Hello, Just wanted to give a few warnings at the beginning of this story. This Story has some hard to swallow themes, there is mentioned harsh abuse in the past, and some light abuse from a parent. This story has some non-con themes, but do not worry, it doesn't go to far, I will warn you when that chapter comes up, and I will warn you when that scene comes up for those who are more delicate. This story as you know is based in 1959, so I had to take in account what struggles would be happening in that day, so be aware of that, I tried to keep things true to the times but I wasn't born then so honestly I can only do so much. I tried, that's all I can say. Other than that, please enjoy, if you want to review, go for it.
Another warning this is a romance fic about Ace Merill, I think it goes without saying, he is going to be Out of Character but I did try to keep his attitude.
Remember, this is a fanfiction story, this hardly ever happens in real life, PLEASE don't go chasing after the "troubled" person around thinking they will change for you, most often they don't in the real world.
Oh and don't know if I have to say this but I don't own the book nor movie this is based off of. I just made a bunch of characters to fit this story.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining as it made its way up past the horizon, and the sky was already a clear blue, without a single cloud in sight. I stared out my bedroom window, my arms crossed over the surface of my new desk, while I rested my chin upon my arms.
I have been sitting here for the past 30 minutes, just dreading this day. I had a fitful sleep the night before, hoping that tomorrow was never going to come. As my luck would have it though, it did, and it came way earlier than I expected.
I was awake before the sun even came out to play, and though I tried to just turn over and get a little more rest, sleep never did take me. So here I sat in this strange bedroom, looking out at the unfamiliar neighborhood trying my best to keep my stomach from betraying me.
I haven't been this nervous about the first day of school since⦠Well ever. I was always decent in school, in fact I admittedly never really had to try that hard for a good grade. Not to say I was just that smart, but rather I was able to retain information, and memorize it well enough to pass a test. I was also apparently a fast learner, according to my past teachers.
So School was never something I ever felt genuinely nervous about. This year however was very different. This wasn't a school I have been going to most of my life, this school was states away from my hometown of Valence, Nebraska, and this town was even smaller than it too.
That means rumors spread quicker, and even less information can be kept a secret around here, no matter how quiet I can be. I groaned to myself, closing my eyes tightly. I wish I could just magically become sick in the next few minutes to keep me home just a few days longer, but I do not have such luck.
There was a soft knock on my door, followed shortly by the small creak it made as it opened. This was a small thing that always bugged me. What is the point of knocking on a door if you are just going to barge in anyway? It just didn't make any sense.
"Oh good you are already up!" My mom's chipper voice sang from across my room. I heaved a sigh and slowly pushed myself up and out of my seat to turn and face her.
"Couldn't sleep that well." I mumbled looking up at the woman whom I once upon a time, felt very close to, but now I barely recognized her. It was now 6:30 in the AM, and she was dressed in a pristine figure enhancing cream colored dress. It was classy, with a straight-line collar, and the skirt ending just above her knees. Her hair was fabulously done in a glamorous updo, not a hair out of place, and her makeup was applied to perfection.
Her hair that once was a luscious velvety chocolate color that matched mine was now the color of wheat, thanks to her new stylist. She had to go in every month or so to touch it up now to keep it looking so "Perfect", but to her it was worth it.
It wasn't just her outer appearance that changed though, her entire attitude and personality did a 180 as well, ever since she met Tom.
"Are you going to wear that to school?" Mom asked, her red lips turning into a scowl, and she pointed offensively at my body. I was currently wearing high waisted jean capris and a dark purple short sleeved top. I looked down at my choice of clothing.
They looked nice I thought, it wasn't like they were stained or had holes. They weren't even wrinkled! They were modest as well, the scoop neckline was not low enough to show any cleavage. I looked back at mom confused as she stepped fully into my room and headed towards my closet.
"Why don't you wear one of the dresses we bought you?" She reached in and pulled out one of the said dresses I kept in the far side of the closet. It was powder blue with white polka dots, and a matching powder blue jacket to go over it. I blanched at her pick, but quickly controlled my face before she saw my expression.
"I don't feel comfortable wearing that." I said simply.
I crossed my arms over as if emphasizing my discomfort, but my mom only frowned looking at the dress then back to me.
"Why not? This would make you look like such a respectable young lady."
