And here we go... 3rd chapter :)
I hummed the last few notes, "Mmmm yea… my special girl…" . When I was done, everyone was gaping at me. Was it that good? I thought to myself. I thought I was weird. These people were even weirder. A guy started clapping really loudly and might I add, hard. Soon enough, the whole class was clapping and cheering. Miss Denise stood up and smiled at me. "Well, class is now over, so please make your way to your next period." I was stunned. What the hell? Didn't I just come into this class? Ugh. History was in H5. I hope I wouldn't have to do the same thing I just did for each class today. I was the first to walk out of the class and I bumped into someone, who was coming into this class. "Sorry," I mumbled and walked away.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same; the whole introduction thing and people gaping at me. I didn't make any new friends, but that girl, Kelly, kept bothering me and asking me unimportant questions that didn't need answers, like when my birthday was and if I could dance. I didn't want to waste my time answering her stupid questions. I ignored her and after a while, she left. I sighed in relief. I began walking to my theater class – the auditorium.
"Kelly's a handful, isn't she?" A voice said from behind me. I groaned, "More then that, to be precise," I turned around and saw a guy grinning crookedly at me. He had gelled up brown hair with golden streaks. He had a dimple on his left cheek and several strands of hair fell over his forehead. He was unusually pale and had topaz eyes. What really caught my attention was what he was wearing. He wore a Murderdolls band t-shirt and low riding jeans. There were several chains dangling from his jeans and there were also ripped patches on it. He wore a pair of motorcycle boots with spikes in the back of them. I liked his taste in clothes. I nodded at him, "Hello."
He gave me a friendly smile and held out a hand, "Edward Cullen. 17 years old, at your service." He bowed and I had to chuckle. I shook his hand, "Hey, name's Xavier." He nodded, "I know. Whole school's been talking about you, especially the girls," he winked at me. "I really hate it when they do that…." I mumbled. He gave me a funny expression, "You… don't like the attention?" He asked me, a little surprised. I immediately shook my head, "No, I don't. It makes me uncomfortable and just a little out of place."
"Ahaha, welcome to my world," Edward chuckled, "I'm going through the same thing They just never stop." Just he said that, two girls who walked passed us stared at us. One girl was eying him and the other whispering while glancing at me. They giggled and quickly walked away. I grinned. Finally, someone who knew what I was going through and treated me like a human, not like an animal on display. I was pretty much sick of it all, even though it was only my first day at this school. The bell rang.
"Well, looks like I'll catch you later, mate. See you!" He waved and disappeared into the crowd. I sighed. Next period… I racked my brain to think. What was the next period? I was too lazy to take the schedule out of my bag. Ah, yes. Theater.
Bah humbug.
As I walked down the auditorium, I heard the teacher announced, "So, for this year's summer production, we shall be acting out Romeo and Juliet," the teacher, what's-his-name, Mr. Alfred or something like that. A few people cheered. I hate, hate, hate and HATE romantic musicals. I took a seat far away from the others. The teacher passed around the script and gave one to me. I took a look at the first page and immediately closed it. Why couldn't Shakespear use proper English?
The door bursts open.
"How nice of you to join us, Miss Kipton." The teacher – Mr. Deveaux – mumbled loudly. I knew at once who it was, by the strong perfume scent that entered my nostrils. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I had to help Miss – whoa!" She tripped over her own two feet. Luckily for her, she managed to get a hold of the chair next to her and regained her balance. I've never 'met' anyone as clumsy as her. She sat next to a boy who had shoulder length black hair, who turned around and kissed her on the cheek. That must be her boyfriend, I thought to myself. Fascinating indeed.
An hour later.
I survived theater class; yay for me. I waited for everyone to leave the auditorium. I had gym next. Bah. I hated gym. Soon, it was just the girl, and I. I decided to leave right there and then. I was making my way out of the door when suddenly, someone banged into me from behind. I fell onto my palms and my knees. "What the hell?" I cursed, "Watch it!" I growled. A light, feminine voice said, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you up." She was about to bend down and help me but I snarled at her, "I don't need your help."
Hurt appeared in her gray eyes. I looked away. I knew I was being an asshole but I didn't know why. I felt bad, but I felt angry too. Funny.
