April 23rd 2015
Dear Journal,
Okay, now I just sound like a girl. Let me start over.
Dear idiotic leather binded book that my stupid counselor gave me to write down all my pathetic emotions in,
So there's this girl.
Yes, I know, I'm writing about a girl. La chica, a chick, the female species.
Right now, she's sitting right behind me while our annoying english teacher complains about our crappy writing skills. I'm writing in you because, like every other day I spend in this shit hole, I wasn't paying attention to a word that was shooting out of his over enthusiastic smile. (Yeah, he's smiling while freaking out about our terrible papers.) Way to show your disappointment Mr. H! But really, who cares about MLA format and how to write a stupid thesis statement? It's not like I'm ever going to use it.
Anyway, there's this girl. She has long blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. If you were to straighten her loose curls, every strand would reach her ass, which, by the way, is adorable. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans along with a red Aeropostale shirt. A simple outfit showing her innocence by not exposing every pice of skin on her. A modest look. The only things that shows there is more fire burning inside of her than you may see, are her eyes. A striking sea blue that has a way of painlessly ripping through your skin so she can see the inside of your soul. Every thought you have is laid out on an imaginary sheet of old yellow stained paper, pinned up on the wall of your very being for her to read. Like Martian Luther's 95 Theses. Pinned on you for all to see, but only some to interpret and take careful notice and examination.
Great. I just described my self as a door of an old castle church.
Overall, she was beautiful. Not sexy, not 'smokin'', not hot. Just plain beautiful. Her perfect cheek bones and her small button nose are my favorite features about her besides her eyes. And her voice always reminds me of the ocean. Soft and quiet on a calm day, but once something causes even the tiniest ripple, the sounds coming from her voice box roar with life. But I like that about her. It shows she's not all quiet and closed in.
Your probably wondering why I am basically throwing away my man card by writing in this stupid book, and about a girl none the less. It's because from the first day I laid eyes on her, I knew she was going to come at me like a monsoon. Just going south east with the wind until she gets picked up and slammed against me. The short blonde that was stronger than I knew, broke me. Like a mustang. I was fresh from the wonderful state of Maine, captured by her good looks and personality, and tamed like no other.
It was because of her that I found a new reason to live.
Hate always,
Zachary Goode.
Ps. Next time I open this thing, please tell me to burn you.
PPs. Nah, I just wanted to write 'PP'.
November 9th 2014
No.
That's the first word that flew into my mind as I pulled up to Roseville High on Tuesday. No way I'm going in that pile of rubble.
You've got to be frikin' kidding me. My brain groaned while my eyes translated a small building made out of cement blocks to my brain. Sure, it looked like your average school, only cut in half, and un-weeded gardens, and a few chipped blocks on the wall with vines growing along the. And it was empty. Like I was in the middle of the desert; deserted and alone.
Does no one hang out out side before it actually starts, or is there really no one in this tiny town?
Reluctantly, I pulled in the small parking lot and got out, slamming my Porsche door. You know, because slamming the door of a car can be a person's own therapy.
"Awe, this is such a cute little place!" My step sister, Liz, squealed like the teenage girl she is. I rolled my eyes at her, praying she wasn't going to be like this with every thing she sees.
"Just adorable." I uttered sarcastically under my breath. We walked up to the pauper like castle and I opened the door, ready to endure the torture fate was soon going to give me. DGJBCTHH
The inside of the school was something that looked like it was torn out of a magazine and slapped here. Large glass cases lined were set back to back with random walls, show casing trophies, awards, pictures old principles and students who overachieve in spots and academics. The floor was colored black in a shiny fake marble type of tile. The hallway walls were a forest green from the bottom until half way to the top and the rest was white.
Why couldn't the outside look like this?
Liz and I made our way to the main office which was further down the hall than it should be. I figured out why. It was so parents and people coming in for meetings and interviews can pass by the most extravagant awards and pictures with the smart students. This school likes to boast. And I hated that.
We finally made it to the main office. The floor was green with specks of black laid out in it, carpet this time so the room could look more comforting. A long tall counter was set up on the right side with two vase like bowls holding water and an angle fish.
I cleared my throat at the old lady sitting at the front counter. I almost laughed at her. She was practically prancing around the whole stereotypical old lady look and personality. With the thick glasses pointed at the top corners and a beaded string hanging off the ends of the legs on both sides. Then you had the angry scowl and evil eyes deepening her wrinkles along with the tightly pulled back hair fashioned into a bun with chopstick things placed in it forming an X.
"Yes?" She asked in a nasally voice. I almost took a book of the book shelf so I could hit my self on the head to put me out of my misery.
"We're new. Zachary and Elizabeth Goode. We need out schedules." I explained, not wanting her to say anything else with that horrid voice that made donkeys sound peaceful.
"Ah yes, Elizabeth and Zachary. Margaret, can you grab the Goode's schedule for me dear!" She yelled. I saw Liz flinch, and I think my ear drums gave up and shut down to save their selves from further torture.
