Dream A Little Dream
Chapter 6
A/N: Wow. Been a long time, hasn't it? Sorry it took so absolutely long to get this chappy up…I've had a bad case of writer's block for this fic, as I've been writing a great deal of Moulin Rouge fics lately…I've had more inspiration for those…but all those pleading reviews asking for more chapters got me thinking that I shouldn't leave my readers hanging like that…so here is chapter 6! (And I know it's really short…I really don't have much inspiration for it these days, I'm working on a MR fic about Christian as a little boy, but I will try to continue this as best I can…)
Julia stared in shock at the boy, hoping no one would notice. Had she heard correctly? Did he really say his name was Calvin Hockley? Great-grandson of the person who could only feasibly be Caledon Hockley? As she stared at him, she noticed that she must have been staring too long, for he was looking straight back at her. He had the same smug, smirking stare that the Cal in her dreams had. The Hockleys had come to New York. Another piece had been added to the puzzle. She had the blond artist friend, and now she had the "pleasure" of knowing a Hockley. One who really resembled his great grandfather, she realized. Just as this realization began to sink in, she faintly heard Mr. Tyler tell Calvin to take the empty seat next to her own. "Right over there, next to Julia, with the red hair…" said Mr. Tyler. The boy slid into his seat and didn't even give Julia so much as a glance. The class ended shortly after that, and Julia noticed (sadly) that she and Calvin seemed to have the same schedule.
After the morning classes were over, Julia was grateful for a lunch break. She wanted to talk to Jackie about Calvin and all that went along with that. She sat down at their table and pulled her brown paper lunch bag out of her backpack, and set it onto the table. Jackie arrived shortly after that and took the seat next to hers. "Hey Jul, how's your day going?" asked Jackie. "Weird," said Julia. "Definitely weird." "How so?" asked Jackie. "There's this boy," said Julia, who was interrupted immediately by a suggestive question from Jackie. "A boy, eh? Oh really…" said Jackie. "Very funny Jack, but not quite like that. You see, there's a new boy at the school. He just transferred from Philly.." said Julia. "And he, well, his name is…well…Calvin." "What's so weird about that?" asked Jackie. "It's not just any Calvin," said Julia. "It's Calvin…Hockley." Upon hearing those words, the soda Jackie was drinking shot out of her mouth, splattering the table. "Hockley? As in Caledon Hockley?" she asked. "The great-grandson of," said Julia. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Jackie. "I know…" Julia responded. Julia still hadn't told Jackie about her reincarnation theory, and now wasn't exactly the best time to tell her. And really, when *is* the best time to tell your friend that you're the reincarnated soul of a girl who almost died on the Titanic? Definitely not in the lunchroom of a public New York City high school, that's for sure. "So…what are you going to do?" asked Jackie. "I'm not sure yet," Julia responded. "But I *do* know that I am going to go to trig now," she said. "Well, call me later, k?" Jackie asked. "I will," said Julia.
The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, considering that she had just found out the night before that the was the reincarnation of Rose DeWitt Bukater and that now the great-grandson of Caledon Hockley himself was in almost all of her classes. And from what she noticed about Calvin's demeanor and personality, it seemed to her that he was just a younger, modern version of Cal. And he liked to be called "Cal" too. That did not help at all!