I Wish Fate Won't Play Games
Chapter 4
" Darien, I need to get cleaned up!" Serena stood in front of the still-laughing Darien.
" I have to get home," Amy muttered, glaring darkly at the perky Lita. She walked past her, and muttered, " At least I don't have a badly grown afro that's devouring my head."
Mina snorted, and giggled, " You're right Amy! It DOES look like it's eating your head!"
Lita growled, " Remember whose car is taking you home."
Mina sniffed. " Children are seen, but their threats are not heard."
" Uh…" Raye bit her lip. " I don't think that's how it goes Mina."
Mina merely scoffed. Then she flashed a quick grin. " Let's run to the car, and lock it, until Lita agrees to keep her hair like that for school tomorrow!"
Raye laughed. They rushed off in a flash, with Lita on their heels.
" Come on, Serena," Darien tugged on a piece of her hair. " You can shower at my house," he offered.
There was a tornado of whirling images in Serena's mind. Instead of seeing Darien talking to her, Serena's eyes saw the future. A pair of entangled legs, a flash of flannel, a rubber yellow duck, and…an umbrella were shown quickly, and then whisked away.
" Serena? Let's go," Darien pulled her along with her to his motorcycle.
" Bye, Serena!" Mina cried as she drove the car about 2 feet.
" Hold on! Wait for me!" Lita cried as she ran after the car. The car screeched to a halt.
" Sorry, about that," Mina apologized and winced at Lita's murderous glance.
" I shouldn't have left the keys in the car," Lita muttered to herself, as she got in.
" We were just joking Lita!" Mina whimpered, as Lita took control of the steering wheel. " Help!" Mina mouthed to Serena through the back window, from her seat in the back.
Darien chuckled, as he placed the helmet on Serena's head. " Your friends, are the wildest," he told Serena.
" Nah, you are," Serena teased.
" True," Darien winked as he got on the bicycle. Serena climbed on, and placed her hands on his waist. Leaning her head on his back as he whizzed through the streets, Serena remembers meeting Darien.
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It was my first time in a public school. I used to go to a private school, but my parents transferred me to a public school, so that I can meet people of all walks of life. Being as scared as I was, I clutched my books to my chest, and walked up the school steps. Sitting there was a group of students, laughing at something a guy sitting in the center had said. Quietly, I tried to sneak past them. They didn't seem like the kind of people I would hang out with. The guys had on extremely large pants and spiky colored hair. The girls had piercing in other places than their earlobe and clothes I'm sure would fit my teddy bear. I know I was supposed to be open-minded, but…I wasn't that open minded. After all, my parents didn't expect me to be friends with…those type of people?
" Hey! You! Are you new here?" a blonde girl called out over a guy's shoulder.
I winced. I had hoped they were referring to someone else, but no, everyone in the circle had turned around and stared at me. Feeling beads of sweat break out on my palms I nodded in answer. The blonde jumped from her spot on the steps, and stood in front of me. Flashing a bright smile, she introduced herself as Mina. Trying to ignore her heavy glitter eye shadow and mascara, I nodded a greeting at each person she introduced. There was an Amy here, a Ken there, but the one name that stuck was Darien. He was sitting in the center, wearing a leather jacket and a disdain expression.
" So, why are you here? Private school snobs aren't awed at your money anymore? You have to rub it into our faces?" Darien sneered.
I stepped back. A familiarity crept around the corner. " Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked tentatively.
" Yeah," Darien ran his fingers through his jet-black hair casually. " I'm your next door neighbor," he answered simply.
" But…how come you never went to Rye Christi Academy?" I asked confused. Every child in my neighborhood had gone to that prestigious academy.
" Because I didn't want to be stuck with rich snobs like you," he snapped back.
" Come on, Dare. Chill," a brunette soothed. Lita was her name I think.
Deciding that I should go in, I excused myself and mumbled a farewell. As I was walking in the door, I heard Mina ask him why he had acted that way. I rushed in before I could hear his answer, because the warning bell rang. Class had soon begun. Halfway through it, I looked up and saw a familiar mop of black hair. Darien was entering the classroom lazily.
" What are you doing here Shields?" my teacher had demanded. " This isn't your class."
" I know," Darien grinned indolently. " What is a senior doing in a sophomore class?" he posed the question to the air, mimicking the teacher's voice. " Probably because old Thompson, couldn't handle me, and wanted to send me to the big, bad sophomore teacher, Mr. Marker. Dun dun dun!" Darien laughed.
" I will not be spoken in the manner," Mr. Marker ordered. " Now, you will understand that I have a class, and you will NOT disturb even one student."
" Aye, aye," Darien saluted, and looked around the classroom. When his eyes landed on me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Surely, he had forgotten about me? But no such luck. " I think I'll just take a seat here," Darien said as he stared at the girl sitting next to me. With a squeak, she abandoned the seat for a safer one in the back. I was filled with dread, as Darien turned the chair around, and sat on it. With his arms draped on the top, he cocked his head to the side. " So, how you like being with us poor folk?" he drawled out.
" Us poor folk? You live next door to me. No doubt, you and I are on the same level," I snapped back. I was filled with wonder at where my anger had come from. I stared at Darien, waiting for his answer. His lips had spread into a slow smile, and his blue eyes darken.
" You and me on the same level? Never," he whispered harshly. " Like you, I clearly know my rights. Unlike you, I like to stretch them to the limit."
" Like you, I go to the same school. Unlike you, I don't judge people by their appearance," but the last sentence didn't ring correctly in my mind. I winced noticeably.
Darien scoffed. " You judged me the minute you saw me and my friends!" he snapped. Darien scowled.
Gulping audibly, I made amends. " Maybe we can give it another try?" I asked hesitantly.
Darien looked at me for a bit, and then held out his hand. " Darien Shields, school rebel," he flashed me a sultry grin.
" Serena Tenor," I replied. What had I gotten myself into?
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" Serena, we're here!" Darien said, interrupting her rendezvous with the past.
" Right," Serena loosened her grip on his waist, and took off her helmet. Only when she stepped into his apartment did she remember her visions. " Wonder when the yellow rubber ducky will come?" she thought, as she followed Darien into the deeper parts of his home.
To Be Cont'd…
A/N: I hoped you liked it. I know Darien is OOC, but in my story he's a rebel. I hope it's not too confusing! The flashback is foreshadowing something in the future! ^^() Shouldn't have told you, but that's why it's there. Please review!
