Ok thanks for the reviews….Just saw "Bucket List" with Jack Nickelson and Morgan Freeman—the ending's so sad. And there were all these old people there—I guess they needed some ideas for their own bucket list—hehe. Yeah my jokes are horrible so I guess I'll just get back to writing my story.
Chapter 3
"Katie," I heard a voice yelling, "get up…your alarm has been going off for five minutes already!"
It was just a dream….thank God it was just a dream.
I got up and the first thing that caught my eye was the rose…just lying there on my nightstand. I could've sworn I threw it in my garbage can—oh well maybe I just forgot to.
I grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet and picked out some random v-neck sweater to pull over the cami I already had on. I ran downstairs and grabbed my smore flavored poptart off the plate my aunt had set it on. Taking a bite I slipped into my white and black puma sneakers.
"Bye Auntie," I said grabbing my purse, "I'll be back later…I'm going to stop at Cardelli's after the library."
Cardelli's was an awesome little café that had the best French fries with cheese. And the absolute best Italian fried dough.
"I'll meet you up at the mall at twelve then….in the front of Macy's," she said giving me a look—apparently she was mad I didn't want to go first thing in the morning. Actually my plan was to stop and grab some food at Cardelli's and then to stop up at the mall and scout for clothes I liked then all I'd have to do when Auntie got there was to casually point out the stuff I liked and then buy them and get out so I wouldn't have to spend hours there looking while everyone knew was there hanging out with friends. It was going to save me time and some embarrassment. What could go wrong?
I walked out to the garage and pushed the button to open the garage door. Turning on my car I saw it…another rose sitting on the passenger seat. I didn't like this at all and opening the note inside I saw a scribbled note I'm sorry if I frightened you. I just wanted you to have flowers that were as pretty as you
Throwing the rose and the note in the back of the car I decided then and there that it had to be some sick joke—maybe the neighbor boy across the street was doing was going it. It had to be him and his friends. After all he had a party at his house last night—that had to explain it.
I turned up the radio and drove to Cardelli's.
"Good morning Kate," the old lady manager said as I took my usual window seat, "how are you this morning?"
"Good Mrs. Cardelli," I replied as I noticed a boy who was at the table that was beside mine. He was the boy I had went running with yesterday. I was sure of it.
"Hi Kate," he said interrupting me from my book a couple of minutes later, "I hope you weren't mad that I had to leave yesterday. I didn't mean to offend you."
Is this guy stalking he be the one who was leaving the roses?
"I sorry," I said just glancing up from my book, "but how did you know my name."
"Mrs. Cardelli said it when you came in," he said and I could feel his eyes burning into my head as I tried to read my book, "are you paranoid or something?"
"And you're not the one who's been leaving me roses everywhere I look?" I snapped looking up at him. A look crossed his face and he looked at me stunned.
"No," he said frowning, "but you know what….I have to go. It's been nice talking to you again."
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The rest of my weekend was uneventful…there were no more roses left for me. And I only ran into one group of kids at the mall and they were the Goths so it wasn't like they could say anything about me at school today. Yes it was Monday and I was sitting in my car driving to hell—opps I mean high school—with "6 Gun Quota" playing. I pulled into the parking lot and pulled down my skirt. The one iteam that I hadn't picked out but my aunt made me buy—it was short which surprised me because normally she wouldn't have even let me think of buying it. But apparently she saw Morgan Madison wearing one like it and since my aunt just loves Morgan because Morgan has always been voted the best in everything I got stuck wearing a skirt. It's not like I have anything against them…I wear them for special stuff just not to school. I'm always afraid I'll sit wrong or something and my underwear will show—mortifying I know.
I made it the whole way through to lunch with no skirt accident. In face Amber even complimented me on it before she asked me the answer to on number 10 on our French test.
"Hey," I heard a voice behind me ask as I grabbed a water bottle and some a basket of French fries, "number 10 was hard huh?"
I turned around and met the eyes of a Greek god…opps I mean an extremely hot guy. Sorry I slip up every so often. His black sweater fit him so nice and it showed off his abes….not that he had a lot of them but enough so that he wasn't some skinny weak kid.
"Um…do I know you?" I asked looking at him. I knew I deffidently didn't.
"No I'm new," he said smiling at me, "but I had two classes with you this morning. You're not very observant are you?"
"I guess not," I said blushing and walking to the cashier to pay.
Why is he talking to me….Morgan's right beside us and I he could have talked to her It wasn't like she was very secretive about the look over she gave him.
"Hi I'm Morgan," I heard her say in her sickly sweet voice. I wanted to puke—and my aunt wanted me to be like her—it wasn't like I wasn't nice to everyone. It was just that I wasn't a nice slut to everyone, "and you're new right?"
"Yeah," I heard him say as I walked away to grab some napkins, "I'm Jack."
I sat down at my usual corner table with some girls who I always sat with—I laughed with them and stuff but it wasn't like they knew any of my secrets or really knew who I was. They were people I knew but I wasn't really friends with.
