Chapter 3
Reagan opened her locker, and looked at her locker neighbor.
"Hey Reagan." A girl with blonde hair asked. Reagan rolled her eyes inside.
"Hi." Reagan replied. The girl smiled, she was really pretty, and dressed in a mini skirt and a v-neck short sleeve tee-shirt that showed enough cleavage.
"Jeeze Alli showin some skin?" Reagan asked, getting her books. Reagan didn't dress nearly as revealing, but still managed to look cute in her white 'Nike' sports pants, and her black short sleeve 'Billabong' surf shirt. Reagan also had a special way she handled most people. She would say what she had to say to people's faces, and would never talk behind anyone's back, but still, she was nicer than she should be. She had gotten in to many fights with people saying things that she never said, so she decided to not say anything at all. It's what ruined her friendship with Alli in the first place. Alli laughed.
"Well you know me." Alli joked. Reagan put on a fake smile and walked away. She walked down the hallway, saying hi to all the people who thought of themselves as her friends.
From her experience, girls had convinced her that they were too emotional to actually be true friends. Only two girls she felt she could trust and neither of them were in any of her classes. She caught a girl who considered Reagan and her to be best friends, and Reagan didn't think so, not at all.
"Oh, hey Ray didn't see ya there!" A girl with short, brown hair cheerfully greeted. Her hair was tucked behind her ears in the front, in the back she had spiked it up. Another fake smile and hello she fed her "best friend".
"Hey Abbey." Reagan replied. She knew Abbey was on the way to Alli's locker. This didn't bother her, it used to, because the two would constantly pull themselves away from everyone else but it didn't even push her buttons anymore. Reagan simply didn't care. She passed the homeroom of one of the only people in the school she actually likes. Becky sat with her blonde hair hanging down at her shoulders, getting ready for class to start. Reagan sighed, she didn't talk to Becky as often as she'd like. She turned the corner into her homeroom, science.
"Reagan!" A girl with chocolate brown hair called. The girl was fairly small, and had light blue eyes.
"Hey Rachel." Reagan greeted mono-toned. She sat down, and watched as Alli finally entered. Abbey was in Becky's homeroom.
The day passed more, as Reagan anxiously waited for the school day to end. Lance was in the opposite hallway, along with her other truly best friend, Devin. Devin had short black hair and turquoise eyes.
She thought about meeting Phoebe. She could almost bet things weren't going to work out. She kept asking herself, "If she didn't want me fourteen years ago, what's gonna change fourteen years later?" And didn't find any answer. She protected herself by not attaching to anything. Abbey and Alli had taught her that lesson. In her opinion, they were demons. She remembered how Abbey had said she wouldn't go out with a guy because of his name. Abbey didn't look BAD, but in Reagan's opinion Abbey couldn't afford to think that way. Alli could. But Reagan had faith that Alli would learn her lesson soon enough.
"You're leaving?! Your SOOOOO lucky!" A girl with pale blonde curly hair and blue eyes exclaimed. Reagan smiled and nodded.
"Yeah I know. I'm going to come back when I grow up, but it will be on the other side of the island." Reagan replied. Bekah, the girl that had told her she was lucky didn't like a lot of people either, but still Reagan couldn't bring herself to be friends with her. She sighed and flashed Becky a smile. She would be one of the people she would keep in touch with.
P.E came, and Reagan listened to the locker room 'gossip.' Coming from fourteen year olds wearing thongs. She couldn't help but break down in laughter. Unfortunately, Abbey was in three of her classes, so that's where they came in contact.
"Move it." A girl with bleached blonde hair ordered. Reagan finished putting her red gym shorts on over her boy short underwear, and stood firmly.
"Isn't that cute? She had two words in her vocabulary. Maybe you should add the word please." Reagan said. She still had not put on her shirt, so she had a whit cammi on, and was clearly not caring. The girl looked up.
"Oh you wanna start something Trieber?" The girl asked, slamming her books down. Reagan laughed.
"Oh, three to seven good job dumb ass now are you gonna ask nicely or move or should I?" Reagan asked. She was being patient enough. The girl took a step up to her,
"You gonna move when I'm dun wit you." The girl replied. Reagan shook her head and drew back her fist. She heard Abbey start to laugh and sit down. The girl took a swing at Reagan but she caught her fist and backhanded her in the jaw, hearing the crack.
