Chapter 1; WTH?
She appeared out of nowhere, I swear, she wasn't there before. She was standing along the wall further down the hallway. She had dark, brown, wavy hair that came down to her collar bone, pale fair skin, and was thin (but not like the thin that most other girls were, the ones who puked and starved to get thin) with no butt or boobs. She looked like every other girl in this school. Except her eyes - the ones drilling into mine - were a strange golden orange color with blue flecks in them. Come here they said.
Suddenly, I was pulled back - hard - by my arm.
"Hello! Conner! I was talking to you!" Jamie snapped as I turned to face her.
"Ow! Don't do that! You almost dislocated my shoulder." I said pretending to rub it, like it hurt (it didn't, it was more of a surprise) "I need this you know?" I joked.
She glared at me, not amused, "Well next time don't walk away when I'm talking to you! Ever again." She snapped her fingers in my face.
I looked down at my girlfriend. Everything about her was fake: her hair, her hair color, her nails, her nose, her smile, even her eye color (she had colored contacts that made her eyes look really, really blue). We had been dating for about two weeks and I was already fed up with her attitude.
"I'll see what I can do." I said and kissed her lips quickly before she could respond. I threw a goodbye at her as I speed-walked away. I could feel her glare on my back as I retreated. I didn't turn around.
My next class was ceramics and all the way across camps. I walked quickly, nodding at people I knew, the whole time keeping an eye out for that girl.
I walked into my seventh hour German class, and sat down in the very back. My teacher, Ms. Mann, was a small older lady with light brown hair that was frizzy. She had a slight British accent. (I know, I know a person from England was teaching us German. Something went wrong in the universe here). Ms. Mann was just going over vocabulary for tomorrows test, when she came in. She was wearing shorts and a purple Jack Skeleton t-shirt. She handed Ms. Mann a slip of paper.
Ms. Mann looked at the paper for a moment before saying, "Conner. You need to report to the Principles office."
The class chorused an 'oh your in trouble!' as I walked out the door with her.
As soon as we were out of sight she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the parking lot.
"Hey! Where are we going?" I asked, "The front office in in the opposite direction."
"I know." She didn't let go of my arm. She pulled me off campus and into the nearby neighborhood.
"Hey let go!" I said in panicky voice, "If we're caught, then we'll get into a lot of trouble! And I can not afford to get into any more trouble."
"Don't worry," she said still not letting go, "No one can see us."
"Wait, what the hell?" I said coming to a halt. Because of my sudden stop, she was forced around to look at me
"I said," saying each word carefully and slowly, "no one can see us."
"Yeah I get that part. What I want to know is how?" I looked into her golden orange eyes, getting lost in them.
She glanced around quickly before saying: "Not here; it's not safe for us. I'll tell you everything back at headquarters." She started to walk again, but I remained unmoved.
"Come on, Conner." she said tugging on my arm.
I shook my head and pulled my wrist from her grasp. "You're crazy." I said as I turned and walked back onto campus. She didn't try to stop me.
I kept my eyes open for security as I walked back into class. I slid down into my seat, with only fifteen minutes left of class. I ignored all of the stares coming from my class mates.
Ms. Mann let us pack up early, that's when my best friend, David, asked, "Why were you called up to the office man?" David had short brown hair and was quarterback (Go Tigers!). It was weird, David and I were complete opposites when it came to looks, he was big and bulky and played football, while I was leaner and was goalie for our soccer team, but we were best friends. People just didn't understand our relationship. Couldn't people who play in different sports hang out together? (Apparently not).
I shrugged and lied, "They wanted to see if I would switch around my classes so that a new girl from France could be in 2nd hour math, so that she could take this other class and blah blah blah blah blah."
"And did you?" he asked standing up to stretch.
"Didn't need to. Someone else came in and volunteered before I could answer." I shrugged again. Damn I could be a good lier I thought.
"Then why did it take so long?"
I raised an eyebrow. He nodded, understanding. Anything to prolong learning. My thoughts drifted back to the girl and the way she acted.
"So.. Is she cute?" he asked a moment later. For a wild second I thought David was talking about the girl with orange eyes.
