A/N: So I hoped you all enjoyed the first chapter and had a Happy and safe New Year and thanks for the ONE person who reviewed! So as I promised here is chapter 2! (also much longer!) So please review and tell me what you think because I really don't want to keep writing a story if no one is going to read it! Thanks and enjoy!
Everything in Italics is what Kaylie is thinking, not saying. Just thought I'd make a note of that.
Krissy- Thanks for being my first ) yet only review ( Glad you like the story! Here's is the next chapter dedicated just to you! Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Identity
She stood in front of the brick building, three stories high. Intimidated. She looked around and saw the pencil thin girls and wondered if they would fall over if she poked them. She looked at the blonde heads and the short skirts with the high heels and then looked back down at herself. Ponytail, plain black t-shirt, jeans, and flip flops. Yeah, she came to the conclusion that she didn't exactly fit in yet. But she wasn't about to let these orange county kids step over her.
'This is going to be interesting!'
Bradin Westerly stood against his locker with the rest of his teammates from the Surf Team. His second year here in Playa Linda and he was one of most well-known guys in his school. Ever guy wanted to be him, and every girl wanted to be with him. He was no longer one of the alternates on the team; he was more like one of the best on the team. And as for his senior year, he was going to make it one to remember.
"Dude, you know the best thing about school starting?" Lucas asked his sidekick
"What man?" Bradin responded knowing already coming from Lucas it was going to be a stupid answer.
"The surf and the girls, girls, girls." Lucas said hitting Bradin's arm. "Dude who's that chick? She's hot!"
Bradin turned his head to where Lucas was pointing and saw a small petite girl, with her hair in a ponytail and a black t-shirt. He thought 'she's not from around here.' Apparently Lucas wasn't the only one who thought she was good looking. As she walked down the hall toward the main office the rest of the team made cat calls at all the girls that walked past. Most of them just giggled and walked away and others just rolled their eyes.
'He better not be talking to be…nope he's talking to me…what an ass'
"Bite me!" Kaylie said turning to one of the blonde headed boys.
"Is that a request?" He said slyly as he approached her, "because I really wouldn't mind."
"Let me guess, your and ass and you can't get a girlfriend?"
"What did you say to me?"
Kaylie looked at him and walked away she didn't have time to deal with these stupid orange county boys. And she wasn't going to.
"Call me when you want baby," he joked with the other surfers." I'll be waiting right here"
'First bell, first period, first class of the day, first hour of hell'
Kaylie looked down at her schedule and saw that her first period homeroom class was Sociology.
'Sociology, are you serious! Of all the classes I could ever have sociology…What is Sociology?'
She ran around the halls trying to find room A217. Where in the world was room A217 she had no clue. She made it to the third floor and saw a sign with saying A210-A220: left A221-A230: right. She looked back down at the small piece of paper in her hand and decided that she need to go left. Finally, what felt like years of trying to find her room, it was there right in front of her just in time before the second late bell rang.
The seats were in pairs of two and it seemed that everyone had already found a partner to sit with. She took a second to examine the room and realize that is wasn't anymore different than any other stereotypical high school classroom. The geeks occupying the first row, the wannabe popular kids and the jocks and the preps devouring the middle, and the punks and slackers in the back. She looked around for an open seat to sit down, anywhere but the back was fine for her.
'Great the front…well at least its not the back.'
"Excuse me is anyone sitting here?" She asked the brunette headed girl with thick framed glasses.
"No." she replied just barely loud enough for Kaylie to hear; almost having to second guess herself whether or not she should take a seat.
"Welcome to sociology seniors. I'm Mr. Johnson and unfortunately I am stuck with teaching you lazy ass seniors who already have a pretty bad case of "senioritis", the study of the origin, development, and structure of human societies and the behavior of individuals and groups in society." The entire class began to laugh. This guy seemed cool, laid-back, not like half the teachers who had a stick of the butts about teaching students.