I wanted to argue how not even a year ago, she didn't feel comfortable in such dresses either, or even ask why the clothes I was wearing now didn't make me look like a "respectable" young Lady? Just because I wasn't wearing an overly expensive dress doesn't mean I don't deserve some respect. It would have been pointless though; mom was great at pretending like the past didn't exist.
"Mom, please." I begged.
She sighed letting her arms, dress in hand, fall to her sides. Her bright blue eyes looked at me with the smallest amount of pity. It was a rare moment to see her actually show some sympathy, but the look disappeared just as fast as it came. Replaced with a dainty smile and dancing joyful eyes.
"Alright hun, but I would like you to wear them some time soon. We spent good money on these for you." She said hanging the dress back up into my closet. Once again, I wanted to speak my mind. TOM was the one who paid good money, and it was for THEM, not for me. I won the small battle though, being able to at least wear more comfortable clothing on my first day. I wasn't going to mess that up now.
Mom closed the closet doors and walked back over to me, grabbing a small piece of my long dark locks. She wanted me to get my hair colored like hers and give it a new style to be more fashionable, however I opted just to trim it, cutting off some split ends, to keep it looking healthy.
Once upon a time, my mom used to tell me how important natural beauty was. She used to say how everyone can be pretty, just the way they are, if they just carried themselves in the right manner. Now that money wasn't an issue it seemed that she boarded the more popular boat of, you need to look just like the stars on T.V. to even be considered attractive.
I wasn't entirely upset she dyed and styled her hair, I just was not liking the fact she only did it to please others, and to "fit in".
"I really wish you had more done to your hair before school started." She said, voicing exactly what I thought she was thinking.
"I like my hair the way it is mom, it requires no effort." I mumbled out taking the strand out of her fingers gently. Mom just gave a small hum in disapproval, but didn't say anything else on the subject. Instead she put back on a casual smile and straightened her posture, and started to flitter towards my open door.
"Come down for breakfast hun, after that I can drive you to school."
I followed her out my door trying to find any excuse I can not to be driven to school. Mom never had to drive anywhere before she married Tom, even now usually Tom does all the driving, but he just got mom a brand-new Pontiac Bonneville, and she was just itching to be seen cruising in it anywhere and everywhere.
She was not the most horrid driver, but it was enough to gain attention, and the last thing I wanted was to gain that much unwanted attention on top of being an almost 18-year-old who still has their mommy drop them off for school. That is just too embarrassing.
"I can walk mom; it isn't that far away and I rather like the time to myself before classes start." I said. I was able to answer honestly at least, I always walked to school before, and I did enjoy my quiet time. I was able to really tuck away my life situation to the back of my mind, before getting into the mindset of school; or vice-versa.
As I sat at the table I watched her smile falter, but only for a second before the mask came back on.
"I guess it isn't cool to be dropped off by your parents." She conceded. I sighed quietly, relieved that she wasn't in a hardheaded mood today, though I was positive it was only because it was my first day of school. I would not be so lucky everyday this year.
She placed a small plate of eggs, toast, and strawberries in front of me, that I thanked her for before digging in. One thing I was happy about, is mom's cooking habits haven't really changed since she remarried. She was a wonderful cook, and though the meals weren't fancy, they tasted amazing!
She did start practicing on more extravagant meals to impress Tom, or more so impress any company that may be invited over now, which was a bit of a let-down, but luckily it hasn't been too often that she had to cook these kinds of meals. I wasn't against the meals, I just know that every time it's made, it means I must dress to impress and act "Sophisticated" to make a good impression on whoever is over.
It was nothing like I was used to living. Usually when we had company it was just my old friend Masie, or mom's friend Shelly, or even my aunts, or cousins. We never had to impress anyone, we just had fun, and chatted about anything and everything. Now when people come over it's always so political.
Who was seen was who, who had money, who was divorced, who had too many kids, etc. It was something my mom used to hate, because she was a divorced single mom, she often would be the topic of these discussions before she married into money. I wonder if she ever felt bad when the topic of discussion turned towards a woman that was in her shoes not more than a year ago. Maybe she just pretended like it never happened, much like everything else.
I happened to glance up at the clock to see school will be starting about half an hour, and if I wanted to show up in enough time to find my locker beforehand, I should leave in the next 5 minutes. With that in mind I finished the last few bites of toast, and placed the dish carefully in the sink.
"Thanks for breakfast. I have to go, I'll see you after school." I said hurriedly as I grabbed the few notebooks mom got me for school. I was out the door before she could make even one more critique.
