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Escape to the Stars

Chapter 11: The un-expectable happened.

Things were about to get awkward as soon as the bell rang for Math, Tom was my partner. Hopefully Mrs. Lister made us do some independent work, or taking notes are good too. I should just ditch math all together, why aren't I? Simple. I don't want the twins to think I'm scared or avoiding them. Which I want to, but I'm not going to because I didn't do anything, so why should I feel scared anyways?

I was still in the bathroom, clutching my apple for dear life when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. I slowly moved my way out of the bathroom, but not slow enough to be bombarded with girls rushing in to do their makeup. I leaned against the lockers next to my next period, waiting for the warning bell to sound. Bill and Tom were probably already in there, or going to make a really late arrival. Because everyone loved the hell out of them for some unknown reason. Sorry if I sound so sour towards them.

I saw Tom's swag walking down the hall slowly, he'd stop to talk to a girl every now and then, making them swoon. I kicked myself off the locker and filed into the math room. It was chilly, and I'm glad I brought a jacket with me today. I zipped it up to my chin, not caring how I looked, as long as I was warm. I plopped messily in my seat, almost falling out of the chair, but I caught myself. I laid my apple on my desk, not even sure if I wanted to eat it or not.

I got out my yellow warm-up sheet and started filling out what was on the overhead. We were doing group work today, but after we were done taking notes, at least I got to stall for a little while longer. Just as I was finishing up Tom walked his penguin looking ass in. Wobble, wobble, pulls up pants, wobble, wobble, pulls up pants. I felt a smirk playing at the corner of my lips. I scolded myself and made myself go back to being emotionless. For my own benefit.

He silently walked past me, almost tripping on my school bag. Oh how that would have made my day if he tripped and took out a few desks on his way down. The bell rang and Bill quickly walked through the door Ms. Bradley was closing. She gave him a warning look, but let him slide.

I had forgotten to grab a calculator, so I waited for the perfect time to get up and get one. When neither of the teachers were talking. I didn't even want the apple anymore, so I decided I might as well throw it away while I'm at it.

"Ah! Phoebe!" Mrs. Lister exclaimed.

I turned around and gave her a questioning look.

"Thanks for volunteering!" She said in her too happy tone.

"Volunteering for what?" I asked warily. Who knew what their about to get me into if it involved math. They might as well slap a sticker on my forehead and call me a failure!

She took the apple from my hand. "Do you know what you could do with this apple?" She asked.

"Um, eat it?"

"Ah, but this is math, we could always calculate its circumference if it was completely round!" Everyone in the class groaned.

"I should have eaten the apple while I had the chance." I muttered.

Mrs. Lister gave her signature laugh. "I'm joking." She smiled. "Who doesn't love math though?" She asked aloud. A chorus of groans attacked the classroom again.

"I'm going to go sit down." I stated. Taking my chance at a nice seat, away from the crazy math loving teachers. I swear I've never seen someone so absorbed in math.

The notes we took were super boring. But to make things even more awkward I turned in my chair facing Bill, and where I was sideways to Tom. I hoped I was making Bill uncomfortable. And from the side glances I was receiving from him, I knew he was thinking about me. What about, I didn't know.

I remember dozing off with my notebook clutched to my chest. I wasn't asleep, but it was enough to not write notes, for that I was truly glad. Math was so awful. The next thing I remember was that it was time to get into our groups. Damn it all.

As soon as I stood up, getting ready to turn my desk around to face Tom, he protested. "Mrs. Lister, I'd like a new partner."

I rolled my eyes. "Suck it up, it's only one class."

"Whatever. I suck at math, and at the rate you sleep in here you probably suck too." He said fiercely. Bill just sat there, head turning to whoever would talk.

"Cut it out you guys!" The teacher said. "No partner switches if that's what you both are getting at." She scolded both of us like we were her kids. "But Bill will move in this group until his partner returns." I rolled my eyes. Joy.

This was going to be super awkward. I leaned back in my chair and opened up my book. Bill got settled down next to me. I hope they both felt as awkward as I did. I scanned down the page we were supposed to be doing. I most definitely didn't know how to do anything. Until then, I bullshitted my way through most of the questions. I loved the looks on their faces, they tried to work together, but they didn't know how to do anything.

"Phoebe?" Came Ms. Bradley's voice, she sounded very disapproving. She looked at my work over my shoulder. "Are you guys working as a team?" She asked, very well knowing the answer.

