"Keith, don't be stupid. You obviously have a thing for her. I always see you with her! Hell, you are almost with her more than you're with me." I stated plainly as I sat on the lounge couch next to Keith.
He scoffed quietly. "That's nothing to compare to." He said. I acted like I didn't hear it. Yet, the comment hurt somewhat. He knows why I hang out with Jack and the guys. It's not that I like everything they do.. it's just.. it's whats meant for me. I'm not good enough to hang out with Keith, Sven or Lunick all the time. Yeah they are my friends and all but.. I don't even come close to them. They get respect for who they really are. Me? Nahh. I get respect cause I earned it. And hey, maybe I got it the wrong way. But I had to do what I had to do. No one understands my back story.
"By the way, Ben, who was that girl yesterday. Dude, she almost socked Jack in the mouth. Shoulda let it happen. Give him what he deserves." Keith chuckled slightly. I thought back to the incident yesterday, smiling slightly. She had a little fight in her, I'll give her that.
I shook my head. "Nah. He would have hit her back. And then I would have had to join in. I'm not one for hitting girls. But now that I think about it, she never did say her name. But there is something slightly familiar about her. I just can't seem to put my finger on it. Whatever it is, I'm not to fond of it either. It gives me the chills."
"What do you mean?" He asked, more intrigued now. He turned to face me. I scoffed slightly.
"I feel like I've seen her before. Ya know? Like, it was like I knew her from somewhere, but it wasn't a good situation. Trust me, I didn't want to do what I did yesterday but-" I stopped abruptly, almost giving my cover away. Keith stared at me, expecting me to continue but I can't. He can't know anything.
I got up and began walking towards the stairs. "You can't be fucking serious!" Keith yelled at me from behind. I know he is mad I'm leaving him to go met up with Jack but if I don't, Jack and the others will throw a fit. As I walked, I casually put my hands in my pockets, walking slowly. No classes today either.
As I walked I passed that girl. I want to know her name. Maybe it will help trigger something that I'm forgetting. She sat by herself in an arm chair, her feet hanging over one of the arms. She had bright colorful socks on, bringing out her lightly tanned legs. The tank top she wore was a neon yellow, contrasting brilliantly against her brown hair that fell slightly past her shoulders. She wore gray shorts a little bit higher than her mid-thigh. A pencil sat behind her ear, holding back part of her hair. I watched, nearly mesmerized, as a lock fell into her face. She blew at it unsuccessfully, never taking her eyes from her book. I began to notice the little details about her. The way her cheeks had a hint of pink in them, the freckles lined along her nose, the curls at the end of her hair. Something else caught my eye. A necklace around her neck reflected the light in my eyes. I leaned closer, trying to take in the details.
"Ben!" Jack's voice rang in my ear. I glared at him. "What're you lookin' at?" He asked, glancing at Summer greedily. For a moment, I was infuriated. But I composed myself again.
I chuckled slightly, turning towards her. "Watch." I whispered. Taking a deep breath, I walked past her, snatching the book from her lap. I flipped through the pages, making sure to lose hers. For a second, it felt wrong. But I was amused. I could hear Jack laughing, but no one else was really paying attention. For some reason I was glad for that. She snatched at the book from my hands, still sitting in her chair.
"Give it back!" She demanded. I laughed holding it above her head. She glared at me. "What? Are we seven? Grow up and give it back!"
She amuses me. "Or else what, Sweetheart?" I said smoothly. She refused to speak. "Come on, what's your name." She faltered for a second, staring in my eyes intensely. She shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I almost hit that guy yesterday. Don't think I won't do the same to you." She said unsure of herself. I scoffed, chuckling at her.
"Sweetheart, you won't do shit." I growled. She glared right back at me, not standing down. This interested me. Most people would have given up. Before I even knew it, she jumped up, grabbing the book from my hand. She held it close to her chest. I glanced at Keith. He was shaking his head, looking at the two of us. Some of my amusement died down, turning into guilt. But I continued on.
The girl sat back down, opening her book to the same page she was on. She resumed her position on the chair. I looked at her, trying to resume concentration on her book. In a way, I like her ability to change moods so quickly. But I had to do one last thing so I won't look like a failure to Jack. Before I walked away, I kicked the table 'accidentally.' A small cup of water spilled on a few of her unread books. I could hear her gasp and with a smirk on my face, I walked back over to Jack.
