Chapter twenty
one New times for new years
"Why does school have to start today?" Serena groaned, rolling over in her bed as the alarm clock. Hitting it so it would stop buzzing. Crawling over out bed, across the floor and toward the washroom, yawning.
Isabella rolled over looking to her sister, "No, the whole having me still here in case you have a nightmare," she moved off the bed looking to her little sister wearing matching PJs as her. "I'll be in my room getting ready for school..." she pointed to the door slowly.
"I still get them sometimes... Don't judge me." Serena whispered, making her eyes really big and glassy, sticking her lower lip out after a moment. Before opening her washroom. "Okay, see you in a few." She nodded.
Chuckling Isabella walked out of the bedroom heading for her own room, she quickly shut the door going to her bathroom, taking her PJs off, she found herself taking an extra five minutes in the shower, taking care on washing her hair. One thing she said to herself it was this New Year was going to be a new start. One the fact that Serena was going to be taking her drivers test, she was going to miss driving her sister to school. Getting out shower, getting herself ready for school, her favourite long deep olive green jumper, her deep blue bell bottom jeans, her black ankle boots. Making sure her curls were perfect with make up, she was going to make a good start, walking into the kitchen seeing her mother, she still felt weird, "Morning." she sat down on the island picking out a blueberry muffin playing it from one hand to another.
"Morning." Lynda was walking around the kitchen, sipping her coffee. Glancing at her Daughter for a second before checking on fresh muffins in the oven baking.
Serena had gotten dressed in a fitted pair of forest green cargo pants, a dark brown cotton tank top with a black Cardigan she felt unbuttoned and a pair of strapped four-inch heels. Her make-up was a faded look from black to green, she wore silver dog tags that matched her outfit and she crimped her hair, brushing it behind her shoulders. She came downstairs; pondering what classes she'd have this term.
For a second Isabella held a hand up, but placed it down looking over the counters, her eyes going to Serena, "Morning muffins." she waved her muffin before taking a bite, "So," she kept glancing to the clock, "New term, going to be awesome," she thought about all the finals over with, now it was just applying to performing arts colleges.
Serena nodded, picking up a Carrot muffin, sitting down beside her sister. "I'm hoping, because I took Advanced German last term, they gave me University Prep-German this term." Her eyes glittered hopeful. "What are you hoping for?" She looked at Isabella.
"That everyone stops calling me a pedo," her tone dry, "and that you could help me with a lot of college applications." she added while looking to the muffin, "but mainly the people stop insulting me at school..."
"Well, we can't get everything we ask for." Serena logically thought about it, "Though, I can help you with your applications." She smiled, sipping a glass of Orange Juice.
"Yeah," Isabella glanced up to her mother, "you're awfully quiet this morning," her voice cool, her eyes focused on her mother's. "Are you okay?" she kept her face clear, it seemed moving back home wasn't the same, plus the fact both parents treating her like an alien.
"Fine dear, just watching my muffins." Lynda looked to her oldest daughter to her youngest daughter and back again. Biting her finger carefully. Serena made a face.
"Yes, watch them mother," Isabella got up picking her bag up with her, "cos god frowns upon people who use a timer," she laughed. "Come on Sis, think these might be the last days I give you a ride to school..."
"I can see, my life... It's not flashing before my eyes anymore!" Serena said in a Mysterious voice before laughing, pulling her backpack on.
Isabella found her car keys, "Ha, ha that is just so hilarious Serena." she found her coat on the stand putting it on, she glanced to the show that had been shovelled off the drive by Pedro, "Morning," she waved before getting to the driver side of her car getting in, looking to Serena in the passenger seat, "You know, sometimes, I wish I wasn't the person walking in on all the homosexual activities."
"You know, sometimes I wish I wasn't the first person you called after you walked in on all the Homosexual activities." Serena pointed put, getting into Isabella's car after she unlocked it, looking back to her Challenger. "So I will ride you, everyday." She said sexually, before giggling.
"I really do not know what's gotten into you," Isabella said while starting the car up, she glanced back pulling out of the drive. "Cos it's like since November, you've had a personality one eighty." keeping her tone calm, she started the drive to school quickly turning the radio onto her favourite station.
