Uncharted by SClownZzZzZ

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As the day went on I began to see that Allihya was not just another girl. She was this crazy, explosive nutcase that seemed to enjoy bending the rules and doing whatever she felt like doing no matter how many people objected to it. I mean, how many people do you know that would go up to the toughest kid in school and tell him off in front of half of the student body for someone they've never even met? Or chase after some scary girl's boyfriend and then attempt to become friends with her? Let's face it, Allihya Abenhypher was far from normal, and I was surprisingly becoming okay with it.

Oh no, this doesn't mean that she's starting to grow on me right? No, of course not! This nutcase would never grow on anyone, especially not me…right?

Crap, it looks like this is much more complicated than I originally thought. Oh why did I have to sign up for that program?

.O.o.O.

Chapter Three: Shocked & Startled

.O.o.O.

Meanwhile: During Second Hour

Rick, Gwen and Jack are inside of their English classroom sitting at their respective classes, bored out of their minds. Everyone in the class watches as their English teacher approaches the front of the classroom; she claps her hands, smiling about a mile wide. "Now class, since we just finished reading quite a hefty novel yesterday - all twenty-seven parts of 'It's Not Easy Being Gieke', I thought today we could talk about something simple. So today we're going to talk about our hopes and dreams. Who has a dream of theirs that they would like to share with the rest of the class?" the teacher asks her students as she scans the room for any raised hands. After finding none, she looks to the student in the front row who looks as if he's about to pass out as a result of a boredom overdose, "How about you Rick?"

Rick sighs, as he sits up in his seat, trying to hide the fact that he was slouching in boredom only a few moments earlier, "Well, I've always wanted to have a successful career and make a lot of money," he confesses.

To his surprise, the teacher erupts into laughter, "Haha, oh Rick. It's all very clear that you will most likely be a complete failure and never amount to anything; in fact you'll probably be living with your parents for the rest of your life," she states, drying a tear from her left eye due to all of the excessive laughter; she sniffs, "By the way, tell them I said hi."

Rick looks to the window only to find his parents pressed up against the glass waving at him; he groans as he slumps back down in his seat embarrassed as he tries to cover his face with his hands.

The teacher gazes at her other students, "Well now that that laugh-fest is over, who would like to share their dream next?" she asks the class; everyone looks around the room, scared out of their minds to speak, "Oh come on, speak up and tell us! Don't be shy!"

"Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me!" David Ottomas calls out from the back of the room, frantically waving his hand up in the air as if it were on fire, "Pick Me!"

The teacher smiles, "Very well then, what is your dream?"

David Ottomas springs out of his seat and jumps on top of his desk, "Teacher lady," David speaks up, "My dream is to marry the most beautiful and talented girl on this entire planet, GWEN BRADSHAW!"

Gwen face palms from her seat two rows up, "Oh gosh, not this again."

"For she may not know it now, but someday she will fall in love with me and become my wife, then there will be no escaping the Ottomas family tree! BWAHAHAHA!" David laughs evilly, before he begins break dancing on his desk. Around him, everyone watches confused out of their minds, as Gwen slumps down in her seat; trying to hide her face in embarrassment.

The teacher raises an eyebrow, "Young man, are you even in this class?" he asks David.

David Ottomas stops break dancing to answer her question, "Well uh, the thing about that is," David begins; he shifts his eyes from side to side before racing over to the open window and jumping out of it. "WHEE!" a loud crash is heard, "Oh hi Mr. and Mrs. Contrary!"

Everyone continues to stare at the open window in shock, the teacher turns to her students, "Well, I think that's enough for one day. Class is dismissed." The students cheer as they get up out of their seats and begin racing down the door at lightning speed. One girl stays behind and picks up her backpack before casually strolling over to Rick, who is still sitting at his desk in the same position that he was in previously.

Violet looks down at Rick, her eyebrow raised in attitude, as she continues holding onto the navy blue strap of her backpack, "Success? That's really all you want in the future?"

