A/N- Hi! Thanks for the reviews, alerts, and favorites! I thought i would only like get one review but i got five! Sorry if i ever take long to upload, but i only have a tablet and i can't upload on that so i sorta gotta sneak onto the computer in my mom's room! She probably wouldn't care but I would feel really awkward if she read this... Anyway, here's the next chapter!
Throughout art, I didn't pay much attention to what the teacher was explaining, something about some famous painting. I was mostly thinking about Jacob. I continued to wonder, and freak out, about the way Jacob looked at me and how he actually made an effort to talk to me.
I was the lonely freak who refused to make any friends. I didn't stand up for myself, making me an easy target for those in bad moods. I almost never take any of the insults personally, but sometimes it gets so bad that I lock myself in a bathroom and cry for hours.
I began to doubt Jacob's intentions. Yes, he seemed to want to be my friend, but it could all just be some sort of sick joke for the Sam Uleys Gang's entertainment in this boring town. My thoughts were interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of the school day. I grabbed my art supplies and headed towards my locker. A few steps out of the room, and I saw Jacob rushing towards me in the sea of students. He smiled when he spotted me.
"Hey Kat," he exclaimed excitedly.
"Hi," I whispered, looking towards the floor to avoid his gaze.
He opened his mouth to say more, but I stopped walking, realizing we passed my locker. Deja vu.
"Sorry, my locker," I pointed to the tall, skinny metal with peeling grey paint. I turned around and walked the short distance to it before turning the lock to my combination.
"Deja vu, he spoke my thoughts out loud. I gave him a small, apologetic smile while opening my locker and putting the necessary supplies into my book bag.
"So how was your day so far?" Jacob asked as I slammed my stubborn locker shut and walked towards the door.
"Good," I mumbled, watching as he opened the door leading to the drizzling outside, and held it for me. He waited patiently while I looked at him surprised. I realized what he was doing, and rushed outside, blushing.
"Want me to walk you home?"
"Um, no thanks," I replied, wanting to walk alone to have time to collect my thoughts.
"Oh, ok," he said, disappointed," See you tomorrow."
"Sure, bye," I said, scurrying away, faintly hearing him say 'bye'.
I slowed my pace when I was out of the school parking lot, breathing a sigh of relief. Maybe I should ignore him, and he'll go away. Or maybe if I talk to him for a bit, he will see how boring I am and leave me alone.
I decided to go with the second choice, not wanting to encourage him with the ignoring. I'm not going to get attached to him, seeing as it might actually be a joke. Him and the gang will probably find a way to humiliate me in the end, anyway. It wasn't anything new.
Stepping into my driveway, I cut off my rambling mind and prepared it for the chaos of my home. I could hear all the noise before I even opened the door. When I walked through the door and in the living room. I immediately say my ten year old brother, Chris playing some zombie game with my thirteen year old step-brother, Gabe. They had the TV blasting while screaming or cheering at it. My six year old half sister, Lizzie, was in the corner with her dolls while her other toys were placed hazardly around the room.
I said a quick hi to Lizzie and walked to my room, hearing loud music coming. There are two beds placed in opposite corners of the room, my bed closest to the door, with neon green sheets and pillows with a black, fluffy blanket. The other, pink and black, belongs to my sister Erin. Erin is about one year younger than me at the age of sixteen. Next to each bed were identical dressers and there was random pieces of furniture scattered throughout the room, along with some dirty clothes.
Before my twenty year old step-sister , Cece, moved out, I shared this room with her, and Erin shared with Lizzie. I actually preferred it this way, seeing as my dad and step-mom go out every Friday night, to keep a 'healthy relationship'. Then it was just me and the kids with Erin and her numerous boyfriends doing things I'd rather not mention.
I sat on my bed, reaching over onto my nightstand for the book i was currently reading. I scooted against the wall my bed was next to, and pulled my legs up. I began to read where I left off. After a few paragraphs, I couldn't concentrate with Erin sitting on her bed, singing loudly and off-key with the music playing. She was on her stomach, typing away on her laptop, occasionally stopping when her phone vibrated.
I huffed loudly, hoping she would get the point. Unfortunately, she ignored me or could not hear me over the horrid singing. "Erin, turn down the music, and please shut up!" I shouted over the music.
Erin looked over at me and scowled. "Excuse me, this is my room too!" she screamed back.
I glared at her before going back to my book. Erin continued with the singing and I tried to focus on the book. I gave up, slamming my book back onto the nightstand, and walked downstairs, toward the living room. Everyone was still in the same position so I sat on the couch behind the boys playing the video game.
I watched the TV trying to follow what was going on. It became too confusing so I settled on just staring at the computer, waiting for dinner. I didn't have to wait long, because a few minute later, my step-mom, Linda, called everyone to the dinning room to eat.
I stood on my feet, only to be pushed back onto the couch by the kids rushing to the dining room. I sighed softly before standing back up. The living room was large, a long table with with a chair on each end and three chairs on each side. Every chair except two were filled. My dad and Linda sat at each end, Lizzie, Chris and Gabe on one side, Erin on the other. I sat in the seat between Erin and my dad, picking up my fork and beginning to eat. I kept my head down, not looking at anyone.
"So how was everyone's day?" my dad asked all of us.
"It was really fun! We did an experiment with salt and soap, and I spilt it in this girl, Sally's, lap. I said I did it on accident, but I was lying, and the teacher actually believed me! Can you believe it? Sally knew I did it on purpose and tried to tell the teacher, but the teacher didn't listen to her! I als-," Chris trailed off, seeing the disapproving look on our dad's face.
Gabe mumbled a fine while Erin started. "Well today, I got an A on my big History test today. I didn't think I would do good, but I did! And I got picked for the English spelling bee this year. My test results were the highest in the grade!" she stated excitingly.
"Well, that's nice," my dad said, with a fake smile on his face. He turned around and looked expectantly at Lizzie, not even bothering to hear what I had to say. "What did you do Lizzie?"
"I got the student of the month award! The ceremony is tomorrow! You're coming, right?"
"Of course! I wouldn't miss it for anything!" Dad said, smiling brightly.
"But, Dad, tomorrow is the basketball championship! You already said you were going to go!" Chris cried.
"Well, I'll come to the next game," Dad said, waving his hand in dismissal.
"You can't! It's the last game!" Chris shouted, a hurt expression on his face.
"You do NOT raise you voice at me, understand?" he shouted back. Chris just slumped down in his seat, shaking his head up and down, defeated. Lizzie stuck her tongue out at him, while she thought no one was looking. "Now, Lizzie, what were you saying?" he continued, not even sparing a second glance at any of us.
I looked around, seeing Erin glaring, Chris picking at his food, and Gabe shaking his head. I followed Gabe's action, and stood up, dumping my uneaten food into the trashcan, my appetite gone.