Chapter Two: Evaporate The Rain.
The next day, I wish got better, but it doesn't. What have I done to Josue to deserve the "glare"?
First it's on my way to 1st period, it's strange, because his "cult" is watching me.
It's Ian, or I think that's his name. He's big, tan, and has some muscle. His bulky arms are crossed across his chest, his dark eyes never leaving me, with Amany to his left.
I'm walking with Annie, she's advising me to ignore the stares.
"Why are they staring?" I ask her, clutching my binder.
"I don't know, they don't normaly do that, I think it's because you're new," she suggests.
Yeah, that must be it.
"Oh, maybe you're right," I tell her.
I start to bite my lip, looking at Annie.
We look so different, she fits in, I don't.
Her hair is auburn and to her shoulder blades, mine is straight and a little past my shoulders.
Her skin is tan, mine is creamy.
Her smile is so pretty, mine isn't.
"C'mon, we're ditching 1st period," Annie smiles, pulling me into the gym.
"What?" I gasp.
"No one has gym 1st, I promise," she smiles, pulling me into the girl's locker room.
Monica, Shayla, Julia, and Melanie are waiting, sitting on some plastic white chairs.
"Finally," Monica groaned.
"So, I've heard, you've been the eye of Trey's cult," Julia said.
"Maybe, 'cause I'm new," I said, biting my lip.
"Mm, whatever you say," Melanie shrugged, sipping her Coke.
I wasn't that I was insecure, but right now I felt like it. Never did I want this feeling, and certainly not right now.
To 2nd period, it was all I thought when I walked there, not meeting Trey's eyes as I walked.
I sat beside Monica, glancing at my text book when I felt eyes on me.
I felt the desk chair next to me screech.
I tried to concenrate on the section I was reading, language.
Verbs, many types of them.
No one had sat next to me before, well not in that seat. One glance, I gave myself that.
I looked over, just to be met with a pair of eyes.
I'd know those eyes anywhere.
The dark brown eyes, sparkled with light green.
Josue's eyes.
I looked at him for half a second, before turning back to the text book.
He was in this class, this call. Here with me, why was he staring at me?
"Hey, you're the new girl," he said, clearing his throat.
Great, I thought sitting in the back of the classroom would be quiet.
Wrong.
"Yeah, we met on Friday," I said, plainly.
"I'm Josue," he informed.
"I know," I said.
"You're Jasadey," he said.
"Yeah, that's right," I said, trying to end this pointless conversation.
"Um, your name's a mouthful. I'll call you Jenna," he smiled.
I felt my face full into a smile, without my permission.
"Oh, okay," I said, I felt my face grow hot.
That was the whole conversation for the whole class, it was like that until Thursday.
I'd turn, I would meet his eyes.
He'd smile for a second, then stop.
In lunch, it was the same.
I would look at his table, I'd meet his eyes. His friends would stare at me, like if it was their job.
I walked into school, on Thursday. I was almost to homeroom, it was when a girl approuched me.
She was a little taller than me, average, dark brown hair, and bright eyes.
I took me a minute to realize who it was, it was Amany.
"Hey, you're Jenna," she smiled.
"Y-yeah, Jenna, Jasadey, same thing," I said , walking beside her.
"Sorry, but Josue told me to call you Jenna, I hope you don't mind," she smiled.
"It's alright," I smiled back.
"I came to invite you, to sit with me at lunch today," she pleaded.
"Lunch? Um, yeah, sounds cool," I said.
"Okay, I'll see you then," she smiled, walking off.
Wow, lunch with Amany?
In 1st period, I told Monica.
"She's never invited anyone, not after she got with Trey," Monica said, almost shocked.
"Maybe she's trying to be friendly," I suggested.
"Yeah, well you'll see, then you'll tell me," she winked.
I smiled.
"Yeah, you know I will," I smiled.
I walkined into 2nd period, almost forcefully.
Was Josue here?
I scanned the room, that's what I saw him.
In the back, in his seat, staring at me. His face was tight but relaxed.
I started to bit my lip, walking to my seat.
"Hi, Jenna," he said, looking over when I sat down.
"Hey, Josue," I said back.
He nodded.
Halfway through the class, I felt my leg vibrate.
I gasped, covering my mouth.
I layed back in my chair, pulling my phone out.
It wasn't a number in my contact book, but it had Utah's code numbers. No one there had my new number, my dad had barely gotten our phones yesterday.
Conversation: No Name.
No Name: Hey, it's Elisa, I'm using Bianca's phone.
Me: Who gave you my new number?
No Name: Justin, who else?
I was about to text back, when I felt warm breath at my ear.
"You aren't suppose to text in class," Josue whispered, sending shakes down my spine.
"Oh, well," I said, focusing back on my phone.
Me: I should've guessed.
I put my phone back in my pocket, feeling Josue's eyes on me.
I looked over at him.
He was looking at me, just looking.
The bell rang, lunch time.
I got up, waiting for Monica to get up.
Josue was still there, leaning back on his desk, his arms folded across his chest.
Don't stare at him, it's not nice.
I took my mental advice, looking down at Monica, who was still packing her stuff.
"C'mon, let's go," she smiled.
"I'm right behind you," I said, picking my big tote bag up.
We started walking down the hall, turned left, went down the staires, then took the right until the big cafeteria doors appeared.
Amany was standing there, punching her phone's keyboard with her thumbs.
"I'll see you later," Monica said, walking through the doors.