"Say something now." Reagan ordered, pushing the girl to the floor and putting on her shirt. Capping came from behind her as she saw the girl stumble to her feet. Reagan and Abbey left the locker room.
Sitting in squads, the woman P.E teacher was taking attendance.
"Ms. Trieber Mrs. Jones would like to see you in her office. Here's a pass." The woman said, handing Reagan a pass as Reagan got to her feet. She looked at Abbey who was still laughing. She walked down to the office.
While sitting in the chair, still in her uniform she thought about things. She had a memory that she often looked back on, actually many of which.
She remembered going down a slide, and almost knocking a girl over. Both of them looked to be about four or five.
"Hi." The little girl said who had dark skin. Reagan smiled, this time a real smile.
"Hey." Reagan replied. She heard her name being called and she looked at her acquaintance.
"I got to go my daddy's calling me." Reagan said. The little girl looked at red headed, strongly built Michael and tilted her head.
"Where's your mommy?" The girl asked Reagan. Reagan shrugged.
"I don't have one. Just my dad." Reagan replied. The little girl laughed.
"Yeah you do! Everyone has a mommy, you NEED your mommy." The girl corrected. Reagan's smile faded and she shook her head.
"I don't have a mom and I don't NEED a mom, I don't WANT a mom." Reagan almost screamed. The little girl was taken back and started crying, Reagan was too, on the inside.
Looking back on that made her hurt. Although it was unclear why, she thought it was the first time she had tried to actually believe she didn't want to see her mom. Maybe because it was the first of many events that led to her callas she had grown on her heart.
Again, she remembered another event. Looking at a brown coffin, there was a body inside. A man with red hair, green eyes and a strong body. They only showed half his body. Lance was next to her.
"It's okay. Daddy's in heaven." Lance calmed. Reagan took a step away.
"Yep. I'm going to the bafroom." Reagan announced in a whisper to Lance. Lance nodded. Reagan walked past the bathroom, and right to the exits of the small funeral home without any of the people noticing. She took a step out side, and started running towards the street. She tripped and fell, feeling her skin scratch along the ruff pavement. She looked up at a woman who bent down to her.
"Hey little girl, are you okay? Where's your mommy and daddy?" The woman asked. Reagan started to cry at this point, but not because of the cut.
"I don't have a mommy. I don't want one and I don't need one. My daddy died and he's in there and I don't need him either." Reagan screamed. She got back up and ran further down the road.
"Reagan, you can go in now." A secretary said, breaking the memory. Reagan nodded, and walked past a boy who had just been in there.
"I see you have pulled out the martial arts yet again Reagan." Mrs. Jones greeted. Reagan shrugged.
"She knows her place now. She can push around as many people as she wants and I won't say a word. I hadn't done ANYTHING to her and just because she wants to be 'ghetto' doesn't mean she can't have any respect for anything. Sorry I don't live that way." Reagan defended herself. Mrs. Jones wasn't surprised at Reagan's response.
"You almost broke her jaw, she can't even talk." Mrs. Jones exclaimed. Reagan shrugged.
"She couldn't talk before. Well she could but what came out of it was barley words. And the few words she did pronounce without slang weren't used in the best tone. Suspend me if you want I'm out of here Wednesday." Reagan said. It wasn't only kids she had a problem with, it was teachers to. A lot of people were just plain stupid.
"This won't go away, Reagan. I'll let your next school know of your other incident and this one. Stay right here. I'm going to call your father." Mrs. Jones announced. Reagan laughed.
"Yeah on the toll free number to death right?" Reagan joked. Mrs. Jones frowned.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm going to call Max." She corrected herself. Reagan laughed and nodded. It's not like she actually cared, and she wasn't this bad ass kid either. She just was tired of people's B.S and actually was looking forward to San Francisco. Mrs. Jones dismissed her, and she went back to P.E, and kicked more asses in dodge ball.
A/N: How was it? I know it wasn't the MOST exciting thing you guys have ever read but I want to get Reagan and Lance's personality down a little better before they meet Phoebe so you guys will understand a little more about what they **do**. Thank you!!! Please hit the review button and tell me what you think!
