Hey out there! It's me again, I'm back with another chapter of Hidden Love. Firstly I'd like to thank all of you who have read and reviewed my story and those who have just read. Thx so much. Well, I hope you all like this chapter!
DISCLAMER!: In this chapter…and probably chapters to follow I mention Serena's school, York Prep School and describe it, however while the school is real, I've never been there and know only what I've read on it's web site so any references I make are purely of my own imagination. I just wanted some bit of authenticity to be shown. Greeley High School however I attend so information on that school is accurate. I don't own Sailor Moon, however I do own my brain and the dribble that spews out of it.
ALL REFERENCE TO PEOPLE'S PERSONALITIES HAS NOTHING TO DO W/ THE ACTUAL PERSONALITIES OF ANYONE AT EITHER OF THE AFOREMENTIONED SCHOOLS. I DO NOT MEAN ANY OFFENCE!
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Chapter 2: Popsicle
Serena walked slowly to class followed by Darien. 'Maybe this will work out after all, I mean he doesn't seem all that bad…'
'Maybe this school will work out, after all at least she doesn't seem all that bad…kind of cute too…'
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"So…Darien, where'd you move from?"
There was a long pause and Serena looked behind her to see if the new student was still following her.
"Darien?"
"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking…did you ask me something?"
"Yeah, what brings you to our neck of hell, running from anything in particular?"
"Hehe, Your neck of hell huh? Well, I moved here from Westchester County, didn't run…exactly."
"Really? Then why would you move to the city from the suburbs? I mean that's a bit absurd! Unless that is this school is better or something along the lines of that…" Serena had stopped momentarily to let Darien catch up to her, she was sick of talking to someone that was behind her, it made her feel like she was talking to thin air.
"Well, actually the school I transferred from is actually a really good public school. Only the people there were really terrible. The education was above and beyond but I just couldn't stand the people anymore. Besides, both of my parents work in the city so we decided to find a good school and move down here."
"Well, that's an interesting reason to move to the city, though I think that you may be disappointed. The people here probably won't be all that much better than the people in your old school. But hey, you never know right?"
"Yeah, …you never know." Darien glanced over at the girl walking beside him. She seemed…different that people he'd met before. One moment she was totally refusing to give him a tour and the next here he was walking with her to first period.
"Um…Serena, not to sound pushy, but shouldn't we have gotten to class yet?"
"Huh, oh yeah hehe," Serena blushed, "well AP biology is first and well I'm late a lot to that class. In fact if I heard correctly it's been 9 times this month. It's funny though, I know that Mr. Ranger reprimands me everyday, but it's really just because he has to make an example of all his students."
"Really? Isn't that a lot? And…even then, don't you need to you know, get there eventually?"
"Oh haha, I'm sorry I'm sure that you need to get to class. To tell you the truth, I've already taken the course, the administration messed up and signed me up for the class again. So I know everything he's teaching in there, that's why I'm late a lot, don't pay attention and take frequent bathroom breaks. But Mr. Ranger is cool, he's a good teacher and a nice one." Serena smile lightly.
"You've taken AP biology before?" Darien seemed puzzled. She was a junior after all wasn't she? "I thought that only juniors and seniors could take AP biology in this school…how'd you already do it?"
"Hm, I see you've read the course outline booklet." Serena chuckled, this always threw people off, "I took AP biology at Columbia's summer program this past summer, so I've gone through it already."
"Oh…"
"Um…out of curiosity, do you really want to go to class right now? Cause if not I could give you a tour of the school while the halls are empty."
"Hey, as long as I'm not the one to get in trouble for it it's cool with me."
"Ok, I'll just pop into class and tell Mr. Ranger, the it'll be fine."
Serena turned a corner and arrived at a classroom with a frosted window. She lightly rapped on the door and waited for Mr. Ranger to open it. The sound of Mr. Rangers muffled voice could be heard behind the wooden door.
"Ms. Young, what are you doing you're almost 15 minutes late for class…"
"I'm sorry Mr. Ranger, I was called to the office to pick up a new student, and here is our note. Mr. Ranger, I was wondering if it would be ok for me to take Darien here around the school to show him the grounds before all of the people filled out. I'll make sure that he gets caught up with all the notes and information."
Mr. Ranger sighed. He looked Darien once over before turning back to Serena, slight annoyance evident in his eyes.
"Make sure you tell him not to eat the cafeteria's meat loaf."
"Thanks Mr. Ranger." Serena bubbled and turned back towards Darien. "Let's go."
Serena and Darien roamed the school. Lightly talking to one another while Serena pointed out the various classrooms and hallways, which Darien would need to know to survive life at York Prep School (See DISCLAIMER).
"And down there you see the court yard, also known as cutters yard while classes are in session."
"Cutters yard?"
"Oh, you know where all the people who don't go to class gather to play soccer and what not."