Once out of the house I felt like I was finally able to breathe, now that I wasn't under constant scrutiny. I looked around me, at the different recently painted houses, with their nice green lawns. These were the kinds of houses we visited for Halloween every year because they gave out the good candy, but these weren't the kind of houses we ever lived in.
We lived in a small home, with chipped paint, a screen door that you had to lift and slam to shut, and constantly had at least one broken window. I missed that old house, it wasn't the nicest looking, and it always had a hard time staying cool in the summers, and warm in the winters, but it was home.
The place we lived in now felt like living in a really nice hotel or visiting a classmate's expensive home for a project. It was nice but you just know you don't belong. You feel like you are constantly being watched; as if you'd bring in dirt, and mud just by your presence being there.
I didn't feel cut out for this Socialite life I was stuck in. I certainly didn't belong in this type of neighborhood. I continued, keeping my head mostly down towards the ground or straight ahead, to avoid any kind of eye contact with the folks watering their lawns, or grabbing their morning newspaper. The further I walked the closer to the main part of town I got, which means the more I started to come across the town's inhabitants.
I inspected some of the new faces, not lingering too long on any single one. I didn't want to invite conversation, I just wanted to see what kind of characters inhabited this small town. So far I did see a few different kids also walking the sidewalks, most of them a little younger than I. All were walking in a group of at least three or more.
I am sure in a town like this, having friends is important, and most of these people probably had the same friends since kindergarten. It will be extremely difficult for someone like me to make friends so late in my school career. With only a year, I would be lucky to make even one decent acquaintance before graduation.
Thinking about stuff like that made me wish I could have brought my friend Masie with me here. I didn't have many friends back in my old town either, only a handful; but I had her, she was my best friend and that was all I ever really needed. Now even that comfort is gone.
I raised a hand to my temple and pressed with the smallest bit of pressure. I need to stop thinking about all the negatives, otherwise I really will have a terrible school year. I need to focus on some positives here. Honestly, I was possibly in the best position I have ever been in, in my life, and I wasn't even allowing myself to enjoy it.
Back in my old town everyone knew everyone, and my family was no exception. The whole town knew about my family and treated me accordingly, which was terrible considering my family history. Here no one would know me, they don't know anything of my family's past, to even begin to make assumptions about me.
It was the big break I desperately wanted; however, it was a good half a decade too late. This was something I desperately wished for when I was 12, not when I was to be entering adulthood in just 8 short months. I guess I could chalk this up to God listening to my prayers, but only doing so in "His own time", as mom used to say. Some timing.
It wasn't long before I was able to spot the crosswalk signs, indicating I was really close to the school now, I could see the parking lot for it now, and I can see many cars packed full of teens laughing and shouting at each other. It looked like they were having a great time.
When I finally entered the parking lot area, I stuck to the sidewalks surrounding it, guaranteeing no incidents of almost being run over, or so I hoped. I nearly made it all the way to the school before a black car swooped into one of the parking spaces in front of the sidewalk, and suddenly stopped only an inch or so away from where I stood. The sound of the car screeching to a halt, and seeing the grill enter into my line of vision so close to my legs, activated my flight or fight a little too well. I jumped away hitting my side roughly into the school's brick exterior.
My wide eyes snapped to where the driver would be, and they came into contact immediately with some bright blues. There was a total of 4 guys in the car, the two in the back, and one in the passenger seat were laughing obnoxiously, while the driver just had a sly smirk directed towards me.
He was wearing a plain black tee, and his blonde hair looked greased up, typical of men like him. With his slight scruff coming in, and the cigarette behind his ear, he looked like most of the hoods I dealt with back in Valence. Although I would have to admit, he was definitely much more handsome than any of the men back there, hood, greaser or otherwise.
The other guys didn't really seem to pose that much interest in me, they all seemed to wear white or black stained tees, the one in front had nice curly brown hair greased back. The blonde in the back had his hair buzzed real short and looked way too scrawny to be any real threat, while the other had light brown hair buzzed at an even length. He almost looked like a military brat, if it wasn't for the clothes.
After inspecting the boys for only a few seconds, and letting my heart calm down, I was able to control my face back into an emotionless expression. I didn't want to give these guys too much satisfaction out of scaring me, so instead of yelling at them, or giving them any more attention; I just turned to face towards the school doors once more and moved on.
