Okay, third chapter. Once again, I don't own My Babysitter's a Vampire, even though that would actually be pretty cool.
Raevyn strolled through the halls to her locker, singing quietly about marshmallows. She thought about her pervy old grandfather and shivered uncomfortably. Maybe she should try and get a boyfriend, so that people didn't look at her in ways that made her want to vomit. She would be forever uncomfortable in her own home as long as that man was there. You would think that you should be able to walk around in your own house clad in a T-shirt and underwear.
She opened her locker and shoved her bag inside. She had orchestra first period. Raevyn sighed as she made her way to the Fine Arts room. Orchestra had been so fun in Kansas. She had the best teachers ever, and the students were wonderful kids. Maire had always been so fun to talk to. But that was a lifetime ago.
Raevyn dragged over a music stand, pulled her violin out of the case, sat down in her chair, and doodled on the knee of her bright blue skinny jeans until the instructor entered the room. She snickered as she was handed a sheet of music. They were playing Dance Scenario, a song she had played in the eighth grade. A child's piece. She loved it, and often played it just to play it, but she thought in high school they would be playing something more advanced.
She stared hard at the music as her fingers flew across the fingerboard, feeling the familiarity of the song. Music was one of her favorite things, and if it was her making the music, it was a thousand times better. The notes came so easily now, as if she were one with them, perfectly in tune.
Then the song ended and suddenly class was over. It seemed so short. Raevyn packed up her violin and put away her stand. Sighing as usual, she made her way to her communications class. She got out her homework and set it next to her on the desk. Closing her binder, she sighed yet again, this time longingly, as she gazed at a copy of the picture that hung on her bedroom wall, the one with her and her mob of friends. Maybe… maybe she could make new friends. She glanced at Rory, who was a few seats behind her, trying to balance a pencil on his nose. No, new friends just wouldn't be the same.
"This year, you are all required to join a club or participate in an event," the teacher announced. The class groaned outwardly, and the teacher frowned. Raevyn tugged on her hair.
Deciding to ignore her students' protests, the teacher continued speaking. "The sign-up sheets are on my desk. The choices are Math Club, Science Club, football, Chess Club, homecoming committee, fundraisers, and cheerleading. Please, feel free to sign up for more than one. All of them if you like."
The students muttered profanities and cursed at their teacher, but shuffled up to her desk. Raevyn followed, and stared at the sign-up sheets when she reached them. Math Club, Science Club, and Chess Club? She loved all three. So did she choose one, or sign up for them all? She decided on the latter. She wrote her name on all three papers. But something held her back. She stared at the sheet for the cheerleading squad. She'd always hated them, what with their cheers and their makeup and their ponytails and their slutty outfits. Tapping her pencil against her lip, she smirked.
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Rory stared at the sheets. She signed up for all three clubs? How could she do such a thing? Now the only way he could avoid her would be to try out for the football team, or be on the homecoming committee, or sign up to bake cookies and wash cars. And that was something he was not about to do.
Sighing, he decided to just sign up for Math Club. How horrible could she be? After all, it was her that was going to get hurt if she got too close.
The bell rang and Rory scooped up his books in his arms and walked out the door.
He gave Erica a cheeky grin as she walked by. "Hey, Erica."
"Don't talk to me, loser. I'm busy," she snapped.
He just smiled. "She's very pretty," said a voice right next to his ear. He jumped about a foot in the air before turning his head. Raevyn. Of course.
She was staring after Erica. "But I don't think she's really your type. You might want to try someone a little lower class. And a little more stupid. And a little more blind."
Rory glared at her. "Did you just call me low class, stupid, and ugly?"
"No, of course not."
"But you just—"
"I was being sarcastic just now, you idiot."
"Oh. Well, I can tell you I'm not any of those things," he said.
"If you say so. I don't really know you that well, so I can't judge you on it. But I don't think she could fall in love with you. Just like you, she's the kind of person who wouldn't want to be tied down, and even if she was, she would leave them in a heartbeat if they were suddenly ugly. And anyway, you couldn't love her either," Raevyn said quietly.
"Yes I could!" Rory protested.
"Then why don't you prove it? You need someone who can listen to all your problems, and you need to be able to listen to them in turn. You need someone who you can confide in, and who will believe in you. You need someone to tell things to you straight, just the way they are. You need someone who can see the good in you, and then love you for all the bad things; someone who can change you for the better, but only if it's you who wants the change. And you need to be able to see them at their worst moments and still tell them they're beautiful anyway. You need someone who will always believe you, no matter how little the odds are in your favor. And most of all, you need someone who will love you, really love you for who you are. Or maybe they'll just love you, for no reason whatsoever. One of those strange unexplained phenomena. But anyway, you need a real person, not a Barbie doll, and not someone who isn't all those things I just mentioned. Because trust me, you especially need a person with all of those qualities. Someone who can teach you to love."
Rory was silent for a moment. "Well, what if I can't learn to love?" he asked.
Raevyn turned away. "Then good news for you. Because I don't think I can either."
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