Chapter 3: The Fond Past
Amie sat on her big, comfy bed. Yep, I think my dramatic exit worked, she thought, and were they actually fighting over me? Wow, who would have thought that me, plain old Amie Naya, would actually have met Big time rush? And have them fight over me? I can't believe it.
She smiled to herself and opened up her suitcase. On the top of her clothes was a framed picture of her family. She picked it up affectionately and placed it on her bedside table. Her mum was probably making dinner. Her mouth watered as she though of her mum's amazing beef lasagna. Amie was definitely going to miss that. She got out another framed photo and held it to her heart.
It was a photo of a tall, well-built boy with creamy pale skin and jagged black hair that crept over his forehead in a long side fringe. His pale blue eyes sparkled as he grinned a lopsided smile from the photo. His arm was casually clasped over Amie's hips and she was embracing him, her lips brushing against his ivory colored cheeks. At the bottom of the photo, there were some words carefully written with a black marker.
"Kaleb + Amie = love.". Amie sighed woefully. Kaleb was the one that she would miss the most.
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Kaleb Quinn, 16 years old, obsessed with skateboarding and girls. Amie Naya was sashaying past him, laughing with her friends when she caught his eye. Instantly he knew that he wanted her. And it would be pretty easy to get her, he had half of the girls in the school wrapped around his little finger. All he had to do fix his baby blues on a girl and smile and she would be simpering and giggling around him.
So, he walked up to Amie and tapped her on her bottom. She spun around, with an furious ook on her face. Kaleb leant in and crooned a "Hey, sexy… wanna hang with me?" He finished it off by giving her one of his amazing smiles, waiting for her to giggle and blush. Amie's friends were staring at him in enrapture, shocked that Kaleb was even looking at them.
Amie frowned and swore at him. She walked off, her friends reluctantly following her. He heard her utter, "What a complete and utter dickhead. I hate Kaleb and his friends, they think they're so cool." Kaleb goggled at her striding away, his mouth gaping open. It was the first time that a girl had rejected him.
"OOOOOH KALEB, you just got shut DOWN, by a girl!" laughed his friends at him. He laughed it off and quickly changed the subject by tripping a small geeky looking boy up. As he sniggered at the poor boy that had fallen flat on his face, something was niggling him, something that started with the letter "A". He loved challenges, like perfecting an Ollie and skateboarding on a ramp without falling off, and now, he had the perfect challenge; getting Amie to be his.
And by the way, he thought to himself, Amie looks so hot when she's angry.
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Amie wiped tears away from her eyes; she missed Kaleb and her family so bad. But after she met the boys, maybe it wasn't going to be so bad. Especially since she met Carlos… no, no, no. I can't think that, she thought, Kaleb is my boyfriend and I love him. But that doesn't mean I can't think that Carlos is hot… She smiled to herself as she cast her mind back to that day at the school formal with Kaleb.
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Amie was wearing a mid-length strapless coral coloured dress that hugged all the right curves. Her long black hair was straightened to silky perfection and pale pink lipstick and black volumising mascara finished off her look. She kissed her parents goodbye, got in her brothers black convertible, who drove her off to her school.
Jason Naya, 21 years old and loved his little sister to bits. He had black hair like Amie's, except his had caramel streaks all through. Jason and Amie looked identical, with the same sharp cheekbones and large cherubic chocolate eyes.
" You look like one of them movie stars, Amie. My little sister is growing up, aye? " teased Jason, putting his foot on the pedal, speeding off into the black night.
She laughed, "Aww, getting sentimental, are we? And can you put the roof down, my hair is flying everywhere." He leant over and ruffled her hair, to which an annoyed Amie gave him a punch and instantly started smoothing down her hair.
"Anything for my baby sister." He pressed a button that straightaway brought down the roof. "Thank you." she smiled at him. Jason gave her a smile back and fell silent. After a few moments of quietness, Jason cleared his throat awkwardly and began speaking.
"Um, Amie? Don't let any guys get, you know, too close for comfort with you. Er, you're looking a bit too revealing today and I know that some of the guys there will try to hook up with you. So, you know, give them the cold shoulder and tell him to f off, yeah? Or just call me and I'll come to school and teach them a lesson that they won't forget."
Amie giggled, "You sound like Dad, Jason. Don't worry, I can take care of myself, any loser tries to touch me, I'll kick them in the nuts." Jason nodded his head, smiling.
"Yep, that's exactly what you should do. I'm glad that I've taught my little sister well. Oh, we're here. I'll drop you off at the gates." He slowly cruised up to the big black gates that had a white signboard with the words, "Jefferson College" on it.
Amie peered through the tinted windows and saw girls from her grade all dolled up and strutting into the hall wearing amazing dresses. Guys were looking suave, wearing crisp tuxedos and shiny black shoes. It was as if it wasn't normal boring school anymore, everyone looked so perfect and flawless. She gave her brother a quick hug and she stepped out of the car into the crisp chilly air.