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Alien
Chapter 4: Procrastinator
"Hey Abby?" I heard my dads hushed voice from my slightly ajar bedroom door. I didn't move, maybe then he'd forget and leave me alone. I was exhausted, I only needed about a few more hours of sleep. His soft footsteps came closer and pretty soon I felt the bed shift as his weight settled down. He shook my arm gently. "Sweetie it's time to get up for school."
I popped my eyes open slowly, I was still groggy with sleep. He smiled at me, knocking some of his dark hair out of his eyes and scratching his scruff. "You're friends are here." He stated, not knowing if I'll be mad at him or not. I nodded and threw my head back on my pillow. I just wanted to go to bed. He snorted. "And that's why I invited them over, so when I leave for work, you leave for school." He gave my exposed leg a good smack before leaving.
Hurling myself up and out of my bed I peaked my bed head around the corner to the living room, and Bill and the gang minus Georg was sitting around my couch. Bill caught my eye and waved and gave a great smile. I huffed and spun back in my room, he was a fucking morning person, just what I need. Cue sarcasm.
I brushed all the tangles out of my hair while heating up the curling iron. I've decided that I wanted to put a few random bouncy curls in my hair; Simone was my inspiration to do so. I envied her gorgeous curls. I threw on my favorite Cinema Bizarre shirt, it was a tight black short sleeve. Today was going to be brutal, so I didn't really care about concealing my cuts. I covered my scar on my face and put on eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner and I was done.
My eyes were my favorite part of my face; they were a shy blue color. I tried to put a few curls in my hair but it wasn't working out for me. So I just ended up brushing it out and having random poofy parts in my hair. There has to be a way that I can work this out. I was twisting my hair in all kinds of directions and letting out angry sighs, it is too damn early for this.
A small knock came from the doorway, a smug looking Bill stood there with his arms crossed. "Do you need any help?" He laughed. I nodded and held out the iron for him. He looked nervous, like he wasn't expecting me to let him help. "Uhm, lets see here." He fumbled around with t for a little bit. "I've never done this before!" He gushed.
I rolled my eyes and went to my room to look for my dry erase board. You don't have to if you don't want to you know :P
"I want to try and help you out." He smiled, linking our hands together and leading me back to the bathroom. I sat on the side of the tub with my feet on the inside. "Now how do you want it?"
I just want a few random curls : )
"Ok, I'll try." His expression looked torn as he tried to fix up my hair. I just closed my eyes and waited for it to end, because I think if I watched him do it, it might drive me crazy.
"You guys! Were going to be late!" Scolded Shilo as she bounded into my bathroom. She just stopped with an unreadable expression on her face, then she just busted out laughing. "Oh god, Tom you have to see this!" She tossed a teasing look at Bill.
I felt around on my head to make sure everything was in place. Nothing felt burned off. "Don't mess with it you'll ruin your hair!" Bill chided, knocking my hand away.
"What!" Tom huffed. Ah, he wasn't a morning person either, my respect for him just flew out the roof. He also stopped in his tracks like his gorgeous girlfriend did. "Bill, what the fuck?" His expression was great.
"Don't you 'what the fuck' me! What are you guys going on about?" Bill was frustrated and it made me desperately look in a mirror.
Shilo laughed some more. "You look so ridiculous holding a curling iron! And the fact that you probably have no clue what you're doing makes it funnier!" She was holding onto Tom's arm for support.
I huffed and got up, I was so not a morning person. I took the iron from Bill and gently sat it down on the counter, it used to be my mothers. I glanced at my reflection. Hm, Bill didn't do that bad, it actually looked good. Thanks Bill, I love it.
He came up behind me and circled his arms around my waist and leaned his chin on my head. "You really like it?" I nodded making his head bounce. His smiling was contagious and I couldn't help but to smile back at his reflection. "See smiling feels good doesn't it?" Which made me smile wider. What was it with this boy? He made me want to smile.
"I think you two need to get a move on! Were already going to be late!" Tom smirked at us like he knew something I didn't. I just rolled my eyes and went to find my bag. Shilo followed me.
"I cant wait to hang out with you! Should we go to your house or mine?" She was shyly playing with the ends of her hair, thinking through her plans.
It doesn't matter to me, as long as we have fun.
She smiled. "That's what I'm talking about! Me and you, were going to get along great."
What are we going to do?
"I don't know yet, but I know it'll be fun." She laughed. "But I don't think I'm going to be allowed anywhere soon," Her voice changed from sweet talking to loud screaming. "If these slow ass boys don't hurry their selves up!" She yelled towards the bathroom. "Who knows what their doing in there. Weird boys." She muttered quietly to me.
Bill rushed out looking confused and like he was caught doing something, and Tom just looked highly satisfied. "Ready?" Bill asked me with a brilliant smile.
I nodded.
It was time to get this day over with.
XxX
We were late. No not a few minutes late, but a whole hour late! I wanted to cry right there, I'd rather not go at all than to be late. I hated all the stares it would gain. Hm, but then again I am a new kid, so I'd be getting stares regardless. So it could always be worse. We all had to go to the attendance office to get little white slips, and my schedule was in there too.
