Tessa P.O.V.
"So. Have you figured out what your going to do yet?"
I sighed. After a long chat with my older sister Vanessa I had spent the weekend wondering what I was going to do about my problem and I had yet to come up with a solution. "I don't know."
"Well I can't exactly tell you what to do, but if I was in your place I'd try to move on. It's obvious he's in love with this other girl and I think you should let them be happy and besides..." I tuned out after that, choosing to study my sister instead. Unlike me, Vanessa would have no problem getting a guy like Percy. She was taller than me, reaching just about 6 ft., tall I know. She also had waist length hair that fell in hazelnut waves and framed her heart shaped face perfectly. Her eyes were a beautiful violet blue and her lips were this perfect pink, shaped like cupids bow. She was curvy, yet thin and had eyes on her wherever she went, whether she noticed them or not.
I felt boring in comparison.
I was 5 foot 7, with strait, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. My face was more oval shaped, my eyes an icy blue and I couldn't grow curves to save my life. The mean girls at school would say I was a sixteen-year-old trapped in a twelve-year-old body.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I am, I'm just thinking as well."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, come on we've got to get to school."
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Classes were boring, as usual. We had learned most of what they're teaching right now in sixth grade, so it was really easy and boring, for me at least.
When I got to the cafeteria for lunch, I immediately spotted my best friend Jackie sitting at our normal table. I was about to wave until I noticed who else was at our table. No matter how much I needed to talk to Jackie, I couldn't be anywhere near him.
I immediately changed direction and went to sit with my other friend Alex. Unlike me and Jackie, Alex was a senior. It was actually a weird story as to why we were friends.
See we had barely acknowledged each others existence for a few years. During my freshman year here at Goode was the first time I saw Percy and slowly found a crush. The end of school dance came around and I ended up going with this nice boy named Cody. We ended up dating until midway through sophmore year, when he showed his true colors.
When I found out what he was really like, was the same time he figured out I wasn't going to give him what he wanted and broke up with me. I didn't cry, or scream, or beg him to take me back. No.
I ran.
I ran for a long time, until I couldn't run anymore. Only then did I cry. I had ended up running to the middle of Central Park where Alex found me and helped me pull myself together. She took me home and silently watched as I proceeded to tear my room apart, my radio blaring the first c.d. I touched, which happened to be Taylor Swift. After I was done, she then comforted me and spent the night with me since my parents where out of town. School the next day was horrible and I had no idea where to sit at lunch, since I didn't know if Alex and I were friends now. She let me sit with her and her friends, Percy included, until I found a friend of my own, who happened to be Jackie, who was a new student at the time. The rest of sophomore year passed by okay.
Alex and I aren't the best of friends, but since that day we have always been there for each other. When we have no one else to go to, we got to each other. We've told each other all our secrets, fears and pretty much everything about us. We don't judge each other, and always stand up for one another.
As I sat down at her lunch table, she welcomed me with a warm and understanding smile.
She introduced me to the new faces: Percy's girlfriend ,Annabeth, a girl with striking blue eyes named Thalia, and a boy in an old timely pilots jacket called Nico, and her brother Jake.
"I didn't know you had a brother Alex," I commented.
"Not many people know, he went to a special school for the deaf for a long time," Alex replied, her voice was as soft and musical like always. Almost like Vanessa's but Alex's voice was more alto while Vanessa's was high and silky.
"Really, I have a cousin who is hard of hearing," I said, then to Jake, " Do you know sign language?"
"Yeah," He said. "But I'd rather not talk about it." His voice was deep, silky and rough like he didn't use it often, I liked it.
I shrugged, my cousin doesn't like to talk about her hearing problems either. "So Annabeth, your dating Percy?"
"Yeah, we've been together for about three years now." She replied with a voice that sounded like the wind, soft but hard.
"That's cool, but be careful of the cheerleaders, they can be ruthless." And their voices are terrible, but I didn't say that. I didn't tell anyone about my thing with voices, except for my family and The Doctor. The others had started other conversations while me and Annabeth were talking. I could hear Percy's deep and waterfullistic voice, Brian's husky voice and two new ones. A sharp metallic voice and a slow, scary, old-fashioned voice; both voices sounded lovely.
