The Way Love Goes
Chapter 1: May
I wake to the annoyingly loud buzzing of my alarm clock, indicating the start of my first day of junior year.
I lay there for a moment to long, simply unable to actually force myself to get up. I notice that my home is almost to quiet. I quickly wave away the subtle eeriness that I feel.
It has been so long sense the last school session, that I had forgotten how quiet my home ordinarily is. By this time, my father has left to the headquarters of his rather successful gym branch,, and my mother has left to her office only a few blocks away, to start the new line of her world acclaimed fashion brand, Seasonal sensations.
Though, then again I live on the top floor of our three floor, eleven thousand square foot home…It may just be difficult to hear them on the bottom floor, in the kitchen.
Either way, I stand up drowsily, and stumbled towards the attached bathroom. I slowly shed myself of the thin, silk nightgown I had been wearing, and slip off my panties.
I step into the shower, turning the knob to the left so to ensure that I only feel the hot water once the droplets start to cascade.
I take a second just to revel in the warming feeling of the steaming water trickling down my naked form, and relaxing my tense muscles, before I am reminded of school starting up today…And then I start to feel a new wave of annoyance and anger.
Although, there really shouldn't be a reason for me to be angry that school is starting. It isn't as if I am some sort of social outcast. I have plenty of friends, and a handful of really close ones. I am the captain of both my track and gymnastics teams, take honor role classes and am arguably one of the most well known, and liked students of the entirety of my school…Which really isn't that many kids…But still.
However, even though it's nice having all that kind of stuff to put on my transcripts for college in the next year…Sometimes it feels like to much, including the fact that I will also be running for student body president in this upcoming school year. On some days, it just feels like I'm gonna snap, plane and simple…But before i can even consider cutting back on a couple things for school, I instantly diminish the thought from my mind. My parents would never allow it. They want me to present myself as the absolute perfect daughter in grades, congeniality, and all.
The water starts to become warm, so I quickly finish scrubbing my body, and put one more code of conditioner in my hair before stepping out.
I wrap a towel around my body and walk into my spacious walk-in closet. Due to my parents constant traveling, I have a wardrobe comprised of the finest attire from all over the globe, and by the most well acclaimed designers that work with my mom..
In a yet half asleep motion, I pick out a strapless, hot pink blouse, black lace cardigan, a black cotton skirt, and black ankle high boots.
I quickly dry my hair, and allow the light brown waves to fall down my shoulders.
While coding my lips with a layer of sparkling gloss, I check out my outfit in the large mirror, that takes up the left side of my closet.
My uniquely colored eyes gleam in satisfaction, though before I can perfect each detail of the outfit, I hear the buzzing of my phone, interrupting the current song I had been listening to.
I quickly glance over the message, sent by one of my closest friends, Dawn Berlitz.
The message reads, *Be there in 5, better be ready -M*
Rather than replying, I shoulder my school bag, and race down to the bottom level of my home. I grab a granola bar as a breakfast to go, and walk outside, sensitized to the fact that my parents weren't home. Both their respective jobs requires them to be out of the home so often, I'd be lucky to see them in the same room once a day, for an entire week.
Sure enough, there Dawn is, sitting inside her tiny, yellow convertible, , gesturing for me to hurry up...I follow her command.
We give each other a rushed hug in greeting before Dawn starts to drive. Her car isn't anything to look twice at, but she loves it non-the-less. She had bought it post years of saving up on her sixteenth birthday, where her mother had been able to contribute a couple hundred as well.
I stare outside of the window as the soft music plays in the car. I had forgotten just how many trees are in LittleRoote. It is so close to LaRouse, that it continues to bewilder me just how isolated the same community truly is.
Once the trees start to bore me, my gaze strays to the driver, arguably my closest friend, Dawn Berlitz.
She is stunning, the typical dream girl. With her long strands of navy blue, and eyes of cobalt,. Her exterior gives the impression of a girly, ditzy girl…Which for the most part, Dawn is. However, she is extremely smart academically, and just enjoys teasing boys into believing her to vein some insecure, cutie, who could be taken advantage of.
For example, today she wears a shimmering white tank top, ruffled bubble-gum pink skirt, and matching gladiator sandals…Absolutely adorable, but not exactly looking like the girl who was being recruited from some of the top colleges of the Region.
Dawn and I had always been close, like sisters. Though like most good things, we had started off despising one another.
For the entirety of our fourth and fifth grade years, we had been rivals for everything from test scores, to who could run laps the quickest in gym class. Until one day, in the beginning of sixth grade, we had worn the exact same top to school, and rather than hating each other even more, we just smiled and laughed a bit to loudly…And from then on, our friendship blossomed.
However, occasionally, a ghost of that old rivalry pops up…Whether it be for who gets the floor routine in gymnastics, or who has the best boyfriend.
"What you thinking of M-Maple?" Dawn asks me with the same bubbly grin adorning her features, that had all those years ago in sixth grade.
"Nothing," I shrug indifferently.
"Well guess what?" She inquires with a smirk, obviously about to spill out a fury of gossip.
And for the most part, that is what our ride consists of, just us talking about our summers, what we missed most from our vacations, our plans for this school year, and who was dating who now…Ordinary talk.
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Surprisingly, we made it to our school, Oak Academy, with ten minutes to spare, so we choose to get some coffee before classes start.
I order my ordinary French vanilla, and she orders her favorite chocolate mocha, we both purchasing a blueberry muffin on the side.
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As we walk towards our shared advisory room, I feel a pair of large hands clamp around my eyes. I know who they belong to even before they touch my skin.
"Get your hands off me Ketchum" I command, while attempting to hide my grin. "Or , I'll kick you as hard as yI can in your shin."
His grip loosens immediately.
"Nice seeing you to Maybella," he jokes. Both Madison and I give the boy a hug in greeting.
Ash is another one of my closest friends. We had known each other sense the second grade, when he befriended me on my first day, and ever sense we had made a pack to always be best friends…And to my satisfaction, that promise held true.
"So tell us Maple,, how was Kalos?" He inquires with a chestnut brow raised.
I falter for a moment, like I always do whenever his golden-hazel orbs are staring into my eyes. He just has that rare effect on people. When he is talking to you, it almost feels as if you were the only two in the entire world.
"Yeah M!" Dawn's chirppy voice exclaims. "Any hot Kalos-men to talk about?" she teases.
"No, none that come to mind." I stammer with a small laugh. I could practically feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
I lacked in that regard, where Madison excelled in. I had never, and more than likely, will never, be able to speak of my romantic endeavors without blushing furiously. Well romantic endeavors maybe pushing it…For that, I would need past romances that exceeded the hand holding stage.
In truth, I would have probably been able to get a boyfriend if I truly wanted to…But I don't see the need. Between my schooling, work, family, and friends…The last thing I need is another person expecting anything from me.
"Alright Dee-Dee, our little Maybella is getting flustered. We should stop." Ash laughs while lazily slouching an arm around my shoulders.
"You guys are such asses," I grumble while shaking his arm off of me, and walking ahead of them and towards our class.
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A/n: So Here is the new chapter to my story :) It isn't good, I know, but I really wanted to post it :D PLEASEEEEEEEEEE! Let me know what you think :) And If you are at all interested in my story, just let me know because I have the entire first part written and most of the second :D
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