"Well that is a dream of mine," Rick states, not bothering to get up out of his seat to get his stuff, "Why? What's your dream?"

"I don't have one, because they're stupid," Violet answers, "Dreams are for losers who have nothing going for them in the present, so they make up these 'wishes' to make themselves think that things are going to get better for them in the future."

"Well you're just a pile of sunshine, aren't you?" Rick asks as he grabs his stuff and heads out the door; Violet follows after him.

"Look, I'm not saying that you're a loser for having a dream," Violet begins.

Rick stops in front of the lockers and turns to her, "Really?" he states, completely unaware of Allihya's presence at her locker behind Violet, "Because that sure sounds like that's what you're saying."

Violet rolls her eyes, "Look, all I'm saying is that I don't want to see you get hurt," Violet states, placing her hand on Rick's shoulder, "It's a tough world out there, and not everyone can be successful. Just keep your expectations low Rick, and you'll be fine."

Rick stares to stare at Violet, his facial expression looking as if it were saying 'what the heck are you talking about'? Rick shakes his head, "I can't believe you would say something like that to me!" The bell rings as Rick stomps his foot.

Violet looks up at the clock as she starts to step away from the lockers, "Sorry Rick, but I have to go to lunch. I'll meet you back here later!" she calls out before disappearing into the crowd of students.

Rick glares, "Yeah, you'll be here, but I don't think I will," he states as he opens up his locker and shoves his books inside of it. He slams the door of his locker only to find Allihya smiling and waving behind it, leaning up against the locker next to him, "Whoa!" he exclaims, jumping back extremely startled.

"Hey Rick!" Allihya greets, "Sorry if I scared you."

"No, it's alright," Rick answers, his hand still on his chest, confused at why his heart is still beating twice as fast, "Don't worry about it."

Allihya smiles and looks down at her shuffling feet, "Look, I know it's not any of my business but, I don't think you're a loser for having a dream. I don't think anyone's a loser for having a dream, in fact-" Allihya takes a step closer and leans forward, her face now only a few inches away from his. Allihya quickly scans the area before lowering her voice down to a whisper, "I think the real losers are the people that don't have them," Allihya completes.

Rick watches as she slowly moves away from him, his face feeling hotter by the second; he watches as Allihya continues to back away from him. She stops to give him a small wink before she takes off down the hallway, leaving Rick speechless and alone.

Rick opens his mouth to speak, finds himself having trouble saying any words. After a few attempts, he finally closes his mouth as he continues to stare down the hall in silence. "What is this girl doing to me?"

Meanwhile: In the Library

Connor, Gavin and Ginger are sitting at one of the many wooden tables located in the library, each of them working on a different type of homework. Connor smiles when he notices Allihya walk into the library and take a seat down across from him. She reaches into her orange and white striped book bag and pulls out a folded up lime green piece of paper. "Hey guys! Check out this flyer that some girl named La Shawna gave me when I passed by the gym!" Allihya exclaims holding out the piece of paper for one of her friends to take. Gavin and Connor exchange nervous glances before Connor reaches out and takes it. He unfolds the piece of paper and begins to read it.

"Want to rock out and have the time of your life?" Connor reads, "Then come to the All School Dance this Friday at seven o'clock. Formal attire is required."

Allihya claps her hands in excitement, "Doesn't that sound like fun? We should go!" she exclaims, causing the table of girls next to them to shush her, "OH SHUSH YOURSELVES!" she screams; she smiles before slowly sitting back down in her seat, "So, are you guys going to come or what?"

"I'll pass, thanks," Ginger states, not even bothering to turn her attentions away from her homework. Allihya walks over to her.

"Come on Ginger, this dance is going to be great! You don't really want to miss it, do you?" Allihya asks, her elbows on part of Ginger's homework.

Ginger turns to Allihya, a glare plastered across her face, "Allihya, let me save you some time. Dances here are never fun for people like us, they are only fun for preps, jocks and people with no lives."

Allihya stands up, smiling, "Yeah, but that was before."

