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Chapter 3: what's normal anyway?
Dawnette's POV
The tiny, circular clock on the wall next to Uncle C's macaroni-shell House of The Year award said it was 5:55 a.m.
Forks High School didn't start til' 9:00 a.m.
And here I was staring at myself in the mirror, dark brown eyes looking through the reflective glass as if I could see through myself, look into a parallel world and jump through if it meant getting out of starting over at a new school.
"Uh, Dawnie?" That was the fifth knock from Uncle Charlie in the last ten minutes. "You okay in there? You've been in the bathroom ever since we got home... and I do have to get ready for a day on the force... need to brush my teeth... comb my hair... you know―"
"Sorry, Uncle C," I breathe out a heavy sigh and wipe the somberness from my face. "I... it's girl issues―this tampon doesn't want to work right." I say the only thing I can think of awkward enough to stump that man and make him leave me alone for another couple of minutes; which I so desperately needed at the moment.
I know, I know... Dawnette Nailah Long is fierce―strong, confident, independent and a bad bitch is what I told to Jacob. It was true, yes. But you know, I think it's customary that everybody has those days and nights when they just are not feeling themselves. Like, their soul is just in chaos and they feel like the shit will continue to hit the fan and the universe is not aligned and they just feel... not normal. Or should I say... scared.
What was there to be scared of?
Nothing in particular. I could give a FLYING fuck if those people at that school the didn't like me. (who knew a fuck could fly? I know ducks can for at least five minutes, but a fuck? I wouldn't have guessed it.)
Okay... that was a major bluff―sort of.
I didn't care if I had haters or people didn't like me. God didn't create me so I could stress over the opinions of the people of our society and the haters... well they were made to smooth out my rough edges. But one of the main reasons I got away from Cordele, Georgia was to leave the drama, racism and pure fuckery from those wannabes and jigaboos, so my point of feeling like this was... what if I encountered the same thing here? It was a fear that started nagging me the moment I got on that plane to come to Forks, Washington.
"Uh..." Charlie mumbled, his gruff tone muffled through the door. Damn, I thought he'd at least give a girl some space after hearing that... guess he's encountered more awkward things. "I'm―uh, I... sorry to hear that Dawnie―but you haven't gotten a wink of sleep other than the fifteen minutes in the cruiser... you'll need some rest if you want to be up and functioning well for your first day."
I look at myself in the mirror again.
Brown-skinned face was flushed and looking oily. Major bags and dark-circles under my eyes. Headscarf covering my wrapped, short curls. Lips slightly chapped... yeah, I looked like shit. Sleep was what I needed.
"It's not my fault I have a heavy flow, Uncle Charlie..." I whine, regardless of the fact that he was absolutely right about me needing rest and not getting a wink of sleep.
As soon as we got back home, I raced up to the bathroom and locked myself in here. So as you guessed it, I had been locked in here for a good four hours, dozing in and out of consciousness, while worrying to myself about my first day―which was destined for disaster at this rate.
The knob on the door jiggled and it slowly cracked open―let me go die in a corner for forgetting to lock the mother-fucking door―and he peeped an eye through, opening the door wide when he didn't catch me in an disoriented position of struggling with a tampon (which I didn't wear, I was a P. A. D girl) and I have to say, I was glad for that and Uncle C looked relieved, too.
"Heavy flow?" He raised an eyebrow, letting himself in.
With a exaggerated sigh, I knock my head back, groaning, "Okay, you got me, unc'. I'm not even on my monthly-time and I sure as well wouldn't tell you―I may be outspoken at times but that is nothing to share and way too personal―but, I guess you could say little Dawnie has first day jitters..." I trailed off, taking up the habit that I didn't have and hoped I never developed of biting my bottom lip and chewing on it; no offense to my cousin Bella. I guess you could say it was cute on her.
"I thought that might be the case." Uncle C mumbled, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You mumble in your sleep, you know."
"I do?!" I gasped... imagine all the shit I said in those short fifteen minutes―my soul was officially decaying.
"You may just actually be blood-related to me and Bells, Dawnie. Because that's a trait the two of us, including my brother and you have in common―but regarding being the new girl... I know you're nervous―"
"Nervous?!" I exclaim, grabbing ahold of his hand and placing it over my chest where my accelerating heart would lay, "Feel my chest, unc'. A sista' know she about to die of a heart attack!" I guess it was another trait me and Bella and Uncle C and daddy-o Walden got in common―getting worked up over nothing. I was about to start pacing around in the tiny bathroom just like Bella had did earlier on when she started panicking about her Eddie, but Uncle Charlie's hand held my skinny body in place by having a firm hand on my shoulder.
