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A/N: sorry for the long wait I have been quite busy! Updates of my other stories will come soon. By the way this is going to be a short story about 10-15 chapters. Thanks to all who reviewed!
CHAPTER 2: I hate everything about you
Only when I stop to think about you I know.
Only when you start to think about me, do you know.
I hate everything about, why do I, love you?
You hate everything about me,
why do you love me?-I hate everything about you-Three day's grace-
Hitomi sat in tech class, she stared around the room taking in everything. The cheerleaders were doing their make up, passing notes and giggling. The goth's were reading books, and glaring at the cheerleaders. The nerd's were talking about chess club after school, and the jock's were talking about beating the nerd's up after school. Yep it was all the same every day for Hitomi nothing seemed to be different. Her day hadn't been that interesting apart from the fact of seeing that boy from her tech class high. That wasn't anything special, nothing was interesting about that she had seen guys high all the time, it was that look in his eyes that she remembered. He had the look of disappointment and anger and he looked tired. Oh so tired.
"He probably tried to kick it already." Hitomi thought.
And he has, he was a drug addict since the end of the 7th grade, he remembered the summer all to well it was his summer of fun and laughs but he made it up. It might have been fun then getting high but it wasn't cool anymore he tried to quit but he couldn't it called him back. Hitomi's thoughts were interrupted by a sigh from her teacher. It wasn't a sigh of annoyance but a sigh of disappointment. Hitomi followed her teacher's gaze, her own eyes landed on the pair of chocolate one's. There gazes locked he shot her a bored look and than he tore his gaze from her's and stared at there teacher.
"Van Fanel." the teacher said.
"Thanks for reminding me I forgot that was my name." he said sarcastically.
"Don't use that tone with me why are you late?"
"Because I am what business is it to you?" Van spat.
All the students were paying attention now to the fight that was beginning to happen between adult and teenager.
"I am like your parent I must no where you are. School is your home away from home." the young women said.
She was one of the only teacher's who cared deeply about her students. She wanted to help each and everyone of them with there problems.
"Neither home is that fucking great." Van said.
"Oh Van." she said defeated.
She wasn't one to give up on her students she believed in each of them but Van wore her down. He was sometimes a hopeless cause because he didn't want to cooperate she offered him help so many times but he wouldn't take it. Van was a brilliant student smart, smarter than anyone else in his classes but he didn't apply himself he let other aspects of his life take over. Everyone even the teachers knew Van did drugs excessively. Van's parents knew but it's not like they cared his mother was a recovering drug addict with a serious case of depression and his father was barely home to watch them. He worked late and when he did have time off he went off on a vacation with his wife trying to make her happy. They didn't have time for Van. "Just don't start with me today Julia I'm tired and irritated." Van said running a hand through his untamable hair.
"Van don't call me Julia." she said.
"Fine whatever." he said as he took a seat at the back of the room.
Class assumed normally for everyone else including there teacher but only one person couldn't concentrate on class. Hitomi flipped her sandy blonde hair over her shoulder and took a peak over at Van who was sitting at the back of the room slouched looking bored. He was half listening to the teacher and half sleeping. Hitomi looked behind her and wondered what he was thinking about, the look on his face showed he was irritated and somewhat tired.
"God I could use a drag." Van muttered.
His was getting annoyed with class, why did he come anyway the teacher wasn't teaching anything interesting.
Hitomi raised her hand, she caught Van's attention.
"The one from the parking lot." he recalled.
"Yes Hitomi?" the teacher asked.
"Can I go to the washroom?" she asked.
The teacher looked up at the clock "Okay but take your books class is going to be finished in about 5 minutes."
Hitomi nodded and gathered up her books she left the room with a bounce of her skirt. Van had been watching her the whole time, he also gathered up his books and shoved them in his bag he stood up and walked toward the door.
"Van?" his teacher asked.
"I'm outta here." he stated.
His teacher gave a loud sigh and turned back to the black board, Van opened the door and stepped out. He walked down the hall to his locker, deposited his stuff and than walked over to the washrooms. Hitomi walked out of the washroom, and saw Van walking toward her or maybe the washrooms. But nevertheless she stopped and her books dropped onto the ground, she bent down to gather them up and noticed her math book was gone. She stood up and in front of her was Van holding her math book, they were practically nose to nose.
"You dropped it." he said cooly.
"Thanks." she replied, she took it from his hands.
For once in Van's life something deep inside him stirred, Van pushed the unwanted emotion aside but it still crept around.
"Hi." he said stupidly.
Hitomi smiled at him even though he was a known drug addict he was quite handsome, no he was sexy, drop dead gorgeous. There eyes locked for the third time this day, or was it the forth but her eyes melted into the gorgeous chocolate of his. And something stirred, an emotion within Hitomi. Something she didn't think was going to happen with someone like Van. Hitomi tore her eyes away from Van.
"I gotta go." she said.
"Yea me to later." Van said.
Neither of them moved though, Van's spontaneous side kicked in and he pushed Hitomi gently into a locker and kissed her. There lips locked into a fiery kiss, tongue and everything. Hitomi's hands were in Van's hair, and Van had is hands running themselves up and down Hitomi's hips. Hitomi pushed Van from her, and they both stopped to breathe.
"Hi." he said smiling at her.
"Van sorry that wasn't suppose to happen." she said.
She dipped under Van's arms and than grabbed her bag and walked away leaving Van stunned. Van watched her walk away, till she turned the corner.
"I'm so fucking stupid." he muttered, his fist slammed onto a locker.
The contents of the locker spilled out, Van looked at them, "Shit." he said.
His gaze traveled over the stuff on the floor and he eyed the zip lock bag on the floor.
He grinned "Thanks Zack."
Van bent down, grabbed the zip lock bag and shoved it into his pocket and walked away whistling the tune to 'Hey big spender.'
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Van sat in his room and took out the fresh new bag of cocaine from his pocket he just found in Zack's locker. He took out the straw he always kept in his backpack and cleaned it with a Kleenex, he wiped the table down and than opened the zip lock bag. He carefully took some powder out of the bag and placed in on the table. He positioned the straw in front of the white powder, he pushed the straw gently into his nose and than breathed in fast. The powder flew into his nose engulfing his senses.
"It's the expensive stuff." he noted.
As the drug took affect quite quickly, Van looked up and the ceiling and sighed he was thinking about Hitomi but thoughts of her left his mind as the drug took over.
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Hitomi put down the pen and looked out the window, she held her dairy against her chest and she just finished writing in it. Hitomi opened it and re-read the passage:
~*~Van Fanle isn't your average boy and I always new that since grade 6 when I first met him, we were never close friends and we hardly talked. But nevertheless it scared me when he was in the parking lot doubled over in pain. Yet when I saw the mark on his arm from the needle I felt mad that I cared that he was in pain but it was his own fault. For taking the drugs, I always new he took drugs. I found out in grade seven when he was suspended for having Marijuana in his back pack. Yet I realized today how hot he had became over the years. Today of all days seeing him high, I realized he was so damn hot. My heart jumped yea I no it sounds a little corny but it did, I have to admit it now because I can't lie to myself. I like him, I like Van Fanle. He does drugs everything I always hated but I am in love with him. I guess it's true your mind and heart both have different opinions. He kissed me today in the hall and I ran I feel bad now. *sigh* But why Van? There are so many other better guys, why him? Why do I like him? It's true the song, it's so true. I hate everything about you, why do I love you?~*~