Here is Chapter 4. Please review. I need 4 reviews before I post Chapter 5.
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"Shhhh! I don't want the whole school to hear!"
"Well what do you expect me to do?" said Naria.
"You look so pretty in the dark".
"Get off me you sick pervert!" Naria said, flipping onto her back, causing the pervert to go flying across the room.
"Identify yourself!" Naria screamed, fists ready.
"Heath Greenleaf. Age 15. Male. At the age of 6 I fell off my horse and got a scar on my as"-
"Ok, too much information! Heath?"
"That's me".
"Wha-What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you"-
"Don't you want to go to the movies anymore?"
"I was looking for you to explain"-
"Explain what?"
"About Harry".
"Oh, Harry".
"Well, Naendia thinks I'm her boyfriend. I used to be but I broke it off because she was too obsessive. But she can't face the fact that some one dumped her, instead of the other way around. So now she tells all her friends that we're still together and she thinks we still are, but we're not. You're my girlfriend, not her. And if she found out she would probably have killed herself".
"Drama Queen", Naria blurted out, "Oh, sorry!"
Heath looked a little put off but continued. "So. Do you still wanna go to the movies or will I have to take Naendia?"
"It's a little early" said Naria, glancing at the clock as it chimed 4:00pm.
"Well we could grab some dinner and maybe go for a walk before the movie?"
"OK. That sounds cool".
"Well, I'll give you some time to get ready. If you're anything like Naendia you'll need 3 hours to get ready!"
"Give me four" Heath's eyes widened at Naria's remark –"Minutes", she smirked.
"See you in 5 then" he smiled as he walked out the door.
Ibiza walked in at the same time as Heath exited.
"You lucky bitch. Why don't I ever get a cute guy?" Ibiza complained. "Want a chip?" Ibiza thrust a McD's carton of hot chips in front of Naria's face. "Tempting, but no thanks. I'm gonna grab something with Heath. Now, I've got 5 minutes to get ready. I can't stall".
Naria rushed around the apartment, looking for clothes and accessories to wear. "Oh wear this!" Ibiza said, flinging a hot pink g-string at Naria. "Eww!!! Is this MINE?!?" Questioned Naria to the pink piece of material, lying a few feet away from Naria's perch on the bed, Naria forming a cross with her fingers towards the g. "Yep. Your ex Riley brought it for Valentines Day for you." "Oh, that sleaze bag".
"Hey, is it the 13th today?" Naria questioned.
"Err, yep. Why are you so interested in the date?"
"O.M.G! On this day two years ago, I was dared to dress like a punk for two years. My dare is finished! I CAN DRESS HOWEVER I WANT! Yay!"
"But you could have easily refused to do the dare. Why did you carry on?"
"If I stopped then I would have to eat shit".
"Owwwh, harsh! Let me guess, Naendia dared you?"
"Wow! You are psychic!"
"My own power overwhelms me... so what are you going to wear?"
"I'll show you"
Naria put on a cool tartan mini (complete with silver chain), a black t- shirt (with drop-dead gorgeous written in silver glitter accompanied by a skull and cross bones), a black turtle neck sweat shirt and basic black jandals. On her head a golf cap sat comfortably. "How do I look?" Naria questioned, twirling around for Ibiza to see. "No one can drive out your punk spirit. Hey you need rock chick plaits". Ibiza fiddled with Naria's hair and finished when the door bell rang.
"That's Heath! O.M.G you look amazing he's gonna DIE when he sees you!" Ibiza kept on raving.
"Ok, shut up now. I'm going to open he door" Naria said.
"Ok, shutting up now!" said Ibiza, zipping an imaginary zip on her lips.
Naria checked her make-up in the mirror, and then flounced over to the door. She put her hand on the door knob and pulled open the door. On the other side stood Heath. He had a hair cut; she mustn't have noticed it before in the dark. It was a cute shaggy do, a fringe kept rolling forward to hide his eyes. He was wearing clean tight blue jeans and a plain t- shirt.
"Wow! You look. . . HOT!" Heath blurted out.
"You look really good" Naria said, looking him up and down. *silence* "Err. Is there an annoying little brunette hovering around behind me?" Naria asked Heath.
"Ummm. Yep".
"Ibiza, we are leaving now so goodbye" Naria said discreetly, shutting the door in Ibiza's face.
"Shall we go now?"
"Sure".
They proceeded down the hallway. "I like your hair cut" Naria said, trying to make conversation.
"Thanks. I like your hair do".
"Thanks. So why'd you get it cut?"
"The long hair wasn't working for me".
"Oh".
They continued walking in silence for three more minutes.
"So, how exactly are we getting into town?"
"This", replied Heath "is how".
They had arrived in the car park and Heath was heading towards a black convertible.