"Dawnette, calm down, please." He coaxed, sighing quickly. "I was no Danny Zuko* or Edward Scissorhands* or Kenan* or Kel*―"
By now the man was just going on naming popular movie or television characters from the 90's... "Uncle C, you're rambling on..." I murmur, watching as the flustered man blushed lightly before clearing his throat once.
"The point is... I was none of the cool people, Dawn, so I couldn't tell ya' that your first day would go off without a hitch―but I will say... it will be something. Forks may be a small town full of soft, ol' people... but we're friendly and I guarantee they're drama-free and no racism like Bunchies told me you went through back in Georgia."
I let out a huff of air. Blinking twice before shrugging. "Danny Zuko?"
My uncle laughs, "They weren't the cool kids in my day but I figure why not use the people you young folks think is cool, you know?"
I shake my head, disagreeing with that list: Danny Zuko was a eh. I'd love Edward Scissorhands even if those scissors he had for hands would cut my ass up if he tried to grab it and as Kenan and Kel... just because they were my complexion and prominent comedy stars from the 90's didn't mean I thought they were cool―okay, those two were funny as hell, I loved their sketch show but still. He should have listed people like John Bender from The Breakfast Club or Ducky from Pretty In Pink... maybe Tyra Banks or somebody like Tommy Davidson. He could have did better, but I wasn't going to hold him accountable for that; uncle Charlie made me feel so much more better about this first day.
"... thanks, Uncle Charlie." I say, pulling him into a warm hug. My uncle hugs me back, for once not as awkward as he is and gives a nod.
"No problem, Dawnie." A soft smile plasters on his fair-skinned face. "Now you should at least get a quick two-hour-nap in or something... or you could just wait til' tomorrow to start, that is if you feel like you want more time adjust and prepare yourself."
Sighing, I shake my head. As much as I wanted to snatch the bag of candy and run, I couldn't and I wasn't. Even though nobody was expecting me, I still felt like I was obligated to go for my first day, today.
"The bags under my eyes are gucci, Uncle C. I'll hang in there―and if I take those two-hour, I definitely will go into hibernation mode. It's fine. I'll actually go make breakfast. How does that sound?"
"Good, Dawn. It sounds wonderful." He chimed.
I flashed unc' a thumbs up and kissed his cheeks, leaving him to get himself ready for the day and to make breakfast... and coffee―lots of coffee.
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Four cups of coffee, three creams and six sugars each, sure as hell did do the trick for me. After Uncle C' and I enjoyed a good breakfast of fried eggs added with a dash of black-pepper, cheese grits and plain-bagels―made by yours truly―he left for another day on the force, but not before helping to clean the dishes with me. That then left me with nothing to do but get ready for my first day of school.
And even though it was only going on 7:00 a.m, I needed all the time i can get―it takes me time to reach the level of content when it comes to dressing up to go out.
And one thing Bunchies Swan taught me, was to never settle the way she did; I'd get told stories of her back when she was my age. Instances where she was so keen on being cute, that she'd wear skirts during the winter time and matching sweaters. Froze her ass off and didn't even get the number of the guy she was looking cute for.
But in my case... I'd stay warm and look cute regardless.
It was cold out, there was no snow, but the weather was in the mid fifties, pushing to the mid sixties. Uncle C said it would warm up later on today, but I was taking no chances. I did only have clothes for summer, so I decided to make the best of it until I went shopping for warmer pieces.
Light blue, high waisted and baggy jeans with a ripped design. Throw on some tights underneath that matched your pastel colored crop top, thick wool socks and a pair of pastel-colored creepers. Add a créme colored, knee-length cardigan made of thick wool, just like the socks and you would be looking cute as hell and still be warm for this weather. The color scheme was on point, being pastels and light, playful colors and the outfit was like... perfect.
I took a ten minute, hot shower just to get my bones jumping―afterwards, washing my face with a face-cream, and brushing the wrapped-curls so that they were loose. Fanning them out with my fingers and plugging in my hot-curlers just to give them an extra bounce, I finished up by applying a little bit of mascara to my eyelashes and a dab of light brown lip gloss.
Still had dark circles under my eyes, but as I said before: the bags under my eyes are gucci.
The clock said it was 7:45 a.m by the time I was ready, so I took the time to have another cup of coffee and then send a quick email to my momma' just to see how she was.
