WEYLYN'S POV
The next morning, I hopped out of bed, got dressed, put my Underdog slippers on and went downstairs for breakfast. I enter the kitchen to find Daddy with oven mitts pulling cookies out of the oven. I guess Mom finally made her craving...I jump onto the counter, Daddy puts the tray of cookies on the stove, then turns and hands me a cup of coffee.
"So, what do you want?" he asks. I smile, then turn my head to see Mom coming back into the kitchen after I hear a toilet flush, she smiles at me, then gives Daddy a kiss on the cheek after grabbing a cookie and popping it into her mouth...ignoring the heat.
"Um...Spaghetti and meatballs!" Daddy rolls his eyes, then walks into the pantry, coming out with a box of stiff noodles and a jar of sauce. My parents are amazing. Mom sits beside me, reaching over and taking the coffee he hands her, downing it quickly.
Daddy hands me my finished breakfast in a tupperware, then I rush off to school. Pulling into the parking lot with GooGoo Dolls 'Slide' blaring through my stereo, I smile when I see everyone waiting. Even though it's really annoying, it makes me happy that people want to be around me.
Hopping out of the car, I smile at a few people, then walk up to Hunter and start talking to him as we head towards our locker. He's telling me about The John Mayer concert that his dad got four backstage passes to and is about to invite me, just as Ruth comes up and starts hammering away.
I don't even look at her saying, "Ruth, give me a second okay?"
Hunter is looking Ruth over, eyebrows raised, but she keeps talking.I turn to tell her to back off, only to stop talking when I take in her outfit. She's wearing white Chuck Taylor's, with scribbly doodles all over them, just like mine. Except...mine are good, with color. She's wearing my sunglasses...again, along with jewelry along the same lines as mine.
She had a chunky ring on her middle finger of her right hand, and one on the thumb and pinky. Her left hand had a silver ring with a purple stone in the middle, like mine, except mine was white gold with diamonds and an amythyst. Gift for my 13th birthday from Daddy. She also had a claddah ring, except hers was gold, mine was silver. I don't like gold.
She even had silver jangly bracelets on her wrists. They weren't as cool as mine, but they were there. She had the powerbeads like I had, and the charm bracelet I recieved when I was little. Her neck had a black choker, a silver chain with a flipflop, and what looked like dogtags. That actually belonged to a dog. Unlike mine, which are Daddy's old ones from ArmyBratCamp, she took Rovers or Fluffys and put them on a chain. To look like mine.
Creepy
I shake my head, taking a deep breath, "Ruth, um. I'm talking to Hunter. Can you give me a minute?" Ruth huffs, glares at Hunter, then storms off.
Turning to Hunter, I sigh, "Sorry." He frowns, shrugging.
"That girl is really freaky. She's wearing the exact same stuff as you." I nod quickly.
"I know! Yesterday she invited herself over, then the whole time she kept asking me questions like 'how does someone like you become Queen of Chilton?' and 'If you weren't there would I ever be Queen?'. It's really creepy...but on a lighter note...The John Mayer Concert?" I smile at him.
He beams, just as Westley comes up and wraps his arms around my waist, "Yeah, Dad got me four backstage tickets...so I was thinking You, Wes, Me, and whoever I'm currently budding up with next weekend." I roll my eyes.
"Seriously?" Wes asks. Hunter nods, then Wes keeps saying thank you, "Man, your Dad is amazing. You always get the best tickets to the most sold out shows at the last possible minute. I bow at your feet." I smile at him, then kick my locker open.
"Have you seen Ruth yet?" I ask him, as he starts to lay gentle kisses along my neck. I can feel him smile into my skin, then feel him shake his head.
He murmers, "No, why?" Into my hair, breathing it in, then I turn to look at him.
"She's wearing fake versions of my jewelry. She's starting to really freak me out." He smiles reasurringly at me, then presses me up against the locker and helps me 'forget' all about Ruth and her creepy, creepy ways.
After our little...not so innocent make out session, Westley lowers me to the ground and we walk together to chorus. Ruth pops out from behind the locker, scowl on her face. I see Westley look her over and shake his head.
Ruth sighs, "I had to wait forever. What could have possibly been so important that you had to talk to that guy and make me wait?" Okay, who does she think she is. She isn't more important than Hunter, one of my BEST FRIENDS since preschool, and if she had to wait she could have tried to find another person to imitate.
"Hunter is my friend. He got Westley and I backstage passes to see John Mayer with him and his date for the night. He is one of my best friends and anything he has to say is important and you need to get that through your head. Alright. Good. Now we're going to be late for class." I smirk at her, then walk ahead so that she's left behind alone in the checkered hallway, our footsteps echoing around her.
I'm really fed up with Ruth and I have to spend three more days with her...then I can go back to my normal routine. Wes and I took our normal seats in chorus, expecting the uncoordinated Ruth to come bustling in seconds later. She didn't. I payed no attention to it though, seeing as she was a freak.
Throughout chorus, Ruth doesn't show up. Five minutes before class ends, the speaker over the class crackles, and the secretary's voice is heard over the loudspeaker.
"Can I please have Weylyn DuGrey after class? Headmaster Charleston would like to have a word with her."
I look over a Westley, a question in my eyes. He shrugs and I bite my lower lip with a frown. After class ends, I throw my messenger bag over my shoulder, then rush to Charleston's office.
Opening the door I see Ruth, with tears streaming down her face sitting in one of the leather chairs. I watch her as I sit down too, then turn to Charleston.
"Weylyn, I'm very disappointed in you. I thought you would be nice enough to take care of Miss Forrester." he says, then stands and shuts the door.
As he's walking to the door, I look over at Ruth, with an expression of 'What The Hell' on my face. Her tears suddenly stop and she smirks at me. My jaw drops just as Charleston turns back around, then Ruth's tears start again.
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