A 2nd chappy, fast I know, I already have half of the story written out, so I figured I'd upload this now since I'll be busy for the weekend.
Much thanks to XxRxX for my first review, I appreciate it lots ^_^
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PS: Cornelia, Irma, and Hay Lin might be a little ooc in this chapter, but its only for the movie's plot sake. lol
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I don't know what made me mouth 'wow' first. Maybe it was the body, seriously the guy looked like he was born in the gym. The jawline? The sexy green eyes, or the way his smile showed perfectly white teeth or the way his ears stuck out just perfectly under his shaggy brown hair, maybe it was the huskiness of his voice as he spoke to me, or his absurd, cliched eyebrow wiggle as he said it.
He walked down the hall like he owned it, giving various boys high fives and nodding his head to guys who yelled "Yo Tucker!" from across the herd of high school students. I was still fumbling with my stupid schedule, looking around like a idiot so I can leave before he got over here. Its one of those situations I'd laugh at if it wasn't me.
Too late. He nearly blew me off my feet when he smiled at me, me! Invisible Will, just got acknowledged by a cute guy, of all things.
"Hey," He greeted, eyes connecting with mine for a brief second. Time froze, as I realized that he might've just been the hottest guy I have EVER seen. Did I mention his breath smelled like heavenly spearmint?
"D- du- um-h.." I stuttered horribly, making a complete and utter fool of myself, already.
"Whats wrong with that girl?" A big, hefty guy who had walked in with him asked, scratching his head.
"Shut up, Blunk," The heartthrob scolded, although 'Blunk' was more then three times his size. Blunk shrugged in response. "She's probably just nervous. You're new here, huh?"
Yes! Yes, thats it! He understood!
"You need help finding your class, right?" Caleb continued, moving close to me and grabbing my map. "B6, thats riiiiight... there."
He gestured behind him, where a door that read B6 stood obviously behind me. I wanted to jump off the top of the Sheffield B building, I felt so dumb!
"Erm... thanks." I replied, taking my map from him and about turning to head to B6.
I heard Blunk say something as I stalked away, my reddened face buried in my hands. "Man.. look at her backpack. That girls a weirdo."
I wanted to turn on my heel and yell 'I'm not a weirdo!' right in the enormous dudes face, but I only walked faster. I heard a soft pat and a 'Shut up, Blunk'.
So that was my first impression of Caleb Tucker. So he wasn't bad, a genuinely nice guy, right? That's what I thought too. Caleb is what you would call, a mastermind. Commander of the ladies. The ultimate player. He doesn't look like genius, but trust me, this guy had a complete mastery of all females, and he could juggle them accordingly. I was lucky enough (yeah, right) to witness this firsthand.
My mom had gotten me a job a week prior to moving in, and worked out the schedule so that I started it the same day I started school. It was a simple but extremely boring job waiting tables for a nearby restaurant. The first night on the job, guess who was my first table? The manly man himself, Caleb Tucker.
I mean, its not like he blew me away or anything. I approached him and asked him for order with unadulterated confidence. I totally had it all under control.
Just kidding. I actually sounded like this -
"Hey uhm, you're uh, are you ready to err, sorry! I, er, uh, do you -"
"I'm not ready to order." He said simply, looking at me once with a small smile, and then tending to his menu. I don't think he recognized me.
"Right." I muttered, and retreated back to the kitchen, where I repeatedly hit myself with a empty tray, hoping to smack the dork out of my system. After the break, (and I felt much, much, less stupid) I came back to see if he was ready yet.
That's when I first saw Hay Lin.
Where do I start? The girl was beautiful. Long black hair, all wound into a graceful ponytail, beautiful almond eyes, brown I might add, a million dollar smile – how could I think that a guy like Caleb didn't have a absolutely stunning girlfriend? Silly me. And plus, I'm hardly popular enough. Hay Lin is, she is what you call a school activist – she was in every and any club. Too name a few: Honor Society, Junior Achievers, Future Filmmakers of America, Big Sisters, Artists Stand Up, YMCA, and more. I think she's also in charge of the school's film station.
"I've decided to write a children's book," She chirped when she arrived.
Oh, and she's writing a children's book.
Caleb pulled the seat out, letting her plop down with a small, content sigh. He then sat in his own chair, and smiled like a goofball. Could you say dweeb? But in its own way, it was cute. She laughed at something he said, I didn't catch it. Her laugh was loud but impressive, and quite random, it made a couple of other customers jump. Their conversation was hushed and hurried, like two third graders who just discovered their dad's sugar stash. .
