of the words that I'd learn would best describe him and his attitude, later on. But for now he was a charming gentleman.
"Serena Williams, nice to meet you Darien." I said, shaking hands with him as he looked into my eyes. Neither of us spoke of our encounter in the morning. Nothing personal or wrong, it just didn't seem necessary to either of us so the topic was muted. I sat in silence as everybody else talked, and sipped my chocolate milkshake through a pink bending straw, taking a bite of a brownie with caramel drizzled on it that I'd ordered, and repeated. Nobody mentioned my quietness much and I seemed to be nonexistent in that moment, invisible and ghost-like.
It was a memory I remembered for no particular reasons. But it had been the first event in a sequence that had happened to me that year so it seemed like the most ideal place to begin. I could fill my vision cloud with tears as a few streamed down my cheeks, my face still placid and my eyes still dull. My friends, we had all been friends, and I would miss that more than anything. Darien ended up being a complete jerk, but I still had a few memories of him when he wasn't so bad, before he obnoxiously continue to torment me with teasing words and comments. He made life a living Hell and once I met Seiya, we never went around Darien because they just didn't favor each other.
Seiya, he was so gone. So far in my past he was, and he was never coming back. He had prettier girls to be with, smarter girls to keep company, cooler girls to chill with, funnier girls to make him laugh, more suave girls to look sexy, more religious girls to keep him straight with life. And there went the water works, a waterfall of painful goodbyes laced with the cascading tears. My shoulders shook lightly and I made small sobbing noises as I hid my face in my hands. A flight attendant spoke up and I managed a glance over at her as she talked, a concerned look on her face, "Miss, are you okay?"
"I'll be fine with time." I said, my voice strained.
She nodded and walked away and I went back to crying, until I felt a shadowy presence looming over me and the masculine voice spoke up clearly, "Are you okay? Is this seat taken?"
"I'm fine, and the seats open." I sniffled.
"What's wrong?" he urged.
"I'm not spilling my heart out to a random stranger." I said.
"Fine, I was just trying to help." He said calmly.
"I'm going to go lesbian." I sighed.
"That's a strong statement. And why's this?" he pushed.
"Because guys are stupid." I said, like a little kid.
"Only some." He reminded and I looked over.
I froze and he froze at the same time. My pink-red cried out eyes went wide and my mouth slightly dropped open. His expression was much the same. My voice was loud, making everybody look at me, "YOU!"
It's 2:43 so it's almost 3 in the morning. I love night time and it's usually when I write. Please review! To unlock the next chapter I'm requesting 3 reviews. So if you like it, please review it so I know whether to continue or not.