Knowing her, she probably wouldn't check her email until a week later or something, but it didn't matter. I wanted her to think that I had things together―which I sort of did.
So as I packed a big purse of essentials―chewing gum, money for lunch, transcript papers folded twice, two notebooks, a couple of pens, my circle-framed shades and another issue of Ebony magazine just in case there was nothing to do in class, which I doubted―Bella was up by then and it was about 8:00 a.m.
She was ready before I could even let out a sigh and we were on our way to school.
Dragsville, man.
"The front office is right there, Dawn." Bella said, pointing a finger at a tiny module labeled Front Office.
Forks High School was a collection of matching buildings, built with maroon-colored bricks and was surrounded by trees and shrubs; boring. But what was I expecting, anyways? It's a small town. Small towns called for basic schools. And basic school usually called for basic people, but I hope it wasn't the case here.
I let out a heavy sigh, about to kick open the door to my cousin's monster but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.
I turned around to meet Bella's chocolate brown, wary eyes. "Do you want me to go in with you? I-I could show you around, Dawn. We're cousins so we should stick together, you know?"
Here I was again, biting my bottom lip like it was a habit. I would lie and say I wasn't nervous, but I was and my palms felt sweaty and I clutched the leather straps to my purse even tighter in my hand than before. But again, what was there to be nervous about? This was an ordinary school with ordinary people and I'd have an ordinary life with no drama, racism or jigaboos and definitely no wannabes.
"B, it's okay." I plaster a small smile on my face. "Malcolm X-ie, remember?"
Bella's slim shoulders straightened from her usual stiffened stance and she cracked a small smile. "How could I forget?" She playfully rolled her eyes. "So, you're sure you'll be fine?"
I nod once and give the brunette a 'thumbs up'. "I got this, B. There's nothing to worry and you already know that I'm gonna' stay out of trouble."
Cousin Bella scoffed and opened the door to her truck, slinging her bookbag on her back. "I really want to believe that, Dawn."
I wave her off. "Girl, I'll be fine." - "Now why don't you let me go check myself in and you go to your little boo-thang, Eddie."
"Edward." Bella corrected, with another playful roll of her eyes. The brunette locked the doors of her rusted-orange truck and waved to me. "If you need anything... text me, okay?"
Another 'thumbs up' was given to cuzzo'. Because seriously, there was no need to worry.
Sure, I did think about skipping the first day. Sure, I was a nervous wreck this morning. Sure, the coffee might've worn off sooner than I expected and I was getting seriously droopy. And sure, I am a bit anxious now about the classes I'll take and the people I'll meet...
But as I've said: the bags under my eyes are indeed, gucci.
I did look cute even if the weather was cold.
Insomnia was my best friend.
And I just had a feeling that something was going to change with me after today. Couldn't explain it, but I felt it. Besides feeling the nervousness.
I watched as Bella walked off through the nearly empty parking lot, to some double doors leading into some building. That left little ol' me to getting myself checked in.
Which was a piece of cake.
The lady at the front desk was nice. Smiled a lot and was definitely in a good mood with that turquoise, Hawaiian-themed shirt on and her bright red cheeks.
Some lady who worked as a secretary for the little school of Forks High was feeling herself today... ooh.
Let me stop.
Ms. Cope was her name and she was nice enough to highlight easy ways to get to my first class―which had started over twenty minutes ago.
But back at my old school in Cordele, the wannabe secretary only filed her nails and talked on the telephone, gossiping to her friend or whoever and chewing on a piece of gum. And the jigaboo principal―dean they called it here―had a soft spot for her, so of course... her ass was never fired or reprimanded.
Boy, was I glad that it was different here.
The first class was AP Literature―snore. Don't get me wrong, reading is cool (read a book, read a book, read a motherfuckin' book*) but I had already did the course at my old school. I guess the system was different here which would be a drag.
As I entered the classroom, taking the time to hang up my wool cardigan on the coat rack―extra brownie points to the school for having a miscellaneous thing like that―because it was really toasty inside, any and every different colored, pairs of eyes stared right at me; murmurs and hushed whispers beginning to rush throughout the classroom of maybe twenty, give or take a student or two.
I looked behind myself and to the sides and even under this dude's desk because I had no idea what the hell was to be murmured about or stared at for. Probably never seen melanin before... with all the fair-skinned, slightly pale, slightly tanned and... oddly white as the moon skin tones decorating the shabby classroom, you'd assume they've never seen a color like my complexion.
