You know when you get a certain tune in your head and you can't seem to place where it is from. Yeah well I hate that and its happening right now. I am humming along in my head while trying to go through the catalogue in my mind of where I have heard it, movie maybe but which one? No not a movie. You know what they say stop thinking about it and it will come to you. Alright I'll try that.
Well I guess I should be taking notes, first day and all have to be a good student.
After receiving a lengthy talk and our schedule from to Provost (he is just sucking up because we donated so much money) Deryk and I were escorted and taken on a tour of Spencer. By none other then Mr. Caleb Danvers.
He sort of reminds me of a cute little puppy I just want to rub his head. Ok a fucking hot puppy but still a puppy.
Danvers I have heard of the name the same way I recognized Reid's. I know of the stories supposedly they are descendants of witches, excuse me warlocks that inhabited the area during the witch trails. The ones forming the Covenant of Silence. Yes I have done my reading of this area. I know a lot about the Early American and European witches. But I highly doubt that these boys have the power.
This Caleb does seem sort of offish towards Deryk though, like he is watching his every move, trying to figure out if he is trustworthy or not.
Oh there it is. The song. Its what I was listening to while flying through to forest at crazy ass speeds with Mr. Garwin the other night.
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My face rests against the cool glass of the car window as I peer out at the passing trees. There is so much green out there. I can not wait to see my new home and explore the surrounding forests. Not that I 'm a big nature freak or anything but I do enjoy going out and having my own little odyssey every once in a while. I am excited to see how the old house looks after all the changes we made. It has been years since it has been inhabited. Mostly because, though it belongs to my family we haven't made it to the States as much as we would have liked to over the years. Actually the house hasn't been lived in since my great great gradfather resided in Ipswich.
I ended up growing up all over Europe pretty much but mainly in France and England. Most kids hate moving around all the time, having to leave familiar places and friends behind for new ones. But that never bothered me much. Maybe I'm a little cold heart or something but I just never get attached to something enough for it to hurt when it is taken away.
Maybe it is a device I use to sort of distance myself from pain, but we all have our way to handle things and it seriously doesn't bother be. I am closest with Deryk and certain members of my family. I am not completely hopeless though I do have a few other friends or I guess acquaintances are more of what you could call them. Most of them are either family friends or people I have worked with in the past but I enjoy there company enough to not feel like I am missing out.
See I can admit to it, so there for it is not a problem if you acknowledge it. Is it?
I will admit that after watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants I did feel a bit of sadness for my lack of friendship like they had, but then I thought about some of the girls I have meet in the various schools I have attended and I realized I would not get that type of friendship from them. Mostly they were stuck up and too full of themselves and only wanted to befriend me to climb up the social latter. Then again there were the ones that thought I would fix them up with Deryk.
So I seclude myself sometimes. Absorbing myself in books and dancing its not that bad.
Oi! I can't take it anymore. What is this shit?
After small pleasantries and simple chit chat Reid and I fell into a somewhat comfortable silence.
Ok, I lie not silence. I can seriously not take whatever shit is on the radio right now.
"Are you enjoying this?" I turn towards the driver beside me he seems to have been lost in his thought staring out at the road ahead of us.
" Huh what?" he just twitched like I shot him with a single bolt from one of those electro shock resuscitator things you see them use on hospital shows. Guess he was off in his own little world.
" Do you mind if I change what is one the radio cuz' personally I can't take much of this any more". I pull my legs into an Indian position to get more comfortable and reach out to change it.
" Sure what ever, just none of that pop-y shit." Blondie is practically bouncing in his seat over there, wonder what's got him so happy go lucky?
After scanning through basically all the channels this car has to offer I have come to a conclusion. The stations here suck. You would think this car would at least have an XM built in or something.
"There's nothing on" I mumble giving up in my search. Fucking Celine Dion. My Gram's loves her. I mean there is a time and a place for Celine and I am defiantly not in the mood right now.
" hey, well my ipod and the car adapter thing is in the bag behind my seat" I guess the blond wonder doesn't want to settle for Celine either.
I unfasten my seat belt to lean over my seat and the center console to reach his bag. Next thing I know I am being thrown towards the front of the car with unspeakable force, how fast were we going? My survival mode kicks in and I clench onto the back of my seat like it is the only thing holding my on to this world. I think a yelp of surprise and a few curse words must have come out of me because now he is laughing.