'Well at least he's honest about not wanting to teach seniors. I don't blame him.'
"Well it seems to me that you are all quite comfortable in your seats and have already made your new best friends for the next semester. Like o-m-g can you believe it like the teacher is like actually like trying to like teach his like class like ugh!" He said as he walked up the two cheerleaders who had not stopped talking since the class started. The class again burst out laughing yet again, yeah this guy was definitely a character. "Alright everyone up out of your seats, hurry up, get your lazy butts up, come on."
The class scattered around the room and stood around waiting for further instructions from the teacher.
"Alright I am going to sit you with your Identity partner. I will explain what that means in a second, but when I call your names sit in the seats working from back to front. Hopefully that won't be that complicated for you all. Alright James McCain and Josh Taylor. Good…Megan Scott and Bradin Westerly."
The two walked to the seats in front of James and Josh, a huge smile spread across Megan's face, obviously she was happy with her partner.
"Actually," Mr. Johnson stared at his list again, "let's change that up. Umm Kaylie Anderson," she raised her hand up from the corner of the room, "you will be Mr. Westerly's partner."
Kaylie walked over to Megan's seat and could have sworn that she saw her jaw drop to the ground. She got up and moved but clearly wasn't happy. "Okay…" Mr. Johnson went on to finish the list as soon the whole class was partnered up.
"Alright you guys the person you are sitting next to might just become your new best friend. You will have a semester long project of finding out the identity of your partner."
'Great a project already it's the first freaking day of school'
"Who they are, where they fit in society, what kind of things make them who they are, etc. This project is going to go really deep and really personal. Each week I will give you a packet like this one," he said holding up about ten pages stapled together. "You will ask your partner there questions and write them down. Some are mandatory and some are optional. I will not be reading these questionnaire's because some of the questions are personal and I want you to feel comfortable knowing that only your partner is the only one that knows this information. At the end of the project you will be writing the identity conclusion which will show me what kind of person your partner is. This conclusion is worth half your grade so you need to do it. This packet," he said as he began to hand them out, "gives the rest of the information about the project and your first questionnaire, so read over it and decide with your partner when you want to meet to do the questions. I will be checking for completion of the packet, not content. So go ahead, get to know your partner if you already don't and come back with questions on Tuesday."
"So I guess we haven't formally me yet? I'm Bradin Westerly." He said holing his hand out to shake.
"Kaylie Anderson," she shaking his hand.
"So I guess you my new best friend?"
She giggled, "apparently I am."
"Listen, I'm sorry about Blake earlier in the morning."
Kaylie gave a questioning look to blonde headed boy, "Blake?"
"Yeah, the guy you told to 'bite me.'"
It took her a second to finally realize what he was talking about. "Oh…umm yeah. Why are you apologizing?"
"He's an ass to everyone you didn't deserve what he said."
'Wow if only all guys were like you'
"Thanks," she responded. She noticed that he was just staring at her and decided to break the silence. "So when do you want to work on this project thing?"
"Oh yeah," he said as he broke out of the trance. "How about today, if your not busy I mean."
"Today is good. What time?"
"I have surf practice after school until five, so how about 5:30 at Tikki Squeeze?"
"Sounds good, but where exactly is the Tikki Squeeze?" Just then the bell rang and the class began to rummage through their things.
"I forgot your new here. You know where the promenade is?" He asked as he began to get up.
"The wooden thingy on the beach?"
He laughed at her response. "Yeah that, just keep walking all the way down and you'll see it on your right. I'll see you at 5:30?" He said before walking out the door
"Yeah sure"
"Alright later," he said disappearing into the crowded halls of Playa Linda High.
Well there you all go! There is the awfully long chapter two as I promised! So I want to get a few reviews before I update again because I want to know what people think and if people are actually reading. So please, please, PLEASE review. Even if it's one word, good or bad just review!! Thanks again Krissy for reviewing!
