So one of you guys informed me (in a review) that the trailer was confusing.
(: I'm not being bitter or anything, just wanted to inform that person that that was the point. I like making readers confused in a trailer, to get them to keep on reading. I like to make everything unpredictable. It may not be Massington, by the way. I'm not even sure yet, I'm just going with the flow. (x That's what I do with trailers. I start typing randomly and then a plot begins to form.
I like pairing the randomest people together. For this one, I actually wrote down the characters' name and put them all in one basket and pulled them out randomly. (:
GirlXBoy, of course. (; While I'm totally fine with homosexuality, I'm not sure if I could write it, I prefer to write about things I've actually experienced. But maybe I'll try that as a challenge later on. (:
Anywho, moving on. (: For the school name, I made BOCD a high school. (x So deal with it.
BOCD High is a rather large high school. Students bustling about, random adults placed at random places, where they can watch the students underneath either an extremely practiced eye, or one that would be better off blind. The halls, recently polished and mopped, are already getting dirtied by the mud on the shoes of the other students. The janitor watches, a pained look clearly expressed on his wrinkled face. He hasn't been working at BOCD High for very long, but he's already fond of it, and he would like to keep it clean. Why doesn't the principal teach these kids a lesson?
All this is noted and examined quickly by the thorough eye of Alicia Rivera.
Alicia Rivera hasn't changed much over the past two years. Now a 9th grader at BOCD High, she's determined to learn everything about this high school, and has done quite a bit of researching, snooping, and digging of her own. Now, don't mistake her for a nerd, oh hell no. Like she cares if BOCD High used to be a big-ass field used for farming? Like she cares if it is new, newer than the mannequin now standing in her room?
The beautiful girl grimaced the tiniest bit at the thought of the mannequin. She would never admit she had copied Massie Block to anyone but herself.
What's the point in lying to yourself?
Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Alicia glanced at the striking redhead beside her, who casually eyes Josh Hotz, the man of her dreams. They'd been through so much, and finally, finally, they're right where they wanted. Happy, together, with one expectation of their first year in high school: no drama. Oh, Alicia can see the love and admiration in her eyes as she looks him up and down appreciatively, and she can see Josh's eyelid close over that big brown eye of his into a wink. And for the first time, Alicia felt jealousy. Why doesn't she have a man? Why isn't there anyone for her? Why is she alone?
But as Alicia tosses her long dark hair behind her shoulder, she pushes that thought to the back of her mind too. She doesn't need a man. Guys are players, after all. But maybe... Well, she did have the body. Why couldn't she use that to get a little attention?
Almost as quickly as the thought came, it leaves, because now someone else is distracting her.
"What are you thinking about? You look.. Well, you look constipated."
Alicia rolled her eyes when she heard Derick's voice. As usual, it was light and full of amusement. He was always joking around, always laughing... It never got old, though, even Alicia had to admit that. The two hated each other. Well, Alicia hated Derrick. Derrick... Just didn't care.
She turned and aimed a sweet grin at the blonde boy, now as tall as 6'1. He should stop growing soon, Alicia was beginning to feel dwarfed standing in front of him. Standing at 5'10, she was the same height as most boys and she wasn't used to feeling... Well, short.
"Leave me alone, Derrick," she replied snappily. She just wasn't in the mood for this, she was sick of his childish antics and wanted to be alone. It was the first day of high school, after all.
He held up his hands in mock surrender, his brows raised and those large brown eyes widening to appear even larger (Was that possible?) than normal.
"Chillax, man. I wasn't doing anything!"
Alicia smirked and turned away from him, examining the hallways once more. She ignored Derrick and the sound of his buddies' footsteps. She ignored their meaningless chatter. She only had one thing on her mind.
Honey, she had found her new and first target.
Derrick could easily see why most guys dreamt about sex with Alicia Rivera. She had all the physical attractions, even he wouldn't deny that. But what he couldn't see was why a guy would want to have a relationship with Alicia Rivera. She was absolutely, positively, undoubtedly evil. Her brown eyes hid a collection of judgmental thoughts, all directed towards you. He seemed to be the only one who saw her for what she really was. Well, a male who saw her true self, anyways.
Pure evil.
But for some reason, he wants to befriend her. Don't evil girls usually have an insecure side underneath all that? Massie had. Cam was her best friend, and he knew everything about her. He wanted to be Alicia's Cam Why? He pondered over the simple question, why. Probably because he had watched Cam and Massie talk privately, seen the way the two leaned on each other for strength, support, love, and everything else. He wished he had that with someone, and if that girl couldn't be the one he wanted most… Well, any girl would do. And hey, Alicia was a challenge. Why not?
Derrick sighed. First period was so boring. History was the easiest subject. For some reason, Derrick had some knack for that subject. Other people's lives were so much easier to understand than his. At least he would know the result of it.
But his life? It was a mystery.
Let's take his father, for example. His father was never home. He didn't know what his old man was doing, and he didn't want to know. His mother? His mother wasn't any different, she was out too. Maybe they were together. Derrick allowed, if only for a moment, to hope the two were out together.
Even though he knew they weren't.
His first love wasn't gone physically, but she might as well be. It wouldn't make any difference. He had told her he loved her, those three significant words, I love you. She ripped herself out of his arms and shook her head. "No, no, no, you can't love me," he remembered her saying. She took a step forward, back into his arms –where she belonged-, and placed her dainty hands on his chest, tiptoeing up to brush her lips against his own.
"If Massie found out... Oh, Derrick, if Massie found out…"
He had cut her off so foolishly. "I don't care, I just want to be with you."
Her eyes. Those large Tiffany box eyes had been so close to tears, she had had to blink in a desperate but unsuccessful attempt to keep tears away.
"Derrick, Massie's my best friend, I just can't… That torture… I don't know if I could go through that a second time."
"So you'd rather be with her than you'd be with me?" Derrick had snapped, laughing bitterly. "So you're in love with Massie? I have a lesbian girlfriend?"
And before he knew it, Claire's palm made contact with cheek with such force he actually turned his head. It stung. Claire was strong.
And just like that, he had lost her. She had walked away stubbornly. Why? He still couldn't understand.
So Derrick simply sighed and watched her from afar, as she dated and dated.
Dated anyone but him.
Yeah, he was the Derrick Harrington. He could get any girl he wanted, right?
Yeah, any girl but the one he wanted.
WHOOT. First chapter! xD Yeah, it's kind of crappy, but I'm taking it little by little, character by character, introducing them slowly. The two are always going to relate to each other, have something to do with each other. (x
By the way, don't be expecting anything. No expectations. Nada. Well, except for one: I am going to finish this. (x I promise!
But really, I am going to try and trip you guys and surprise you along the way. (; So be warned.
Unless I tell you about an idea, then I'll probably go along with that. I like to keep my word. (: If I do change my mind, I'll probably tell you about it. :D