"Sure thing." Another, less cranky and sour voiced, lady said. She walked out from another room and handed stereotype lady two sheets of paper. "You must be Zachary and Elizabeth. My name is Margaret." She held out her hand with a kind, in animal like smile. Liz and I shook it before she continued. "Your schedules are all set, except for yours young man." she looked at me.
"What?" I asked, confused an irritated that they hadn't even finished my schedule when they knew, a month ahead, that I was going to be here.
"We accidentally gave you art, so today you will be there first period. In order to fix that, we have to change your schedule. Tomorrow you will have English first period. It's the honors class for juniors so you'll be with a couple of them." I nodded, not really caring about juniors.
"Cool." My voice was bored and clearly irritated. Not because if the mess up in my schedule, but because in here in the first place.
Liz and I grabbed the paper and I made my way out of the office while Liz politely thanked Margaret.
Typical Liz.
"Zach, I don't see why you have to be so rude." She scolded. I clenched my jaw and took longer strides knowing it would be hard for her short legs to keep up.
"And I don't know why you have to but your head in my business." The sound of students talking bounced off the walls and into this deserted hallway.
Finally, there are people!
"But Zach, you had no right-" I turned to her with a glare. She stopped in her tracks, looking up at me with a disappointed look. That just made me angrier.
"And you have no right to boss me around like your my mother. And don't look at me like that. If your so upset with me, then go away. I didn't ask for any of this and neither did you. Quite your acting and leave me alone." I spat in a low voice. Liz flinched and shrank back reminding me of a scarred turtle trying to get in it's shell. Shaking my head, I walked away.
I looked at the mess before me. Students were running around like crazy, talking and gossiping, throwing footballs and knocking people over either on purpose or accident.
"You must be the new kids." I turned my head coming face to face with a bleach blonde that had two inches of makeup caked on her face and boobs so fake, it made Nicki Manaj's butt look natural.
"What, did the surprised faces give it away? Or was it the fact that were just standing here wondering what the fuck is going on?" I asked. Usually, I wouldn't be as blunt and rude to a girl, except for the fact that 'slut' was practically written on her forehead. She giggled, reminding me of a crow that just woke up.
"No silly. I would have remembered your face, and since ice never seen it before, I know your new." She walked up to me, arching her back a little more so I could get a better view of her boobs.
I almost threw up. If only I had. It would have made her look a million times better.
"Hi, I'm Liz." Liz smiled at the blonde. "This is my step-brother Zach." My mind told me to tell Liz that the chick doesn't care about her or any introductions. But I didn't. Is stead, I backed away and grabbed Liz's hand.
"Come on, let's go." I grumbled, not wanting to stay in Barbie's presence any longer.
"See you around Zachy." She purred.
No you won't.
"Goodbye. Good luck. See you at the end of the day." With that, I dropped Liz's hand and looked around for my locker, avoiding the prying eyes of the nosey students.
The, 'who's that?' and 'ooh, he's hot!' were getting old already. I could feel the creepy stares of girls as I walked down the hallway looking for locker 283.
"Finally." I muttered when I found the faded numbers on the top of an old green locker. Looking at the combination printed on my schedule, I worked the lock and pulled the lever. It wouldn't open. So, I did the normal thing and tried it again. The stupid hunk of scrap metal wouldn't budge.
"Pice of junk." I wiggled it again. Apparently the school ha enough money for nice floors and walls and even fish, but they don't have enough in their budget to make the outside look even remotely presentable or fix the lockers.
What a nice first impression.
"You have to kick it." An amused voice spoke from behind me. I turned around, glaring at who ever spoke to me.
It was a dude. A ladies man it looks like. Good looks, brown eyes and hair, the kind of thing girls fall for. ...If they want a boring sweet guy that eats his momma's pies no matter how much they taste like crap.
"Dude, did you hear me?" he asked in a voice that I already hated. "Kick the locker and it'll open." I shrugged my shoulders, and with nothing to lose, I kicked it. Hard. Maybe a little too hard.
What can I say? I was already in a pissy mood and the damn thing made it worse. The locker, not the kid that was still behind me. But he was about to cross the line as well.
"I'm Josh. Football quarter back and head captain." Because I cared about his rank in football. "So where ya from?" I shoved my crap in the locker and slammed it shut.
"Jupiter. Now leave." He stepped back, letting me walk to my next class.
"Look man, I was trying to be civil but I guess that won't work." He was walking next to me now. If he gets any closer, I'm punching his mouth. "Cammie Morgan, if you see or hear about her, ignore it and don't look at her. She's my girl and I don't want to deal with any crap this year. Got it?" I almost laughed.
It was like we were lions talking about who can have who and who's off limits. I wasn't into dating at the moment, but because I wanted to get on his nerves, I guess that's gonna change.
"Cammie Morgan huh?" He nodded. "Hm, she sounds hot. Thanks for telling me about her." I patted his back before turning a corner, not knowing where I was going, but knowing I was getting away from him because he didn't fallow. Or maybe he was just a coward because he knew I would beat him for what he shouted next.
"If you so much as look at her you'll wish you had never even move here!"
Don't worry freak. I already regret agreeing to this stupid move.
I kept walking, holding up a hand and giving him a half wave as if saying 'shut up. I don't care'. Which, I was, just not out loud.