"Nope." I stated popping the p.

"And why not?"

"Because were not on good terms at the moment."

She sighed. "In the future you're not going to be able to work with people you like the whole time. So your going to have to suck it up and get over it." Ah, she was too blunt sometimes. "Erase everything, and start off as a group." She commanded before leaving to help someone knew.

I crumbled up my paper and started fresh. "Soo…" I started off.

"No. We don't know how to do anything." Tom said in a clipped voice.

"Why not work together? Then we'd all know what we were doing." I said nicely back.

"I'd rather fail than work with you!" He said, trying to hide his anger.

"Whoa! Very mature, how old are you? Five?" I spat back.

Bill huffed in frustration. "Will you both just be quiet? I'm with Phoebe Tom. We all need to work together to get all this done. I for one, don't need to fail."

"Fine, you go ahead and work with her. I'd rather fail."

"Why don't you grow up?" I stated blankly. I mean he already didn't like me, so what's the use of trying to be nice to him?

"Why don't you shut the hell up? No one wants to hear you talk." He said lowly to me, not wanting the teachers to hear.

Tears started to form in my eyes, I was just so emotional today. "What did I even do to you guys to make you hate me?"

Tom looked a bit freaked out that I might cry. He didn't answer me, but Bill did. "Awh, we don't hate you." He said sympathetically.

I shook my head sadly. "It sure seems like it." I stated quietly.

"Can we talk about this after class?" Tom asked me. I only nodded.

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Me and Tom had a class together next, which happened to be Spanish. I was definitely not going to pay attention in there. In math we all decided to shut our mouths but worked together. The teachers were pleased to say the least. I was on an emotional roller coaster and I hated crying, so this didn't help any.

Tom sat down in front of me in Spanish. We were watching a movie in here today, so we could basically just do whatever. Me and Tom ended up passing notes back and forth. The teacher didn't seem to care as long as we were quiet. I didn't like her already, she should at least try to care about her job.

T: I'm sorry about my behavior, it just takes me a while to trust new people. It's really hard for us.

P: It's fine. I mean could you at least tell me what I did wrong?

T: I thought you were untrustworthy, so I jumped to conclusions.

P: What are you guys hiding?

T: Well, its not really a secret, if you figure it out, good for you. But if you don't, we'll tell you someday when we know we can trust you.

P: I can wait.

T: I know. :] And I can tell were going to be the odd pair to get into arguments over the dumbest shit, so we might as well apologize in advance. So, I'm sorry :D

P: lol, I'm sorry too :P So, what are you guys doing after school?

T: Were going to a photo shoot, doing a couple of interviews, you know, the usual :3

P: Smart alec. So you guys aren't doing anything then?

T: Idk yet, we might be. I'll have to ask, then have Bill call you.

P: Aha, I'm so glad I'm worthy of your attention!

T: Haha, I know, your one of the luckier ones.

Yeah, Tom was pretty great once we started to get along, he was one of the funniest, perverted people I knew. For that I was grateful, at least he would make me have a good laugh. He was like the big brother I never had, he was protective of me, that much I could feel. I could feel it radiating off of him whenever someone would get too close, or when someone would crack a joke about Americans. I mean it's whatever. But Tom would always tense up or something.

I'm glad we had everything straightened out, because I think I might have actually gone legit crazy if I had to go through this school year with no friends. Why not make new ones you may ask? Well, I feel too depressed to actually pot forth effort in meeting anyone new. Maybe in time I'll try to find someone to connect to besides the boys? I sure hope, because I'd love some girl time every now and then. That's what I'll miss most about my friends, hanging out, gossiping, talking about crushes.

It's going to take some time to adjust for sure, but I already knew that. It was almost the end of Spanish class when the call for me came. "Phoebe?" Mrs. Spagnola called from her phone. I looked at her and she waved it at me. "It's for you." It was embarrassing to get a phone call in the middle of class, I've never had it happen before. I was instantly worried, I hope nothing bad happened, I couldn't deal with any more pain in my life.

"Hello?" I asked. You could hear the worry dripping out of my voice.

"Hi, um, yes," She stuttered out her introductions. "I'm Ms. Sawyer from the counselors office, and we'd like to meet with you briefly."

"Ok, when would you like me to come down?"

"Right now if that's alright?"

"Sure thing." We hung up, and I felt weird, why would I have to see the counselor for anyways? And better yet I had no idea how I was supposed to get there.