"Huh?"
"The French girl. Is she cute?" He asked again, messing with his IPod.
"Oh, no, not really." I said. He immediately lost interest. My phone vibrated. I looked down at it. I had three new messages from Jamie.
Hey babe, wats up? the first one said. I deleted it and went to the next one.
Hellooooo? the second one said. It was sent seven minutes after the last one. I deleted that one too.
Hello?! don't u dare ignore me! I no u can txt in ur German class! I sighed and sent a quick reply.
Srry, was in the front office.
Oh! Srry hon! Wat 4? her reply was instant. It took her less than three seconds.
I'll tell u after school I sent back.
Kaykay I looked down at my phone.
"What's wrong dude?" David asked.
"I'm gonna break up with Jamie after school." I decided.
"About time!" he laughed, "That girl is a clingy bitch." He snorted. Every girl who overheard in the class looked at me with wide hopeful eyes.
David looked at the girls then to me, "That's what you get for being one of the hottest guys in school."
"Your one to talk." I shot back. He smiled and turned to one of the girls and winked. The girl flushed all the way up to her hairline.
"Yes, but unlike you, I like the attention." He said as the bell rang. I rolled my eyes as we made our way over to the junior parking lot.
I stood outside the drivers side of my car. The parking lot was almost empty as I waited for Jamie. David was seated in the passenger seat listening to the radio.
Jamie finally strutted over from the school, grabbed my upper arm and planted a small kiss on my cheek.
"Jamie -" I started but she interrupted me.
"Mr. Peters is a fucking dumb arse! He made me stay late so that he could lecture me on why I didn't turn in the homework! I mean half the class didn't do the work! I swear he hates or he likes looking at my boobs." she said with huff crossing her arms over her chest.
"Jamie," I started again, "I need to talk to you - "
"Oh yeah!" she said smacking her head, "Why were called up to the office?" faking a smile like she really cared.
"Jamie. We're over." I said quickly before she could interrupt.
"Huh?" her voice squeaked, her eyes turned hard, and her fake smile slipped off her face.
"We. Are. Over." I said each word separately and slowly.
She stood there for a long moment a real shocked expression on her face before she slapped me across the face. I'm pretty sure she left a big red mark. "I'm sorry. But you're not the right one for me." I said to her, I sighed and kissed her forehead before I climbed into my car. Jamie stood there crying as I drove away.
"Good thing she has her car." I said as the school disappeared behind us.
"Why?"
"'Cuz then I might have actually felt bad for leaving her there."
David laughed.
"Oh no! No no no no no!" I half yelled. David and I were sitting on my couch playing the best racing game ever. Burnout Revenge Revenge.
"OH!" We both yelled and we leaned back as David's car beat mine across the finnish line by a mere three seconds.
"Dinner time!" I heard my mom call from down stairs. I got up and paused the game. I started down the hall with David close behind.
David and I sat down at the dinner table and piled the food upon our plates. Jill came in a few minutes later, hands on her hips. Jill was only in the eight grade but she already looked like a high schooler, with long in-style hair and the latest clothes right out of fashion magazines.
"Don't you have your own home?" she asked David.
"This is my home now. Your parents adopted me." He said shoving hamburger helper in is mouth. My dad snorted and my mom laughed a quick laugh.
"Humph." my sister said delicately before helping herself to a huge load of food onto her plate.
"I didn't know girls ate so much." I said to my sister, teasing her.
"Now, now kids no fighting at the table." my mom said sitting down next to dad. We ate and laughed until David stood up and thanked my parents for the meal. I walked David outside and waved goodbye as he drove away in his red BMW. (He drove over to my house and we would car-pool the ten minutes over to school). I stood outside and watched as his car drove away. I glanced up the street and saw a man underneath the only street lamp on the street. What the hell?
He just stood there looking at me. It was late April and temperature outside tonight was still 90 degrease, but that didn't stop him from wearing dark heavy clothes. Poor man, he must be really hot. I smiled as I returned to my cool house. I took a quick shower then climbed into bed.
The last thing I thought about before sleep captured me in its claws, was the girl, the girl with golden orange eyes.