"Ah, hello, Miss―" the teacher, a tall balding, scrawny little guy gestured a hand to me.
I mean I've been greeted better than that before but... "Dawnette Long's the name―but you can call me Dawn."
Mr. Bates, the nameplate on his cherry-wood desk read, nodded once. "Yes, yes. You must be the new student to transfer from, uh―"
Another damn hand gesture. Geez, he was horrible at making a new gal feel welcomed. He could've did his research. "Cordele. You know, another small town just like this one here. In Georgia."
My snarky comment earned a slight glare from my new teacher that I decided I wasn't going to like at all this year. "And if you're going to gesture to me to introduce myself before I sit down, let me go on ahead and do it―as I've just said," I turn to face the crowd of students. They all did look basic. But who was I to judge? "the name's Dawnettebut call me Dawn if you like. Not D, not DD and definitely not a derogatory nickname you consider to be endearing. Just Dawn. I moved here just yesterday to get away from some things back at home and are joining my cousin here at Forks. My likes? A lot of shi―stuff. Dislikes? Even more. But mostly racism." I sniff, giving a meaningful look to each of the wary students staring right back at me.
When this huge, whiter than the moon, fione* honky with his muscles on muscles, little dimples, dark brown mess of short hair and butterscotch colored eyes snickered, I focused my gaze on him. Did I say fione*? I meant, beautiful. Looked like he walked straight out of a fucking Sports Illustrated magazine. When I looked at him, his amused smirk only widened into one of the most cocky smiles I've ever been graced with―even beat Paul's.
The look in his eyes spelled out challenge.
Challenge for what? Who fucking knows. But before I could go on, Mr. Bates held up a hand and walked from behind his desk, to the front of the classroom where I stood with a hand on my hip, and all my weight leaned on one leg.
"I think that's quite enough, Miss. D―" no this man didn't. As if hell could be formed into scowl, that's exactly what he got. His attention turned from my glare and he cleared his throat, motioning to the bulky, bear man. "Mr. Cullen, since you seem to find our new student oh, so amusing, I'd like you to brief her on what we've been going over so far―your seat will be next to Emmett."
He pointed to the Sports Illustrated dude with the cocky smile and I begrudgingly sat down next to him, crossing my arms.
Ten minutes of attending this school and I already discovered that there was slick teachers and my list would begin with Mr. Bates being the first one added.
I watched as the balding teacher took his seat at his desk and picked up a newspaper, burying his face in a page. That left the class to work on whatever they were reading or studying, it looked like Macbeth―and left me with this guy. I turn to face him, his topaz, smoldering eyes looking right back at me.
"So, Dawn," he started his voice extra husky and slightly deep―rolled off into a melody... "your last name... is it because―"
I gave "Emmett" (old ass name) the hand. "No, I didn't get my damn last name because my daddy had a schlong*. Seriously... I heard it one too many times. Got any better icebreakers?" When my lips curved into a smug smirk at the disbelief spreading onto his face, that made him narrow his eyes and then smile broadly, showing off those little dimples.
"Alrighty, Dawn," why did he have to put emphasis on my name? "Turn your fucking book to page-77 in the textbook, it's something to work on." He gave a look to Mr. Bates' before folding his arms behind his head like a headrest.
I gave a nod, pulling out my iPod and put my headphones in my ears before picking up the medium-sized textbook from under the table we shared and flipped to the page.
How's about a friendly bet?
Those words were written in bold, neat handwriting all over the text of reading material on the page.
I raised an eyebrow, giving a side glance to "Emmett". His eyes bore that challenge look and a signature cocky smile plastered on his marbled face.
... better than sitting here doing nothing. It was very clear that Emmett was a slacker and that Mr. Bates had no problem not informing me about the class. The teacher was too busy clipping coupons from his newspaper and aside from the occasional glances from the people in this classroom, everybody was caught up reading from textual information about Macbeth―I was right―or having their own conversations... some regarding talking to me and others about just pure nonsense like homework or whatever.
"You had this all planned out, didn't it?" I whisper, leaning back comfortably in my chair.
Honky and hunk snickered, shrugging those broad shoulders. "Maybe, maybe not, Dawn."
"What's the wager, Emmett." I shot back, definitely feeling up to a bet on the first day. Especially since I just met this guy and could already tell he was cocky as fuck. Just like I had done Paul, I think it was time to bring this bear down a notch.
"That song you're listening to―what's it called?"
I took out a headphone out my ear and my eyebrows furrowed. I had no idea how he could hear the song playing, even though I had my device on a low volume, not even loud enough for the person next to me to hear―maybe he just had good hearing.
