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"Great report Miss Gray!" My teacher, Ms. Apps, complements a little too eagerly. I said a quick thank you and turned back towards the class who seemed awestruck about my report of the siege of Tamaran.
"Any questions?" Ms. Apps asks the class. I can already guarantee that one hand will be up. The nerve of him! He loves to make my life miserable and sure enough his shot up quicker than lightning.
"Yes, Mr. Logan?" She points to him and he rises. He gives me that smirk I know oh-too-well. Everyone meet Mr. Brendon Logan. He's the rudest most arrogant man on this planet and secretly the object of my affection. He's an extremely good-looking guy with his amethyst eyes and his dyed black hair (hiding his once green hair) with bangs going down to his nose on his left side with one blonde streak going from the tip to the top. He's muscular too! Not the jock muscular, but he's built. He's tall too I'd say about 5'7 whilst I stand at a whopping 5'1. Some would call him emo looking but yet he has every girl wanting his phone number.
"My question is" here we go…. "What ever happened to Mar'i? Did she die? Survive? What?" his voice is like velvet and I find it hard to speak but somehow I get control of my voice long enough to reply back to him.
"Nobody knows, some say she died on impact with the starbolt whilst others say she came to earth looking for her father to help her but she never found him." He gives me that smirk again and I just want to curl up into his arms but if he knew that life would be a whole lot worse.
BRRRRRIIIINNGGG!
Thank God for that bell. I go back to wear I sit to gather my belongings as he approaches me. He leans down to my ear his breath tickling it and whispers softly to me.
"Sit next to me in math I need to show you something shortie." I numbly nod my head to his request as he pats me on the shoulder and leaves. I really hope he didn't see the blush that I felt on my cheeks.
I ran to math class as fast as I could, hoping that seat he saved would still be open. My shoulder length ebony hair blowing in the breeze as I enter the room of my demise I see him wave to me which is very out of character for him and lightly tap the seat next to him. I smile and nod my head. As I make my way down the isle I see people slightly snickering to each other some glancing up at me. As I reach my seat and sit down but not before I check it for any practical joke of his. Once I see it's clean I hesitantly sit down.
"Good morning class!" Our teacher Miss Moth says happily. We reply with the same monotone voice that I think every student has used at one time or another.
"Miss Moth may I see you in the hallway." Our bubble gum haired, cinnimon eyed principal Mrs. West asks kindly smiling to us happily. Our blonde teacher follows her out and as soon as she closes the door the talking ensues.
"Shortie!" The amethyst eyed boy yells my name.
"What's up?" I reply back nonchalantly.
"Here. Take this." A purple piece of parchment hits my desk. It read "You're invited" in all different colors with confetti everywhere. I hesitantly open it only to find some less than appropriate words and drawings. I send a death glare his way but he either didn't notice or ignored it because his hand was up in the air waiting for the teacher to return. And sure enough she did.
"Miss M., Marie is passing notes." The sky eyed woman whips her head, her blonde hair whipping behind her.
"Marie Gray, give me that note!" she commands, obviously angry. Hesitantly I walk up and hand the pink loving (more like obsessed) teacher my note. She gasps loudly and looks like she's ashamed of me. Everyone in the class must have known about this plan because they all begin to laugh wildly at my current situation.
"Excuse me while I go show this to our principal." She leaves the room and everyone mocks me. Showing each other my facial expressions and throwing balls of paper, pens, pencils rulers, or whatever they could find at me. One of the girls threw they're text book at the side of my head because she sat on an angle and hit me square on causing me to cry out in pain and the last thing I remember is they're mocking laughter as everything went black.
I wake up groggily a bright light hanging over me and the smell of latex and sterilizers enters my nose. There is only one place in the entire world that smells like that and it just so happens to be the place I fear most.
"I'm in the hospital." My voice hoarsely said, as if it wasn't used in a while. I hear someone gasp lightly at the side of my bed. I look over to see the only person who has ever cared about me. My best friend April Logan looks at me her green eyes wide in astonishment. Sadly, yes she is related to the cause of my being here. She smiles up at me and hands me some clothes to change into. Gladly, I accept and run towards the bathroom to get changed.
"So how long was I in this disgusting place?" I ask as I come out in a red shirt and my favorite pair of jeans. She giggles her amethyst hair bouncing up and down. But her face suddenly becomes serious.
"You've been in here for a week. Madison hit you with a book to the left side of you head full force and apparently you've been hit there before pretty hard before which sent you into a coma." She said eyes looking downcast.
"Oh. Well what happened to- -'' I'm cut short as the door opens revealing the very man who put me in here comes walking in a dozen blood red roses in his hand. He stares at me shocked etched on his face and I stare back with the same expression.