"Awesome, you came," Amany smiled.
"Yeah," I said.
"Is it just you and I?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm ditching the guys today," she joked.
"Oh, okay. Do you get lunch here?" I asked her.
"No, I bring it," she said.
"Do you?" She asked.
"I don't get lunch," I said.
"Why?" She asked.
"The government doesn't pay for my lunch, but I wouldn't eat it anyway," I tried to joke.
"Oh. . . . Well okay," she said, opening the door.
I looked at what she was wearing, a blue Aeropostale shirt, American Eagle jean capris, and black vans.
She was really pretty, no doubt.
I followed her inside, towards a booth in the far corner.
She sat on the left, so I sat on the right.
"I heard that you've come here like every two years?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Did you ever hear of the 'other ones', you know the stories that wonder Seaside," she joked, uncapping her water.
"Yeah, when I was little," I said, putting my hands in my lap.
"Like?"
"The ones that keep apart, the ones no one accepts, their the unwanted one, the 'cold ones'," I said, using air quotes.
"Remember who the protectors where?" She asked.
"Yeah, the chosen ones, they would form a speciel 'brotherhood'," I said, not really into the conversation.
"It's nice to remember things, especiely ones we hear growing up," she smiled, taking a bite out of her apple.
I nodded, looking over the lunch room.
"So, where do you move from?" She asked.
"From , Utah," I said.
"Oh, then you're John's kid."
"Yeah."
"Do you surf?"
"No, I use to snowbourd, my dad says it's the same thing."
"Mm, that's impressive, Jenna."
"I suppose."
"You aren't one for conversation."
I shrugged.
This girl, she wasn't the type of friend I would have. She looked popular, pretty, and all I was was plain and boring.
"Are there any guys you like here?" She wiggled her eyebrow.
"No, not really."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded.
Friday, it resumed normal, at least I thought.
Josue, he didn't talk to me in 2nd period.
Lunch, I sat with Monica and her friends, like I was use to.
I looked towards the double doors, I could see the HotHeads coming inside.
Trey was first, with Amany next to him.
They walked towards their table, Amany clutching Trey's arm all the way.
Then there was Ian, he walked smugg, with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
Nathan walked with Daniel, talking and laughing.
Then there was Josue, he walked alone, his eyes scanning the room, until they landed on me.
His face lite up, he walked towards the others, his arms hanging loose at his side.
What would I look like if I was one of them?
"Earth to Jasadey?" Julia said.
"Staring at Josue again?" Annie teased.
"What? No, I-I," I began.
"Was staring at Josue," Monica finished for me.
I started blushing.
"Awe, Jenna, here has her 1st crush at Seaside High," they laughed.
"Jenna?" Melanie and Julia questioned.
Monica shrugged," That's what Josue calls her," she smiled.
"Jenna," Shayla smiled, patting my back.
I shook my head, Jenna.
Jenna.
I could get use to that.
Saturday's are not my days, none no.
"Jasadey, c'mon, the waves are so good right now, c'mon Jamie and his dad are coming," Justin whined.
I hopped out of bed, putting my hair back in it's place.
I changed, walking down the staires.
"Don't you look nice," Mom smiled.
"It's the beach?" I laughed.
"C'mon, let's go," Justin whined.
We drove down to the beach, it was sunny.
I layed my towel out, enjoying the sun.
"Hey, I really that you'd forget me," a voice echoed from behind me.
I sat up, turning back.
It was Diego, my friend.
"Diego? It's been a while," I shrugged.
He sat next to me on the towel, smiling.
"I missed you," he said.
"It's been a while," I repeated, running my hand through the sand.
"Yeah, how have you been?" He asked.
"Good, it's different here," I pointed out.
"Yeah, it's peaceful here," he smiled.
"How's the high school?" He smiled.
"Good, we can't all be 18," I smiled.
He laughed, it was thick and deep.
I remembered it now, Diego, my childhood friend.
"You remember my sister?" He asked.
"Yeah, Annie, she's my friend in school," I said.
"Yeah," he said.
He looked different, older.
"I guess I'll see you later," he smiled, getting up.
I nodded.
"Jasadey, c'mon, the water's so good," Jamie smiled.
"Sure," I said, getting up.
I walked in, waist deep.
It was warm, I liked it.
It was soothing.
It reminded me of home.
A different home.
I walked in deep, it hit my chest.
The water was such a pretty color, floating around.
I felt a tug.
Then the second tug came, pulling me foward, then sliding under.
I hit the sandy shore to fast, it was soft.
I put my hands on my ankle, realizing there was seaweed there.
If only I had come to the beach, when I was younger.
I swallowed water, it made my throat raspy.
Stupid seaweed.
Then, I felt it.
Someone was picking me up, clutching me.
I felt being seated up, I felt someone's legs around me.
The same person hit my back, making me throw out the water.
I rubbed my eyes, opening them.
Maybe, I was dead.
"What are the hell where you doing?" Josue demanded, angry.
He was angry?
At me?
What?
Why?
"I'm talking to you," he reminded me.
I was to shocked to speak.
"Mm, maybe you need CPR," he teased, pulling my face to his.
I could see his brown hair was wet, dripping.
"I-I, don't need anything from you!" I said, pushing him away.
"It's like that then," he scoffed.
I cupped my mouth, and coughed.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
"Since, you seem to care so much," I said, rolling my eyes.
Was he bi-polar?
I didn't doubt it, not one bit.