Chapter 2

So it all started out one cool morning of September. The start of our last year of high school. Most people would think of this as a blessing. But knowing me, this had to be an omen that something bad was bound to happen. How is that you say? How could one slip of a girl get in trouble on such a fine day? Well lets just say that Murphy was my friend in kinder garden, and I accidentally pushed him off the swings. From there on out he became my enemy and swore revenge. Resulting in Murphy's law which was actually his payback at me. And if you didn't understand the thick layer of sarcasm in this statement than you probably will be thinking that this is some romantic sappy story with lots of crying on behalf of a goth girl who turned emo. And before you ask, I did not actually turn emo!

I was walking through the crowds of students, mostly sophomores who were running around with their schedules and the seniors who are trying get a kick out of pranks on the new kids. I feel sad for them, because I once was inflicted pain in these very hallways. I shuddered at the memories that came flashing in my head.

I walked slowly towards my locker, my arms were killing me because of the extra books and notes. I blamed my mother if I couldn't write a single word on my notebook during class. It was her fault that I was bagless. I mean would it look good if a girl with an all black attire moved around with a pink bag. My spider bag was thrown out in the dumpster when my Mom went to clean my room herself. She hated that little spider on my bag. And she was so very sweet to buy me a new one. The minute she gave me that bag, I had screamed and ran towards the dumpster to retrieve my old bag. And I would have brought it with me today if it weren't for the fact that it was reeking. Real bad.

So here I was with my bare hands and these really heavy books. And just when I thought that things could have been worse. I was rammed with a blonde, I fell she didn't. I dropped my books and my notes went flying on the ground. I mumbled an apology, but as I looked up, she was gone. It was so unfair, it was her fault and I ended up apologizing. My vision was blurry. And a moment later I realized that my glasses were on the ground as well. I reached for them but someone was fast enough. A hand picked up the glasses with one hand and the other hand reached for my books that were lying on the ground.

It was all fuzzy and I couldn't clearly see the face of the person. All I knew that it was male. I could see a pair of blue eyes and black hair, but I was never lucky enough, and it sure as hell wasn't him. But as one hand tentatively took a hold of my face and the other placed the glasses in front of my eyes, and I saw the owner of those hands, I was petrified. Guess it was my lucky day, it was indeed, Danny Fenton.

He gave me that handsome grin of his. Making his eyes crinkle a bit, he spoke, "Hi there."

"Hey!" was the breathless remark. And I was fully aware that his hand was still on my cheek. And I was burning up.

"If people continued to be jerks like that, ramming into people, then one day someone will be squashed in this hallway," he moved his hand away and picked up my books and notes for me. My trance broke the second his eyes shifted from mine. And I cleared my throat, the heat hadn't left my cheeks. I sighed inwardly and spoke, "And no one would ever find out. Not even the janitor would be able to find out the remains." I laughed lightly to not make this situation awkward for me than it already was. He laughed lightly and my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I would be melting any second now.

He handed me my books and a few stray notes. I mumbled a 'thanks' and we both stood up. It was always like this since 2nd grade. We weren't the best of friends, but we were friends nonetheless. And these exchange of words were nice while they lasted. When I checked my books the bell rang, and I still was nowhere near my locker. Great! detention on the first day. He shrugged and ran for his first period after saying 'Goodbye' and I smiled in his direction.

I was about to go towards my locker when he called back, "You should leave your glasses off more often. You look good that way," was his statement that left me with a dazed smile as I waltzed towards my locker. But this would be a bad day nonetheless. And that was proved when I was given detention and afterwards I found out that I lost my 4 page essay in the halls. And I would have to start over again for that. And it didn't help that I had tripped during lunch because Paulina wasn't careful, at least that was what she said and I know how she played dirty.

Other than that, I remained invisible. As invisible as I could, and that helped my sanity.

Gym was, in some words, interesting. Not that it isn't interesting throughout the semester. That was for the fact that even though I am a person that is regarded as ,'Four eyes'. And I do not wear glasses for fashion or something, but I have eye sight problems. So even though I'm a nerd in my peer's dictionary, I am exceptionally good at sports. I mean I had impressed Mrs. Tetslaff, the bull. People were scared of her. She had scared the shit out of Mr. Lancer, who scared the shit out of children. So you could guess what children thought of her. She was dressed as Frankenstein in the Halloween party last year. And she was famous in Casper High as the Undertaker. That is scary, but she had actually said two words of sentiments that she never said to anyone in her history of Casper High couching, 'Good Job!" I was beyond exhilarated.