Reagan opened her locker, and looked at her locker neighbor.
"Hey Reagan." A girl with blonde hair asked. Reagan rolled her eyes inside.
"Hi." Reagan replied. The girl smiled, she was really pretty, and dressed in a mini skirt and a v-neck short sleeve tee-shirt that showed enough cleavage.
"Jeeze Alli showin some skin?" Reagan asked, getting her books. Reagan didn't dress nearly as revealing, but still managed to look cute in her white 'Nike' sports pants, and her black short sleeve 'Billabong' surf shirt. Reagan also had a special way she handled most people. She would say what she had to say to people's faces, and would never talk behind anyone's back, but still, she was nicer than she should be. She had gotten in to many fights with people saying things that she never said, so she decided to not say anything at all. It's what ruined her friendship with Alli in the first place. Alli laughed.
"Well you know me." Alli joked. Reagan put on a fake smile and walked away. She walked down the hallway, saying hi to all the people who thought of themselves as her friends.
From her experience, girls had convinced her that they were too emotional to actually be true friends. Only two girls she felt she could trust and neither of them were in any of her classes. She caught a girl who considered Reagan and her to be best friends, and Reagan didn't think so, not at all.
"Oh, hey Ray didn't see ya there!" A girl with short, brown hair cheerfully greeted. Her hair was tucked behind her ears in the front, in the back she had spiked it up. Another fake smile and hello she fed her "best friend".
"Hey Abbey." Reagan replied. She knew Abbey was on the way to Alli's locker. This didn't bother her, it used to, because the two would constantly pull themselves away from everyone else but it didn't even push her buttons anymore. Reagan simply didn't care. She passed the homeroom of one of the only people in the school she actually likes. Becky sat with her blonde hair hanging down at her shoulders, getting ready for class to start. Reagan sighed, she didn't talk to Becky as often as she'd like. She turned the corner into her homeroom, science.
"Reagan!" A girl with chocolate brown hair called. The girl was fairly small, and had light blue eyes.
"Hey Rachel." Reagan greeted mono-toned. She sat down, and watched as Alli finally entered. Abbey was in Becky's homeroom.
The day passed more, as Reagan anxiously waited for the school day to end. Lance was in the opposite hallway, along with her other truly best friend, Devin. Devin had short black hair and turquoise eyes.
She thought about meeting Phoebe. She could almost bet things weren't going to work out. She kept asking herself, "If she didn't want me fourteen years ago, what's gonna change fourteen years later?" And didn't find any answer. She protected herself by not attaching to anything. Abbey and Alli had taught her that lesson. In her opinion, they were demons. She remembered how Abbey had said she wouldn't go out with a guy because of his name. Abbey didn't look BAD, but in Reagan's opinion Abbey couldn't afford to think that way. Alli could. But Reagan had faith that Alli would learn her lesson soon enough.
"You're leaving?! Your SOOOOO lucky!" A girl with pale blonde curly hair and blue eyes exclaimed. Reagan smiled and nodded.
"Yeah I know. I'm going to come back when I grow up, but it will be on the other side of the island." Reagan replied. Bekah, the girl that had told her she was lucky didn't like a lot of people either, but still Reagan couldn't bring herself to be friends with her. She sighed and flashed Becky a smile. She would be one of the people she would keep in touch with.
P.E came, and Reagan listened to the locker room 'gossip.' Coming from fourteen year olds wearing thongs. She couldn't help but break down in laughter. Unfortunately, Abbey was in three of her classes, so that's where they came in contact.
"Move it." A girl with bleached blonde hair ordered. Reagan finished putting her red gym shorts on over her boy short underwear, and stood firmly.
"Isn't that cute? She had two words in her vocabulary. Maybe you should add the word please." Reagan said. She still had not put on her shirt, so she had a whit cammi on, and was clearly not caring. The girl looked up.
"Oh you wanna start something Trieber?" The girl asked, slamming her books down. Reagan laughed.
"Oh, three to seven good job dumb ass now are you gonna ask nicely or move or should I?" Reagan asked. She was being patient enough. The girl took a step up to her,
"You gonna move when I'm dun wit you." The girl replied. Reagan shook her head and drew back her fist. She heard Abbey start to laugh and sit down. The girl took a swing at Reagan but she caught her fist and backhanded her in the jaw, hearing the crack.