I could feel someone's eyes on me and I looked up to meet that kid Jack's eyes.
"Can I sit here?" he asked me but of course all of the other girls said yes. I looked back down at my food. Why and the hell was he here?
"Um…I'm Jack," he said to me but several other girls answered with their names.
"I'm Danni….I'm Nancy….I'm Haley…I'm Christina….I'm Jules." There names rang out sickly sweet. He had girls falling over each other for him and yet he was still looking at me.
"It's Katie," I said looking up and seeing him smile.
"Hi Kate," he said and I could feel the other girls looking at us.
"It's Katie," I corrected him, I didn't know why. Maybe because how he said it was like how the guy at Cardelli's said it. I didn't like it.
"Sorry," he said but Danni butted in.
"Don't worry about Katie," she said smiling at him as I went back to reading the words on the water bottle. Anything I could do so I wouldn't have to look up at him, "she's always like this on Mondays…I think it's because she's wearing a skirt that makes her extra snippy."
"I'm not snippy," I said looking at my tray, "I just…." But I knew they weren't paying attention to me anymore anyway. They were talking to Jack about were he lived.
"Oh, that's right behind Katie's house," I heard Haley say and my head snapped up.
"What?" I asked looking at them.
"He just moved into the old O'Grady house." Christina said smiling at me, "don't you live somewhere around there?"
"Yeah," I said…I might have mentioned to them what street I lived on but it wasn't like I've ever had them over for a sleep over, "It's like a quarter of a mile back in the woods behind us."
"So we're neighbors," he said smiling at me, "I didn't get a welcome basket."
"No," I said looking back down at my food, "It's the Maysons who run the Welcoming Committee. They live down the street from me….well us."
"Oh well then," he said as the bell rang ending the lunch period and saving me from the looks of girls from all over the Cafeteria, "I guess I'll see you later."
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He did see me later. He was in all of my afternoon classes and he always sat behind me. I didn't like it. Oh well….maybe he thinks that just because we're neighbors we'll be friends. After a week of being here he'll be hanging out with the jocks and dating some Morgan wannabe if Morgan didn't dump her boyfriend to go out with him. Besides I had running to do today.
"Katie…Katie wait up," I heard Jack's voice from behind me, "um….my car's in the machine shop and I just missed the bus. Could you give me a ride home?"
"Um…well…" I said clutching my car's door handle, "um not really going home first. I'm sure Danni or someone could give you a ride."
"I already asked," he said smiling but something in his voice seemed like he really didn't, "she's going to the mall."
"Um…well," I stuttered trying to come up with a lie but deciding to tell the truth, "I really can't. Like I said I'm not going straight home…I'm going running."
"It's ok," he said smiling his tone calm as he came towards me, "you could always take me running with you. Come on Katie…don't be afraid of me."
"Well I guess I can take you home first," I said on impulse—my hand automatically flew to my mouth. What had I just said? I couldn't stand a car ride with this guy! I probably crash because I'd be so nervous. Why the hell did I say I'd give him a ride?
"Um…Katie," he said tapping on the glass from the inside of the car. He was already in my car before I had even gotten in, "what's this?"
I opened the door and I got in putting the key in the ignition. Only after buckling my seat belt did I look over at what he was holding. It was black rose….it wasn't like the ones I had gotten before.
"Um…it's a rose." I said pulling out of the parking lot.
"But why is it black?"
"How should I know?" I thought the joke would have ended by now.
"Who left you the black ones?"
"How should I know? Wait how do you know I've gotten roses other than black?"
He was quiet for a couple of seconds and then he reached around to the seat behind me.
"I saw a red one back here," he said showing me the red one I had threw back there this morning, "do you have a boyfriend Katie?'
"No," I said blushing, "I just keep finding them….it's just some practical joke or something. Just throw both of them in the back. I throw them away when I get home."
I could feel his eyes looking from me to the roses in his hand. Then he tore the black one apart and threw the petals into the back.
Why did he do that? Now I'll be picking petals out of my car for a month.
"Sorry," he said looking at me, "black roses are bad luck. They mean death. I don't plan on going to any funerals lately."
"Yeah," I said frowning, "I've heard they're not very fun."
"It just depends on what kind you go to." He said smiling, "in certain religions death is but a new chance at life."
Yeah…but in those religions I could end up coming back as a bug or something.
I heard him chuckle.
"What's so funny?" I asked him as I pulled into the road that led to the old O'Grady house…well it was more like a small mansion—what an oxymoron.
"Nothing," he said turning to look out the window, "well it's been nice talking to you. I wouldn't go running today…..at least not alone."
"Why?" I asked right as he went to close the car door.
"It's just dangerous if you go alone. Just stay home—after all you did get a black rose." And with remark he closed the door.
Wow this was a long chapter. I hope you liked and now I have to go update my other story. It's called "New Life It Bites" stupid title but it's a good story….well of course I think it's good I wrote it but I hope you like it too. Please review!