I heard a "Hey!" shouted behind me, but there was no way of telling whether it was directed towards me or not, and I wasn't about to look back to find out. In a small town like this, it wouldn't have been anything personal. They just want to make a memorable impression on the new kid, if they even realized I was new that is. It was just as likely they just saw a girl they haven't barked at yet and wanted to make an impression that way.
Though I wasn't the type of girl to get a lot of attention from men, it didn't really matter to men like that. They hit on almost any girl that crossed their path, or in this case to tease or scare her. I learned once that fear and sexual attraction go hand in hand for women; it's why the top pick for a date is often a scary movie. The girl gets scared, clings to the guy, and before you know it, you're in a heated embrace in the backseat of his car.
This of course isn't quite the same situation, but it enables similar feelings. It made me notice them, and that was enough for their short track minds. I felt since I knew these tricks I had at least a bit of equal footing against men who just wanted to see how fast I would let them into my pants. I could see the tricks a mile away and avoid them.
I searched the hall for what would be the office, which didn't take long. Small town means small school, the office was never too far from the front doors. In this school, Castle Rock High, the office was smack dab in the middle of the main social area, just 20 or so feet away from the doors.
I made a beeline towards the office, and walked up cautiously to the lady occupying the front desk. She was short and stout, and an older woman, with permed curly red hair and heavy blue eyeshadow. She was tapping away at a typewriter, and blowing a large pink bubble, her red lipstick marking it up as it grew.
"Excuse me." I spoke gently, catching the lady's attention. Her brown eyes looked up at me with a bored expression, the pink bubble popping, and sticking to her painted lips.
"Can I help you?"
Her voice was a little gravely, probably having been smoking for far too long. It was something I heard often from some of my older aunts, and Masie's parents.
"I am new here, and I was wondering if maybe you had a general map of the school, so I can find my classes?" The lady hummed and sighed, searching her messy desk for what I had asked for.
"I'm sorry hun, we don't get new students often, I wouldn't even know where-" The front office door opened and closed behind me and the lady I was talking to looked up and narrowed her eyes at whoever came in. My curiosity won me over, so I looked over my shoulder to see the brunette that was in the passenger seat of the car from earlier.
We made eye contact, this time with him so close up I was able to make out a scar on his left eye. He carried a shit-eating grin when he recognized me, and I wasn't about to ruin my plan to not give him or his friends any kind of reaction, so instead I went to pick my notebooks up off the counter.
"That's okay Mrs- " I inspected her name tag realizing I didn't know what to call her thus far.
"- McGee. I am sure I can figure it out, Thanks anyway." I gave her a kind smile, and turned to walk towards the office doors, but was stopped when the lady spoke up.
"Actually, since we don't have a map, Mr. Chambers can take you."
'Damn!'
I looked back at her in slight hope that she didn't mean the guy that just walked in but with the fake smile she sent his way, I knew I was not going to be so lucky.
"I am sure even with a year's absence you know your way around Mr. Chambers." Her tight smile never left her face as she lifted a single piece of paper to the boy.
The boy shrugged and snatched the paper out of her hand before walking up to me and placing a hand on my shoulder guiding me towards the door.
"No problem." The sound of his voice gave away that he was still grinning, which only caused me to scowl more. Once we were a few feet away from the door he took his hand off my shoulder and paused.
I stopped too and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He ignored this though as he was looking at the sheet in his hand nonchalantly for a bit before folding it haphazardly and stuffing it in his back pocket.
"Let me see your schedule." I stared at him dumbly for a short while, before realizing what he asked and fumbling with one of my notebooks. I took out the nearly pristine sheet and lifted it out to him still a little unsure. Chambers snatched it up fast and searched its contents lazily with an unreadable expression.
"Your first class is American History with Mr. Barringer after homeroom. Then we share Algebra with Mr. Marshall."
I was taken back that he was actually being helpful. After we left the office, he could have just left me in the hallway to flounder and no one would have been the wiser. Instead, he placed his hand back on my shoulder and lead me down one of the few hallways within the school.
"My classes are close by so after history, I can walk with you to Algebra, and we can go from there." He finished, taking a stop by some dark green lockers, and pointing to one that was next to a wall littered in Artwork, that I presume was from the only Art class in this school.
"That's your locker,"
He then turned and pointed to one across the hall and further down to the left. "Mine is over there. We will meet up here to go to Algebra."