"Two green salads, dressing on the side. Salmon for her," He paused briefly, smiling widely at Hay Lin. "And lobster for me." I fought the need to roll my eyes, after all, I still wanted a tip.
"I love when you do that," She beamed. (This girl was giddy. I thought she'd exploded out her chair in happiness soon). Caleb moved closer to her.
"I love doing that." He answered, staring her in the eyes in a way that might have been romantic if I didn't hate him at this point.
"I love that you love that I love doing that."
Oh god. This was getting ridiculous.
"No need to rush in between courses." He added, addressing me but still looking into his captivated date's eyes. What a stud. I left with haste.
By the time I returned, I was surprised to find him still there, and what-ho, I also just as surprised to find that his date changed. So he had two girlfriends?
This one was Cornelia Hale. A stunning girl indeed, a lengthy blond with green eyes that could light up the world. She was the girl every girl wanted to be, beautiful, vain, and the girl every guy dreamed about. Don't take as a reason to underestimate her, though. Shes the unofficial clique leader of the jocks, and just about on every female sports team in Sheffield. To list, there's the Girls hockey team, (she ice skates too, when the season comes around) soccer, volleyball, swimming, and last but not least, boxing. Also, she's cheer captain. This girl was the real deal. But apparently even that didn't curb Caleb's need to cheat.
"Ah, un bon dîner cher pour nous, non?" She cooed in french. Did I tell you she speaks fluent french? Well, she does.
I think she missed Caleb's unmistakable look of what-the-hell-did-they-say but he played it off well.
"You are so sexy when you speak french." He growled. She put the menu down and glared haughtily at him, before breaking into a small smile.
When I approached for his order (the second time) luckily, he actually managedto get the order out before locking lips with Cornelia. They didn't look like they'd come up for air anytime soon, so I just figured I'd cut my losses and forget about asking if they wanted desserts.
After taking his order, I served other tables and took my time, and didn't visit his table for at least another hour. Hopefully, he'd be gone by then, and I wouldn't have to witness his X-rated escapades anymore.
But, unfortunately, he was still there when I came back, and this time with another girl. Okay! Whats going on here, am I being punked? Thats three girlfriends!
Irma Lair was this ones name, and anything fun was her game. Truly outgoing in spirit, Irma Lair can be and is known as the school's party girl. She was tan, with a short but well shaped figure. Her blue eyes, vibrant, gave her an almost angelic look. A true beauty indeed. I guess I was a little jealous. She was also the voice behind Sheffields Radio station. As nice as she looked, I learned that this girl had enough attitude and fight in her to fuel the whole wrestling club. (We'll see that in action later!)
Just as I finished that thought, Caleb jumped up from his seat dramatically.
"Man, this place is a borefest," He announced to everyone. I watched Irma's bewildered but awed look. Man, this guy was good.
"I wanted to take you somewhere more fun," He retracted a second later, after Irma put a calming hand on his shoulder. I could tell she thought his whole charade was cute, maybe even sexy.
I don't know about you guys, but usually a fun-loving teen was code for easy.
Irma pulled Caleb closer by softly pulling his ear. "You know for you... I can think of something fun to do."
See what I mean? I don't make this stuff up.
Thankfully, my shift was over, so I was wrapping up for the day and didn't need to serve anymore tables. I thought this whole revelation over while I checked out.
"Ugh, I don't get it. All these girls seem so confident and popular, how don't they know that Caleb isn't cheating on them?"
I was more or less asking my self, but my coworker, Elyon, heard me anyway.
"He's a total operator, that's how." She growled, twirling a blond ponytail and glaring at the couple. "He dates the leader of each clique, and gets them to keep it a secret by saying his dad won't allow him to date during basketball season."
"How do you know all this?" I asked, entirely enthralled.
"I..." She started, but her eyes started to well up. "I don't know. Just a guess." She then turned around and stormed out, was she sniffling?
I looked at Caleb and Irma again, only to find that they even haven't touched their dinner (despite touching all over each other) and their waiter stood by awkwardly waiting for them to leave.
Yes, I thought. Caleb Tucker was the ultimate operator. But even he couldn't foresee the events of Black Tuesday.
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good? Bad? I need reviews people D: and what Cornelia said translated, "Ah, an expensive dinner for us, no?"