We began to walk down the stairs to the main hallway when I glanced back at her. She was on her knees, elbows on the table. Her face was buried in her hands. It looked like she sighed deeply. She is probably just angry that I 'ruined' a book her rich parents gave her. Gods. She is probably just a snob who is used to getting what she wants, when she wants it. She has no idea what it feels like to be alone or feel out of place. I don't what it is about her that makes me think that way but I hope I find out soon.
Summer's P.O.V.
I sighed heavily, laying out the last book near the windowsill. I'm the only one in here, seeing as it is dinner time. I swear, no one in this school skips out on a meal. I opened the window, letting the warm breeze flow through. The smell of summer wafting into the dorm. The smell calmed my nerves, helping me release the tension in my body.
The lounge was empty, so I decided to continue reading my book on one of the couches. Much more comfortable if you ask me. As I read, I hummed my favorite song, 'Take on Me' by Aha. My mom would play it in the house. She said I would drop whatever I was doing to come listen to it. If I try hard enough, I can sometimes remember her dancing with me while it played.
As the chorus approached, I sang out loud, but somewhat in a hushed tone.
"Take on me, take on me. I'll be gone, in a day or two." I hit the high note pretty well in my opinion. I chuckled to myself slightly, setting my book down on the table. Light shone through the single window above the staircase, creating a dim atmosphere towards the end of the room. My stomach growled slightly, but I dare not go down there.
It's not like I have anyone to sit with. And I am not trying to run into that guy, Jack. Or Ben for that matter. I don't know what it is, but he just looks so familiar to me. Like we've met somewhere before but I don't know from where. What I wanna know is why he is such a dick to me. He has no idea who I am or what I've been through. It's like all he wants to do is impress those guys. It's just.. when I see him, I get butterflies. No matter how much he picks on me, I can't stop the feeling. Which is driving me insane! I can usually hide my emotions. But when he even looks at me, I'm at a loss for words. What I want to know is why he is so persistent on knowing my name. Does he recognize me like I do him? That can't be a coincidence, right? Or does he maybe..
Gods what am I saying!? I don't even know him! This is absolutely crazy. Me fall for him? The stuck up douche-bag who probably has a million girls begging for his attention. Hell no. No way. I refuse to get involved in this adolescent behavior. All it ends up doing is breaking you on the inside. I've already had enough hardship and heartbreak in my life. I will not put anymore of that upon myself. Ignoring him from now on is just the absolute best thing to do.
"Ohh, of course. There is an empty seat right over there." Ms. April pointed to a seat right next to a boy with spiky brown hair. My heart stopped as he turned to look towards the front. Ben. You have GOT to be kidding me.
I took my seat next to him, scooting my chair to the other side of the table. He chuckled slightly. "You going to tell me your name now, Sweetheart?" He asked charmingly. I gulped slightly, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. Come on, Summer. Don't let him stray you from your better judgement. I cleared my throat, beginning to take notes down from the board. He laughed quietly, doing the same.
It was an agonizing class period, Ben taunting me the entire time. As soon as the bell rang, I shot up from my seat, scrambling out the door. Once I thought I was at a good enough distance I slowed my pace down. There were murmurs going on behind me. I was about to turn around when I felt a foot kick me heel behind my other leg. I gasped, losing all sense of balance. I fell forwards, thrusting my hands out to stop my fall.
But instead, I felt arms catch me. I opened my eyes slowly to a guy with dark, slicked back hair. He was muscular and tall. He helped me back up, picking my notebooks off from the ground. Jack and his goonies made a disappointed 'awhh' sound from behind me. The guy glared at them. They walked past us, chuckling. "What jerks. You alright, missy?" The guy smiled, holding out my notebooks to me. His strong country accent suited him well.
"I'm fine, thank you." I took them back. He held his hand out to me, which I shook firmly.
"Sven is the name." He smiled. A girl with vibrant blue hair walked up to him, holding his hand.
The girl held her other hand out to me. "I'm Wendy." Her smile was radiant. She had a light country accent.
I shook her hand back. "Summer." I said softly.
"Well, we will be seein' you round, missy." Sven smiled. He and Wendy walked down the hall together. Maybe not everyone here is a complete jerk.
Okeyy, hopefully everyone enjoyed. -A