"You must be Zachary." The art teacher informed. I nodded, trying hard to ignore how hot she was. If we weren't at school, I would have mistaken her for a college student.
"Yup." She smiled.
"My name is Mrs. Tory. I've already been informed about the schedule mistake so just sit back for then next forty minutes and you'll be out of here." I smirked at her.
"Cool." Walking to a random seat, I looked around the few students who got here early. They were all art geeks. Some had over fifty drawings stacked on their desks. Others were painting a scene placed at a farm, so realistic it could have been taken by a professional photographer.
The bell rang and the rest of the students fluttered in. I sat back in my seat, ignoring the curious glances and flirtatious looks being shot my way, and took out my phone.
1 New Message
I clicked on it, seeing my best friend back home texted me an hour ago.
Nick the Prick: Hey man. How's the sucky town? Any hot girls?
I rolled my eyes. Nick went through girls as much as I went through food. He always had some bimbo hanging off his arm, thinking they would be the one to break his habits and they would ride off into the sunset. That was just a broken dream for everyone of them.
Zach: Nah, none I've seen so far. The town is small as crap and the school sucks. A freak already warned me to stay away from his girl that most likely isn't even his.
I sent it then logged into twitter.
For the next fourty minutes, I cyber-fought with creeps who thought I was hitting on their sisters or my ex's boyfriends who kept threatening me to stay away from their girls. I was ready to drive back up to Maine just to strangle them.
The bell finally rang. I shot out of my chair and sped-walked to the door, ready to leave the awkward silence that had been slowly torturing me for the past forty minutes.
The hallway was surprisingly crowded with all the other grades flittering the halls. I turned a corner, looking for some guy named Mr. Solomon who was teaching History- when someone slammed right into me, knocking us both down.
"Ow." The person groaned. I looked down at the girl, hoping I didn't break her.
My heart stopped beating, my min stopped thinking, and my body stopped functioning for a pure- yet very important- second.
I just stared.
The girl before me, igniting my every sense, had her eyes closed with a slight look of pain. I didn't move off of her, or apologize. My mind was in a fog.
It sucked.
Of course there would be a cute girl here. Every school has at least one. I was just lucky enough to have bumped into her, allowing my feelings to surface up enough that they almost showed.
But what am I supposed to do when I'm lying on top of a girl like this? With her shockingly stunning cheekbones and puffy pink lips that- for some odd reason- reminded me of cotton candy. So sweet and delightful, just begging my lips to touch them. And her soft blonde hair fanned out on the floor exposing her adorably tiny ears.
I think I'm slowly going insane.
"Um, can you get off me? I'm sure we both have better places to be." Her voice was light and bouncy, irritated with a hint of anger. No, I'm not going to say how beautiful it was. Or how I wanted her to keep talking just so I could here it again.
"Nah, I kinda like it here." I said with a smirk. Her eyelids shot open, hitting me with a striking bluish-gray color. They reminded me of the ocean on a stormy night.
"Uh, listen dude. I have to get to class, and I can't do that when you're laying on top of me." She looked around the hallway at on passing bystanders. They were looking at us, confused with the occasional jealous look in their eyes. She looked back at me and glared. "And you're causing a scene." I smirked. Her eyes flashed with irritation.
"And what if I don't get off of you?" I asked in a husky voice. I wanted to see what affect I could get out of her, what a got was more anger.
Not what I expected.
"Then I'm gonna punch the daylight right out of you." A very low, very angry voice growled from behind me. I turned to look at him, still lying on top of the girl.
"Is she your girlfriend?" I asked, already knowing the answer. These two looked so much alike, even a hobo would know they're related.
"No, now get off of her before I come over there and rip you off her myself." I rolled my eyes.
"Have fun with that man, but if you're not dating her, then you have no right to do that." The girls voice rang in, deciding to end whatever verbal brawl was about to start.
"He's my brother." She grumbled. I nodded in fake understanding.
"Oh, I see." I got up, grabbing her hand and bring her up as well. She tried to release her hand from my grasp, but I refused to let go. I don't know why, bur I kept her hand tight in mine.
"Sorry about that sweetheart." She looked at me, shocked and annoyed.
"What did you just call me?" I ignored her, bringing her closer to my side to get her brother riled up.
It worked.
"That's it." The girl's brother grabbed me and slammed me up against a wall of lockers. My shirt was balled into his fists with his jaw clenched right.
"Don't ever touch my sister again. Got it?" I smirked, looking at the pretty blonde.
"Don't you think that's for her to decide?" I winked at her, watching her face redden.
"No, that's for me to decide. Next time I see you so much as glance her way, I will beat you so hard that no one will be able to recognize you." I rolled my eyes, holding bad a scoff.
"Sure, whatever dude." He gave me one last look before slowly letting me go. A number of students stayed, wondering if we were going to fight, or if it was over.
"Later Sweetheart." I kissed her hand, lingering a few seconds to annoy her brother, before walking away.
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A/N: Hi fellow fanfictioners! So, I got a review that said she would be fine with te while story being in Cam's POV when I had half of this already done so, sorry pass shoot score!
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