Chapter One: 8:16 AM
"Here, take one, pass it around...make sure everyone knows about it..." Rachel instructed. Harlow looked into his hands at the lime green flier. On it read:
Party Rachel's House This Friday. Everyone's invited.
14525 LaFayette Ct.
This was the first party thrown in the school year, back from summer vacation. It was also the first party since ninth grade that wasn't planned (or co-planned) by Monica Chaves.
Rachel Snider was the preppy snob in school. The typical kind of girl with a rich natural brown hair color, which was highlighted Beach Blonde too many times to notice the brown. Her hair came down to the middle of her back, and was as straight as a pencil (like her body). She was voted "Best Hair" in ninth and tenth grade, and most likely her junior year as well. Rachel had deep brown eyes that turned darker when she was mad.
Harlow never found Rachel to be his kind of woman. He really hadn't noticed any attractive girls in Centennial High. He did find one girl attractive in freshman year - Jenna Wilson. He met her in World History class, when he needed a pen. After that class he never did see her again, most likely because she was taking AP classes, while Harlow was in Regulars, or sometimes, Honors.
"Hey Harlow, can you make sure you-know-who, doesn't get an invite?" Rachel whispered into his ear.
"Who?" Harlow asked, clueless of who this mistery person was. Rachel pointed in the direction of the back of the room, and Harlow's eyes followed only to find a mistery to Centennial in the direction of Rachel's french manicured fingernails. Billy Cullen.
Billy Cullen had pitch black hair with a strip that was a little bluer and was tall and skinny, and never spoke many words. You could normally find him alone, in a corner, listening to music. No one ever knew what kind of music, but there were rumors. Rumors swirrled about this kid; he killed his parents when he was four and became gothic ever since, he listened to death metal and performed sexual intercourse on chickens in his free time, and so on. None of the rumors ever pleasent.
The ladies often wondered if he was nice and gentle, while the men always wondered if they could compare to his size. Although none of them knew his size, they still wondered. People were facinated with Billy. Facinated in the sense of watching a spider your afraid of climb up the wall, until later you squish it.
Harlow looked at Rachel, whose eyes seemed pleading.
"Rachel, I doubt you have to worry. Everyone in this room is scared of Billy, and even if he did recieve a flier, he still wouldn't go," Harlow reassured her. She smiled a weak smile and sashed away.
The bell for second period rang. American History. Harlow grabbed his blue backpack and walked casually out of Mr. Dobson's Chem class, only to run into Stephanie Pavord.
"Hey Harlow," Stephanie cooed, placing a peck on his cheek.
"Hi Stephanie," Harlow responded, unemotional.
"Are you going to Rachel's party?" She asked, falling into step with Harlow.
"I might. Why?"
"Oh, just curious." She smiled innocently. If anyone knew Stephanie, she was never innocent. He could only imagine what was going through her mind.
"Alright, where you headed for?" He asked, trying to be nice.
"English. I hate English. I, like, already know English, you know? So why take it?" She rambled on. Harlow wasn't paying attention, he was staring at the blonde walking down the hall. Jenna.
"Can you hold that thought?" Harlow asked, running off. She jogged up to Jenna and thrusted the flier at her. She stopped talking to Ava and looked at the flier.
"A party, eh?" She asked, raising one eyebrow at Harlow. He nodded nervously.
"Please go." He pleaded.
"I'll think about it," She smiled, neatly folding the flier and continuing her conversation with Ava. Harlow walked in to his American History class, with Jenna running through his mind.
"Here, take one, pass it around...make sure everyone knows about it..." Rachel instructed. Harlow looked into his hands at the lime green flier. On it read:
Party Rachel's House This Friday. Everyone's invited.
14525 LaFayette Ct.
This was the first party thrown in the school year, back from summer vacation. It was also the first party since ninth grade that wasn't planned (or co-planned) by Monica Chaves.
Rachel Snider was the preppy snob in school. The typical kind of girl with a rich natural brown hair color, which was highlighted Beach Blonde too many times to notice the brown. Her hair came down to the middle of her back, and was as straight as a pencil (like her body). She was voted "Best Hair" in ninth and tenth grade, and most likely her junior year as well. Rachel had deep brown eyes that turned darker when she was mad.
Harlow never found Rachel to be his kind of woman. He really hadn't noticed any attractive girls in Centennial High. He did find one girl attractive in freshman year - Jenna Wilson. He met her in World History class, when he needed a pen. After that class he never did see her again, most likely because she was taking AP classes, while Harlow was in Regulars, or sometimes, Honors.
"Hey Harlow, can you make sure you-know-who, doesn't get an invite?" Rachel whispered into his ear.
"Who?" Harlow asked, clueless of who this mistery person was. Rachel pointed in the direction of the back of the room, and Harlow's eyes followed only to find a mistery to Centennial in the direction of Rachel's french manicured fingernails. Billy Cullen.
Billy Cullen had pitch black hair with a strip that was a little bluer and was tall and skinny, and never spoke many words. You could normally find him alone, in a corner, listening to music. No one ever knew what kind of music, but there were rumors. Rumors swirrled about this kid; he killed his parents when he was four and became gothic ever since, he listened to death metal and performed sexual intercourse on chickens in his free time, and so on. None of the rumors ever pleasent.
The ladies often wondered if he was nice and gentle, while the men always wondered if they could compare to his size. Although none of them knew his size, they still wondered. People were facinated with Billy. Facinated in the sense of watching a spider your afraid of climb up the wall, until later you squish it.
Harlow looked at Rachel, whose eyes seemed pleading.
"Rachel, I doubt you have to worry. Everyone in this room is scared of Billy, and even if he did recieve a flier, he still wouldn't go," Harlow reassured her. She smiled a weak smile and sashed away.
The bell for second period rang. American History. Harlow grabbed his blue backpack and walked casually out of Mr. Dobson's Chem class, only to run into Stephanie Pavord.
"Hey Harlow," Stephanie cooed, placing a peck on his cheek.
"Hi Stephanie," Harlow responded, unemotional.
"Are you going to Rachel's party?" She asked, falling into step with Harlow.
"I might. Why?"
"Oh, just curious." She smiled innocently. If anyone knew Stephanie, she was never innocent. He could only imagine what was going through her mind.
"Alright, where you headed for?" He asked, trying to be nice.
"English. I hate English. I, like, already know English, you know? So why take it?" She rambled on. Harlow wasn't paying attention, he was staring at the blonde walking down the hall. Jenna.
"Can you hold that thought?" Harlow asked, running off. She jogged up to Jenna and thrusted the flier at her. She stopped talking to Ava and looked at the flier.
"A party, eh?" She asked, raising one eyebrow at Harlow. He nodded nervously.
"Please go." He pleaded.
"I'll think about it," She smiled, neatly folding the flier and continuing her conversation with Ava. Harlow walked in to his American History class, with Jenna running through his mind.