Hi! It's me again. So I guess you liked the prologue thing. Good. So here's the beginning of my little tale.
It was the first day of senior year for me and my best friend, Kristin. We walked in, talking about nothing in particular.
"Ugh. School." I said, looking around, grimacing at the all-too familiar lockers and cheerleaders.
"Well, at least there's only one more year left" Kristin a blonde, blue eyed girl who I've known since third grade when she moved to Wyckoff, NJ from Utah.
"Good point, but still…" I was a brown-black haired, mossy green eyed seventeen year-old who had lived here all my life.
"Yeah. Um, why are those guys looking at us?" She pointed across the hall as to of the biggest players in all of RHS history made their way over to us.
"I have no idea. But it looks like were about to find out." I said just as they came over.
"Hi" The taller of the two, Zach said to Kristin.
"Um, hi?" Kristin said, clearly out of her element.
"Hi?" I said, on my guard.
"Hey sexy" the curly haired one, I think his name was Travis, looked at me. I gave him the 'you better fuck off' look and said "Yeah, hi."
"We should go have some fun" He said. Being the sarcastic bitch I am I replied icily:
"Really?" He grinned then I wiped the fake smile off my face and said "Hell no."
He responded by pulling me close to him by the waist and whispering in my ear "You know you want to" Then preceding to kiss my ear in what he seemed to think was a seductive move. I, knowing how to get out of the toughest situations, got myself out of his arms and moved away a safe distance. "I said no."
"Are you sure about that?" He grinned. I smirked back, rolling my eyes.
"Positive."
"You'll come around" He smirked back.
"Have fun waiting for that." I smiled back. It's not that Travis wasn't hot,(he's drop-dead gorgeous) but I really did not want to date him. Yet. I was going to try the lets-get-to-know-each other-first tactic. I had no clue what Kristin and Zach, but it looked like it was going better than Travis and I's little conversation…
"Oh, before I forget, I'm Travis." He held out his hand, I took it out of complete curtsey.
"I'm Zoey." He grinned in response as the first bell rang.
"So, I'll see you around, uh, Zoey?" He looked completely lost.
"Yeah, okay." I smiled and walked away-okay, more like being dragged away by Kristin, but I didn't really care. Later, at lunch Kristin and I both took our normal seats after getting the same old lunches we ALWAYS get. I get a spicy chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, ketchup, and a side of pears, Kristin, on the other hand, always gets the cheese pizza. I swear on my non-existent bank account that she could live off of pizza.
"Okay, tell me the truth, do you like Travis?" Kristin asked in between bites of pizza.
"His hairs cool…" I smiled, thinking about this morning.
"Wow, Z, his hair." She rolled her eyes.
"How would I know? I've known the guy for all of five periods!" She just smirked.
"What about Zach? And don't lie I saw that 'He's so hot!' look on your face."
"He is hot!" I just rolled my eyes as she grinned. We both turned around as someone cleared their throat.
"Hello ladies." It was Travis, Zach close behind.
"Oh, um, hey Travis." I half smiled.
"Hey Zach" Kristin giggled, they when into there own little world. Travis sat next to me.
"I just wanted to apologize for piggish behavior." I was skeptical, but I didn't show it.
"Oh, uh, apology accepted." He smiled as I spoke those words that damned, bonded, and linked me Travis in everyway possible.
"Aww." Kristin cooed. I gave her my classic 'Shut it.' look. She grinned, turning back to talk to Zach.
"So, I heard Jessica Whidmore (a/n: lol, LOST reference!) is having a party this weekend. Are you going?" Smooth, Travis, very smooth. Is that how you planned on getting me? A party, the perfect set up. Were you planning on getting me drunk? I could ask you, but I really don't want to. No need to bring up the past.
"You mean the head cheerleader? Wow. It's actually open invite?"
"Yeah, her parents are out of town for the weekend." I snorted, causing him to look at me like 'what?'
"Some open invite, I didn't even know!"
"Oh, well, since no ones told you, wanna come with me?" He looked up, turning alight pink. I smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, but I'm warning you, I don't drink. Much." He grinned, and that's when I knew that I was in for something, good or bad, I had no idea which it would be.
"Good, 'cause neither do I." I had to smile at that. Wow, cute, smart, funny, and isn't an idiot! Thank you god of good luck in love! I thought to myself as we kept talking about how we were so ready to graduate and what kind of lives we wanted after high school. He wanted to go to med school while I was still undeceive.
"Okay, last time, you're a black belt, captain of the soccer team, musician, writer, and straight a student."
"Correct."
"Then why can't you decide!?"
"It's not that simple. I mean, how long did it take you to figure out that you wanted to be a doctor?"
"Oh, now I see your point."
"Exactly." We kept talking.
When Saturday rolled around, I was so nervous.
"UGH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR!?" I screamed into my closet. Kristin ran up, holding something that looked like an outfit.
"Chill Z, I'm here to save you." She smiled. I hugged her.
"Thank you so much." She simply smiled and pulled out one of what we called 'Kris's creations' today it was a black tank with studded belt and white skinny jeans with the dog tag that I never took off because of my diabetes.
"Oh. My god. Kristin you're a life saver." I hugged her again.
"I know. But would it honestly kill you to wear more color!?" Kristin was the captain of the cheer squad and very bubbly. I, on the other foot, was in the orchestra, and very low-key.
"Why, yes, it would kill me!" I said, smiling. We both clasped into giggles. After about ten minutes the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it…" I reluctantly ran downstairs and yanked open the door to Travis standing there awkwardly while my German Shepard, Killer, was barking and growling at him from the gate.
"Hey Travis."
"Hey Zo, you ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." We walked out, Kristin watching from our secret hideout at the top of the stairs, grinning.
"Killer! Shut it!" I yelled, and he instantly stopped barking. "Good boy." I smiled, Killer was my baby.
"Wow, you got him trained pretty well."
"Yeah, Killers my baby." He laughed at the irony of that sentence. I grinned. We got to the party about ten minutes later, and even thought we had left before them, Kristin and Zach were there before us.
"How?" I started to ask.
"Zach drives like he's the freaking roadrunner."
"Oh." Speaking of Zach, we both looked over at him, and Travis was talking to him about something…
So, the party went fine and Travis and I kissed… heh heh…okay, fine, made-out is more like it.