Well here's chapter two. You wanted it, you begged, you threatened me with violence XD jk but anyway read and review.
-Gwen's POV-
I groaned sleepily hearing the annoying beeping of my alarm clock. I opened my eyes seeing the bright red numbers reading only 8:30 am, ugh, my first class didn't even start for another hour and a half. I felt as tired as hell though, I suppose I'd temporarily forgotten the time difference between L.A. and Ontario. The entire trip here messed up my sleep schedule terribly.
I stretched and yawned shutting off the alarm. Rubbing the crust from my eyes I saw Bridgette across the room, in her own bed, unfazed from the alarm. Lucky girl, her first class didn't even start till about half after twelve.
I practically kicked myself out of bed towards the shower, I was instantly woken up by the cold water flooding over me, which soon turned warm. After about five minutes I got out, stream filling the small room and did my usual morning routine.
As I finished putting on a coat of blue lipstick I put on my favorite ripped skinny jeans, my black and blue button up shirt that tied up in the back and a black pair of vans. Grabbing my bag which held my money and books I made my way quietly out the door trying not to wake Bridgette.
I blushed ferosiously seeing a scrawny redheaded guy with glasses outside his room, butt-naked, begging his roommate to let him back in. Poor guy. A sad victim of a classic college prank.
Making my way past him I hurried towards the campus cafe' for some breakfast. I was starving. I got in line and grabbed a tray. Just to my luck right behind me in line were Heather Yang and Courtney Garcia, who as Bridgette let me know, were the two biggest bitches on campus, great.
"Oh good morning gothy." Heather, bitch number one said, her short onyx locks swaying as she turned to look at me.
" Have any great nightmares?" Courtney, bitch number two, teased as she smirked at me with her preppy, pinched face.
In response I simply flipped them off. I got a glare from both of them in response and I moved up in line. I grabbed an apple, eggs, a biscuit, and a cup of coffee. I paid for my meal and looked for a table. Most were surprisingly full. I saw a couple of smaller round tables that were empty and made my way over.
Coming closer I noticed one table was occupied, it was him. I nearly stopped dead in my tracks. Part of me wanted to sit with him but I quickly went towards another empty table only to be greeted by bitches 1 and 2.
They had trays of their own, stacked with mochachinos and food you'd see people on diet's eat, even though both were almost pin thin. They began walking past me, shooting me death glares then all at once, Heather "accidentally" knocked my tray out of my hands to the floor spilling my meal everywhere.
My stomach growled. I heard a few people gasp while a couple others snicked at the act.
"Oops, sorry, slipped." She apologized, sarcasam thick in her voice.
Refusing to look upset I frowned and stomped over to my table. When she didn't get a more satisfying reaction she turned away with Courtney, their noses in the air. When they were gone my look of anger turned into sadness and dissapointment at the loss of my meal. Looking back at the line, which had increased dramatically, there was no way I could get through line again and eat before class. I sighed hearing my stomach grumble once again.
Almost ready to get up and leave I saw a tray plop down in front of me. I looked up slightly and saw that the punk, Duncan, had moved from his original table. Not knowing what to say I stayed quiet. My eyes widened a bit when he pushed his tray towards me, half the contents gone. All that remained was half a cup of coffee, a banana, and a slice of slightly burned toast, coated with cinnamon.
I looked at him. Is he offering me food? He rolled his eyes and practically stuck the toast in my face.
"Eat, I could hear your stomach growling from across the room." I hesitantly took the bit of bread from his hand and scarfed it down. I swore I saw him smile, just slightly, but then it quickly faded into the hard badass look he always had on.
"Why are you doing this? Aren't you hungry? Besides to me it looks like you wouldn't give a rat's ass about anybody here, so why me?" My outburst seemed to have startled him a bit he appeared to zone out a bit before leaning in closer.
"First of all sweetheart I'm not that hungry plus I've been through worse in juvie than starving." So he was a juvie? Why was I not surprised? "Second, I hate those two bitches as much as everyone else, and I don't care about anyone here generally, but..." He began to trail off.
"But?" I asked curious to know his answer. He sighed and shook his head.
"Never mind just forget it." He huffed before backing out of his chair and grabbing a black and white checked bookbag.
"See ya around sweetheart." He turned.
"Name's Gwen." I said back. He glanced back at me from the corner of his eye and walked off to who-knows-where. I was finishing off the cup of coffee when a sassy looking black girl come up and sat with me. She was slightly large but she still was pretty.
"What's up?" She said with a loud and proud sounding voice. I shrugged.
"Well, I'm Leshawna by the way."
"Gwen." I muttered.
"So I've known that Duncan Carter guy since freshman year of highschool and he's never been good to anybody like he just was with you." Hearing Leshawna say this made me feel shocked. So that isn't his usual behavior? What makes me so different?
"Oh...really?"
"Mmmhmm, you know, I think he might like you." That last part stuck in my mind. I was thinking about this when Leshawna suddenly laughed at herself.
"What am I sayin'? Duncan has never cared about anybody 'round here before. He just hangs out with his buddies Geoff and DJ, two of the biggest pranksters on campus." My mind immediately went back to the poor red haired nerd from this morning, I couldn't help but wonder if any of them had anything to do with it.
"Plus the boy hardly flirts with any girls anymore. I guess he's one of them people who think they'll never fall in love." I simply nodded and said goodbye. I rushed towards my class with my bag in hand. Leshawna's words stuck in my mind.
Did Duncan really dislike me like he did with everyone else or was there more behind his acts towards me?
-Duncan's POV-
Sitting in a class lecture my stomach growled only slightly.
Damn, why did I give that Gwen girl what I had left to eat? What did that mean? I never cared about anyone's well being of such, heck I was the one who used to take nerds lunch money, yet now I give half my breakfast to some chick I hardly know?
What the hell was happening to me?
Tada! There you have it! I finally finished it, it's 2:00 in the morning, my ass is completely sore and I am gonna be so tired tomorrow, but I finished this chapter. OKay I swear to you guys I will update So Close and maybe The Notebook next before I continue more on this.
Again ~REVIEW PLEASE!~
