For the people for read the first chapter and like it, whatever you're smoking, please don't stop. Also tell, your friends. It would make me a happy panda if more people read. Because at least there's more people who likes my novice FF. okay you didn't come here to hear me put myself down you came to read the FF (for some reason). So here it is.
Oh, BTW. There's a scene in here- which is her daydream- that might be a little much. Or not enough, I don't know. But if you like it, tell me. I might put some lemons in there and I want you guys' opinion. Okay here we go.
2. Daydreaming
We walked into our next class, which we also shared. Our whole schedule was about the same expected for one class in the middle of the day. Our next class was History. I wouldn't say this class was my worst subject. I just don't like it so I don't do as well as I should. I mean its like, why should I cared what happened in the past. Why should I care who won World War I, anyways. It happened years ago and was over. Get over it.
But I blame the teacher. He couldn't make an amusement park sound fun. He had one of those voices that you hear off of an old TV show, like I Love Lucy or something. It puts me to sleep with ease. Not only was his voice dull, he was…let's just say not the best looking person. He had glasses big enough to used as magnify glasses rather than seeing ones. He had a comb over that was trying to cover an easily-tell baldness. He always wore the ugliest shirts. They looked like the two ugliest shirts in the world got together and he just happens to wear their babies. And his smell, oh god, it's awful. It's a mixture of cat litter and cheap cologne. You'll get dizzy from the smell it you stand too close. Oh well, guess not every teacher can be a Mr. Masen. What can you do but to grin and bare it?
I slipped into my seat. The first thing I did was put my head down, but this time for a different reason. I don't like because it's boring and his old-black-and-white TV shows didn't help matters much. So, this is the class I caught up most of my sleep and daydreams. It's where I had a certain daydream. Like I said, it helps end the boredom.
Come to think of, he stars in a lot of them. I guess it's because, he's my teacher for the previous class and is the last thing that's fresh in my mind.
Today, I tried not to think about that. I let my mind draft to my mom. My dad died almost six years ago, and she still wears her wedding band. She says she not ready to take it off and start to date again. I don't know why. They were divorced for a year before he died. But even then, she said she couldn't date.
I didn't know what her problem was. She was pretty, you know, for my mom. She's nice and very outgoing. People say we are a lot alike, I don't see it. I'm not as 'friendly' as her. It wasn't my fault. People annoyed me. I blame my dad for that trait. I don't know how Alice and I stay friends as long as we did. You've think I've slapped her by now, with all the damn jumping around she does. Seriously, that girl could fucking annoy the damn Energizer Bunny. But, no matter how bad she is; bottom line, she there for me, no matter what. She was the closest thing I had to a sister.
But, back to my mom's situation. She says it's not a 'situation', with the air quotes and everything. She wants to know why I'm always worried about it. Her exact words were… "Bella, you need to stop worrying about me. I'll date when I'm ready. You need to find a date yourself." I roll my eyes at that each time she says that. I dated some of them a few times. But it always ends the same way, me slapping them so hard that there's a red mark on their face and neither of us never talking to each other again. Sometimes, Alice jokes of me being gay. I hit her the first time she asked. The guys in this itty bitty town just don't interest me.
The only guy that I found attracting was too old for me to think that. Maybe he would be good for my mom. Wait, how did I let my mind go to that?
I closed my eyes and let my mind drafted. It was no point in trying to fight it. Now that what it was on, that's where it would stay. Stupid brain.
Once they were closed, the fantasy started, like it was a movie on pause, waiting for someone to press play. I was in a dark room. Once the lights came on, I looked down and saw I was in a school-girl outfit. With the loose tie, a white button-up shirt that was in a knot at the bottom up to above my bellybutton, plaid skirt, fish net stockings, the whole nine. My hair was even in pig tails. This has to be no more than another stupid figment of my own freaky imagination. Because how else would I get in this outfit so fast. I didn't even own a uniform like this. Alice would have loved the pig tails.
I realized I was in a classroom and in a desk.
"Bella, you've been very bad girl." I heard a silky smooth voice come from a dark corner. Then out he walks. Yep, Mr. Masen. I knew this is where it was going. He came out of the dark corner, tipping a ruler in his hand. "Very bad." He continued. "You talk in class, don't turn in you homework. Whatever am I supports to do with you." He asked as he walked towards the desk. I knew the answer he wanted, but I couldn't talk so I just shrugged.