"I thought elves rode horses everywhere?"
"Well this elf doesn't. You hopping in?" Heath asked.
"Ahhh yeah!" said Naria, hoping into the car and closing the door behind her.
* * *
Naria closed her eyes and let the cool breeze ruffle her hair. "So do you like Rivendell College?" Heath asked Naria as they drove along the main road. "Ummm, yeah it's alright. It's better then Gondor Boring School" Naria replied.
"Pardon?" Heath asked innocently.
"Oh, I mean Gondor Boarding School. The olds sent me their coz they thought it would be "good for my education". I spent 1 year there after intermediate and now I'm at Rivendell for 4th form. I didn't have any friends at Gondor Boring, and I didn't exactly want to play "Nice Little School Girl" with the pompously rich kids there, so I complained to the 'rents and got sent to Rivendell College, much to their utter disappointment. So of course I would have friends here because EVERY year 8 moved onto Rivendell College, not some boring boarding school. I've been talking for to long haven't I?"
"2 minutes flat. That's almost a record".
"Oh I should have carried on" Naria noted sarcastically.
A tune rang out from Heath's pocket, causing him to swerve off the road into the nearest available car park. The tune got louder as the phone came out of Heath's pocket and proceeded towards his face. He peered at the screen and a frown crossed his face.
"Hello?" he said as his cell rested against his ear.
Naria glanced around the car. Where had her bag disappeared to? Her eyes darted restlessly around the car. Had she brought it with her? Yeah, she remembered chucking it onto the back seat when she got into the car. It wasn't on the back seat. The Charlie's Angels theme tune came belting out from somewhere under Naria's seat. She wedged her hands under the seat and felt around blindly for her bag. She pulled out a furry, half-eaten chocolate bar, which she chucked out the window, a magazine (which looked suspiciously like porn) with a huge coffee stain hiding the cover, which she chucked onto the floor, and, finally, her bag, containing her most precious items. The ring tone was still screaming loud and clear when Naria pulled it out of her bag. She pressed the answer button and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Oh, did I interrupt you?"
"Who is this?"
"Well, I'm a Gemini who enjoys"-
"Ibiza. No, you didn't interrupt anything because we are just sitting in the car talking on our cells".
"Wow! How exciting! I wish I was their! Who's he talking to?"
"I have NO idea".
"Well I better go and let you two love birds get busy!" Ibiza teased, kissing noises and laughing coming form the background.
"Who's in the apartment?"
"Oh, just Ashton".
"Ok. Bye".
"Bye!" Ibiza finished.
Beep beep beep.
Naria locked her cell phone and put it in her bag. Heath was still talking on the phone. He looked over at Naria and she beamed a 100 watt smile at him. A faint smile slid across his lips.
"Yeah. I've got to go now. . . . . .Ok, bye." He hung up.
"Who was that?" Naria questioned.
"Just a friend. So what did you find under the seat?"
"A blue chocolate bar, a magazine" she said as she tossed it onto Heath's lap, "And my bag".
"Yes! I've been looking for this for ages! Playboy Summer Special!" Heath glanced over at Naria then back at the mag. The grin fell off his face and a light clicked on somewhere in his head. "Err, I mean, this JUNK is not mine!" tossing it into the back. "Hey, it's six. Shall we go now?" Heath asked, starting up the engine and reversing out of the car park and onto the road.
* * *
At 10:30pm, Naria came stumbling through the apartment door. She tripped up and sent her hand bag flying. Ibiza came running to the rescue.
"Naria Knightly! Where have you been!? I've been worried SICK! I've been trying to ring your cell for the past hour, with no answer! You said you'd be home at 9:00pm! Are you MAD?!? You should have called!"
"OK, OK! Calm down, Mum!" Naria said sarcastically, rising from the ground onto her knees. She was a mess. Her lipstick was smudged, mascara running, her hat, sweatshirt and one jandal were missing, and her hair was knotted and full of mud clumps, leaves and twigs. Her clothes were stained with coffee, mud and grass, she was soaking wet, her knees were grazed and painted with mud and blood, and, finally, (to add a dramatic effect) a trickle of blood was sliding out of the corner of her mouth. "Oh, Naria" Ibiza said in barely more then a whisper. She then fainted. "Great help you are", Naria said, slowly easing herself off her knees and onto her feet and making her way to the bathroom. Naria closed the bathroom door behind her and turned on the taps in the bath. She put the plug in and limped over to the bathroom cabinet. She opened it and pulled out the bubble bath, limping back to the bath to empty half the bottle in. She went back to the cabinet and put the bottle back. She stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked different. She looked used and betrayed. Naria shook the thought out of her head, turned off the taps, took off her clothes then gently got into the hot, bubbly water, slowly sinking and feeling all her problems wash away.