"You know? I'm just... I'm trying to live life in a way that I won't look back on and say; Damn Serena what the hell was wrong with you? - You know what I mean?" She listened to the music.
Isabella kept focused on the road, "Yeah, that is true, but don't lose who you are in the process of not wanting to live in regret," she felt weird speaking the way she was, "I mean, it's a crazy planet, it's only going to get a hell of a lot crazier."
"I know." Serena nodded, she kept thinking about everything the past few months had brought. "So about them applications, how many do you have to do?" She wondered.
"About fifteen," Isabella stopped at a red light while looking over the street, "I am just hoping that I can really pull this off, cos right now, I am not getting any better in ballet, and I am pretty sure dad will throw a ton of money at the school that is furthest away, just to get me out of the state for college."
"Take Lincoln with you?" Serena suggested, thinking about how soon the two of them were going to be separated by distant. It made her sad. "I mean... It's not like Lincoln has any obligations around here, when Michael turns Eighteen and L.J. well... Split Custody."
"Not that simple," starting the car again driving the normal way to school, "but I know I've got a 89% change of getting into a college in Chicago, so I can move in with Linc, and live life like a hood style fairy tale."
"Nothing wrong with a hood styled Fairy tale, as long as you're happy." Serene pointed out with a smile. "Me, I get a shiny Silver badge." She grinned.
"Extra shiny with you owning it," Isabella kept laughing at the idea of her sister really being a Fed, but then she didn't have any ambition, so she didn't want to be hard on her sister's career choice.
"Me and all the other OCD's in the world take offence to that, Isabella." Serena said sharply. While at the same time, cleaning a smudge on the inside of Isabella's windshield.
Isabella glanced over her sister, "Yes, but I am just stating a fact that you can't," she watching her still wiping, "Stop!" she snapped waking her sister's hand away, "That is Linc's boot impression..."
Serena stopped, but it bothered her even more, seeing it just imprinted on the windshield. "Isabella... It's a shoe print!" She bit her finger, trying to look away from it. "Ah!" Serena started rubbing it again.
"Ah Ha!" Isabella pointed pulling into the school parking lot, "you're totally freaking over a smudge on my car, ever proving your inability to leave something imperfect, ever giving me the right to state your badge will be extra shiny!" she laughed turning the engine off.
"I hate you, a lot... Right now." Serena whispered, finally the smudge was gone from the windshield. "I would've been able to leave it, if I didn't notice it!" She grabbed her bag. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find out what classes I'm in."
Michael kept looking from the black board to Serena sitting next to him, he felt weird being in the same class as her again, he pulled a piece of paper from his notebook, When's your driving test? He folded up the note passing it over to her.
Pausing in her Geology note taking, Serena looked over the folded piece of paper, raising her eyebrow at Michael, as she unfolded it, reading it over she replied; 'January 10th, why?' Refolding it and carefully handing it back to him.
Michael simply smiled to himself, he glanced over the board, the teacher sitting at his desk not even bother with paying attention to the class, Michael kept focused down. Just curious... :) he pushed the note back taking more notes from the board down.
Serena glanced to the teacher who wasn't paying attention, she wasn't use to passing notes in class, it made her feel like a bad ass, she glanced around wondering if anyone was watching her and even if they were no one cared. 'Oh, okay, ha-ha. ^.^' She slid it back.
Cute face smiley =P Michael wrote down before pushing it back to her, looking to the time, how long till lunch, and then how long till home time, he kept thinking of all the cool things to do when Serena got her licence.
Serena let out a little laugh that turned into a cough when the teacher glanced up.
'Jealous of my smiley making skills, aren't you Scofield? xP' Sliding it back, she'd copied all the notes on the board, tapping her pen against her paper.
Michael quickly covered his mouth, for a few seconds trying to keep himself laughing, Girl, don't even go there, I made you, I can destroy you -.- he pushed the note with a smirk on his face.
Serena bit her lip, rolling her eyes; ' Oh honey please, =P. You only wish you were half-as powerful as I am. _'
Michael unfolded the note, for a second trying to think of the way of wining this battle, he licked his pen, Well, little girl. ;-; You've no idea who you are playing with ;] so really, you need to learn to lose... =O he slip the note quickly across the table.