He stared using the ruler as a cane as he walked slowly around the desk I sat motionless in. "let's see. There would be no point of giving you extra homework since you won't do it. And detention won't work. What to do, what to do?" he sounded like he was in deep through as he said this. Again, I just shrugged. I started to play with my hair in nerviness. "Please stop." He told me "that's very…distracting" I did what he asked and placed my hands in my lap.
He squatted down on the side of me. "What do you think I should do?"
I stared ahead. I gulped. "I –I really don't know Mr. –Mr. Masen." I shuddered out. I was uncomfortable with him this closer while I was in this get-up. I heard him chuckled.
I feel him breath on the side of my neck, letting me know that he was closer. "Ithink you do." He trailed kisses upward on my neck to my jaw line. He turned my head gently with his finger. He chuckled again, sent his breath to cover my face. He leans in and just about to what I hope he would do.
But before our lips could meet, I heard a loud slam. It caused me to snap back to reality.
I popped my head up and looked around. I realized that I was still in my History class. I must have went to sleep and been dreaming. I looked at the ruler, which must have caused the slam, on my desk. I trailed up it and saw my teacher standing next to my desk.
"Miss Swan. If you studied as hard as you slept, you'll be passing this class with flying colors by now." He lectured then started to walk back to the middle of the room to finish the lesson.
I yawned. "yeah. And if your class was as interesting as your shirts, I wouldn't need a reason to sleep." I mumbled as I stretched out my arms above my head. He turned around.
"What was that?"
I finished stretching before answering. "Nothing sir. Please continue with your oh so interesting lecture" I replied with a sarcastic smile.
"You better watch it, Miss Swan. You don't want a detention." He warned me before turning his full attention back to the rest of the class.
"Whatever" I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. Everyday he does this. He's always trying to make me interested and joined in class discussions. Why does he do that? Doesn't he know I hate him and this damn class? If sleeping in here everyday and rolling my eyes at him each time he spoke wasn't clear enough, I didn't know how to make it clearer. The only reason I'm taking the damn class is because I need it to graduate.
"So how was it?" Alice asked without looking up from the notes she was taking. I got to remember to copy those.
"How was what?" I said, playing innocent. I knew what she was asking through.
She wrote down one more word and looked at me. "The dream you were so deeply into. The way you were smiling, I'm assuming it was good." She answered. I gave her a look. "am I wrong?" she asked, but she knew she wasn't. Smug jackass. I shook my head then laid it back on my desk.
I shrugged. "Nothing special." I couldn't help but think I lied to her. It wasn't anything special. It was the same as the others. So why do I feel like I lied?
She shook her head as she turned it back to her notes with a light laugh. "You are going to get yourself in trouble, Miss Bella Swan." She warned
"Oh, be quite" I yawned. "It's just a dream. They don't mean anything." She didn't accept that. She kept laughing like she didn't believe me. They didn't mean anything. It's not like I would act on them. It was just a crush. Since when did having a harmless crush hurt? Probably when they said that 'harmless crush' is not supports to be on your teacher. Whatever. As long as I kept my dreams as just that, dreams, I saw nothing bad in what I was doing. I can't help who my mind is attracted to.
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After gym, I got to go home. Alice and I went to the dressing room to change.
As soon as were out of the gym area, she started to complain, like she does every day after class. "why do we have wear those grotesque uniforms?" wow Alice, that was a new one. She uses a different word each time she talks about our gym uniform. That girl has like hundred different ways to say something is ugly. Just say it's ugly. I never knew where she got all of them from. Half of them I didn't what they meant. The only reason I had the slightest clue what she is saying is because I use contact clues. Maybe she has a word of the day calendar.
"I mean come on; those god awful things are eyesores. Who was the drunken genius to put red and orange together like that? I really want to meet him so I tell what the definition of 'color' is. Because obviously, he was color blind" she continued. She kept going all the way until we got to our lockers. I didn't stop her. She was totally obsessed with the, as she puts it, wonder world of fashion. And once she got like this, it's best to let her tired herself out because there was no point in trying to stop her. I never got it. As long as it covered our bodies, what's the point of 'matching'?
"Don't think Bella?" I heard her say. I didn't hear what she just said. I must have tuned her out again.
"Uh, I'm sorry what?"