Ginger gives Allihya a look of confusion, "Before what?"

"Before I came here," Allihya answers; Ginger groans, "Look Ginger, just give me one chance and I promise that this dance will be the most fun that you have ever had."

Ginger looks down at the ground, second thoughts still racing through her mind, "Well…"

Allihya turns to her friends located across the table, "You guys will come with me to the dance, right?" she asks Connor and Gavin. They exchange glances with one another once more before turning back to Allihya.

Gavin smiles, "Sure, I'm in."

"Me too," Connor states, before looking down to finish reading the rest of the flyer, "Hey! It says here that if we bring dates we can get in for half the price!"

"Really?" Gavin says, looking over Connor's shoulder to see the words on the flyer for himself, upon seeing them he stands up beaming, "Sweet! I can finally build up the courage to ask Caryl out!"

Connor rolls his eyes, "Yeah, we'll see about that," he states, "You finally gaining up the courage to ask Caryl out is about as likely as me getting a date to the dance."

"Hey Connor, will you go to the dance with me?" Allihya asks him.

Connor sweat drops, "Uh, sure." He states, taken completely off guard. Connor turns around only to find Gavin glaring at him, his arms crossed in an 'I told you so' position. "Okay, maybe that was a bad comparison."

Allihya turns to Gavin beaming, "Don't worry Gavin, I'll help you ask Caryl to the dance," she volunteers.

Gavin raises an eyebrow in shock, "You will?"

Allihya nods, "Sure, I'm great at these kinds of things," she states before leaning back down on the table in front of Ginger, "I'm also good at convincing people to go to dances and have a good time."

Ginger sighs and closes her math book, a look of irritation still spread across her face, "Look, I don't care how many times you bug me about this, there is no way in the world that I will ever go to this dance with you!"

Allihya places a hand on her hip, her infamous smirk on her face, "Will you go to the dance with us?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"NO."

"Will you go with us now?"

"NO!"

"Now?"

"NO WAY!" Ginger screams as she grabs her book bag and storms out of the library, Allihya following close behind her.

Three Hours Later

"Will you go to the dance with us now?" Allihya asks for the one hundred and fifty-first time in a row. Ginger growls as she slams the door to her locker, the last bell of the day heard ringing throughout the hallways behind them.

Ginger turns to Allihya enraged, "If I go with you to the dance, will you PLEASE SHUT-UP?"

"No," Allihya answers sweetly, "But I will stop bugging you about it for the rest of the day."

Ginger glares at Allihya before exhaling in defeat, "Okay, fine. I will go to the dance with you, Gavin and Connor," she turns to Allihya, "Are you happy?"

"Yes," Allihya answers, doing a little dance around the room; she stops back in front of Ginger's locker, "I'm so excited! Just wait until everyone sees our matching dresses!"

Ginger straps on her backpack, giving Allihya a death glare, "No," she states.

Allihya begins her hands together, "Please Ginger, can we have matching dresses?"

Ginger glares at her once more as she takes off down the hallway, "NO."

Allihya speeds up to chase after her mentor, "How about now?" she calls after her; Ginger groans.

The Next Morning

Allihya is sitting on the front porch of her obnoxiously yellow house, sighing as she watches the white puffy clouds pass by above her, her little brother Abben watching next to her; she points to the puffiest cloud in the sky, "Look! That almost looks like Mr. Robinson's poodle," Allihya states, "Arf! Arf!" she barks.

Abben giggles, "It sure does," he says. Abben stands up to stretch his legs out, "I need some juice," Abben states before racing back into the house to retrieve some.

Allihya smiles and shakes her head, "Oh Abben and his juice, what am I going to do with those two?" she asks no one in particular, "And now back to my cloud watching!" Allihya exclaims, but something else catches her attention. It was a boy that was walking down the street. He was dressed in an all yellow newspaper boy outfit; Allihya watches as he walks up the path to their house; his movements seeming mesmerizing. He reaches into his newspaper bag and pulls out the paper; he is about to put it down when Allihya races over to him.

