Well, here's the second chapter.
Disclaimer: Nah, if I could own Total Drama... :D
Quote of the chapter: "No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one" – C. JoyBell C.
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Loved it! The story is well written and original, please write more! Update soon please. :)
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This is a really good idea and I hope to see more of it
Thanks! I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as much!
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Heather's P.O.V
I stared at the packages with my stuff inside. It has been two days. Exactly two days since my life turned upside down. I didn't talk to anyone about it, because, why should I? It's not like anyone cares.
I sat down on the once polished, marble floor, and looked at my reflection in the floor. My loose hair was messed up, since I didn't bother to brush them ever since I learnt the news; I had bags under my eyes, and my eyes were red and puffy. I was trying hard not to cry.
"We used to come here every night after dinner and talk." I said to no one in particular. It was then that I remembered our last night together. Even though it only happened three nights ago, I felt as if centuries have passed from that night.
{Flashback}
"Well, Heather-Feather, I hope you enjoyed your stay in this school of yours." My father started, and I looked up from my phone. I was texting Lindsay.
"What do you mean?" I snapped at him, letting the nickname I hated so much pass by, and he smiled at me.
"Well, you remember when Mr. Burromuerto's son came in your class." I scoffed. It had to do something with Alejandro. Of course. His parents and mine immediately clicked, and were the best of friends, even though they knew I hated his guts.
"I'll take this as a yes. Well, they along with us are going to Mexico, where you'll continue your education-" Whatever he wanted to add, I wasn't listening as I stood up, and glared at him.
"I'd rather die then move to Mexico!" I yelled at him, before storming upstairs.
{Flashback}
Why did I have to be such a-
I heard the doorbell ring. I stood up, and passed numerous rooms, sometimes making comments like 'This is where we ate dinner together.' While walking towards the front door.
Once there, I heard somebody yell with concern in voice.
"Heather? You in there?" I groaned, recognizing the voice. Ale-jerk-dro.
"What do you want?" My voice was a bit raspy, but full of hate. That's great.
"Can I come in?"
"Why should I let you in?" I heard him sigh on the other side.
"Look, I want to help you taking your stuff to your new apartment."
"How did you know?" I told everybody I was sick. How could that little summing brat know?
"I'm friends with Duncan, DJ and Geoff, and Gwen told them." I sighed, before opening the door. There he was, in all of his annoyingness. He looked at me, genuinely concerned. Yeah, right genuinely concerned my ass.
"Heather, I am truly sorry about your loss-" he said, coming in, and putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Save it." I snapped at him, and smacked his hand away.
"Hey, I'm being nice with you. Can't you just accept it?" He asked me angrily.
"I don't need anybody's pity. Especially not yours." I replied, walking away. I felt him walking behind me, and he grabbed my wrist, therefore making me turn around and face him. However, he put too much force into this, and I collided into him. So now, it looked like we were hugging. My hands were against his muscled, solid chest, while his arms were around me. What bothered me the most was the closeness of our faces. Our noses were touching, and I was drowning in his lime green eyes. I quickly blinked, and pushed him away.
"What the hell was that?" I demanded, but he didn't react. I scoffed, and waved my hand in front of his eyes and it finally snapped him out of his trance.
"So, are we going to get my things, or will we get interrupted every time we try?" I asked him, and without waiting for an answer started to take my things. I told Alejandro what to grab. We worked in silence, but soon we were done. Alejandro opened the passenger door for me. I looked back at my house, feeling my gut fall down. This was the last time I saw this as my home. I blinked back my tears when I felt somebody put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry, this'll get better." Alejandro told me, but I just sat down inside of his car, slamming the door in his face. I heard him shuffle in, and he sat down next to me, and started driving. However, there was something different about him.
"Seriously, what is your problem?" I asked him as he drove me towards the apartment. He glanced at me, confused.
"What do you mean?" He asked, turning back to the street.
"Your behavior! No comments? Witty remarks? No flirting? What's the matter?"