He looks extremely handsome with his baggy jeans and Black Sabbath T-shirt. On his wrist are two black sweat bands one saying "rage" while the other says "love" as irony would have it the roses where on the side that said "love". I almost laughed at that but, I held it in.
"Um, uh, h-hi Marie." He stuttered. I just stare. Brendon is still the man who Quote: 'Holds my heart like a hand grenade." But it doesn't mean I can't be mad at him.
He walks over to where I am smiles sheepishly and buts the roses in a vase and walks towards the door when he opens it he stops and speaks.
"I heard roses where you're favorite and thought they would make you feel better sorry about the trick I played on you I didn't think you'd get hurt. I'll see you." And with that he closed the door.
I look over to where he put the roses and noticed there were roses in every breed and color (mainly red) and teddy bears and chocolate.
"Most are from him." I turn to face April; I forgot she was still here.
"Huh?" I ask clearly confused.
"Though I did buy you the pink and white card, Brendon bought you the flowers Teddy bear and the chocolate." She stated his forest eyes had this far away look.
"He did?" I was astonished. I gently caressed a locket I've had since before I can remember feeling the inscription on the back as I thought about Brendon and why he would do that for me.
"He likes you, do you know that?'' April asked me. I laughed whole heartedly.
"As if!" I snorted, "He hates me. Why else would he do those things to me?" April just shrugged.
"He almost never left your side in here unless he absolutely had to leave for food or bathroom or to go home or to buy you something." She pushed some of her violet hair behind her ear.
"I can't believe you." I said laughing. Him like me? HA! Just the thought of that made me giggle insanely.
"Then how about I show you Ms. Doubtful" She said. She made it seem like a challenge and I was one to never back down from a challenge.
"Alright. If you really think you're so right show me." I said determination pumping through my veins and my midnight blue eyes daring her to accept.
"Ok then, I will!" She replied back with the same tone, emerald eyes completely serious.
"So what do I have to do?" I asked determined to prove she was wrong, tough part of me wanted her to be right.
"Okay well here's what you gotta do" after a few minutes of talking the plan was set. Tonight he would come into my room to check up on me while I was "asleep", apparently he talks to me when I'm asleep so we'll see what he says.
"Alright now that that's that I need some real sleep" I said humor lacing itself through my still hoarse voice. She nodded got up and left. As soon as the doors were closed I tried to find something to open this dang locket! I've been trying to open it since I was five and never could. My belief is it holds some clue to my childhood that is still a blur to me. I found a hairpin left by April and started to pick at the locket's lock I opened it just a tad when the room started to spin and I felt light headed.
"Mar'i, look at your dress it's ripped and beaten." A woman's voice rung through my ears. Though the woman sounded stern the mellow tone of her voice indicated she was kind and caring to whoever this Mar'i was.
"I want….daddy." now a young child's voice echoed in my head she was crying obviously wanting her dad. Well, kid, so do I but we can't have everything we want now can we?
"I was just playing with April Mama.'' She stated and as if on cue the emerald eyed child burst into the room laughing.
"Mar'i, you forgot the flag!" She giggled receiving a death glare from Mar'i and a sigh from her mother. A vision? April?? No way! This Mar'i kid looks exactly like me when I was five. But I didn't meet April until I was six and a half. But she even had the purple hair! But who was that woman? I couldn't see her face. Oh well it must be from the drugs they gave me. Honestly, me in a dress? As if! I grip my locket tightly in my hand the cold 24k gold on my sweaty palms it's somewhat relieving. I open my palm up and read the inscriptions like I've done so many times before. It read: whatever that meant I had no clue. But the front was a dead giveaway it had a giant M on it in fancy letters clearly standing for my name: Marie. I glance at the white clock. Why do hospitals like the color white so much? It read 9:25. Five more minutes and Brendon will be walking through that door. 'Might as well go brush my teeth' I thought. "After all if he kisses me I want fresh breath" I laughed to myself. When I got into the bathroom and shut the door I turned the water on and looked at myself in the mirror. Plain blue eyes, stupid black hair, pale features and a big nose. Defiantly nothing pretty about me.
Creeeeaaak. I stop what I'm doing and listen for the sound again. Nothing. Probably the drugs again. I giggle to myself as I turn the faucet off. I open the door and gasp at what I see. It's br-br-br…..BRENDON!
Well that's it I did five pgs. 2,096 words! I'm so evil leaving you in a cliff hanger like that! Until next time! Read & reveiw! also thanks for the support on the first chappie too!!! you guys are by far the best!!! .
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