"Fuck the pain away by Peaches," I snicker at the look on his face. And don't judge either, it wasn't one of those sappy R&B songs about making love or whatever; it was a hilarious, catchy song about staying in school and the teaches of peaches... the lyrics made no sense once so ever but it was just funny to listen to and catchy to sing.
"Heard it before?"
Emmett shook his head but opened his mouth, singing the lyrics perfectly,
"Sucking on my titties like you wanted me,
Calling me, all the time like Blondie
Check out my chrissy behind
It's fine all of the time,
Like sex on the beaches...
What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huhhh? Whattt?"
I burst out laughing, completely ignoring the fact that this guy just said he had never heard the song before and now was singing one of choruses like he listened to it everyday; it was weird and had me feeling awfully skeptical, but what the hey!―seeing a big hunk like Emmett sing this song was hilarious and such a sight to see.
"Play it out loud and make a scene―a hundred bucks if you're in." He smirked, his topaz-colored eyes gleaming with delight.
"You must be crazy―I'll get in trouble! And a hundred? Triple it." I cross my arms showing that I meant business. And while I did expect him to back down after me, setting my own terms―he didn't.
"You must got money to blow, then."
Buff-Daddy pulled his―oh, shit! Baby busted out that Louis Vuiton―wallet out, opening the small flap to slip out crisp, hundred dollar bills.
I held out my hand but he held up his, "Nah, Dawn. You have to do it, first. And then collect after."
I let out a heavy sigh.
So, what was it going to be?
Give in to the social stigma, play a vulgar song out loud on my first day in a class full of people I didn't know, acting a fool―while making a new friend, might I add: A) he's super hot and not racist B) Buff-Daddy got a sense of humor C) he got money to blow
All so tempting... And momma' said not to give in to temptation.
But... fuck it.
I pulled my headphones out of the iPod-jack, switching seats with Buff-Daddy so that I was near the row of computers set up by the windows. Plugging my device into the computer, making sure Mr. Bates still had his head up his ass, clipping out those coupons, I turned on the speaker―first day here and I already know where everything is, neat―and took a big huff before restarting song.
I settled back in my seat, watching as everyone looked up from their books as the beat started out. Mr. Bates had the most confused look on his face as he slowly ducked his head up when the song became louder and the chorus started.
I immediately got up, dancing. Everyone looking at me like I was crazy.
Headbanging, clapping my hands, fist-pumping, twerking―you name it, my black ass did it. Even made Emmett fall out his seat laughing when I got on the table gyrating my hips and voguing with my hands.
Once the song ended and the beat faded down, I hopped off the table and took my seat.
Silence.
And then applause from this Asian boy. And slowly the rest of the class.
Emmett collected himself off of the floor, wiping his face like he was actually crying―he took his seat back next to me, holding out his hand.
"Give me five, Dawn―that was―"
"Atrocious!" Mr. Bates cut him off, his bushy, gray-colored eyebrows narrowed. "I have no idea what school you may have come from before, but here, none of that, is acceptable!"
Mr. Bates paced to the front of the board, picking up a yard-stick ruler.
"I want you to know, Miss. Dawnette Long―" he pointed at me with the ruler. "At the end of this ruler... is an idiot!"
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It wasn't my goal to get detention on the first day.
And I didn't get it because of me dancing to Fuck The Pain Away.
It was because when Mr. Bates pointed at me with the ruler, and said "At the end of this ruler is an idiot,"
I said, "Which end?"
So here I was, walking in a fucking line like I was in kindergarten to the cafeteria, with other delinquents belonging to this fuck ass high school. Not only did detention suck; it was boring.
I had no one to talk to but myself and with me being the new girl that got detention on her first day―everyone stared at me like I was a fucking hot commodity.
I huffed when I pushed open the double-doors to the large cafeteria, with me being the line leader and all.
As soon as I walked in, of course that chatter rose and eyes were on me.
Momma' said that as a child I loved all attention on me―now? I hated it.
What was even worse was that I couldn't find my cousin Bella anywhere. Just tables of many white faces, a couple blacks such as myself scattered around and one table where I could see Buff-Daddy sitting at in the far corner by the window, closest to the south-doors of the cafeteria.
And just like Buff-Daddy-Emmett was beautiful and stuff, so was his friends. He sat with two blondes. One girl who looked like she was made by Mattel* and a boy.
Not just any boy. Somebody called for dejá-vu*?