I blinked at him a few times, and he handed the paper back to me. I took it from his fingers gingerly, trying to find out what his angle was. I was untrusting of people naturally, let alone someone who seemed as unhinged as he and his buddies.
However, I was also raised to be thankful, kind and respectful, so I was not about to stick my nose up at the hospitality.
"Thank you. That would be nice." I agreed, storing my list away in one of my notebooks once again.
"Don't mention it." He said, then pointed down the hallway to the right.
"Homeroom for you is the first door on the left, and American History," He paused to now look down the hallway to our left.
"Is the second door to the right." I nodded, committing the information to memory.
"Thanks, that helps a lot..." I paused looking up at the guy expectantly. He seemed to get the hint and gave a lopsided grin.
"Everyone calls me Eyeball."
I raised a brow but didn't voice any of my questions. I saw the scar on his eye earlier so with a little bit of imagination I can see that is why he has the ridiculous nickname. I was actually a little more curious if there was a story behind the scar, or if it was something he had since he was small, and the nickname just stuck that long.
I wasn't going to ask about it though, I still did not trust this guy, and judging by the looks we have been getting from our fellow students, I assumed it was best I didn't.
"Eyeball." I repeated with a curt nod. "I'm Robin." I said, lifting my hand out for him to shake.
He stared at the hand with a raised eyebrow before his smile turned to almost a cat-like grin and took my hand in his.
"You're gonna regret this real soon."
With that he turned and walked down the hall, to what I assumed was his homeroom class leaving me stunned and confused. Was that supposed to be a threat? It seemed awfully out of place to threaten me now, and I wasn't even sure what I did that would have offended him so much.
I decided to shrug it off, I really couldn't see how I could regret anything I said, and I didn't have the time nor energy to care at the moment. I figured I maybe didn't hear him right, or he didn't mean it the way I thought he did. I mean I am no longer in the Midwest anymore; things tend to be much different across the country.
I made my way to the classroom Eyeball said would be my homeroom, and for a split second I thought maybe what I would regret, was he lied. Maybe I'd be barging into random classrooms all morning to find the one I am supposed to be in. However, that wasn't the case, after I walked in the teacher Mrs. Bullara, a very tall older woman with a stern face spotted me.
"You must be Ms. Young."
I froze, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"Sorry What?"
The woman's face became even more stony, her already permanently frowning lips curving even further, I can tell she frowns almost constantly due to the deep wrinkles around her lips.
"Are you not Robin Young?"
The first name was a match, but that most certainly wasn't my last name. It was Tom's last name, and now my mom's.
"Sorry, yes I am Robin."
Her face never changed; her eyes just narrowed tremendously on me.
"Must I assume you don't even know your own name?"
There was a round of giggles around the room, promising that I have already made a fool of myself and school hasn't even properly begun. Great.
"No, I am just... tired." I said timidly.
I kept my eyes scanning the wood floors, rather than at the faces staring into across the room. I said I didn't want to gain any attention here so soon, and here I am screwing all that up for myself.
"Well, I suggest you wake yourself up. Not many teachers will be as lenient as I, for your kind of behavior."
I looked back up at her, I'm sure a skeptical look already on my face. That was being lenient? And did she honestly think I was trying to be funny or make a fool out of her? I was the only one embarrassed out of this exchange!
"Take a seat and don't forget it. You won't be changing after today."
She turned her back to me in a huff, leaving me to look amongst the shining eyes and catty smiles of my fellow students. Many of the girls already huddled together and not so subtly whispered about me behind their hands to their friends.
I took this opportunity to walk straight to the back of the room where most of the empty desks were and took the one in the corner by a large window. I often live by the rule, out of sight, out of mind, it seems to work well for me. As long as I am not constantly in their sights, they won't think about me much. Plus, I really enjoyed looking out the window whenever I had a chance to do so, so this was a perfect spot.
I glanced out the window and allowed myself to drift off into in thought, ignoring any whispers that may have floated through the room. A few minutes later I heard a screech, and then a loud plop from the desk beside me, indicating it was being occupied none too gracefully, but I didn't bother to look over. I was trying to just make sense of the news I just got.
I never changed my last name, it should have still been Brooks, after my father. A pit of unease swirled around in my stomach.
' Did they just assume that would be my last name? Did Mom change my last name without asking me about it?'
The dark pit grew, and I felt the wave of anger starting to push forward. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
'Calm your nerves, it probably was just a mistake, you can ask mom about it when you get home.'