Mrs. Spag walked up behind me. "What'd they need you for?" She asked in a thoughtful voice.

"Um, I'm needed in the counselors office, but I have no clue where it is." I said shyly. She didn't intimidate me, but I'm always this way towards most adults.

"I'll take her!" Tom said from his desk, wagging his arms in the air. I rolled my eyes.

She smirked. "I bet you will Kaulitz." She wrote down a note on a piece of paper for me, my exit pass. "If I allow you to go, I want you straight back here, got it mister?" She eyed him, not trusting him.

He smirked back. "Sure." He said in that sly tone of his. She just rolled her eyes but allowed us to go.

"Where is the counselors office anyways?" I asked in wonder.

He laughed. "It's only at the bottom of this staircase, I don't see why she let me come with you. No complaints here though, at least I get out of class."

I scoffed. "Class was almost over, and we were watching a movie."

He smiled. "I hate sitting. Plus who cares about Spanish anyways?"

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe not you, but tons of people I'm sure."

"Well here we are, hopefully they don't keep you too long, but if they do I'll just have Bill call you later and talk to you about plans ok?" He sounded like he was genuinely trying to put an effort to keep from starting a dumb argument with me. I cherished that.

I gave him a hug. He tensed up for a second but leaned into my touch for a while. "You have no idea what this means to me." I said sadly. My voice gave him chills, I felt him shudder.

"What me taking you to the counselors office?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

I shook my head happily. "No, you guys being my friends. I really need someone, and you guys do a pretty damn good job at making me smile."

"Ah, well for that I'm glad." He smiled again. He bent down and lifted me off the ground in a giant hug. "And even though we may get into future arguments, and may not talk for longer than this. I'll never hate you Phoebes."

I smiled in his dreaded hair. "Thanks Tom, you really are great. No matter how many times I tell you off, call you a douche, or an asshole, or someone who's…"

"I think I get it." He laughed at me.

I smirked. "I'll never hate you either."

He gently sat me down and pushed me towards the office. "Remember, we'll call you later. Or text. However lazy we feel." I rolled my eyes but nodded. I made my way into the counselors office, my stomach felt really upset. I was nervous, I wondered why I was down here.

"Ah Nevaeh?" A short and chubby woman asked.

"Yes, that's me." I said back.

"I'm Ms. Sawyer, please have a seat." She smiled at me. I complied. "I'm guessing you're wondering why you're here?" Before I could answer she carried on. "Mrs. Tudder reported that she is very worried for you, what happened this morning, if I may ask?" She had her pencil and clipboard ready.

I shrugged. "It's tough moving to a new country. Emotions finally getting to me, you know, homesickness." I tried to keep my answers vague, I absolutely didn't want a stranger knowing my life, trying to help or not.

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Lets just say the 'therapy' session went on until school was over with, this bitch put me in tears. She told me how I was only pushing away people by not opening up to them. I mean sooorry for not wanting to trust people too easily! I also didn't want to be judged as the girl who came here by a freak accident! I knew my mind was over reacting with all this information, but I just didn't know how to deal with it yet.

And now I was in no mood for company. She just hollowed me out, shut me down, hung me up to dry. Well I think you understand. For the second time today I wondered around the school with tears streaming down my face, I'm just glad this time it was empty. I bounded out the school doors with my bag hitting my hip every angry step of the way. I unzipped my jacket and used my sleeves to dry off my eyes, I sniffled. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and hung my head. That's how I walked home from school.

I walked super slow, because I didn't want to be in a huge house all alone, but eventually I made it there and had to face my fears. Alone with no one but Bingo, who was in the boy's yard anyways, so it didn't matter. I wanted to be happy, I really did, but I have a far way to go to be happy. I had to fully recover and come to terms with what happened in my life, and I cant bring myself to just yet.

I wondered if anyone would wish me a happy birthday either. I sat on my couch and watched TV for hours with my phone sitting on the coffee table in front of me. I had a few stray texts from old friends, but no one remembered so far. It was nearing midnight, and I wanted to sit outside under the stars. It would help me clear my head if anything.

I rummaged around in my dad's old boxes for a baseball bat, no way was I going outside to face that ferocious possum with nothing this time. I sat on the giant box with the bat thrown across my lap, I watched my phone clock tick down the time until my birthday was officially going to be over. Tears welled in my eyes. Any second now. The clock went to 12am, and that's when the un-expectable happened.

Bill called me.

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