* * *
"Shhhh! I don't want the whole school to hear!"
"Well what do you expect me to do?" said Naria.
"You look so pretty in the dark".
"Get off me you sick pervert!" Naria said, flipping onto her back, causing the pervert to go flying across the room.
"Identify yourself!" Naria screamed, fists ready.
"Heath Greenleaf. Age 15. Male. At the age of 6 I fell off my horse and got a scar on my as"-
"Ok, too much information! Heath?"
"That's me".
"Wha-What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you"-
"Don't you want to go to the movies anymore?"
"I was looking for you to explain"-
"Explain what?"
"About Harry".
"Oh, Harry".
"Well, Naendia thinks I'm her boyfriend. I used to be but I broke it off because she was too obsessive. But she can't face the fact that some one dumped her, instead of the other way around. So now she tells all her friends that we're still together and she thinks we still are, but we're not. You're my girlfriend, not her. And if she found out she would probably have killed herself".
"Drama Queen", Naria blurted out, "Oh, sorry!"
Heath looked a little put off but continued. "So. Do you still wanna go to the movies or will I have to take Naendia?"
"It's a little early" said Naria, glancing at the clock as it chimed 4:00pm.
"Well we could grab some dinner and maybe go for a walk before the movie?"
"OK. That sounds cool".
"Well, I'll give you some time to get ready. If you're anything like Naendia you'll need 3 hours to get ready!"
"Give me four" Heath's eyes widened at Naria's remark –"Minutes", she smirked.
"See you in 5 then" he smiled as he walked out the door.
Ibiza walked in at the same time as Heath exited.
"You lucky bitch. Why don't I ever get a cute guy?" Ibiza complained. "Want a chip?" Ibiza thrust a McD's carton of hot chips in front of Naria's face. "Tempting, but no thanks. I'm gonna grab something with Heath. Now, I've got 5 minutes to get ready. I can't stall".
Naria rushed around the apartment, looking for clothes and accessories to wear. "Oh wear this!" Ibiza said, flinging a hot pink g-string at Naria. "Eww!!! Is this MINE?!?" Questioned Naria to the pink piece of material, lying a few feet away from Naria's perch on the bed, Naria forming a cross with her fingers towards the g. "Yep. Your ex Riley brought it for Valentines Day for you." "Oh, that sleaze bag".
"Hey, is it the 13th today?" Naria questioned.
"Err, yep. Why are you so interested in the date?"
"O.M.G! On this day two years ago, I was dared to dress like a punk for two years. My dare is finished! I CAN DRESS HOWEVER I WANT! Yay!"
"But you could have easily refused to do the dare. Why did you carry on?"
"If I stopped then I would have to eat shit".
"Owwwh, harsh! Let me guess, Naendia dared you?"
"Wow! You are psychic!"
"My own power overwhelms me... so what are you going to wear?"
"I'll show you"
Naria put on a cool tartan mini (complete with silver chain), a black t- shirt (with drop-dead gorgeous written in silver glitter accompanied by a skull and cross bones), a black turtle neck sweat shirt and basic black jandals. On her head a golf cap sat comfortably. "How do I look?" Naria questioned, twirling around for Ibiza to see. "No one can drive out your punk spirit. Hey you need rock chick plaits". Ibiza fiddled with Naria's hair and finished when the door bell rang.
"That's Heath! O.M.G you look amazing he's gonna DIE when he sees you!" Ibiza kept on raving.
"Ok, shut up now. I'm going to open he door" Naria said.
"Ok, shutting up now!" said Ibiza, zipping an imaginary zip on her lips.
Naria checked her make-up in the mirror, and then flounced over to the door. She put her hand on the door knob and pulled open the door. On the other side stood Heath. He had a hair cut; she mustn't have noticed it before in the dark. It was a cute shaggy do, a fringe kept rolling forward to hide his eyes. He was wearing clean tight blue jeans and a plain t- shirt.
"Wow! You look. . . HOT!" Heath blurted out.
"You look really good" Naria said, looking him up and down. *silence* "Err. Is there an annoying little brunette hovering around behind me?" Naria asked Heath.
"Ummm. Yep".
"Ibiza, we are leaving now so goodbye" Naria said discreetly, shutting the door in Ibiza's face.
"Shall we go now?"
"Sure".
They proceeded down the hallway. "I like your hair cut" Naria said, trying to make conversation.
"Thanks. I like your hair do".
"Thanks. So why'd you get it cut?"
"The long hair wasn't working for me".
"Oh".
They continued walking in silence for three more minutes.
"So, how exactly are we getting into town?"
"This", replied Heath "is how".
They had arrived in the car park and Heath was heading towards a black convertible.
"I thought elves rode horses everywhere?"