"Oh I just hope we'll have classes together Abbs!" Shilo said as we walked into the Attendance office. They gave us death stares telling us to be quiet and that there was no talking in the tardy line.
I laced my fingers with Bill's, I was terrified! I showed him my board. Come with me to ask about my schedule, please?
"You sound a bit scared, but sure." He looked at Tom and Shilo. "We'll be back, were just going to go over here for Abby's schedule."
"No talking in the tardy line!" Bellowed a very manly looking woman. Shilo just rolled her eyes and flipped the woman off behind Tom. I cracked a small smile at her.
My grip on Bill's poor little hand tightened as we made our way to the back of the room to an older lady. "May I help you all?" She seemed sweet enough. Her name tag read: Mrs. Carti.
"Ah yes," Bill started off, he was such a gentlemen. "She's a new student, and needs her schedule." He motioned towards me.
"Name?" She said impatiently.
"Abby, uhm…" Bill stuttered not knowing my last name.
Abby Baker. I showed her my board.
"Ah, you're the student who don't talk!" It's like reality dawned on her. I rolled my eyes, hoping she didn't see, because I didn't need any office enemies. She didn't notice as she continued talking. "And don't worry all your teachers know about it, and hopefully they wont call you out in class. If they do, just go with it alright?" She said sympathetically. "And don't worry, you guys wont be counted as late." She winked. Bill returned the smile.
Bill yanked me to a table in the center of the room and pulled out a chair for me. I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Just sit, I have an idea." I complied and sat down. He comfortably sat next to me. "We wont be counted as late, so if you want we can hang out here for a little while?"
I gave a sigh of relief. Of course. Even though I cant put it off forever. Here, you take a look at my schedule first, I'm scared.
He smiled as he took hold of my schedule, but then his face fell. I leaned on his shoulder to get a better view to see what he was talking about. "I'm joking lovely." He playfully pushed my away and slapped my green sheeted schedule down in front of me. I blushed at the thought of him calling me lovely. He saw and smiled.
1st period- Music
2nd period- Art
3rd period- College Algebra
4th period- Arts and Humanities
5th period- Poetry
Why does everything sound like an elective?
He slid his arm around the back of my chair. "Probably since you got most of your credits at your last school maybe? But besides the point, want to know how many classes we have together?" He asked me. I nodded excitedly. "Guess." He said firmly. God I hated the guessing game.
I held up 3 fingers.
"Nope."
I sighed in frustration, crossed my arms and slouched back in my seat. His eyes widened as they came in contact with my arms, but he didn't say anything. He decided to play it off. "All of them." He said short and sweetly, in that we're going to talk about it later tone. I sighed and nodded.
Want to tour me around the school to blow off some more time?
He laughed. "You are a procrastinator aren't you?"
More than anything. :D
"Well come on." He smirked. "Bye Mrs. Carti, thanks for letting us hide out here for a while." Bill said sweetly.
"No problem dears." She practically sang back.
Bill kept an arm thrown around my waist as we slowly walked through the halls. You totally have her wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger :P
He smirked. "My nails are perfect aren't they?" He joked with me. "But people oddly find me irresistible."
Especially older women? That means they think you're adorable!
"Oh jeez, don't tease me about it, I already have to hear an earful from Shilo about it. She's just like Tom, perfect for each other if you ask me."
You like to talk don't you?
"Am I giving you a headache? I'm sorry…" He was about to start apologizing.
Don't worry about it, you're lucky you have a nice voice. : )
"Thanks." He gave an awkward laugh, pulling me closer. I wondered what all this meant, was he flirting? Or did he have a need to be close to someone like I did? Either way being close to him melted all my worries away, and I enjoyed it. I leaned into his figure. "I bet you have a nice voice too."
I used to be a singer remember? It had to be something.
"Full of yourself much? We might get along just perfect." He joked.
I smiled huge. I think I'm done procrastinating.
"Are you sure?"
Definitely not. But I might as well get it over with, and I'll be more at ease since you're in all my classes.
"And me, you, Tom and Shilo all have Poetry class together, so that's something to look forward to." He said. "And it's time for 3rd period, ready lovely?"
I blushed and nodded. FML I would have to go to a math class first!
"What you hate math?"
No, but it frustrates the hell out of me… My 8th grade math teacher ruined it all for me.
"What happened?"
Well I was almost held back because she couldn't teach, she'd give us an equation then a week later say she made a mistake, so since then, I was always an epic fail of a math student.
"Wow, that is a heartfelt story, no need to worry about failing here, we have some really good teachers, they help you understand until you can pass all your standards." He released my waist to go in a classroom, I followed quickly behind him
Oh damn, the whole class turned their heads to face us. Good thing it wasn't a big class, but it still didn't take my mind off of things. "Hello there Abby!" The cheery mathematician started off. "Just call me Silvia, no need for those silly last names." She handed me a binder. "The office said you didn't talk, am I correct?" I nodded. "Well you seem to know Bill here, so I'll set you next to him."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and followed Bill to the side of the room where he allowed me to file in the desks first. They were connected, but you had to slide to get into them. I looked around the room, no one seemed to care, they busied themselves with their math. So I guess this was going to be an okay class.