I stood up and brushed my pants and rubbed my palms against my shirt. "I'm Samantha, Samantha Kipton." I stared down at her extended hand, offering a handshake. "Xavier," was all I could say, and with that, I walked away, feeling her eyes on my back.
SAM'S POV
I ran home in the rain. Through out the whole way home, I hoped my books weren't very wet. I reached home within fifteen minutes of running. I dried myself on the porch. "Mom? I'm home!" I called out, taking off my sneakers. There was no answer. I sighed and went upstairs. I threw my bag onto my bed and got a towel to dry my hair and body. I switched on the computer to check my emails. I had two unread mails. One from my father who was having a vacation in Australia with my sister, and my boyfriend, Michael. I sighed, and opened my father's email first.
Hey Sammy,
How's good old Forks? Are you taking care of yourself over there? I'm having a hell lot of fun here in Australia. I've taken a shine to koalas now. Remember when I went to Egypt and fell in love with camels? Haha, good times! Anyways, this will be a rather short email, as my van is coming soon and I'll be going to the beach! I wish you were here, honey, so you could enjoy these things with us. Bella is slowly becoming her old self, and she's made friends with dolphins hehe :) It's good she's taking her mind off that boy who left her… She told me to tell you she misses and loves you very much.
How's your mother
treating you?
Tell me about your day.
Just two more weeks
till we're back.
Don't miss us too
much!
Love,
Dad.
I clicked on 'Reply'.
Hey Dad,
Forks is as rainy as always; walked home in the rain today. I'm feeling a little feverish too, but I'll survive :) Koalas are cute, but I don't really like them haha. Yea, I remember, Dad. I also remember you fell off the camel and sprained your ankle hehe. I wish I were there too, Dad. When can I come and live with you in Orange County? I hate it here. Mom is hardly at home; I don't even know where she's gone most of the time. My day was fine… Tell Bella I love her too, and I miss her.
Miss & love you, Dad.
Love,
Sam-bear.
I clicked 'Send'. I stretched a little, and opened up my Michael's email.
It's weird, I thought, as the page was loading. I just saw him at school during lunch. That was like… four hours ago.
Hey baby, we need to
talk A.S.A.P.
- Michael.
I groaned. Damn it, I hope it's nothing bad. It's been a month since I was in Forks… Michael was attracted to me and asked me out a week later… I sighed again for the millionth time. I closed the window and shut down the computer, and went to shower. Xavier popped back into my head. He was a very quiet guy, I thought, and mysterious too. He seems unfriendly, and I didn't really like the way he pushed me away when I tried to help. Maybe he's got something to hide. Who knows?
I did my homework and watched television for a while. I then went to bed after a while. I wondered what was going to happen at school tomorrow. The last thing I remember thinking of was Xavier.
XAVIER'S POV
I went to the coffee shop I got a job at. I was the cashier. "Hurry up, wear your uniform and get started," the boss said to me. He was paralyzed from waist down and was in a wheelchair. His name is Billy Black. From what I heard, his wife had committed suicide, which remained confidential. He had a son, Jacob Black. I've never met Jacob, but I have met his best friend, Quil. Quil was one of the cleaners at Black's Coffee Shop. He's been helping me a lot and I'm staying at his house till I find myself a place. Quil's a nice guy.
"Yes, Mr. Black," I murmured and went behind the counter. I pushed my bag and books under it and sat on the stool. I felt someone poke my back and I turned to face Quil. "Hey," he slapped my hand and was dragging a bucket of water.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Moping and cleaning floors, you?" He grinned.
I chuckle, "Planning to run away with the money in the cash box."
"Dude, if you do
that, you have to give me half of it."
"Why?"
"Just
'cause I said so," he grinner wider.
"Get the hell away from here, man. Move your ass." I laughed softly and pushed him away. He tiptoed away and shot me a look. I shook my head and scanned the shop. Not many were in the coffee shop, I saw. There was an old man in the corner, reading a newspaper and an old woman a few booths away was sipping her coffee slowly. There was a couple, probably in their early twenties, whispering into each other's ears in the far end of the shop. I whipped out my Biology book and went through the first few pages, biting on a pen. I wanted to get a head start on things. I heard the door swing open and without looking up, I mumbled, "What can I get for you?"
"Xavier?" I couldn't believe my ears. I dropped the pen.
"Rachel…?" I barely whispered and looked up.
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