"Hey!" she calls out.

The boy stops and turns to her, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "Hey," he answers back, "Do you live here?"

Allihya nods, "Yep, I'm Allihya, Allihya Abenhypher. And you are?"

The boy looks at Alllihya strangely, before slowly responding, "Justus…?"

Allihya smiles, placing a hand on her hip, "So you're unsure of your own name?" she asks.

The boy turns away from Allihya, having a hard time hiding the smile that is forming on his face; he finally gives up and turns to Allihya, giving a small laugh, "No," he says, shaking his head, "My name is Justus Landry and this-" Justus holds out the newspaper and hands it to Allihya, "-is your paper," he completes.

Allihya looks down at the newspaper, blushing at his cute gesture, "Thanks," she states, tucking the newspaper gently under her right arm; she looks back at him.

"You're welcome," Justus says, nodding in her direction before taking off down the side path.

Allihya reaches her hand out, taken aback by his sudden departure, "Wait!" she calls out after him, Justus turns around, surprised at how fast Allihya caught up to him. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a wad of money, "Here," Allihya states as she gives it to him.

Justus looks down at the pile of money in his hand before looking back up at Allihya, a look of confusion on his face, "What's this?" he asks.

"It's a tip," Allihya says, "You know, for delivering our paper."

"Oh," Justus replies, still starring at the wad of money in his hand as if it were a giant hairy tarantula, "No one's ever given me a tip before…" he says softly to himself.

"Yeah well, they must not have noticed how good of a job you did delivering their papers," Allihya says, both of her hands behind her back, shifting the weight of her body back and forth from her toes to heels in an attempt to hide the nervousness she is feeling at that very moment.

Justus looks up at her and smiles; placing the pile of money safely in his pocket, "Well I'm glad somebody did," he states, once again walking backwards down the side path, "So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he asks.

Allihya nods, "Yes," she states, feeling as if her heart was about to pound out of her chest, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Great," Justus says, before bringing his hand up in a wave. Allihya beams and waves back, watching as he disappears down the street and off of the lot.

Allihya sighs, "Why does every guy in this neighborhood have to be so darn attractive?"

Meanwhile: Down the Street

Gwen and Jack are standing in front of the bus stop waiting for the school bus to finally round the corner and pick them up. Gwen sighs as she looks down at her silver and black wrist watch for the fifth time that minute, her foot tapping angrily against the pavement. "It's been fifteen minutes, where is that stinkin' thing?" she asks impatiently, physically straining her neck to check down the street. Jack pulls her back.

"Now, now, you wouldn't want a repeat of what happened last week when you did that in the street, now would you?" Jack asks her.

Gwen steps back forward, continuing to look down the street, "For your information, I'm not looking for the bus, I'm checking to make sure that David isn't following me again!"

Jack sighs and rolls his eyes, "When are you finally going to tell him that you don't like him?"

Gwen turns to Jack, looking behind him to make sure David isn't coming from the other direction, "I told you! I already did that and it didn't work! I don't know what else I can do to make that kid back off."

Jack raises his eyebrows, "Well, you could always file a restraining order against him, I heard those things work like magic." Gwen sighs and steps backward out of the street. "You know, I don't understand why you don't just go out with David. I mean, he's a nice guy and he's not that ugly…well, for an Ottomas."

"I just can't go out with David," Gwen answers abruptly.

Jack turns to Gwen confused, "Why not?" he asks.

"Because," Gwen answers, gazing down at her shuffling feet, "I like someone else."

"You do?" Jack states, Gwen nods, "Who?" he asks, as the bus pulls up next to them.

Gwen looks up at Jack, having a hard time making eye contact with him; she sighs as she opens her mouth preparing to answer his question, "You."

The doors of the school bus open with a screech as Gwen quickly walks up the stairs and into the school bus, leaving a shocked Jack behind her.

"Oh," he states suddenly, gently nodding his head in an attempt to snap himself out of this shocked state, "That explains it," he says before climbing up the stairs of the school bus after her.