"How do you know that they're all cutting class?"
"Well, I don't know if all of them are…but, ok see the guy in the red?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, he's in our AP bio class." Darien chuckled. 'She's an entertaining person…'
"Oh, and that guy in the Texas shit, see him right there." Serena was pointing out of the second story window, the wind pouring in lightly with the sun onto the two teens.
"Um," Darien was searching the grounds for someone in a Texas shirt in slight vain.
"There, right there he just got nailed by the guy in the red." Serena giggled at the sight of the fallen teens far below.
Darien glanced at the girl, the young woman standing beside him. Her golden blond hair was up in a loose bun, with thin strands falling from it. She wore a thick pair of dark glasses that framed her complex blue eyes. For just a moment Darien thought he saw a hint of longing held in those clear orbs but quickly dismissed the idea from his mind. He glanced out the window to watch what was rousing so many outbursts from the female beside him.
"So uh…the Texas shirt guy huh?" Darien inquired with a curious hint to his voice.
"Yup" Serena looked once again to the group of guys who were beginning to play a game, which was rapidly beginning to resemble rugby instead of soccer.
"You know him well?"
"Huh?" Serena look up at him. His stormy blue eyes captured hers for a moment before she shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun. "Oh, yeah, he and me are close."
"Oh." Darien looked out on to the field. "So, he's what, your boyfriend?"
"BOYFRIEND?" Serena's head shot up. A shocked look plastered on her face until she began to laugh hard.
Serena was on the floor reeling from laughter, her sides aching for minutes before she stood up.
"So, I'm guessing that he's not your boyfriend…" Darien gave Serena a funny look as she attempted to compose herself and failed for quite a while.
"He-he-he, hahaha," Serena could help but fall into another fit of giggles, "he's my cousin!" Serena was once again half way to the floor, her left arm clutching the railing which was the only thing preventing her from falling to her knees.
Darien had a strange look on his face, felt silly for his mistake, felt like she was laughing at him. But one look at the blonde doubled over made him lose his pride easily. He began to chuckle silently at his assumption. His light chuckle quickly became an all out tearjerker. Soon enough, the two teens were on the floor laughing hysterically.
Serena was the first to stand up, calming her hysteria to a bright smile.
"Sorry bout the assumption."
"Oh, hey, no biggie. It's cool."
A long silence engulfed the two before Darien broke it.
"So…no meatloaf huh?"
The two were sent reeling once again as they attempted to walk down the hall towards second period class.
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~At home~
Serena stepped into her dimly lit house, illuminated by the faint glow of the kitchen light.
It had been a week since the day Serena showed Darien around York Prep, and everything had been going smoothly. Serena even noticed that the students at York had even halted their taunting of her.
'Figures those shallow asses wouldn't bother me when there's someone who is potentially 'cool' around me…how idiotic can they get? And how do they know he's 'cool' just cause he drives a fancy car to school, and he's tall, with a mysterious aspect to him, just cause he's got girls swooning over him………damnit why do I feel some envy for him? I don't need any of those emotions; I don't need to feel these things! Stupid heart, I must develop a metallic heart…
Note to self: develop metallic heart to pump blood, NO EMOTIONS.'
As much as Serena hated to admit, she liked that she could eat lunch peacefully with Fiona, and almost always, Darien. She liked walking down the halls and not having to scowl at those around her or having those around her scowl at her.
Serena sighed; it had been a long day and all she wanted was a hot cup of tea or coffee a warm chair and a book.
Serena headed towards her mother's room. She peeked through the half opened door to find her mother grading papers at her desk. Serena's mother was a psychology teacher at the local night school who worked hard to give her daughter all the best.
Serena leaned against the doorframe and smiled at her mother diligently working at her desk, the lamp turned on, causing the papers to burn a bright white.
"Hey mom, I'm home."
Serena's mother Irene spun around in her chair to face her daughter.
"Oh good, I was worried that I would miss you."
"Miss me? But you don't have to go teach today until 6, and it's only…4 now."
"Right, sorry dear but I have to go in for a board meeting today, so do you want to eat dinner early or would you rather eat by yourself?"
"I'll eat earlier with you. Anything in the fridge you wanna eat or should I cook?"
"Ooh, I get the pleasure of your cooking? I think I'll take that." Irene looked longingly at her daughter's retreating back, at the girl who had somehow managed to grow from a small bumbling child to a sophisticated refined young woman right before her very eyes.
*sigh* 'Now when did she find the time to grow up so much?'
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A phone rang loudly in the dark room jogging the sleeping blonde suddenly back into consciousness.
"Hello?" a groggy Madison whispered into the black receiver, her voice cracking a bit. She cleared her throat and waited for a reply.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" an angry voice bellowed from the other end. Madison furrowed her brow as she pulled the phone away from her aching ear, confused and taken aback by the anger held by the voice she brought the black device back to her ear.