Oh he did that on purpose that little prick.
"What there was a fox in the road?" he thinks he can fool me with his fake innocence and charm.
"Oh I'm sure there was" I don't even give him the evil glare I was conjuring up I just go back to the task at hand. Better music. "Where is it… oh a never mind" I drop back down into my seat with said bag in hand, well I guess you could call it more of a pounce. I'm a fuckin' cheetah.
"Hey watch the bag. The ipods in the front pocket." What does he think I'm going to mess with his precious shit..
"Are you a photographer?" In my hunt for the Ipod I make another discovery.
"huh? Oh umm… I dabble with it. Be careful with that."
"Relax, what do you normally take pictures of, do you have a specific style or just what ever interest you at the moment?" I delicately open the smaller pouch to farther inspect the camera that I found.
"Umm, mostly landscapes sometimes people. I like to play with different lighting's, angles and shit." He tries to blow it off with a nonchalant tone but I can tell how much he enjoys and can also detect a small amount of surprise in his voice.
" Holy bejesus… is this a Leica R8?" this camera is fucking awesome not to mention it cost more then 2,600. wow.
" You know your cameras?" now he is generally surprised and from the slight smug appearance proud of his baby. Hell I would be to this camera is no lie 'the shit'.
"A little, I used to go to an art school and we were encouraged to take up an elective other then our major. To 'broaden our artistic view' and whatnot. I actually enjoyed it. Also I have some friends that are photographers. Sooo I know more then your average person but not much" I guess you could call them friends, easier then explaining the alterative.
He seems to ping pong that back in his brain for a little while before commenting.
" umm. What was your major?"
"What." I was starting to drift in my thoughts again, I swear I have ADD or something but no one believes me.
"When you were in art school?" he says like explaining to a three year old. I have ADD I'm not slow. Compared to the air pocket brained birds he is probably used to. Opps! He did ask a question. Answer Krysta.
"Oh umm yeah, I danced, well I still dance just not at that school.
" Ah, like the nutcracker and shit?" I'm surprised he even knows of that one. Oh my, I just had the image of him in tights parading around being the prince with he snow queen. Good god my mind. Ha.
"Well I was only in the nutcracker twice. I am not much for the pointe shoes and ballet. I'm good at it don't get me wrong I still train in ballet because I believe every dancer needs it for the technique but it's not really my style." Oh there I am with my rambling.
" uh ha, what is your style" I bet he was drifting in and out of that little ramble fest of mine lets wake that mind of his up.
"Well mainly burlesque and exotic." I say that in the most casual way like I am explaining which kind of toothbrush I prefer.
He coughs like he has just choked on his own spit. I got him with that one.
" Excuse me?" he just looks over at me like I have more then one head. I can't hold it in anymore I have to laugh at that.
"I was joking (laughfest) with you (laugh). Okay settled. I thought I lost you throughout my rambling and decided to test if you were really paying attention."
" Oh" all the boy says is 'oh'. Never mind I can see him trying to stifle that laugh while stair back at the road. Let it out.
" But to answer your question I prefer more of the contemporary and modern forms of dance. But ill do anything; I just generally like to be performing.
"Want to be famous and all that". He seems like he is looking for something in the woods surrounding us. What is he deer spotting? Its not season, is it? Hell if I would know. I finish hooking up the Ipod and put it of shuffle.
"Umm not really…" he cuts be off
"How do you feel about off roading?" he say looking over with a smirk.
"What" he is a random one.
"Put your seat belt back on." And we peel off into the forest while the speakers begin to blare out a heave rock tune.
Sometimes when I am driving in a car and listening to a song it makes me think, if I die in a car crash, what will I be listening to? I know a little morbid but its how my mind works. But I don't think of this as we are bounding down a dirt path at incredible speeds. I enjoy the rush. Flourish in it. I look over and Blondie is enjoying it just as much. He is two seconds away for full out laughing in enjoyment hysterics. He reaches over and turns up to song. The guitar tone and raw voice of the singer does accent this joy ride nicely. Turn after turn, it amazes me how he does not scrape the car. But I guess what does it matter it is a rental and all. I'll admit he drives as well as me, maybe better, but I could take him with a bike any day.