College Algebra sounds a bit intense doesn't? Well its just everything you've learned since Freshman year, and god I was terrified. I didn't want to fail math, my dad would have a fit. He always expected me to do great, and this time around I don't think I could.
"You ok? You seem like you're thinking too hard." Bill whispered to me, finding my hand under the desk and softly taking it in his hand.
Thinking about how I don't want to fail math.
"I wont let you fail." He smiled.
Class was insanely boring, all I had to do was fill out Standard makeup sheets saying I know the material. I sadly knew what they were talking about. My binder was going to get pretty full fast, and that it did. Silvia kept rushing back and forth between the working students and stamping what I knew and what I didn't. My brain was physically exhausted by the time the bell rang for Humanities.
Bill looped his hand in mine as we walked in sync down the halls. "Silvia is pretty scary isn't she?" He asked. I nodded. And like he read my mind he answered my unspoken question. "Don't worry, most teachers aren't like that, I think she's just really passionate about her job is all."
I ignored all the stares and whispers coming from the halls. Manly they were from jealous girls, they were mad because I got to hold Bill's hand, and others were saying how cute we were. At least it wasn't too bad. I just didn't want to be left alone with any of these people, who knew what would happen then? I'd be a complete mess without Bill. People scared me, if you hadn't noticed? I must be more clingier than Bill.
We rounded the corner into the classroom and a chubby man greeted us with all smiles. I've never taken Arts and Humanities in High School before, the last time I took it was around 4th or 5th grade! I wonder what it'll be all about?
"You must be Miss Baker?" Came his voice, it was tainted from smoking too many cigarettes. I nodded. "You're a perfect addition to our class." He looked to my and Bill's joined hands. "Do you all want to set together? Would it put you more at ease?" I nodded happily. "Sorry sweetie, Humanities is about coming out of your shell." I felt my mouth fall open.
"Mr. Falcin you have to let her sit with me, she's new and nervous." Bill pleaded with him, but nothing he tried worked. I already knew I was going to hate this class. Falcin placed me in front row, I shrugged off my bag and placed it under my desk and slouched, I hope people wouldn't notice my dark appearance. The whispers started. Apparently I was nifty to look at, and people found me interesting.
"Everyone! We have a new student!" Falcin started. "From the States am I correct?" I nodded. "Where from? I've always wanted to visit myself."
Kentucky. It's not all that great if you ask me.
"Cant she talk?" "Is she mute?" "Maybe a sore throat?" "God that's weird." And cue the whispers.
"Ah, everything s special in their own way." He just continued on with today's lesson, leaving me alone. He was talking about different cultures in Africa and how they came to be. Well at least it was something interesting, and my brain could handle.
I looked across the room to Bill, who was also in front row. He looked so bored out of his mind it wasn't funny. He had his hand on the side of his face and he was just staring out into space. I sat back in my desk to get more comfortable and he caught my eye. He kept motioning everywhere, and I was shrugging like crazy, what in the hell was he talking about?
"Pick a partner, and choose wisely, don't work with someone who will drag you down." Mr. Falcin said.
Bill immediately shot up from his desk and calmly walked over to me. He grabbed a stray desk and pulled it over. What was all that motioning about?
"Oh, I hate your shirt." He said simply. My face fell, Cinema was one of my favorite bands. "Well, not like that…" He apologized. "It's just that they were our biggest competitors in Germany until they broke up, I was so tired of being compared to them." He rolled his eyes dramatically.
My favorite band :P Don't diss on them.
"Touchy!" Bill laughed. "Anyways, did you catch on to anything that was said in class, because if you didn't notice, I was kind of out of it…"
A girl came up to us and interrupted us. She was dressed like a cheerleader type; tiny body, blonde hair, brown eyes. She looked like a slut. "Want to partner up Bill?" She asked him, lust dripping off her voice. God it was so nasally.
"Sorry, partnering with Abby." Bill didn't even seem like he noticed that she, well, wanted him!
She gave me a once over. "Nice hair." She tossed her fake hair over her shoulders and bounded her fake self away.
She seems… nice?
Bill laughed, and she threw us a nasty glance. "Heather? Please, she is so… ugh! I just hate her." He whispered my way.
Hate? Harsh :P Just kidding, she that bad?
"Oh god, she's every guy's dream, but her and Tom went through a lot of shit, and I just don't ever want to be dragged into her games." I cracked a smile at him. "What?" His eyes lit up.
You said SHIT!
This had him rolling.
And that class was fun, besides the Heather incident. Poetry class was next and I was actually looking forward to it. I needed a good dose of Shilo, I haven't seen her all day! And I also needed some food, I was starving. Next class was going to be insane, I already felt sorry for our teacher. She had the gang, they must be a handful.
Here goes nothing. I walked hand in hand with Bill to my last class period of my not so horrible day. I smiled contently.
:3
Was it good? And don't worry 5th period WILL be in the next chappy.
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- 'Cause something changed, you were actin so strange and it's takin its toll on me, It's safe to say that I'm ready to let you leave. : ]
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