I Got U

Chapter 1


I let you see me, let you believe it was your move

So smooth, my rules


"So, what do I have to do again?" Nina asked as Joy curled her hair.

"I told you this," Joy sighed. "All you have to do is get him to fall in love with you, date him for a while, have sex with him, and then break his little heart."

"So, no matter how I do it, that's what you want me to do?" Nina asked. She felt stupid, and unsure. She always needed specific directions.

"Yeah," Joy said. "You can do it however you like, just make sure his lesson gets learned, m'kay?"

Nina nodded, and got up from her bed after Joy finished curling her hair, making it curlier than it already was.

Since her hair was done, Nina was ready to start the day.

"This will probably be one of the last times before the plan finishes that we communicate. And only text or call me when you have successfully completed a part of the plan. Remember, I don't care how long it takes you, a month, a year, or your whole life. Just make sure that this plan is finished before you think of anything else. Okay?"

Nina nodded and went into her en suite to grab her bag before leaving for school.

When Nina came back, she asked, "Ready to g-," but got cut off when she heard the front door slam, signaling Joy was going to school by herself.

Disappointed, Nina made her way down the stairs, kissed her Gran goodbye, and drove off to school, in a gloomy mood, but kind of excited for the day.


Fabian sat on one of the tables outside in the courtyard.

He felt anxious for something, but he couldn't quite place it.

But he felt lonely, like everyone was on a different level of reality as him.

Surrounded by tons of his friends, and heck, even some he didn't know, he didn't know how that was possible.

Maybe Fabian was just worried about what Joy would try to do to him. She had said that she'd get him back somehow.

But Fabian was a virgin, although his image might tell a different story.

He wanted to wait until he found the right person, someone he was 10001 % sure that he loved, and would spend the rest of his life with.

Joy was a horrible, nasty person, always making plans.

And right when you think you've outsmarted her, she outwits you. She's always got a plan B. And a plan C. And D, and so on.

It was impossible to win with her, and Fabian was her next victim.

He had been on edge for the last two days, ever since her mustered up enough courage to break up with her.

Fabian hadn't meant for the whole first period class to overhear their conversation. He really didn't.

But Joy was beginning to yell, and he couldn't tell her what he was trying to say, and make her listen without raising his voice.

Two hours later, after a deep thought, he realized he dug the hole of his 'player' reputation even deeper.

They think he only wants girls for sex.

No. They're all wrong. No one really knows who he really is.

Except Joy. She knew. She knows.

But when Fabian had restrained against Joy's orders, she used his horrible reputation against him.

It was a cruel thing to do. It was a very Joy thing to do.

A smack on the shoulder by his friend, Mick, pulled him from his reverie.

"Fabian, we were chick rating, and you weren't even paying attention!" Mick groaned.

"Sorry. Who were we looking at?" Fabian asked. He was annoyed by these immature and foolish games that his friends played with innocent girls.

It was sickening.

"That one," Mick pointed to a girl sitting by a tree that wasn't too far from the table they were sitting at.

Fabian had to admit, she was very pretty.

The way she bit her lip, because she was so concentrated on the book she was reading. Her corkscrew curls were to about a little above her elbows. Her eyes were an entrancing shade of light green. Fabian would bet that if those beautiful eyes looked into his, he'd be hers, hook, line, and sinker. The thought of loving someone so quick scared him a bit, though.

Fabian wondered why he hadn't noticed her before, but he had always been so caught up in boys, and he also usually sat in the cafeteria, but today, no one wanted to sit there, because a sick kid threw up in there, and it's disgusting to eat around the smell of vomit.

He recognized the girl from somewhere, though.

Of course, Fabian thought. She's in my ancient history class. The girl typically kept quiet and to herself, though, hence he didn't notice her until today.

"I'd say a four," Mick scrunched his nose up. "Too nerdy for me."

"A solid seven," Eddie shrugged, while slapping his girlfriend, Patricia, on the butt.

Fabian turned away, disgusted at his friends' immaturity.

The bell signaling first period had rang, and everyone frantically began running to class.

But, Fabian had other things on his mind.

He wandered towards the tree, where the girl's bag had spilled everywhere.

Fabian bent down, and began picking her things up, even coming across a couple 'girly things' that he'd be too much of a gentleman to mention to her.

He put her things in their respective places in her bag.

The girl looked up at him for the first time, and he was absolutely sure that he was hers.

He wasn't sure how long their eyes had stayed connected, but soon, the whole courtyard was empty. It was just them.

The girl blushed, her cheeks growing warm.

"Thanks," she stuttered, giving him a nervous smile.

"No problem," he said, and gladly returned her smile. "What's your name?"

Fabian decided to take a chance, and jump.

"Nina," the girl said. "You?"

"Fabian," he stuttered, just as she had a minute ago.

"Cool," she said. "Ah… You're in my ancient history class, right?"

"Yeah," Fabian said. She'd noticed him before?

"Well, thanks for helping me, again," Nina said. "Goodbye, Fabian."

"Bye," Fabian said, standing there helplessly, as he felt himself fall. Hard. "See you in last period."

Fabian was falling for Nina. And he wouldn't deny it.