"Trust me, I can handle a bunch of cheerleaders."
I was just about to reply when the cafeteria door burst open and a teenage guy who looked like a Latino Santa elf came in.
"Wassup peoples?" He asked in an excited voice when he reached our table and sat down. His chocolaty colored hair was curly and messy. He wore black jeans, a white dress shirt with black suspenders and tennis shoes. His eyes were a warm brown and his voice was warm and fiery.
"Leo? What are you doing here?" Percy asked.
In the background, I heard him say my name in that cold, hard voice of his, although to anyone else it might not have sounded so harsh, but they can't hear what I can.
I stood up after saying that I had to go and left the cafeteria. I walked to my car, periodically making sure I wasn't being followed. When I got to my car, I got into the drivers seat and left.
I turned on my Ipod, which was hooked up to the sound system, and listened to the voices of the artists singing. Don't Let Go by Miles Fisher came on and I couldn't help but sing along with his soft alto voice.
Will tomorrow be better
When yesterday things got worse?
Just when I'm moving forward
You go and put me in reverse
And just because we were
That don't mean that we are meant to be
No, but who cares what tomorrow brings
If it can't make sense of you and me?
But I've got you
And I can't imagine any day without you
It makes me wanna shout
And I'm singin'
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
Don't open your eyes just yet
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
It's not time to wake up yet
It's too late
To cut you out
You're in my blood
You're gonna spread
Your smell, your taste
Your laugh
Stuck in my heart
And trapped in my head
But now I've got you
And I can't imagine any day without you
It makes me wanna shout
And I'm singin'
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
It's not time to wake up yet
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
Don't open your eyes just yet
If I could wake up
How I dreamt
I wouldn't feel
So tired
Your eyes
That laugh and cry
Can't seem the
Eyes of liars
But that don't mean
I love you less
And that don't mean
I want you more than right now
Baby, right now
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
It's not time to wake up-
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
Don't open your eyes just yet
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
It's not time to wake up yet
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hold on, don't let go
Don't open your eyes just yet
Miles Fisher is one of my favorite voices, along with the voices in One Republic, and a lot of others. Speak of the Devil a One Republic song came next.
Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone
New names and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say
Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
To my friends in New York, I say hello
My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years or so
Paris to China to Colorado
Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out
Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now
We all got our stories but please tell me
What there is to complain about
When you're happy like a fool
Let it take you over
When everything is out
You gotta take it in
Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
A good good life
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hopelessly
I feel like like there might be something that I'll miss
Hopelessly
I feel like the window closes oh so quick
Hopelessly
I'm taking a mental picture of you now
'Cause hopelessly
The hope is we have so much to feel good about
Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life, oh yeah
A good, good life
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah, a good good life, good life
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Who-ah, who-ah, listen,
To my friends in New York, I say hello
My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years or so
Paris to China to Colorado
Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out
Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now
We all got our stories but please tell me
What there is to complain about
That song is my anthem. I listen to it every morning and night. Plus the voice soft with a hint of an accent placed in Colorado.
While voices continued playing through my stereo I couldn't help but think of Jake, the way his voice sounded, how his golden hair fell into his two different colored eyes. I like them that way, one brown one purple, they were unique. His lips were this nice pale pink and the color fit in nicely with his tan skin. He was lean as well and was probably tall, though it was hard to tell since he was sitting down.
I vaguely remembered seeing his picture at Alex's house, but never commenting on it.
I reluctantly stopped my thoughts in their tracks and parked my car before going into the beautiful building I have come to hate.
And that's the chapter. I hoped you guys enjoyed it. I have three things I would like to go over.
1. Update Schedule.
I have made a schedule for updating that will start next month, a.k.a. October. The schedule is as follows:
week 1-DAG
week 2-One shot
week 3-DAG
week 4- write
2. What's a beta?
3. Reviews.
I don't really care if you leave a review or if you don't. Yeah, I like it when you do, but you don't have too.
Also, if you guys have any suggestions or things you don't like, feel free to tell me. I'm a big girl, I can take criticism.
Oh, I want to know what you guys think the thing with the voices is.