Watching the note, re-reading and looking over it, Serena pondered for a long minute before; '=O (|===8... Bet you liked that, didn't you?' And re-passed it back.
For a second Michael choked, he coughed and then laughed trying to stop it, but it only hurt while holding his sides in the chair trying to keep in it.
"Mister Scofield have you got something you'd like to share with the class?" Mister Garrison got to his feet staring at Michael, then looking over Serena.
For a second Michael kept still, "No," he shook his head, "no..." he held in his laughter now.
Mister Garrison glared to Serena, "Have you anything to say?"
Serena, who was itching her arm casually, cleared her throat, grinning at the fact Michael had been laughing so hard, "Uh, no Sir - just discussing male genitalia." Serena said it so seriously, so calmly staring into the teacher's eyes, other students looked confused.
Michael calmed down now, his eyes looking over her face trying not to pass out, but the fact was this wasn't going to end good.
"Well then," Mister Garrison cleared his throat, his green shirt done up perfectly tucked into his darker green trousers, his grey hair brushed flat exposing his bald spot on top, "Maybe you two can enlighten me on this in detention..." he hated this place, part of him wished he was back in his small town of Colorado.
Serena inhaled for a moment, pondering detention. She could see the stress marks around his face, the dislike for this place in his eyes. "You could, give us detention. Or, now this is just a suggestion but, you could let us off with a warning so you don't have to spend anymore time in this place." She gestured to the walls.
"No!" Mister Garrison snapped, "you two will stay after school, and you will be punished for disrupting my class!" his voice rough he sat down listening to the bell going off ending class. "Everyone, Homework is now double the original word count, and you can blame Mister Scofield and Miss Ferrari..." he smirked listening to everyone angry about the matter.
"This won't be good on my spotless record." Serena whispered, putting her books into her bag, as students walked passed Michael and herself making snippy comments. She glanced to the clock.
Lunch, Isabella kept sat on a table looking over Sarah, her hand playing with the leaflets that a teacher in health class gave her, "How to stop your perverted nature and understand your growing body..." her voice mocked looking over the writing. "I think this is seriously getting out of hand," she glanced over Sarah, "What she give you?"
"You're a naughty teenager and if you have sex you'll genitals will rot and fall off." Sarah held up the leaflet, snickering. "And, this one of my favourite; The only reason to be on your knees is to pray!" She laughed this time.
"Well," Isabella picked another one, "Pregnancy, kills!" she laughed, "Cos the explanation point, gives it that much more meaning." she exhaled while looking over the leaflets. "I wouldn't mind if I was getting any..." she exhaled while thinking about Lincoln.
"You and Lincoln still haven't?" Sara made the circle with her finger and pointed her Index finger out, shovelling the finger into the circle. Watching Isabella.
Isabella sighed playing with a French fry, "Nope," she glanced across the lunch hall, "not like I've not tried, I've tried." she brushed her hands down her hair, "But, he says he wants me to really think about it, then he says it's weird..."
"Weird, because of ... What happened in November?" Sarah made a face, putting her plastic spoon into her mouth, "Wow, I mean... You'd have thought if everyone else had gotten over it, he would've too."
"I," Isabella played with her hair, "I just keep thinking, maybe he just doesn't." she laughed, "He doesn't want to do it, cos I'm." she glanced down herself.
"You're what? Amazingly beautiful?" Sarah kept watching her best friend, they didn't hang out a lot out side of school anymore, because they were both extremely busy with a lot of other things.
Isabella looked over Sarah, "I was thinking damaged," her eyes focused on her best friend, she bit her lip. "I've been had, and..." she glanced around, "Maybe I should just give up asking him..."
"I don't think it's that, Isabella, I mean - I'm pretty sure if he thought that, he wouldn't be still dating you. Right?" She pointed to point out the obvious.
For a second Isabella glanced over the leaflets, twirling her hair lightly, for a second glancing back to Sarah, "I just have to make myself a plan." she brushed her free hand making the leaflets fall to the floor, "A plan that will prove him once and for all, that Michael meant nothing to me."