Clare is required to volunteer at a rehab facility for community service. The last thing she expects is to meet a certain green eyed boy…and actually fall for him.
Authors Note- Just sayin' before I start writing, I don't really know where I'm going with this. But if I get enough reviews, I will have the motivation to continue. Besides, what's the point in writing a story with no readers! Anyways, the title has NOTHING to do with the movie that's coming out (btw, I really want to see it) I guess I just couldn't think of anything else and the title just fits.
On another note, I'm rating this story M because Eli is going to do some heavy drugs in this story. Here's the first chapter, enjoy!
Disclaimer- You already know.
I tapped my bright, red polished nails on the counter in the main lobby impatiently. I've been waiting here for five minutes, and I still haven't been assisted on where to go, or what to do. I looked around the room, giving me something to do while I waited. The room had a gloomy vibe to it. I looked down at the frayed carpet I was standing on. It was a brown, red color and it clashed perfectly with the foamy orange walls. The dark brown chairs were the finishing touch, making the room look revolting. I looked down at my watch for the third time, and let out a long sigh. I was about to walk out until I heard a frail voice come from behind me.
"Excuse me, can I help you with anything, miss?" I turned around, and saw a lady with long brown hair and a round face sitting down in the black leather chair behind the counter.
"Yes. My principal, Mr. Simpson-" Before I could finish, she clapped her hands together and a smile widened on her face.
"Yes! You must be Clare Edwards. He phoned me the other day to tell me you would be coming for some community service hours. It's so nice of you to do this, really. The teenagers will need someone their age to interact with." She looked at me through her thick rimmed glasses and I gave her a small smile.
"I'll be working with the teenagers?" I questioned, quirking my eyebrows up in surprise. I didn't think I would actually be interacting with them. I thought I would just be working in the kitchen, serving the food or sweeping the floors every once in a while. But never did I think that I would be talking and making conversation's with them.
She nodded her head, while typing furiously on her computer. "Its not that hard. Most of them have been clean for over a month, so they're used to being drug free. But on the other hand…" Her voice trailed off in thought, and she printed out a name tag, handing it to me. "There are some people who get irritated very easily. So, don't be surprised if you experience a few breakdowns while you're here."
She got up out of her seat, and gave me directions on where to go. Then she left me all by myself. I wasn't going to lie, I was a little worried on what was in store for me. I felt like a lost puppy in a wild jungle, trying to fend for myself. Helping people is something I always wanted to do, but this was a little extreme. I wanted to just turn around and walk out of the doors, but I needed the community service hours in order to graduate.
I walked myself to the elevator, taking each step with caution. Once I reached my floor, I stepped out and took in the new scene. It didn't look much different from the lobby, except this time the walls were white, and the chairs were a forest green. But, the carpet still had the same, ugly color to it. To my right, they're were a set of tables and a small T.V. I saw a brunette, with long locks covering her back, sitting at one of the tables. I walked over to her, and sat down at the chair across from her.
"Hey. I'm Clare" I spoke quietly. I didn't know how she would react to me. The words that the lady at the front desk said, stuck to me like glue. What if she freaked out? Or got irritated with me? I was surprised when a smile formed at the corner of her lips.
"Hey. I'm Fiona." She looked at me with her blue eyes, pleading that I still stick around here and talk to her. She had small circles around her eyes, and her hair was a mess. But, she was still beautiful. How could someone like her end up in here? My head and eyes were filled with curiosity. I was examining her for quite some time, and she finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "What are you in here for?"
Her question took me by surprise. She didn't really think I was in here for drugs, did she? Did I really look like someone who was addicted to drugs? As much as I wanted to be offended by the question, I couldn't be a prude. Not here. I gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm here volunteering. I needed some community service hours. My principal sent me here." I looked down at my fingers and started to play with them. A habit I had when I got nervous.
She nodded her head, giving me permission to continue. "I'll be interacting with the teenagers on this floor. I'll be here for three hours the next two weeks. Anything you need, just come to me." I finished explaining with a smile on my face.
She smacked her lips together "So, you're here to be my friend?" Her voice had a hint of desperation in it, and I couldn't help but get the vibe that she never had a friend that she could come and talk to.
"You know, I never thought of it like that. But sure, I can be your friend!"
Her smile was even bigger than before. She reached her hand out, and grabbed mine, giving it a light squeeze. I already had a good feeling about this.
"If you don't mind me asking…" I hung my thought out in the air, not actually wanting to finish what I was saying.
"Why am I here?" She finished my question, and I couldn't decipher the tone in her voice. "Well," She let out a long sigh, like she was ready to tell me a story "I had a boyfriend, who used to abuse me. After I broke up with him, my life became nothing but hell. I started drinking, a lot" She choked a little on her words, not sure if she wanted to continue or not. I gave her a reassuring smile and she returned it, then she continued. "Soon, I became addicted. I couldn't stop, I would drink all the time. My mom was worried so, she sent me here. In a way, I'm glad it happened. It really has helped me, and I've made a lot of good friends."
"That's really, really good Fiona." I let go of her hand and stood up. "Do you mind showing me around this place?"
She got up with me, and grabbed my hand, leading me into a separate room from the one we were just previously in. "This is the arts and crafts room. People come here usually to express themselves. You know, draw what you feel."
I looked inside and what I saw almost took my breath away. It was a dark haired boy, and he was drawing intently on the piece of paper in front of him. He looked worse than Fiona. The circles around his eyes were bigger, and darker. His lips were chapped and his dry, crackled hair was sticking up in every direction. Fiona must of saw me checking him out, because she nudged my arm a little.
"That's Eli. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, he's usually telling someone off."
He looked up in our direction, almost as if he heard what Fiona had said. His eyes flashed open at her, his green depths full of anger and pain. It made me terrified, but I didn't want to look away. He then looked over at me and his expression changed to hopeful, and we smiled at each other for a quick moment, then his face clouded back over.
She put an arm on my shoulder, but I was still looking at him. "Don't even bother with him, he's nothing but trouble."
Her voice had disgust in it. But it didn't make me want to pull away from him. If anything, it made me want to get to know him.
And that's exactly what I was going to do.
SOOooo000o what did you guys think? This was a filler chapter. And you wont really see much of Fiona, maybe every once in a while. I just didn't want Clare's first interaction to be with Eli. And I thought it was necessary to put Fiona in, because she has problems. Anyways, read and review my lovely's!