" I'm hungry". He yells before turning down the music and pulling back onto the main road. That was fucking nuts. Wish I would have planed it.
"Did all that make you famished?"
"What can I say? I'm a growing boy."
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"K…Krysta" a hand is waving frantically in front of my head. Oh its Deryk. " Class is over." Is he a humming bird?
"Oh sorry I sort of spaced out there for a minute."
"Yea you did crazy girl, its time for lunch though Caleb invited us to sit with him and his friends." I see Caleb smiling in our direction down by the door. I return the friendly smile.
"Sure, Sure lets go."
I will admit the lunch food isn't too bad. This chicken salad is probably going to be my new meal for the rest of my high school career. Upon placing my hind end down at the table I was introduced to Caleb's girl friend Sarah (she reminds me of a rabbit in a funny sort of way, awe the puppy and the rabbit) up next was Kate Tunney she seems nice and all but you can defiantly detect an undertone of bitch in her. What I would do to have hair that straight. Her hair is simply amazing. And next up is her boyfriend and form what I perceive Caleb's wing man Pogue Parry, another one of these "sons" as they are called. I wander if…
" Hey are you the one we saw getting off of the Ducati this morning? Deryk states towards Pogue.
" Yeah that would be me. You have a bike?" how is this guy in high school? Just look at him.
"Yeah Krysta and I both do but we mainly just ride dirt bikes"
"Which we should defiantly do when we get home" I been dieing to go through that woods ever since I saw the trails we have out back last night.
Pogue looks over at me and offers a smile. From beside him I can see Kate giving me an evil glare and snuggling into his side to mark her territory. I got it, why does every girl think every other girl is out to take their man, I mean he is hot and all but I don't really for the long hair thing. He does sort of remind me of Achilles though wonder if he has the muscles like him too.
" Ah, yeah about that Krys, I am going to go to the guys swim practice tonight and see if I can get a spot on the team, so I wont be back till later."
" No that's fine I know how much you want to be on a team again. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"Actually I can give him a ride home so you don't have to drive all the way back here." Why do I get an off feeling about tall dark and brooding puppy boy?
"Are you sure? Is not that big of a problem."
" Not a problem at all."
"Thanks man." Deryk says giving Caleb one of those mainly pound/handshake things.
Out of the corner of my eye I see another boy grace our presence at this table. If he is a Simms I might fall over laughing right this instance. Okay put the drink down Krysta you do not want a repeat of the spitfest.
"This is Tyler , Tyler this is Deryk and Krysta they just transferred in." Caleb
Tyler shakes Deryk's hand " Simms nice to meet you." And I shit myself now.
He offers a Hello in my direction, it would be too far and awkward to shake mine over the length of the table. He studies my face for a moment more then necessary.
Maybe because I am about to burst in this irony.
"You sort of look familiar" Simms says regarding me again with a quizzical gaze.
Deryk chokes on his drink nearly mimicking my spitfest. I hit is back forcefully urging him to keep it together.
"Watch yourself Der… umm yeah I get that a lot, dooface her finds it funny I guess."
Poor Tyler is blushing redder than the apple in front of me. He must be one of those shy types; I find it kind of cute. He has a pair of one of the deepest blue almost navy eyes I have ever seen. I wonder if he will figure out where he thinks he knows me from. That would be interesting. And there is Caleb again searching in my brothers direction with is scrutiny. What is this kid's deal? Does he act this guarded towards all new comers?
After meeting all of them part of me was thinking, maybe hoping Reid went to school here also, but I guess he did look a little older then a high school student.
I want to say sorry for making you guys that read this wait so long.
Its not that I don't have chapters written, I actually have a shit load it just they are not till further on in the story.
So please stick it out with me while I wait to be inspired or the beginning and leading up to those points.
This last chapter was not really my favorite just learning little tidbits about my Krysta and some Reidishness.
But once I get moving along I will be dishing out chapters like a power house for you guys.
If you must know I had to get my wisdom teeth out and then take a last minute trip to South Carolina to watch my cousins, aka not much writing time.
If you guys have any suggestions for the beginning parts of the building of krysta/reid friendship I am all ears. Well I guess eyes since I'll be reading your comments but yes. Go for it .
Thank you for your time loyal readers.