"Well this elf doesn't. You hopping in?" Heath asked.
"Ahhh yeah!" said Naria, hoping into the car and closing the door behind her.
* * *
Naria closed her eyes and let the cool breeze ruffle her hair. "So do you like Rivendell College?" Heath asked Naria as they drove along the main road. "Ummm, yeah it's alright. It's better then Gondor Boring School" Naria replied.
"Pardon?" Heath asked innocently.
"Oh, I mean Gondor Boarding School. The olds sent me their coz they thought it would be "good for my education". I spent 1 year there after intermediate and now I'm at Rivendell for 4th form. I didn't have any friends at Gondor Boring, and I didn't exactly want to play "Nice Little School Girl" with the pompously rich kids there, so I complained to the 'rents and got sent to Rivendell College, much to their utter disappointment. So of course I would have friends here because EVERY year 8 moved onto Rivendell College, not some boring boarding school. I've been talking for to long haven't I?"
"2 minutes flat. That's almost a record".
"Oh I should have carried on" Naria noted sarcastically.
A tune rang out from Heath's pocket, causing him to swerve off the road into the nearest available car park. The tune got louder as the phone came out of Heath's pocket and proceeded towards his face. He peered at the screen and a frown crossed his face.
"Hello?" he said as his cell rested against his ear.
Naria glanced around the car. Where had her bag disappeared to? Her eyes darted restlessly around the car. Had she brought it with her? Yeah, she remembered chucking it onto the back seat when she got into the car. It wasn't on the back seat. The Charlie's Angels theme tune came belting out from somewhere under Naria's seat. She wedged her hands under the seat and felt around blindly for her bag. She pulled out a furry, half-eaten chocolate bar, which she chucked out the window, a magazine (which looked suspiciously like porn) with a huge coffee stain hiding the cover, which she chucked onto the floor, and, finally, her bag, containing her most precious items. The ring tone was still screaming loud and clear when Naria pulled it out of her bag. She pressed the answer button and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Oh, did I interrupt you?"
"Who is this?"
"Well, I'm a Gemini who enjoys"-
"Ibiza. No, you didn't interrupt anything because we are just sitting in the car talking on our cells".
"Wow! How exciting! I wish I was their! Who's he talking to?"
"I have NO idea".
"Well I better go and let you two love birds get busy!" Ibiza teased, kissing noises and laughing coming form the background.
"Who's in the apartment?"
"Oh, just Ashton".
"Ok. Bye".
"Bye!" Ibiza finished.
Beep beep beep.
Naria locked her cell phone and put it in her bag. Heath was still talking on the phone. He looked over at Naria and she beamed a 100 watt smile at him. A faint smile slid across his lips.
"Yeah. I've got to go now. . . . . .Ok, bye." He hung up.
"Who was that?" Naria questioned.
"Just a friend. So what did you find under the seat?"
"A blue chocolate bar, a magazine" she said as she tossed it onto Heath's lap, "And my bag".
"Yes! I've been looking for this for ages! Playboy Summer Special!" Heath glanced over at Naria then back at the mag. The grin fell off his face and a light clicked on somewhere in his head. "Err, I mean, this JUNK is not mine!" tossing it into the back. "Hey, it's six. Shall we go now?" Heath asked, starting up the engine and reversing out of the car park and onto the road.
* * *
At 10:30pm, Naria came stumbling through the apartment door. She tripped up and sent her hand bag flying. Ibiza came running to the rescue.
"Naria Knightly! Where have you been!? I've been worried SICK! I've been trying to ring your cell for the past hour, with no answer! You said you'd be home at 9:00pm! Are you MAD?!? You should have called!"
"OK, OK! Calm down, Mum!" Naria said sarcastically, rising from the ground onto her knees. She was a mess. Her lipstick was smudged, mascara running, her hat, sweatshirt and one jandal were missing, and her hair was knotted and full of mud clumps, leaves and twigs. Her clothes were stained with coffee, mud and grass, she was soaking wet, her knees were grazed and painted with mud and blood, and, finally, (to add a dramatic effect) a trickle of blood was sliding out of the corner of her mouth. "Oh, Naria" Ibiza said in barely more then a whisper. She then fainted. "Great help you are", Naria said, slowly easing herself off her knees and onto her feet and making her way to the bathroom. Naria closed the bathroom door behind her and turned on the taps in the bath. She put the plug in and limped over to the bathroom cabinet. She opened it and pulled out the bubble bath, limping back to the bath to empty half the bottle in. She went back to the cabinet and put the bottle back. She stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked different. She looked used and betrayed. Naria shook the thought out of her head, turned off the taps, took off her clothes then gently got into the hot, bubbly water, slowly sinking and feeling all her problems wash away.
* * *