"Say something now." Reagan ordered, pushing the girl to the floor and putting on her shirt. Capping came from behind her as she saw the girl stumble to her feet. Reagan and Abbey left the locker room.
Sitting in squads, the woman P.E teacher was taking attendance.
"Ms. Trieber Mrs. Jones would like to see you in her office. Here's a pass." The woman said, handing Reagan a pass as Reagan got to her feet. She looked at Abbey who was still laughing. She walked down to the office.
While sitting in the chair, still in her uniform she thought about things. She had a memory that she often looked back on, actually many of which.
She remembered going down a slide, and almost knocking a girl over. Both of them looked to be about four or five.
"Hi." The little girl said who had dark skin. Reagan smiled, this time a real smile.
"Hey." Reagan replied. She heard her name being called and she looked at her acquaintance.
"I got to go my daddy's calling me." Reagan said. The little girl looked at red headed, strongly built Michael and tilted her head.
"Where's your mommy?" The girl asked Reagan. Reagan shrugged.
"I don't have one. Just my dad." Reagan replied. The little girl laughed.
"Yeah you do! Everyone has a mommy, you NEED your mommy." The girl corrected. Reagan's smile faded and she shook her head.
"I don't have a mom and I don't NEED a mom, I don't WANT a mom." Reagan almost screamed. The little girl was taken back and started crying, Reagan was too, on the inside.
Looking back on that made her hurt. Although it was unclear why, she thought it was the first time she had tried to actually believe she didn't want to see her mom. Maybe because it was the first of many events that led to her callas she had grown on her heart.
Again, she remembered another event. Looking at a brown coffin, there was a body inside. A man with red hair, green eyes and a strong body. They only showed half his body. Lance was next to her.
"It's okay. Daddy's in heaven." Lance calmed. Reagan took a step away.
"Yep. I'm going to the bafroom." Reagan announced in a whisper to Lance. Lance nodded. Reagan walked past the bathroom, and right to the exits of the small funeral home without any of the people noticing. She took a step out side, and started running towards the street. She tripped and fell, feeling her skin scratch along the ruff pavement. She looked up at a woman who bent down to her.
"Hey little girl, are you okay? Where's your mommy and daddy?" The woman asked. Reagan started to cry at this point, but not because of the cut.
"I don't have a mommy. I don't want one and I don't need one. My daddy died and he's in there and I don't need him either." Reagan screamed. She got back up and ran further down the road.
"Reagan, you can go in now." A secretary said, breaking the memory. Reagan nodded, and walked past a boy who had just been in there.
"I see you have pulled out the martial arts yet again Reagan." Mrs. Jones greeted. Reagan shrugged.
"She knows her place now. She can push around as many people as she wants and I won't say a word. I hadn't done ANYTHING to her and just because she wants to be 'ghetto' doesn't mean she can't have any respect for anything. Sorry I don't live that way." Reagan defended herself. Mrs. Jones wasn't surprised at Reagan's response.
"You almost broke her jaw, she can't even talk." Mrs. Jones exclaimed. Reagan shrugged.
"She couldn't talk before. Well she could but what came out of it was barley words. And the few words she did pronounce without slang weren't used in the best tone. Suspend me if you want I'm out of here Wednesday." Reagan said. It wasn't only kids she had a problem with, it was teachers to. A lot of people were just plain stupid.
"This won't go away, Reagan. I'll let your next school know of your other incident and this one. Stay right here. I'm going to call your father." Mrs. Jones announced. Reagan laughed.
"Yeah on the toll free number to death right?" Reagan joked. Mrs. Jones frowned.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm going to call Max." She corrected herself. Reagan laughed and nodded. It's not like she actually cared, and she wasn't this bad ass kid either. She just was tired of people's B.S and actually was looking forward to San Francisco. Mrs. Jones dismissed her, and she went back to P.E, and kicked more asses in dodge ball.
A/N: How was it? I know it wasn't the MOST exciting thing you guys have ever read but I want to get Reagan and Lance's personality down a little better before they meet Phoebe so you guys will understand a little more about what they **do**. Thank you!!! Please hit the review button and tell me what you think!