A/N: Hello, my dears. Here is a new chapter of Blur. Enjoy!


Chapter Two


Anyone that attractive should not be a teacher, I thought as I got myself settled in Trig.

I didn't like mathematics, but I was good at it, and I landed myself a spot in Trigonometry. Mr. Dashwood, my teacher, seemed nice. But he was a little distracting. Maybe I would do better in the subject, then, since I'd pay more attention. I even sat in the front row.

Dark blond hair, blue eyes, nice smile, nice arms, nice body in general, and nice personality...I would have to keep my attraction towards him a secret.

My first class of the day was Trig, and my junior year seemed to be getting off on a great start. I was still grounded, but I knew that Renee and Phil would un-ground me soon. They would have to.

Trig was the only class that I had with neither Carlie nor Kelly, but I was almost okay with that.

I was fine - almost - until Chris Daniels, a boy that I absolutely hated, sat down next to me, in the seat to my right.

"Hey," he told me.

Looking at him straight in the eyes, I gave him a small smile. Maybe we would start this year on good terms. "How are you?" I asked Chris.

He gave me his trademark snide smile. I hated that smile. "I'm great," he said. Then he leaned closer to me and stood up. He was behind me in seconds. I turned to face him.

He leaned closer to me again and whispered in my ear, "This will be a great year, Boulder Holder." And then he reached into my shirt and pulled back my bra strap. I heard a loud thwak! as the strap as it snapped against my skin. It hurt like a motherfucker.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I looked up at Chris, trying so hard to not hit him. He was laughing and smiling and high-fiving his idiotic friends.

I had been bullied by Chris Daniels and his friends since the fifth grade. My long-time nickname of Boulder-Holder Bella seemed to never get old to them. I had breasts, so there was no reason for Chris to be an asshole to me about it.

And now he did it again. I thought we were okay, and he just pissed me off again.

I stood up and faced Chris. He was at least six feet tall, and I was a lot shorter than him, but I wasn't scared of him. Not at all. I had kicked his ass in the eighth grade for the very same reason and I wouldn't have a problem with kicking his ass now.

"What are you gonna do now, Bella?" Chris laughed.

"Don't even," I said.

"What, you're gonna hit me again? It didn't even hurt last time," he taunted.

"Fuck you."

"Hmm?"

"You heard me." My hands balled up into fists.

Chris just laughed. "Get the fuck out."

And that's when I punched him, right in the eye.


"So you did sock him!" Carlie laughed into the phone that night.

"Yes, I did," I said.

"And now you're suspended?"

"Yes, I am."

"For how long?"

"I can come back on Thursday."

"Wow." Carlie laughed again. "You know, you should have let me help him pay for his teasing. I would have killed the fucker."

"I know."

"Man, it sucks how you got suspended so early in the school year," Carlie sighed.

"I know! I just got out of summer break; I don't want another one yet," I said.

"Plus, you're going to miss an assload of school."

"Nothing happens in the first days, though."

"Nothing happens when you're a freshman. You might miss a lot of shit this year."

"Whatever."

"Sorry, Bells, but I have to go now."

"Why?"

"Are you blind? It's ten at night. I'll talk to you tomorrow, though, 'kay?"

"'Kay."

"Love ya, Bella."

"You, too, Carlie."

I hung up and then fell back onto my bed. Renee and Phil actually weren't that pissed about me being suspended from school. They were disappointed that it was in first period, on the very first day, but they said that I shouldn't feel bad for defending myself.

Bored, I went to my window with one of my blankets wrapped around me. I sat on the windowsill, my feet on the roof of my house. The early September warmth was comforting. I closed my eyes as I embraced the air. I loved this weather. It was perfect for me.

My dark paradise was gone when I heard fidgeting. A door opened and closed, and I heard footsteps.

I opened my eyes and looked over the fence, at my neighbors' backyard. Benjamin, who also happened to be my neighbor, was standing outside in his backyard, lighting what looked like a cigarette.

"So you smoke now?" I called to him. I could barely see him, but the glow of the moon kind of lit things up.

He laughed, and that made me remember why I had liked him again. That sexy laugh got me every time.

"Yeah, it's kind of relaxing. Want a hit?" he offered.

"What is it?"

"It's an ace."

"A what?"

"It's weed, Bella."

I bit my lip, contemplating whether I should try marijuana or not. You only live once, I said to myself. "I'll be down in a second," I told Benjamin.

I went back into my room, fixed my hair, and quietly crept downstairs and out the front door. Benjamin was waiting for me there.

He embraced me as soon as I closed the front door behind me. His hands started at my hair and slowly traced down to me hips, feeling every curve of mine. And then he kissed me again. He kissed me like it was nothing, like nothing had ever happened between us.

And, in a way, it was like he had never blown me off like how he had at the party.

I guessed that Benjamin was just one of the guys that didn't realize what he had until we were done.

When Benjamin let me go, I smiled. "Let me take a hit," I finally said.

Ben picked up the joint from the edge of a flower pot where he set it, and he held it out to me. "Take it easy, and don't forget to inhale. Also, don't put it all down your throat. You gotta keep the shit out of your lungs."

I nodded. I took the joint and did as told.

I didn't feel anything at first, but ten minutes later, after I took another hit, I was totally chill. Benjamin was high before me, though. He whispered things in my ear that made me laugh. I was probably really fucked up in that hour that we spent together. I was probably that wasted, crazy girl that I had never wanted to be. I was a bad excuse for an Honors student: suspended, never doing the things I was supposed to do, looking for fun, getting high for free... I wasn't sure where I would go from here.

Stumbling into my house at five after eleven didn't make me feel like a better person.

I needed to get my act together before things got really bad.


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