"What do you mean where am I? I'm at home or else I wouldn't have picked up the phone, and don't be so loud people are SLEEPING."
"Don't give me attitude missy, you were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago!"
"Be where?" Madison sat up in her bed and turned her bedside light on, the light blinding her eyes momentarily.
"What are you drunk?" The girl retorted annoyed.
"No, I'm tired. Be where?"
Sara sighed on the other end of the phone. It had been the 3rd time in the past 2 months that Madison had forgotten about them. As much as she hated it, she really couldn't blame Madison for her lack of commitment. Even though it had been 2 years, she knew that Madison still missed Aaron. Since his death, Madison had become distant, the five of them were still good friends, but it seemed as if Madison purposely missed all of the big 'projects' they planned, seemed as if she always blocked them out of her mind.
"Be here, with us! We have to go 'relieve' Karl of his car."
"Oh shit, was that tonight?" Madison slapped her forehead. It wasn't as if she meant to forget these things, she just…did every once in a while. "I'm sorry, I really forgot…can you guys wait for me? I'll be there in what 30 minutes if we meet at the warehouse."
"No, meet at Karl's shop it'll take you less time that way."
"Ok, I'm really sorry, I'll meet you guys there."
Madison hung up the phone and sighed, she hated forgetting these things. It meant she had to wake up herself up at ungodly hours of the night or day as some may see it.
'Man I hope they don't think I do this on purpose.'
Madison stood up and headed to her closet slowly, she pulled out a pair of dark soft pants and a black fitting tee. She lifted her riding jacked off it's hook and climbed out her window to her bike.
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Four girls dressed in black stood quietly on the side of the road. A loud rumbling sound broke the silence as a gray Yamaha motorcycle pulled up in front of them. The four girls looked at the person on the bike critically.
"What are you doing here." Lisa spat out.
"Now is that anyway to talk to your leader?" The coy female dismounted her bike and removed her helmet. Her flaming red hair draped around her shoulders. Her face flushed from the pounding of the wind.
"You are NOT our leader, Madison is, and if you've forgotten she's your leader also." Sara closed the gap between herself and the female menacingly.
"Last I remember is AARON was the leader. Seeing as he's been dead for 2 years and we've let that idiot coast us almost into oblivion I feel it necessary to take over."
Anna, in one swift motion slapped the red head square across the face.
"You Bitch. Madison is leader because she's the best. And you aren't because you are a plague."
"You will never be the leader of anything because there will be no one to follow you. No one would want to take any orders from that lying trap of yours. So get out of our faces before we make you Beryl."
The sound of a motorcycle could be heard rounding the corner. This one more refined than the one Beryl rode. A silver and black motorcycle rounded the corner and a blonde Madison hopped off it.
"Beryl, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming, how've you been?" Madison's cheery voice contrasted gravely against Beryl's harsh gaze. "You ok? You're face is a bit flushed…"
"Fine." Beryl spat annoyed. "I was just leaving actually."
"Oh really, but you don't have to." Madison's naïveté, and gently words resounded in her friends' ears.
"That's ok, I just stopped to say hi is all." Her eyes glaring menacingly at the four females perched on the sidewalk. "I'll see you around."
Beryl mounted her bike and sped off quickly leaving tension between the girls.
"Why are you so nice to her?" Rita spoke, her fists clenched tight.
"Why shouldn't I be? She's a good person."
"A good person! You can't be serious. She came here just now claiming that she was leader."
"So, I don't care, and neither should you. She understands what we do; just cause she doesn't listen to any of us doesn't make her a bad person. Greedy maybe, but she's really not that bad."
"She called you an idiot." Anna stated blatantly.
"It doesn't matter. Look we've got to do this within the next hour right?" All the girls nodded. "Then let's get cracking, I need to get the feel of this car!"
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Madison was psyched for that evening. She hadn't managed to make a drag race in a couple of months, every time one had been planned she was had either work or she had homework to do. But tonight, tonight she'd planned for it and she couldn't wait. Her excitement startled her; she had been ignoring the carnal urges within herself to just let go for months. But tonight she'd become a seductress. Tonight she'd let herself have fun.
She drummed her pencil to the beat of the music blasting loudly out of her radio.
When
this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own
I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong
Madison laughed
hysterically when spun around in her chair to face Sara head banging and
singing along.
"I WANNA HEAR I WANNA HEAR WHAT I THOUGHT WAS NEVER REAL!"
"Haha, ever thought of joining the glee club?" Madison donned a wide grin as her best friend hopped onto her bed and began jumping.
"WHAT!?"
"I THINK YOU SHOULD SING IN PUBLIC."
"WHAT!?"
Madison turned the music down low. "I SAID, you should sing in front of people."
"Riiiiight, don't worry, when hell freezes over I will."