Anyway, as I said that today Gym was exceptionally good, well that was because I made a friend. Yes, a real friend. Not one of my muses or my parents or that cat that always came by my window at night. The cat that I sometimes fed... Okay so maybe I always fed it. It's cute, it's like Snowbell from Stuart Little. That cute fluffball, and the way it gnaws its whiskers with its paws and purred. That was cute and I had to feed it. I think I'm gonna name it Emma, it certainly is female. So now I have a cat named Emma.

Anyway, the way I made my one friend was painful, and to this day my back hurts and it will still be hurting when I reach 40. Tetslaff partnered up all the kids and they did their fair share of P.T. I was partnered up with the girl with the olive black curly hair and jade colored eyes. I couldn't get her name then. She was climbing the rope and I was standing on the ground holding the rope waiting for her to climb down so I could go up. She was almost to the top when her hands slipped and she fell.

And I was, well, me. So I had to be chivalrous and I spread my arms apart to catch her. Seriously I was not Superman or any other super hero who made a living out of catching falling damsels. And that girl certainly was not Louis Lane in her business blouse falling from the twentieth floor of a building. And she was definitely not thin, she was healthy, that meant that I was either going to break my back or my hands, because I am thin like a stick. And when she fell on me, well lets just say that after a few seconds I started counting stars. I heard a distant voice calling my name but I was nursing the bruise on my head and my butt.

Someone hoisted me up and I was leaning back on some guy's chest who was shaking me awake. And finally I realized that I was falling more in love with this guy, "You okay?" I nodded my head and he helped me up. And who was he?! Yes, it was him, Danny Fenton. He was still fussing over my trip to the next fall and that girl who fell on me stood in front of me with a guilty expression. I eased Danny back and faced her. She bit her lips, "You alright?!" I nodded again.

"I'm sorry!" was her hurried reply and she was still irking with guilt.

"It's okay. I'm fine," I grumbled.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and thanked my saving her butt. Mine hurt like hell. She was still blabbering and I had to stop her because my head was hurting real bad.

"It's okay," I shouted at her and she fell silent, "It's no big deal, you fell, I tried to catch you. Everybody's okay so no fussing."

She nodded and smiled a little, then reached for her short's pocket and pulled out a small note and handed it over to me, "Your funny. Call me!" and with that she dashed towards the locker room. I stared at the place she left and held up the note she gave me. It was her cell number. Two things hit me, one, what kind of person kept their cell number written on a paper and in their pockets and walked around with it. And two, what did she mean by, 'Call me', who does that?! My eyes turned wide as I realized that she was a lesbian and I was her new prey.

I was horribly aware that Danny was holding me. I eased out of him and looked at him with a smile, "Thanks, Danny."

He grinned at me and reached for my hand that had the note in it and waved it in front of me, "Keep it safe. She doesn't trust many people." He was talking about that girl. Okay, now I was mortified. He let go off me and walked towards his friend and waved back at me. I gazed at the note and the first thing I did when I reached my room was to search after this girl.

Her name was Valerie Grey, she was part of the A-listers but they kicked her out when he Dad went bankrupt and from there on out she secluded herself. But thank goodness she was straight. I let out a sigh of relief at the realization.

From that day on, me and Valerie were inseparable. We talked non stop and my life turned fairly good.

It was Friday and our Ravens had a soccer game. Both me and Valerie stayed, she stayed because she liked the game. I stayed because Danny was the mascot. The lights lit the stadium and the mascot was announced. Danny came running in the field. Valerie turned her attention from her drink to me, "I think he likes you."

I blushed and stuttered, "No-o, He-e doesn't," and she shrugged, "Then you like him," she smiled smugly at me and I glared at her. But sighed, "You know what, I am fantasizing what he has under that costume," and she nudged me. I turned towards her and saw that she was staring at something, or rather someone.

I turned to her line of vision. That was the first time I saw him. He was looking at me and he had his mouth etched in a smirk. Valerie whispered something in my ear, "Gregor Kane. He's part of the A-list. Bad boy number. 1." I nodded absently and stared at the guy who still hadn't looked away. I was daring him with my stare but he was shameless. He had dyed grey hair and a black and white wardrobe. He was leaning against the sill.

I turned since he was going to act like a bastard. And Valerie whispered again, "He's really bad news. Better stay away from him," as if I was going to launch myself in his arms because he was smouldering at me with those green eyes. He was an A-list, enough reasons for me to ignore him.

But a nagging feeling at the back of my head said that ignoring him was going to be hard.

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