"You want me to flirt with you?" He asked a hint of amusement in his voice. I glared at him.
"No."
"Then why did you ask me to-"
"I want to know if you're ok! Jeez."
"You want to know if I'm ok? Ha! You don't care about anybody! Why would you start caring about me now?" He asked, sometimes making gesticulations, as if to prove his point. It hurt me deeper than I thought it would. I looked out of the window, fighting back my tears. After a few moments I heard Alejandro sigh.
"Heather, I'm sorry for what I had said-"
"Whatever." I hoped my voice didn't crack.
"Can't you hear me out? Without interrupting?" He asked, trying to control his temper. I could deduce this out of his voice, and the way he held the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.
"Why? So you can yell at me as much as you want to?"
Alejandro's P.O.V
"Why? So you can yell at me as much as you want to?" Her voice cracked at the end, but I didn't dare to look at her, because I felt guilty for what I'd said. I really was. Besides, I don't think she'd want me to look at her when she was in this state. So, instead I slumped and tried to concentrate on driving, but the tension was slowly killing me. Therefore, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned on the radio.
The rest of the ride was quiet, if one ignored the radio.
"We're here." I blinked, and turned towards Heather, but she was dodging my glances. I parked the car, and wanted to open the door for er, but she was already outside,, getting some of her baggage. I helped her to get her things to her apartment. It was… decent. Heather led me to her-soon-to-be room. Once we were done, I tried reasoning with her again.
"Heather, I'm really sorry about what I've said. I didn't mean it. Believe me." I told her, but she looked at me, fury in her eyes.
"You may truly be sorry, but I don't believe you. Besides, you just said what everybody else said. Why are you the only one apologizing?" She asked me, and tried to get away from me, but I grabbed her wrist, again, and pulled her into the position we were at her old house. I put one hand underneath her chin, making her look at me.
"Because I really didn't mean it." I said, looking her in the eyes. She opened her mouth, and closed it, then opened it again, before closing it. Suddenly, the door opened, and a laughing Duncan put down the slightly smiling Gwen, while DJ and Geoff high fived each other, grinning. As Gwen saw all the boxes, her smile fell. Duncan looked at us, before whistling.
"Whoa, we should go outside, looks like we interrupted the lovebirds." He said this with this sadistic grin of his. Heather and I quickly let go of each other.
"I'll better get going." I said, just to end this awkward moment.
Gwen's P.O.V
I smiled when Duncan started laughing while giving me the piggy ride. When we entered, Heather was with Alejandro, the two hugging, but my attention was on the boxes. My smile fell as the memories returned.
"I'll better get going." I heard Alejandro say.
"Yeah, maybe you should." Heather replied. That's weird. They were in the same room, but their voices seemed so far away. After Al went out, the guys and I started to take stuff into my room, while Heather closed herself in her room. I guess to decorate it.
Once we were done, we decided to go to a pizzeria to eat something.
"I still wonder what were Al and Heather hugging about. I mean, they hate each other, right?" Geoff asked between one slice of pizza and another. I shrugged.
"I don't think Al hates her, I mean, I don't think Heather called him to help her..." DJ trailed off.
"Man, stop acting like a bunch of sissies. Who gives a damn about Heather or Al?" Asked Duncan, leaning back on his chair, and I nodded in agreement. I had more important things on my mind than my apartment mate love life. Heather and I. Who would've thought the two of us would live together. When we were done the trio hopped into Geoff's car, and left me. I walked inside and went to bed, the memories of my family flooding my brain. I let one tear drop to the floor, before falling asleep.
Gah! Chapter two, why were you such a pain in the ass to write?
In case you didn't understand, I drew the position Al & Heather were in. Here's the link: art/A-hug-397620564
And here's Gweather's appartament map:
art/Gweather-s-Apartment-plan-397627838
Also, Please, tell me what you think about this? Was anybody OOC? (I think they all were) please tell me!
