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The lyrics at the beginning are from the Bullet For My Valentine song "Room 409"
I'm not too happy with this part, but still, it's an update
Chapter 2
I take a step, to the left, now you see me
Tears, start to pour, as you crawl, in his apartment
You, screamed his name, as I came in your direction
Fists, start to fly, say goodbye, there's no excuses
The rumours about them dating had already been flying around school before Ashley even agreed to go out with him. Some were ludicrous romantic nonsense, things like Aiden whisking her away to Paris just to ask if she'd go on one date with him, some were more bizarre; people were saying that Aiden had taken a knife to his wrist and let Ashley lick away the blood.
She's not a vampire and she doesn't have a blood fetish, if that's what you're wondering.
Anyway, I was there when she agreed, I'm always there, it hadn't been cultish or even highly romantic – it was after practice, all the boys were heading off to their locker room to shower and change and the girls were heading in the opposite direction, to the girls changing rooms. Madison and Ashley were lingering around on the court and Aiden had run up to them, Madison nudged Ashley and scooted off; I'm hardly surprised, I mean, she did have to be home before the full moon, anyway Aiden was dripping with sweat and Ashley looked uncomfortable, it was painfully obvious he was going to ask her out. And he did, Aiden asked my Ashley out, and she agreed, he smiled and she smiled, and I felt my heart break a little more.
Ashley Davies, head cheerleader and Aiden Dennison captain of the basketball team had started dating; they were King High's very own power couple. She was with someone, someone that wasn't me and yet I still couldn't look away.
His arm around her shoulder, his lips against her skin, his name on her lips, and I still couldn't stop. I still didn't want to. She still haunted my thoughts, I wanted them to break up, I still do. Sometimes when I watch them, I imagine it's me with her instead of him, it's me she's smiling at, it's me she's letting hold her, it's me; as it should be.
He doesn't love her, not like I do, he can't. And I don't think she loves him, maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I've seen it, in her eyes, there's no spark there. When he kisses her, I can see it in her eyes, she doesn't love him. She doesn't.
I can hear her giggling now, it's faux. I hope. Maybe it's not; maybe Aiden Dennison is the world's next greatest comedian. They're coming back from his car, he was skipping geography and she was skipping biology – here is where I'd make a joke about them studying human reproductive biology together, that is if the thought didn't make my blood rage with jealously – and what am I skipping? Nothing, I've got a free, well it will be over in a few minutes and I'll be off to my history class, my history class that I make sure never to miss, why's that? Well I share it with Ashley, that's why.
They walk right past me – I'm sitting at an empty table on the quad, well they're all empty, but that's not the point. I'm sitting in plain view of everyone and everything, but I remain invisible, I think I give off some strange magnetic field. A rare anomaly, one that can only be explained by Professor Hawking about magnetic fields and a black hole is, on the other side of the Milky Way. An anomaly that makes me invisible, completely undetectable by the human eye. I have a theory that one lunch time I could go and sit at the table with all the cheerleaders sitting around it, a table inhabited by all the people at King that loathe people like me; social outcasts. I think that I could plonk myself down at the table and no one would notice me; I just wouldn't register on their radar. I haven't tested my theory out yet, maybe one day I will, but not today.
Ashley pushes Aiden away as she heads towards the girls' loos, he pouts at her and goes off towards his locker.
Yawning I start to gather up my books, the bell is going to go off soon signalling the end of the current lesson and the imminent start of the next and I want to make sure I get a good seat at the back, so I get a good view.
By the time I'd gotten my books together and arrived outside of the correct classroom, the bell had already gone off and the entire student body had poured into the hallways, slowly and noisily shuffling towards their destinations.
A couple of minutes of pushing and elbowing later I was walking into the small classroom on the corner of the building, the room was empty except for two stereotypical swots who always sat together at the front of the room and Mrs. Ryan our teacher. I wasn't far into the room when I felt a tugging on my elbow, turning I was met with Mrs. Ryan's tired face – she was a fairly short plump woman with greying blonde hair, a large pair of spectacles, that were forever falling down, sat perched just past the bridge of her nose. She had a warm smile but a horribly psychotic temper, and she was clutching onto my elbow. Gulping softly I nodded at her and she asked me to stay after class as she had something important to ask me. Shrugging I nodded at her and took my seat at the back of the room, waiting for the rest of class to arrive.
Forty five minutes of Mrs. Ryan droning on about the Spanish civil war was coming to a close, not that I was paying any attention to her, my attention was set on the brunette sitting next to Madison three rows from the back, I inwardly sighed and swooned.
I hadn't chosen the class because of Ashley, that's not to say that I enjoyed history either, I just always seemed to do well at it, and when it came to choosing which subjects to drop and which to pursue, my grades spoke for themselves. Having the object of my affection in the class was just a happy bonus.
No matter how little attention I paid in class I still managed to get some of the highest grades in the year, so I never did listen to what Mrs. Ryan was prattling on about. Then again, even if I was flunking out, that wouldn't change whom my focus was on during class.
Once again the school bell rung, this time signalling not just the end of the lesson but of the school day too, I grinned to myself, the lure of my bed was too strong to resist, after I saw Mrs. Ryan that was. Yawn.
As the students started standing up and getting their things together, Mrs. R started to shout over the roar of chairs squeaking on the linoleum floor, she was reminding us about our homework and when it was due in, not that anyone was listening to her though.
"Miss. Davies, wait a minute, I'd like to see you." That caught my attention; I guess Mrs. Ryan had caught Ashley talking to Madison. All the way through the lesson. Again.
With my bag slung over my shoulder I hovered 'round the middle of the room as the class emptied leaving only myself, Ashley, Madison and our teacher still around. Mrs. Ryan told Madison to go and that she wasn't needed, the latina shot Ashley a sympathetic look before leaving quickly.
Mrs. R regarded me, "Miss. Carlin, please come up here." I did as I was told and started to walk to the front of the classroom, as I did Ashley turned to look at me. She looked confused, like she didn't even know I was in the room with her, she never does.
Mrs. Ryan started to speak again, "Do either of you know why I asked you to stay behind?" we both shook our heads.
"Well it's very simple; Miss. Davies you're failing the class and Miss. Carlin is one of my best students." She wanted me to tutor Ashley? Was I dreaming?
"You want her to tutor me?" Her tone was incredulous.
"Exactly! That is if Miss. Carlin has no objections?" They both turned to look at me.
I shook my head once more and started staring at the floor, "And if I don't want a tutor?" Ashley spoke again.
"Then, well, I'm almost certain you'll fail. Before you ask, I asked Miss. Carlin because I believe she's up to the challenge."
"I don't have a choice do I?" She sounded defeated.
I looked up to see Ashley and Mrs. Ryan both nodding at each other, I think this year is getting better.