Chapter Eight: Caught!
Gorgeous ocean blue eyes opened as the sun shown through window as wind blew hard from outside. It was a gloomy day as Zidane Tribal awoke on a Monday morning. He groaned as he sat up. As he looked towards the doorway, his mother was standing there smiling.
"You're up?" she asked. "Isn't it a little too early?" Denise leaned against the doorframe.
"Hey mom," Zidane said, yawning. "What time is it?" He glanced over at the clock. "Wow! I guess it is a bit early. . ."
Denise smiled even wider as her son said that. "Yep. . ." She replied. "I have to go to work earlier than usual. So, I just wanted to say bye."
Zidane smiled back at her. He was so lucky to have such a kind mom like her. She was always thinking of other people instead of herself. "By mom. I love you," He replied.
"I love you too, sweetie," With that, Denise moved herself out of the room, but then turned back and said to Zidane. "Oh, yea, I made breakfast in case you were hungry. There are pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I'll clean up the mess when I get home later. Okay?" She asked. Then, with Zidane's nod, turned back around and headed for the door.
Zidane got out of his bed and made his way to his closet. From there, he pulled out a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black Stabbing Westward shirt. In no rush, he placed the clothes on his bed and then headed for the bathroom.
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Thirty minutes later, he came out of his room fully dressed. Zidane grabbed his blue backpack and shoes and rushed downstairs. Like his mother said there were pancakes, eggs, and bacon just sitting on the table. So, Zidane grabbed a paper plate and then sat down to eat.
Just then, his phone began to ring. It played that annoying tune that had been playing ever since he got it! As Zidane rolled his eyes in disgust, he answered it. "Hello?"
"Zidane?" That voice was recognizable. "Hey, it's Ruby! How are ya, Darlin?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Why do you ask, Ruby?" Zidane was suspicious of her voice. It sounded kind of. . . different that usual. Not realizing it, Zidane's voice got a bit panic sounding too. "Ruby? What's going on?"
At first, Ruby delayed. Then, she replied. "Oh, umm, nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. This is the third week of school. So, I just wanted to check on you." With that, Ruby didn't leave another minute for Zidane to talk. She simply hung up.
Zidane shrugged. Normally he would call her back, but he wasn't about to ruin a good day. So, he put the phone back in his pocket and headed for the breakfast table. After all, a good breakfast had always put him in a great mood.
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Chan sat on her friend's bed, looking through a magazine. Right now, her friend was in her closet trying on different outfits. That was how she had always been. At least, as far as Chan knew she was. "Lilian, don't worry about what you wear! Come on! It's only Monday! Besides, you know that there are tons of guys that like you anyways!"
Lilian came out wearing a black button up jacket and a black tank top with a black and white picture of New York's tall buildings on it and a pair of tight dark blue flares. She was smiling and had an excited look on her face. "Well, Chan, it's a must do when you're in high school! Besides, I don't care if all those guys like me! There is just one that I just so wished would notice me! You know? I'm sure you've had those feelings before!" She exclaimed.
Chan raised a brow. Then, she calmed down and replied, "Well, yes, I have, but I didn't dress up all the time or every Monday. I thought that if he liked me back then he would like me for me."
Lilian smiled at her. Even though Lilian was about the perfect girl, she did get jealous. "I have to admit, Chan, you are very admirable." Lilian said.
Chan thought for a moment. She didn't know what she meant. That was odd that Lilian would come up with a comment like that. "What do you mean, Lil?" She asked. She figured that she might as well ask.
Lilian now stood in front of her mirror. She was brushing her dark brown hair. "Nothing, Chan. Just forget about it." Lilian smiled and laughed a bit.
Chan shrugged. Then, she just decided that Lilian was probably right. She shouldn't worry about that comment.
Then, Lilian grabbed a piece of paper off of her dresser and strolled her thumb down it. "Okay, so, we have eaten breakfast. I've gotten dressed. You've gotten dressed. All we need to do now is grab our supplies for the day and go!" Lilian exclaimed, looking down at a small piece of paper. She then looked back up and smiled. "It seems like we have everything!"
