A/N: Okay! So this chapter may not be historically accurate about...well you'll see... LOL! If you are reading my other FanFic than you already have read this but I am going to Housten, Texas for about 4 days tomorrow so the earliest I'll update is Sunday so sorry!!! Haha. Enjoyy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except Joeseph. And Margaret. You'll see lol.
Since I was the first student in the classroom, I sat down at a random seat in the front of class. It isn't like I am a preppy person or anything, but if I sit any farther than the second row back, I can't see the black board. With me I had a copy of my favorite book, Wuthering Heights, so I decided to start reading before the rest of my class entered.
I hadn't noticed someone had entered, until they poked the back of my neck with a sharpened Number 2 pencil.
"HEY!" I screeched in an angry tone. And I turned around to yet again see the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I guess we did have classes together. I was smiling on the inside, and apparently on the outside too.
"You don't look very mad. You've got a nice smile too. And an amazing voice. Since no one is around, maybe…" I cut him off.
"Listen. You seem really sweet. But I have never willingly sung in front anyone before." I emphasized anyone.
"There's a first time for everything." He stated hopefully.
"Of course there is. So where did you move here from?" I was truly curious about every detail of him and his life.
"Why do you get to ask all the questions, eh?" He joked
"Because I'm not the new kid." I laughed.
While we were talking, more student filed in. I saw all the familiar faces of my peers I had been seeing for the past four years. Oh ya, did I mention I too was the new kid? This is the longest we had ever stayed in one place, and that was because Cindy threatened to run away if our dad made us move again before she graduated.
"So. How about after school…" Joey got cut of by our teacher, Mr. Kappy.
Mr. Kappy began to lecture on about whatever it was that we were learning. And then, when his back was turned, a slip of paper flew gracefully onto my desk. On it, in the most gorgeous handwriting, was written:
As I was saying, maybe after school we could get together. You could give me all the town gossip, besides me. And possibly sing that song? Pretty please with a cherry on top…
I almost started laughing out loud at the "pretty please with a cherry on top" part! I thought only seven-year-old girls did that when asking their parents for stuff. How was I supposed to reply to that?!
Yes to the meeting. Maybe we could study. And no to the singing, please stop asking. Possibly when we know each other better…
I attempted my hardest to pay attention to Mr. Kappy, but my mind continued to wonder. It mostly thought about what Joey and I would study since today was in fact the first day of the year. OH GOSH! I must sound like such a dork now for writing that. I unintentionally groaned and slapped my forehead, then laughter broke out from all my classmates, including Joseph.
"Is there something you would like to share, Miss," He paused to look at his attendance sheet, "Brandon? Wait, as in Cameron Brandon?" He suddenly didn't look annoyed at me anymore. Most of the teachers knew my family lived here, but there were always a few that just ignored all the gossip.
"Um, ya. He is my father." I reluctantly answered.
"Oh. Well. Please pay attention. Today is the day to make all your first impressions."
I smiled politely and just sank down into my desk. I despised talking to people about my dad, especially then because I hadn't told Joseph about it yet. Whoa there. Why did I care about that? Then, just like the first time, the note between Joey and me fell onto my desk.
Studying? You do realize it is the beginning of the year, right? No homework that I have heard yet. But if that's what you want to do, then so be it. We could maybe discuss school as an alternative though. What was with that outburst? And your father is THE Cameron Brandon?
Ugh. He did think I was a dork now. And then the groan…how do I explain that without confessing that I may LIKE like him? How do I LIKE like a guy I met a little more than an hour ago?! This is so un-like me. Then finally, the worst question of all- my family.
The outburst you speak of was…unintentional to say the least. I will explain later. And yes, that Cameron Brandon is my father. Now, pay attention before we both get in trouble! :)
I thought the smile at the end was cute. And I really was hoping he would forget about the outburst, and me singing to him. It was almost time to leave when yet again the paper flew onto my desk.
