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Chapter 3-My house got the gossip...no, really!
I watched Fang walk away for a moment, then turned 'round to see peoples looking at me. All the peoples were looking at me.
"What! Nothing to see here, Peoples, so go back to your boring, unentertaining lives!" I yell to get the spotlight off of me. After one last glare to those still looking at me, I walked over to Enjelica and sat down.
"Oh. Mi. God. Sam, why did Logan say you left your clothes at his place?" is what I heard once I sat down at the table, and I regreted the decision instantly.
Why does this have to happen to me, of all people. God, if you are listening, make my Granny Bell get me for some reason. Please? Oh, no pressure! Thanks... That, folks, is how you know you are losing it. I have serious problems...
"SAM!" I heard in my ear.
"Ahh! WHAT!?" I yell to the person who called my name.
"Is it true that you and Logan-"
"Fang," I said instantly, as if it is a reflex. Huh. Idiot embarrassed me, yet I still help him. I'm way to nice to the asshole.
"What?" Whom I'm considering must be Enjelica said this. Looking a moment at Enjelica, I do an evaluation on her. She has short, naturally wavy, blond hair up to her chin and looks like she could be a model with her figure and height. She had on a decent pink skirt and a pink blouse. Yuck.
"Just call him Fang, everbody he knows does. Don't know why, so don't ask," I added on just in case.
"Okay..." she said slowly, uncertainly. I just shrugged at her confusion.
"Well, anyway, did you and...Fang do It," she asked me in a giggle. Well, at least she was gaining back her, what I can only asume is, her natural bubbliness. Well crap and a half.
"No, we didn't. I didn't even know him before today, as a matter of fact," I admitted to her. Wait a moment...how did she...?
"Then why did he-"
"Woah, woah. Wait one moment, okay?" I asked her. She nodded and looked a bit annoyed at being cut off. "How do you know my name?" Seriously, how?
"Well, you are in two of my classes. When they did roll-call, Your name, Samantha Bell, was new. I didn't recognize your name or you face, so I placed two and two with one another and voila!" she said proudly.
"Actually, the expression goes 'I put two and two together' not...the way you...said it," I told her. Right then, the bell to go to class sounded.
"Sorry, Enjelica, I have to go. Can't be late to class."
"Wait!" she said once I started to leave. "What class do you have next?"
"Biology with . What do you have?" I asked, trying to be nice. Though, it was clear she didn't think of me as her friend.
"Damn. Biology with . Well, bye!" she said and walked away from me without another word. With a sigh, I pushed my way through the hall and to Biology.
When I get there, was sitting at his desk looking at his Facebook account. Creepy.
I walk over to him and he quickly minimizes the Browser. He looks up at me with confusion, and then recognition.
"Ah, Samantha Bell. You will be sitting next to..." he trials off looking around the small room. "AH! Between Logan Trustance and Allie Trustance."
Well shit! Wait, Allie...Trustance? That's right, Reana mentioned her other two sisters. Well then. This might be interesting...or torture.
I started to walk towards the desk where Fang was sitting with who must be Allie. She looked nice. She had blond hair like Reana, but she kept it short in the back and long closer to the front. She had green eyes and naturally tan skin (also like Reana). She looked a great deal like Reana, but her style was much more...cooler and less sluttier.
She wore a gothic lolita dress (but not as poofy on the bottom), complete with the choker. She also had on a pitch black netted arm-sleeve on one side only. She looked so...cool.
Smiling at her and completely ingnoring Fang, I said, "Hi Allie. I'm Samantha, but I'd prefer you call me Sam." Woah. Where the firetruck did that come from? Weird...
"Hi Sam! I'm Allie, as you know, of course. I'm Fang's sister. Oh, and in case you want to know, we are the same age." I looked at her with a look that said 'how old are is that exactly?'
"Fang, you did tell her your age...right?" she asked him. She leaned forward to get a better look better look at him.
Reluctantly, I turned to look at him. He was...glaring? Why was he glaring like he wanted to kill something? His eyes were so cold and sharp, they looked like black, pointy rocks. He was looking at the door with so much hatred it looked like he was trying to make it explode.
"Oh no," Allie mumbled with a sigh. "Again? Doesn't this get old?" She leaned back in her seat and glared at the door too, but not with hatred. She looked at it with annoyance. What the hell...?
"Um...Allie? Wheren't you going to tell me how old you and Fang are?" I asked, trying to get her back to her happy self.
"Oh!" she said, as if just remembering I was there. She looked at me, still frowning, and said, "Right! We're, um, seventeen. So, yeah..." then looked at the door again.
Why are they so distracted all of a sudden?
The teacher was back on his computer, trying to look busy. Everybody else was reading the textbook and doing the problems left on the board. Seems routine to me.
Just seeing Fang and Allie so uptight set me off. Even though I only have met these two today, I already feel like we are friends. Despite all his teasing, Fang was still nice too me. Weird I know, but it makes sense to me.
So, when the door opened, I didn't pay attention to whom ever walked in. Instead, I put my left hand on Allie's shoulder and my right hand on Fangs left one, which was balled up in a fist.
As soon as my hand touched Fang's hand, I felt the sparks again. Fang looked at me with a shocked face. Then he smiled at me and relaxed his hands. His smile was not just any smile, though, but a genuin smile. He also had a look in his dark eyes that I couldn't place.
"Ah, Kristopher. Oops I mean Kris. Nice of you to join us . Go on and take your usual seat," said . Kristopher Park...why does that name sound so familiar...?
"Oh, right!" I say suddenly to myself. Both Allie and Fang gave me questioning looks when I started to wave at Kris like crazy.
"Sammie...is that you?" Kris asked me with confusion clouding his boyish features.
"Yup!" I say as I get up to hug my oldest best friend in the world.