"So you'll sing when you're there will you?" Madison teased.
"Shut up!" Sara cried while throwing a pillow across the room. 'She seems happier now…there's something different…something getting her to bond again…I wonder what it is…'
"So…how are you?"
"Oh what a deep question that was Sara."
"Thanks for mocking me, I care enough to ask you how you are and you mock me…ah I'm hurt!"
"Haha, well if you MUST know, I'm good actually, I almost feel normal again."
"Really now? Well then, in that case, I think you need a popsicle."
"Don't have any."
"Hello! Anyone in there?" Sara knocked on Madison's head.
"Very funny leave me alone. I was hoping that you meant the food but I guess not."
"Duuuh. Since when do I ever care for real popsicles?"
A popsicle, a term the five friends had coined representing a gang fling. A popsicle is sweet, cool, refreshing and above all short. The flavor comes and goes in cool waves until it's done and you move on to something else. Time for a popsicle meant it was time for a sweet, cool refreshing change of pace from the norm, a short but sweet relationship.
"I don't know…"
"Hey, I know it's been hard for you these past years, but he really wouldn't have wanted you to be sad for so long. Didn't you promise him you'd always smile?"
Madison sighed, Sara was right, she hadn't kept her promise very well. But how could she smile all the time, how could she always be happy on the outside, if inside, she hurt everyday? She sighed again.
"Why the hell not, after all it's only one popsicle…"
"Whoo! The girl's back!" Sara immediately ran to Madison's closet and pulled open the doors.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for something to wear, we've got a race to get to."
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Madison pulled up to the road. She stepped out of her blue convertible. Her black Stiletto heals clacking on the asphalt as her long legs unfolded clad in nothing but an asymmetrical tan mini, her tie down halter-top revealing her bare back.
"Guess we're early" The rest of her friends stepped out of the car in equally stunning outfits.
Soon after, around 10 more cars pulled up. 1 in particular caught her eye, but it was not so much the car as the driver that caught her attention.
"Hey you guys, who is that?" Madison pointed to the raven-haired man leaning against his car.
"That, no idea, but damn, he's hot." Sara titled her head, quite interested in the hunk standing a couple of feet away.
"Oh no. You guys aren't serious." Anna commented.
"Very." Sara was still gazing at the man who seemed laid back for someone who was just about to race.
Anna sighed, "That's the leader of the Stills."
"No shit. Seriously? I thought people said he was dangerous." Lisa was now interested. The Stills were said to be the roughest gang around, comprised solely of strong fighters, they were almost always for hire, that's if you had the money. "He looks so…"
"Familiar." Madison whispered.
"Actually I was going to hot…but I guess that works too?"
"I think I just found my desert." Madison winked as her legs began to glide towards the racer, his friends and his car. She eyed him carefully, making sure he wasn't a 60,40,20** before coming close up behind him. She could see his soft black hair waving about in the wind, his dark sunglasses covering his eyes.
"Hey Sam, what say you and me get together after you win you're race." A girl cooed as she clung onto the man's arm.
"I don't think so, I don't like little girls." He removed his glasses and glared down at her, his steel blue eyes piercing her body.
The girl unwrapped herself from his arm and walked away with an annoyed expression on her face.
"That was harsh."
Sam spun around ready to tell off another of the annoying girls that hung around him. What right did she have to tell him what was rude and what was not? He sighed 'another useless brainless bimbo to ward of. I wish they'd get the hint.'
He turned, ready to retort, but his cold eyes met with crystal blue ones. He looked at the woman standing in front of him and was taken aback. His breath caught in his throat as the beauty took another step forward to meet his intense gaze.
"Sorry." Was all he could choke out. 'Wow'
"You should be." Madison teased, she could see that this guy was interested, and she liked how she made him speechless, liked the power, and the surge of emotions it gave her.
She smiled seductively as she drew nearer and neared to Sam.
"My name is Madison by the way."
At this point, Madison stood only an inch away from Sam's face, her breath tickling his lips. 'What the hell is she doing to me?'
"You do have a name right?" Madison stared into his eyes, which were heavily guarded.
Realizing he hadn't said anything he envisioned a cold shower and spoke.
"S-" he cleared his throat "Sam."
"Well it's nice to meet you." Madison gave a seductive smile and pulled slightly away. "Just wanted to wish you good luck."
"Thanks."
With that Madison turned and waved backwards to him. She sauntered away, allowing her hips to sway slightly.
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**- A 60,40,20 is a guy who looks good from 60 ft away but as you get closer, 40ft, 20ft, he gets uglier and uglier.
Anyway, I hope that you all liked that chapter! More to come soon!
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Btw…I'm thinking maybe I want an editor, but one who just tells me if there are any careless mistakes instead of how to change the plot…anyone up to it?
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Later ~Jing.