She rolled her eyes. She hates when I don't listen. I tell her all the time I don't care and yet she insists on going on and on about it. "don't you think we should start a petition so they could fired him or something?" she repeated
We stopped in front of my locker. I unlocked it "I don't Al. you know I don't care. And what would be the point of that? If we do actually mange that, we'd still be stuck with them until they hire someone else. Even then, the person has to skech it and gets it approved then they have to sew it. We weren't get to wear them. They probably won't have them until we leave." I told her as I gather my things. I hated busting her bubble, but she needed to be real about that idea.
"how can you be so calm about this?" she asked.
I shrugged then closed my locker. "you know I don't care." I reminded her. She grabbed her things and we started to walk to my truck. "beside, why does it matter? we just use them so we won't sweat in our street clothes."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't be fashionable." She countered
"Whatever Al." See what I mean? There's no point in talking to her about things like this. She will always have a come back.
"Besides, it's not like you sweat, Miss Something's–Always-Wrong-With-Me." She mocked.
She was right. Not about something being wrong with me, but how I do sweat. I don't take gym. It's not that I'm not good at sports. Sure I've sent a few people to the nurse. But I'm not a total danger when I get a ball (or racket or bat or anything) in my hand, even though some people think that. The way I see it, they really shouldn't be in my way if they think that way.
But I choose not to part take in actives. I feel it's stupid. I don't see how running around will help me get in the college I want.
"Then why ask for my opinion?" I countered as I threw my bag in the back of my truck.
She shrugged. "I don't know. It's nice to have another. Even if that person does even know the difference between white and eggshell." She joked. Only another fashion expert would have found that funny.
"Who would know-" I started but realized it would be a lost cause. "You know what, never mind. Look you need a ride?" I changed the subject as I climbed in.
"No. I have my car."
"Okay, well I talk to you later." I said. I tried to turn on my car but it won't start. I turned the key to try again, still nothing. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled out. Not again.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she walked back.
"My damn truck won't start" I told her as I got out. I walked around to the front and lifted the hood. A black smoke came out causing me to cough.
"Girl, that thing is a piece of crap" she commented. I gave her look that said 'you don't think I know that?'.
"I know that." I wave the smoke out of my face so I could see. "Jacob's supports to fix it." I reached in to hook the two wires that are always slipping.
"Why don't you just get a new?" she was asking like they were just giving away free car somewhere. If they were, she needed to tell me.
"Tell my mom that." I got the wires hooked again. I got back in the driver's seat to try it again. I silently prayed that it will work. It jumped few times. "come on, you stupid thing" I mumbled as I tried again. It finally started. Yes. Thank you. I got out to put down the hood.
"You better get home before that thing turns in to a pumpkin." she joked. I flipped her off for the comment. I hates when she talked about my truck. No it wasn't the best, but she didn't need to point it out what I already knew. "Sorry, you're not my type." She chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and drove out of the parking lot.
After what seemed like forever, I made it home. I live a few blocks, a mile a most, away from the school, there is no reason I should pray at every stop sign and red light that the stupid it won't stop again. And yet, I find myself chanting, 'please don't stop. Just make it home. Please don't stop.' all the way there.
I hopped out of the truck and grabbed my bag. It was making noises when I shut the door. I gave it a hard kick to stop it. "God, I hate this thing." I said to myself.
"Hi Bella." My mom called from the couch when I walked in.
"Hey mom." I called back as I throw my house key in the dish we kept by the door. I walked place the couch to the kitchen but she stopped me.
"That's all I get?" She asked, looking up at me. I sighed and lean down to give her a hug. "Thank you. How was school?" she turned her attention back to the magazine she was reading and flipped the page. She was an interior designer so she was always reading them to get ideas. Alice would to be her daughter.
"School's school." I replied. There nothing special about that place and there no reason to lie that there was.
I tossed my bag by the stairs so I could grab it when I went up. I went to kitchen to grab a snack before going upstairs to start on my homework.
"Hey mom, can I borrow your car for the rest of the week?" I called as I looked through the refrigerator. I found a bottle of water and grabbed it along with a bag of chips from the cabinet.
"Why, was wrong with the truck?" The damn thing was manufacture, that's what wrong with it. She always asks that like she didn't know the answer wouldn't almost ne the same. She knew that thing was wasn't safe to drive. But she's always saying 'it's better to have a bad car then to not have one at all'. Okay, I'll give her that. But I also want to make it to senior year- hell to the end of this year would nice- and with that car, it's not very likely.