Chan laughed and then said, "I can't believe you keep a check list!" She rolled her eyes and then grabbed her backpack off of the hard wood floor. Leaving the room and heading for the downstairs, she thought 'Your sunch a material girl, Lil!' Right away, Chan shook that last thought off. "I'll meet you whenever you decide to come down!" She called, from the hall.
Lilian rolled her eyes at that comment. Sighing, she once again looked in the mirror, grabbing a butterfly hair clip and putting her hair up, leaving two strands down, falling into her face. "I'm coming!" She called, hoping that Chan would hear her. Quickly, she grabbed her white backpack and ran downstairs.
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Garnet sat on her bed, fully dressed in her white flares and all black short-sleeved button up shirt. She had her backpack sitting right beside her. Suddenly, she looked up and made her way to her dresser, strapping on her backpack. Before she left, she was going to check her make up that she had applied about fifteen minutes ago. Today was another day of cheer practice, so she wanted to look her best. When she got to the gym, she would then change into her uniform.
Last night she had thought the whole Zidane situation through. So, she was a little bit calmer and less freaked out. In fact, she was in a good mood. How long ago was it that she could actually say that for herself?
Since when did she, Garnet Til Alexandros actually care about boys like Zidane? All they did was get high anyways! Sure, Chan was different, but who says that all of them would be at all like her? It was practically impossible to find punks like Chan.
With friends like Angel and all them, it would be a lot easier to get out of the house. Her mom trusted them more. A couple of nights ago she hated people like Angel and all those preps. But that was only because she missed Zidane and all of his stupid and immature friends!
After Saturday night, it was apparent that Zidane was completely over Garnet as a friend and moved on to Bre as a girlfriend. The two seemed better for each other anyways. They were loud, immature, and selfish.
Garnet finished checking her make up and then made her way out the door. Her mother was still asleep so she didn't want to wake her up. Plus, she wouldn't get fussed at for leaving to go to school. Education was important after all. So, her mother couldn't deny her of that.
As she walked along the hard sidewalk, she noted to herself that it was a bit cold. It was kind of too bad that she didn't have a jacket or any kind of warming device. But, she couldn't go back in or she would miss the bus and have to get a late pass. So, without any more delay, she sped up, almost running. "Eek!" She exclaimed as the cold air rushed against her.
Just as the bus arrived, so did she. Kids were loading fast and it was about to leave. "WAIT!!!" She exclaimed, running faster and faster. Finally, when she caught up, the bus doors closed and the driver didn't see her, so he drove off.
"NO!! DON'T LEAVE!!" She hollered, her voice echoing. Garnet swore under her breath as the rain began to pour down on her.
Great! It was bad enough that she didn't have a jacket, but now it was going to be worse because she missed the bus and her friends would be complaining and it was raining. Sure, the day started out good, but boy did it turn into a disaster.
Soon, Garnet just began walking. She figured that it would be worse if she just stood there. After a while of walking in the pouring rain, she stopped and got under a bus stop bench to warm up a bit. Her jaw was now shaking and she was covered in chill bumps as her hair dripped down water. If she was going to be late, then she might as well take her time.
"Hey, do you need a lift?" a male voice called. His voice was deep, and it sounded somehow familiar.
Garnet tore her eyes off the ground and looked up at the male. She saw a cute blonde haired male wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black Stabbing Westward shirt. She stared at him and smiled. "Zidane?" She asked.
The blonde male smiled at her as he opened the door for her. "Come on. . ." Zidane whispered to her.
So, Garnet ran to the car and felt herself jump as the rain hit her once more. She heard a chuckle as she buried her face in her hands. Then she looked up at him. "What?" Garnet asked.
"Nothing," Zidane answered as he started up the car.