Call him a rusher, but Fabian didn't want to lose a girl so perfect.

He watched as she walked away, her red skinny jeans fading away in the distance, getting smaller and smaller as she walked to class.

Fabian figured he might as well get to class now, because he didn't want to be tardy, and he didn't feel like walking all the way to the office to get an admission slip for his teacher to let him in the classroom.


Nina felt bad about what she was about to do to Fabian.

He really did seem like a nice guy, and Nina didn't know why Joy had described him to be such a monster. But Fabian was the exact opposite.

But she smiled, and figured Joy would be happy to figure out that step one was complete.

Nina took out her white iPhone, unlocking it, and clicking on the Messages app.

Step one is complete, Nina typed quickly as she pressed send and locked her phone.

Joy Mercer

iMessage (2)

Nina unlocked her phone to see what Joy had written her back.

Ok. Wat did he say?

Nd u do rember wat to do aftr rite?

Yeah, I remember.

And he didn't really say anything. He noticed me, though. He helped me put my things back into my bag, and then he said that he would see me in last period, so that's progress right?

Yea, thats good enuf. Txt me agin to tell me wat happens in 4th hour.

Okay.

Nina locked her phone again, and began to pay attention to the lecture that the teacher was giving. She hoped she didn't miss anything good.


Fourth period finally arrived, and Fabian's heart was pounding. He should have practiced what he'd say to Nina in his head.

When he walked into Mr. Winkler's room, his palms began to sweat, and he wanted to pass out.

Fabian spotted an empty seat at Nina's table, and he jumped at the chance. It was all the better that one table on could fit only two people, so they'd be alone.

Stay calm, Fabian, he told himself. You can't blow this.

"Hey, you," Fabian said smoothly, sliding into the chair next to Nina.

She looked up from her book, a small smile forming on her phone.

That's a good sign.

"Hi," she chimed.

They looked into each other's eyes, for quite a while, and didn't break contact until Mr. Winkler walked into the room.

"Hello," Mr. Winkler said to his class. "Today we'll be starting a new unit—ancient Egypt. We'll be covering their mythology, their culture, important people back then, etc. Please, open you books to page 322."

The class did as he said, while Mr. Winkler took his coat off, hanging it on his desk chair.

Most of the class liked Mr. Winkler. He had an odd way of teaching, and he was very straight-forward about things. He didn't beat around the bush, or drone on. Mr. Winkler liked to use hand gestures, objects, and even sometimes the pupils, themselves, to help teach the class.

Fabian noticed Nina's grin. He had one, himself.

"You like learning about Ancient Egypt?" Fabian asked Nina.

She nodded. "I love it. It's my secret addiction."

Fabian laughed. "Me, too."

This girl was more than perfect, if that was possible.

But, their conversation was stopped short, as Mr. Winkler began talking, explaining Numerology numbers. He explained the Destiny number, sometimes called the Expression number, first, and how to calculate it.

"You see, Numerology played a very important part in ancient Egyptian culture. It could tell if you are soul mates with someone, it could tell traits you were destined to have, positive and negative.

"You calculate it by drawing this chart," Mr. Winkler continued, drawing the numerology chart on the white board. "Then, you find the number that a letter in your name goes under, and you begin to spell out your name. Your full name. Not a nickname, and it has to be your first, middle, and last name…"

Fabian already knew how to calculate this, and almost all of the other Numerology numbers. So, he blocked Mr. Winkler out for the first time ever, and paid attention to Nina, who apparently already knew what to do, too, as she had just finished converting her name into numbers, and she was ahead of what Mr. Winkler was currently explaining.

He watched as her eyebrows furrowed, just a bit, and she bit her lip as she concentrated on what she was writing.

Fabian absentmindedly found out his own numerology number. He'd done it many times, and he had his number memorized by heart, but he did the work anyway, because he wanted to impress Nina, and Mr. Winkler was walking around to check what the students were doing, to see if they understood it.

When the bell rang, Nina stood up, stuffing her notebook into her bag.

"Hey, Nina?" Fabian asked.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to hang out sometime? You know, discuss Ancient Egypt and stuff?" he asked.

Fabian was glad that he had Ancient Egypt as his wingman in starting a relationship with Nina.

"Sure," she replied.

"Okay. How about Starbucks, tomorrow at seven, afterschool?" he asked.

Nina nodded, and began walking away.

Fabian felt over the moon.


Hi, guys!

I need to know, do I confuse you guys, switching point of views like that? And do you like it better in third person, or first person?

And, please, guys, I like constructive criticism, not criticism. I got a very ugly review on my other story, Red, from a guest.

But off of that irrelevant matter, Please review! I have been squeezing updating between doing my science fair project, and to be honest, when I get reviews, it relieves the stress about wondering if you guys like the update or not. They calm me.

And that stuff about the Destiny/Expression number is actually true. Well, not the part about the big factor in Egyptian culture, because I just got that from the show. But, the calculating it, even if I didn't explain exactly how to do it, is accurate. I even have a book on it that I bought last year on different types of Numerology, and how to calculate it correctly.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and don't forget to tune into Red, which should be updated sometime soon!