"Mom, that thing is a screaming metal death trap." I told her like any other time she asks.
"Bella, stop overexerting." The way she said that made me what to dare her to drive it with praying the whole time. "What's really wrong with it?"
I rolled my eyes; even through she couldn't see me. "The wires keep slipping which makes it stops more than often. I'm afraid it will break down" I was hinting that I needed a new one as well as needed to borrow hers. She stays at home most of the time because of her job; she didn't need it as much as I did.
"I thought Jacob was supports to fix it."
"He did. But you can only 'fix' something so many times before nothing's more you can do." I told her. I said 'fix' like that because he doesn't really fix it. He just corrects whatever the problem was at the moment and a few weeks later, I'll be back with something else wrong. He tells me all the time to just replace the whole thing. People keeps saying that like it easier done than said, not true.
"I used your car or not?" I got back to my question.
She sighed and reached in her pocket. "You better bring it back the way I gave it to you." She warned as she tossed the keys at me.
I caught them and put them in my pocket. I smiled. I walked to the couch and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks mom. Love you"
"Yeah, yeah. Love you too." She waved me off. That was my sign to leave her alone now that I've gotten what I wanted.
I finished my chips before going upstairs. I threw the empty bag away then grabbed my bag."I'll be in my room." I called to her. She waved me off again.
When I got to my room, I didn't start working right away.
I grabbed one of my favorite books and flopped on my bed to reread it. This one just happen to be one where the main character is dating an older guy and he ends up trying to rape her. This book was one of the things that kept convicting me to stay in the teacher/student zone with Mr. Masen. But I don't think that will ever happen. Just the thought of him having to leave and it being my fault is what was holding me down.
Once I got to the middle of the book, I stop reading. It kept bringing me back to him. And, as much as I wish, thinking about him won't help me with my school work. I tossed my book on the nightstand by my bed.
As soon as I got up to get my bag, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I knew who it was. She the only person in my phone who would call me, any other person would text. "Hey, Alice." I answered.
"What you doing?" she asked out of the blue.
"about to do my homework. Why?" I tossed my bag on the bed and closed my door.
"Can I come over?"
"Why?" what did she want? She only wanted to come to my house when she wanted something. Usually she wants me to come over her house.
"I'm bored."
"That's not my problem. Do your homework." I suggested.
"I did already. Can't I come over to do your hair or something?" she almost whined.
"no! I'm not your damn Barbie doll." No matter how much as she wants me to be. She has more fun getting ready for events than actually going to them.
I heard her give a disappointed sound. I didn't care and she knew I didn't. "Bye Alice." I said. I was about to hang up until she stopped me.
"wait." I heard her. I put the phone back to my ear. "What are you wearing tomorrow?" another out of the blue question.
"I don't know; whatever's clean. Why?"
"Wear something cute." she told me.
"Why?" I asked again, stretching out the word in confusion. Every time she told me told me to wear something cute, I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"I don't know. I just have this feeling something's going to happen."
"What do you have planned?"The way she said that made me asked
"Nothing." She sounded like she was telling the truth. But I was still unconvinced.
"What are you physic now, or something?" I joked. I climbed on my bed and started taking books out.
She laughed. "No, that's preposterous. I just have this weird feeling something is going to happen." She repeated.
I told her I will try to find something to please her. She knew that was all she was getting was a try, so she took that and hung up.
Through out my homework, I wondered why she wanted me to wear something cute.
She said she didn't have anything planned, but I couldn't help to think she was lying. With Alice, you never know what to expect. She could have been lying. Or maybe she really did just have a 'feeling' as she say and was just guessing. But what normal person gets 'feelings' like that? I just answered my own question as I asked. She was many things but anything but normal.
Oh well, just going to have to until tomorrow to see what happens.
Okay, that was chapter two. If you'll still with me; don't worry, it will have something interesting in the next chapter. Well, I think it will be interesting, hopefully you guys will think so too. Sorry for all the question. When I first wrote this, I had that problem and I trying to cut them down.
I'm going to try to post once a week (for anyone who cares). So by this time next week, the new chapter should be up.
BTW: the book she was reading is called 'Dawn Before Darkness', which, just like the characters in this story, I don't own.
Okay, that's it. Thanks. Luv and rockets! XD