I held my breath for a few seconds before slowly exhaling quietly. The rage dissipated and the churning pit slowed, as I gave in to that more comforting thought. I had at least eight hours to go at this place for the day, and I couldn't risk losing my control in front of these people. I heard the bell ring, and slowly turned my eyes and body to the front of the class. It was only homeroom, but they even gave a small speech about rules and expectations of this time.
During my efforts to keep my eyes on Mrs. Bullara, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the student next to me was making a clear display of watching me rather than her. I could see light features, but since I refused to turn their way, I couldn't be sure of who it was, though I think I could make a few guesses.
Who are the only people I have had an encounter with already today? It had to be one of the boys from the car, and if not them, then just some creep.
After Bullara was finished with her basic speech and sat at her desk, there were quiet murmurs heard throughout the class. Since it was the first day, that meant there was no homework, meaning quiet chatter was allowed. Though I am sure after today there will be much different expectations.
I wanted to be stubborn and not bother to even throw my desk neighbor a glace, seeing as I could still tell they were facing me. However, I was a little curious as to who it was, so I chanced a peak. I turned my head ever so slightly to get a look, only to see the blonde from earlier. The driver of the Chevy, and not the scrawny one in the back seat.
Once he knew I took the bait his smirk grew. A piece of me wanted to smack it off his smug little face, but I was NOT going to be doing that anytime soon, my mom would be in a rage if I got in trouble on my first day.
"Do you have a problem?" I finally asked, keeping my face blank of any expression.
"Is there a problem with wanting to welcome the new girl?" He said.
"Oh, is trying to hit someone with your car, how you say hello here?" I bit back.
So much more trying to stay emotionless, I can feel my eyes narrow on their own, and a small grimace form on my lips. Now he knows he irritates me, which means I was just adding fuel to the fire, but it was almost impossible to not react to seeing this guy look so smug. I kept my pointed look as I quickly gave him a once over.
Something I hoped came across as just sizing up, and very unimpressed. I knew it was also a little bit of an excuse to scope him out, but it was mostly to show how unimpressed I was! He had dark jeans, and I can see that the short sleeves of his shirt were just slightly rolled up to show off just a little bit more of his biceps. His blue eyes were even brighter up close too. Damn why did a jerk like him have to be so attractive, that just isn't fair.
He only grinned at my retort, and luckily for me didn't make any smart comment to my eye movement either. I will count that as a success.
"I wasn't trying to hit you, just trying to gain your attention." He said as he leaned back in his seat. A look of Triumph covering his features. Yup it worked in the end, I couldn't just ignore the asshole and move on. I have been trying to train myself on showing less emotions and just getting through shit on my own, but I seem to be failing.
I wanted to be able to just ignore everyone else, and push through life till I can be somewhere I truly wanted to be.
"What's your name?" He asked.
I narrowed my eyes further into a harsh glare. He looked so smug! Like he just knew I was going to give him my name and he won some type of game with me, and what made it worse was, I wanted him to know it.
I sighed, giving up the losing battle, and decided to rethink my approach. He clearly caught my attention, so the damage is done, but I will not add more fuel to the fire by acting in a way that will make him want to keep bothering me. It was best just to let it go, and pretend like you aren't interested.
"Robin." I said simply. Not giving him a hand to shake like I did eyeball earlier. This guy I doubted would even take a handshake if I offered it anyway.
"And Yours?" I asked, taking my eyes off him to straighten out my books, and pull a pencil out to be ready for my next class. I just needed to do anything to act a little more bored with the situation, instead of showing how excited I actually was to know his name.
"Ace."
I turned my face to him ever so slightly, with a quirked brow.
"Ace? Like the card?"
The shit-eating smirk never leaving his lips, he pulled out a wallet from his jeans to reveal the carved card upon it. The Ace was the wild card, and often in most games trumps all others, so I guessed that was the reason he took it as a brand for himself. Just from my small interactions with him today, I could tell he lives up to the reputation of the name.
"Fitting." I said it nonchalantly and cursed myself ever so slightly. I really need to work on not giving compliments to people who do not deserve it.
I faced my notebooks in front of me and started to dictate which notebook will be for what class. Anything to distract me from the blonde beside me. Luckily the homeroom was the shortest class period we had throughout the day, so it wasn't too long before the bell rang, and I was relieved from his presence to go to my next class.
I just hoped homeroom was the only class we shared together.