"Do you have a mirror or something?" She asked, looking around in the front. Then, she stopped and blushed. "Sorry."
Zidane rolled his eyes, smirking. "It's okay. Here," he said, getting out a mirror from the small compartment on the side of his car door.
Garnet raised a brow to this and then laughed. "I'm sorry. . ."Garnet said, blushing. Then, she accepted the mirror gracefully. "Thank you, Zidane." She said sweetly. Without saying a word more, she checked her make up. Eye makeup was streaming down her face and her hair was an absolute mess. She squealed. "Eek! I look awful!"
Just then, she saw Zidane's hand holding out a Kleenex tissue to her. Garnet closed her eyes and accepted it. "Thank you," she said barely above a whisper. Then, she laughed at herself.
"What's so funny?" Zidane asked. He didn't have a clue what was so funny. All he was doing was helping her. That's what any helpful person would do.
Then Garnet looked over at him and replied. "No, nothing's funny really. It's just that I can't really find myself to say anything that I mean to say." Then Garnet realized how stupid she sounded. "I mean, I do really mean thanks, but. . ." She stopped again. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror and spoke again. "Thanks."
Everything grew silent, as the two couldn't find the right words to say. So, Garnet just started fixing her make up. She wished that she had brought more than just her lip-gloss, but she didn't think that she would have to go through a movie.
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When the two high school kids arrived, they were about fifteen minutes late. They knew that the teachers would be mad so they didn't really have time to get a late pass. But, who says that back up plans weren't acceptable?
"Okay, now, you have my first hour, right Dagger?" Zidane asked her, taking her hand, as the two snuck passed the office.
"Yea. . ." She said silently.
"Good. Take your stuff out of your backpack." Zidane said.
"What?" Garnet asked as if he was kidding. Somehow, his request was a bit hard for her to comprehend.
"Take your stuff out!!" Zidane exclaimed. He then grabbed his binder and put it on his lap. "Come on! We don't have much time before Miss takes roll."
Garnet nodded. Then, she quickly unzipped her pack and got all of her daily supplies out. "Okay. This is all!" She exclaimed, grabbing a black binder, a couple of library books and a couple more class books.
"That's it, really?" Zidane joked.
Garnet glared at him and then gave him a light punch in the stomach. Then she turned to face him. She wanted to thank him before she left. "Zidane, I. . ." She then paused as his eyes met hers. She loved those amazing blue eyes. She couldn't help but get lost in them as her lips met his.
For a second, they just kissed. Then, Garnet pulled away and left for class.
Zidane was numb for a bit as his body was paralyzed. Then, he realized that he had been sitting there for about five minutes. So, he finally got out of his car and followed Garnet to class. He knew by now that she was already gone and in the class. But, he knew that the teacher would know that he wasn't there. Maybe there was some hope left. . .
So, Zidane got out of the car and scurried of to class without a late pass. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar voice. "Ah! Zidane! Did you finally decide to join us today?" Asked the teacher.
"The truth is, Miss, is that I didn't want to get heartbroken because of your beauty." Zidane tried corny old sweet talk. That's what he did with all of his teachers. It almost always worked too! Over half the time it did.
"Well, then, you will be more than pleased to know that you can spend a whole lunch admiring my beauty!" She joked. Then, she stood up and they started class.
Zidane sighed and took his seat. He knew that it wouldn't work. Plus, he knew that his teacher knew him well enough to not have to ask for a late pass. Oh well, at least he didn't have to hear all of the loud kids in the cafeteria.
A/N: So, what did everybody think of that chapter? It was absolutely lovely wasn't it? Lol! Anyways, I would like to hear from all of you. Just tell me what you think. You don't have to complement me. . . that much. J/k! Wow, I am in such a good mood right now! Okay, back to the subject. To save you some time: REVIEW!!!! Oh, and thanks to everyone that has reviewed my story so far. It is greatly appreciated. So, thanks for reading AND reviewing!
Chan – formerly known as BaByGuRl