Okay, but don't think you are gonna get lucky, I shall not forget to inquire about both the outburst, and your singing :)
The saying "saved by the bell" suddenly became my favorite quote. I really didn't want to reply to that… I jumped up so quickly, I ended up tripping over the front of the desk. But right as I was about to fall face first onto the hardwood, a muscular hand grabbed me and pulled me up to safety. I turned around to see none other than…
"You better watch where you step. I may not always be there to save you." Joseph said cockily.
"Uh. Thank you. Really, a trip to the nurses on the first day back would not be to pleasant." I wasn't lying, I went to the nurse quite frequently last year. Headaches, mostly. But an occasional hurt leg from a fall thrown in there.
"So, what is your next class?"
"Um. Arithmetic." I answered, having to look at the schedule I was given last week.
"What a coincidence. Might I escort you there?" He asked. He was really a gentleman.
"You may. So. You never answered my question…" I said shyly.
"Which one? There have been so many you know." He replied jokingly.
"Haha." I said sarcastically. I suddenly noticed that Joey was leading me, and that he actually knew his way around the school already. Impressive.
"I think it is my turn to ask you a question…" He stated.
"Hmm. One. Then it is back to my turn!" It was amazing how easily I could talk to him, and how easy it was to forget everything else in the world.
"Why don't you sing in front of people? From the tidbit I heard, you have a beautiful voice. Much like…" He mumbled the last part so I was unable to understand it.
"Much like what?" I inquired.
"The rest of you." Oh my! He was the one blushing now!!
"I could say the same for you." I whispered…
"Why thank you. You didn't answer my question this time."
"It is really hard to explain, and pretty complicated." I said. It was, in truth.
"I think I can keep up." He smiled. And he thought my smile was nice, had he seen his?!?!?!?
"I would attempt to," I paused to make sure I didn't trip over anything again, "but we are at our next class now. And I don't want to tell it in public."
"Okay. Tonight then. Would you – " Good gosh. Could he finish please finish those types of sentences without being interrupted by class starting?!
Class droned on. Arithmetic was my least favorite subject, which made the average hour long period feel much longer. Much to my dismay, no papers flew to rescue me from the subject.
Once the bell rang, I got up slowly, making sure not to trip. I succeeded! Then, Joey was right behind me.
"Ready for history?" He asked
"Let me guess, you have Mr. Cullen as your teacher?" I asked, not surprised by the answer.
"Indeed I do. So about tonight. My mother makes a delicious meat loaf, and happens to be cooking it today. I am almost positive she would not oppose to another stomach joining us."
"Well I will as my stomach if that's all you need for tonight." I said joking.
"Possibly, you could come over before supper so we could play the question game." He said bashfully.
"The question game?" I asked. I had never heard of it before…
"Yes, you ask me a question, I answer; then I ask you a question and you answer." He said simply.
"That would be divine. But of course I must get the blessing of my parents to go."
"Of course." He said
We walked to history in a comfortable silence. And it was suddenly broken when my best friend, Margaret, screamed my name in her darling British accent.
"Margie! How are you my dear?" I asked
"I'm good. Bloody tired though. My father woke me up two hours earlier than necessary, and I was un-able to fall asleep again!" She said. Her accent never failed to amuse me.
"Good to know, sweetie." I chuckled.
"And who is this handsome lad?" She questioned.
"Oh, I apologize. My name is Joseph, Joseph Whitlock." Joey said in his lovely voice.
"I am Margaret Pattinson. Hmm. Are you a new addition to our darling small town?" She asked
"Indeed I am."
Then class was called to order. So my best friend had met my new…friend I told myself. Friends. That is what Joey and I are.
The rest of the day passed relatively uneventfully. Cynthia, Margie, Joey, I, and a few of our other friends all had lunch together. Actually, Joey was in every single one of my classes, and Margaret was in four out of six. This was going to be the beginning of a perfect year.
A/N: So hope ya'll liked it. And ya I doubt a guy would have asked out a girl after that short a time, even if it was just for dinner at his parents' house lol. So tell me what you thought in YOUR REVIEW. Click the button. CLick it! lol :) ~cassadi