When I used to visit Granny Bell during the summer, I made a friend. Every summer, we would throw mud at each other and go to the beach. All that stopped three years ago, when mom refused to send me with 'an old lady who is a bad influence on her fourteen-year-old daughter'.
"Hi Kris, long time no see, huh?" I asked him.
He really hasn't changed all too much. Just his height. He is now taller than me by, what looks like, four inches. He still has short auburn hair and his skin is a tanned caramel color. His eyes are still the same green ones I knew from my childhood.
He is half Irish and half Apache. He was born here, but moved to arizona for about two years. When his dad died, his mom moved back here to be closer to her roots. Sad, but true. Poor guy has been through alot.
"You said it Sammie!" he said.
But, just then, I realised everybody was staring at us with amused expressions. Well everybody but Fang and Allie. Allie looked shocked, where as Fang looked like a cross between mad, sad, and hurt.
"Um, go over to Granny Bell's later. We'll ketchup then, okay?" I told him as I went to sit bewtween Fang and Allie again.
"Oh. Okay, Sammie."
"And you better do your work and not goof off! I mean it, Kris," I told him, knowing how he was a slacker.
"Fine," he said and pouted.
Everybody got back to work, but Fang was looking at me with a smirk that looked like he was having trouble keeping there. Allie was frowning for a moment, shrugged, and got back to her almost-complete work.
"So...Sammie, is it? How do you know Kristie over there? That your boyfriend or something?"
I started on my work. It was too easy, considering I was in Chemistry at my old school. I finished thre questions easily, then answered Fang.
"Nope. He is my oldest and bestest friend in the world. I knew him when we were kids, but I haven't seen him in three years," I told him frowning.
Now, he was smirking. He looked amused and his black eyes sparkled with happiness and amusement. Great.
"Friendzoned," he mumbled to himself as he finish up the questions.
"What was that?" I asked him.
"'Bestest' isn't a word, Sammie. A smart cookie like you should know that," he said, but he didn't look at me.
I glared at his profile for a moment, then started to do the rest of the problems. I finished it just as the bell rang. From the other students groans, they didn't. HA!
The rest of the day went okay, I guess. Fang did cause me trouble in my last class and on the way to the parking lot, but he gave up when he got to his car.
I stared at his car, when I got close to it. It was my dream car. A Jeep Commander in black and chrome colors. Beautiful...it was beautiful. Fang saw me practically drooling over his ride and smirked.
"Want a ride? Or will your boyfriend blow a gasket?" What was with him and calling Kris my 'boyfriend'. Yes, he is a boy, and we happen to be friends. So what?
"I don't know who my boyfriend is, but no thank you. I can walk home," I said a bit sarcastically. I started to turn, and that's when I noticed Allie in the passenger seat waving at me. I waved back at her and smiled.
"Hurry up!" I heard Elliot, Reana, and two other voices I didn't recognize say as I started to walk away.
"Okay! Geez!" Fang said and drove off.
I looked after them until they turned a corner in the opposite direction I was going. Sighing, I glance up at the sky. It was still mostly cloudy, but there were breaks in the bruised clouds to see the aqua-colored sky. Beautiful. Pulling my hood down, I walk home.
As soon as I yell "I'm home!" to Granny, I went to my room to put my backpack and shoes away. I look around my decent sized room and go to the window on the far right corner of the room.
The room itself was a light blue color with dark blue carpeting. In fact, everything in the room was in different shades of blue. I liked it.
I brought my laptop so I wouldn't have to use the prehistoric one Granny Bell has. All my clothes were in the closet. My Ipod was in the small dresser beside my queen size bed. I had all my plushies on a shelf along with pictures of the good ol' days.
I move away from the window and l pick up a picture of when I went to Comic-Con with mom and dad. Back before all the fighting. Back before all the lies and before all the cheating. Sigh.
I walked over to the huge book shelf, looking at the tons of books I brought. Poetry, classics including Shakespeare and the Bronte-Sisters, and I even brought some of my other favorite authors including good old Becca Fitzpatrick and James Patterson. I am such a sucker for books.
Grabbing Cresendo, I go down stairs to make some dinner. Well, that's what I planned, but as soon as I got down the stairs and turned right to go to the kitchen, Granny Bell was there, blocking my way and looking scary.
"What's wrong Granny Bell?" I asked a bit hestant and a bit concerned.
"Samantha Elisabeth Bell..." Oh. My. Crap. I'm dead...and I don't know why!
"Yes?" I say a bit squeeky.
"Tell me right now if you are pregnant." WHAT! Why would she think that?
"Why would you think I'm pregnant?" I ask her with my face twisting in confusion.
"Nope, young lady, the truth. If you end up having a baby, I won't support you or your baby if you don't tell me right now. Are you pregnant?" She asked the last part slowly.
"I'm not pregnant Granny! Oh my God! Do you really think I would lose my virginity right now, in high school? No Granny Bell, I'm not pregnant. I'm a freaking virgin!" I tell her more than a bit mad that she would think I'm one of those girls.
"Oh, right..." She trailed off with understanding coming to her delicate features. "You're right dearie. Granny shouldn't listen to gossip, now should she? You're a good girl. Haven't even left the house yet..." she continued to talk as she shuffled off to watch her spanish soap operas.
Before she turns the corner the staircase makes, she turns to me. She says, "I'll make cookies later. Do you want them Special?" she asks me.
My mouth pops open and I was about to scold her, but she chuckles and say, "Just kidding dearie. You know I don't make those anymore," then rushes around the staricase.
I shake my head in her direction once I hear spanish music start. I sigh as I walk in the kitchen and put my book on the island. I gather the ingrediants to make tacos and get to work.
Special cookies my ass, Granny. Like hell you would make anything Special!
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