Wavy honey-blonde hair, pale skin just like the blonde Barbie-bitch and Buff-Daddy, and dark, deep eyes that I was sure were peering into my soul. I furrowed my eyebrows, he furrowed his eyebrows. I licked my lips, he licked his gorgeous, pink sculpted lips. I scratch my head, he roamed his fingers through his hair. I glared, he glared even harder.
Well, the game of mental Dawnette-Says was over once this girl nudged me to move the line to the food-service area. (Starting to wish I never was the line leader. I could be playing Dawnette Says with a honey-blonde that looked like he wanted to sex me up and then strangle me.)
Okay that thought was farfetched. In my head, Emmett a.k.a Buff-Daddy's honey-blonde friend wanted to sex me up and then strangle me―but in reality, he just looked confused. And pained. And like he just had an epiphany. And as for me? I felt... I felt like I had seen him before. But we all get those feelings sometimes.
I had about enough money for a slice of pizza and a soda, so that's what I got.
It was such a bummer that students in detention had to eat in the classroom and not the cafeteria; otherwise I'd collect my three-hundred from Sport Illustrated Guy and see what's shaking with honey-blonde.
...
It was nearing the end of the day and my journey through the purgatory the people of this small school in this small town called "detention".
But I had to pee.
Some girl named Lauren who had corn-silk, blonde hair, slanted green eyes and a very annoying nasal-tone was taking too long to "use the littler girl's room" as her ass said it.
It had been over twenty minutes and I believe written in red marker on the board clearly said:
Bathroom Breaks Only Ten Minutes.
So, what is with bitches thinking that they had power and deeds?
I huffed for what was the thousandth time before the teacher in charge of detention rolled her eyes and motioned to the door. "There's a bathroom right down the hall, Miss. Long. But if you're not back in ten, then I'll be seeing you again tomorrow."
I nod once, slipping into my wool cardigan and taking the bathroom pass Lauren failed to take when she whined about going and went.
I rushed down the hallway into the "little girl's room" as the bitch said and what do you know? Here she was... sitting on top of the linked granite sinks, chatting with a brunette. Their conversation stopped once I walked in.
Whatever.
Me using the facilities and not having to have detention tomorrow was more important than entertaining their little staring contest.
I opened the stall and tried to use the bathroom―nothing would budge.
Come on pee. I know urine there! I changed in my head, snickering out loud when it worked.
Flushed, washed my hands, rolled eyes at the two girls and was outta' there.
And only took up two minutes of my set time―remind me to complain on why it was okay for corn-silk hair to be gone for over twenty, but me only getting ten―so I had eight minutes to blow or not even care about.
I had no friends yet, so... might as well go back to detention―
"Uh, excuse me, ma'am?" I stop my walk down the hall and turn around to see who that husky voice with a slight southern twang belonged to. My eyes widened when just a few feet away from me stood honey-blonde. Tall, lean and even more handsome in person. Wavy, honey-colored hair settling into curly ringlets, dark, smoldering onyx eyes staring deep into my brown ones as if he was assessing me. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Dawnette, would it?" He spoke, snapping me out of my mental trace of sexing him up with my eyes.
And just how did he seem to know? Like the small town this was, and small school this was, I'm pretty sure news spread fast around here. I place a hand on my hip, letting a shrug play out on my shoulders. "Sadly, it is. You ain't ever hear of no sista' named Dawn before now did you? And why call me ma'am? I'm not some old hooch you met many years ago―I'm a teenager, just like you."
Honey-blonde said nothing as a response but stared―his dark eyes held the ferocity of a prowling lion. And the cease in between his brows spoke and was calling out that he was in pain. Pain from what? I don't know... maybe I was just too cute in these pastel colors and baggy jeans.
"Now... why are you staring?" I questioned. Buddy was staring at me mad hard... And it was kind of getting creepy. "Never seen melanin before?" I say, jokingly. His was so pale―and covered with... scars. Scars spaced most thickly together on his jaw and neck... a tiny one above his left eyebrow and a scratch near his top lip.
He opened his mouth, taking a long stride towards me. "... Nailah?"
No comment. "... that's my middle name... Uh?" I gesture to honey-blonde, as I didn't even know his name.
"Jasper." Old name just like his friend, Emmett. "Jasper Whit―Hale. Jasper Hale." He was at my side in an instant, reaching for my hand. It was cold―cold like ice, but I didn't mind it because as his thumb rubbed absent-mindedly over my knuckles, I felt tingles beginning to form in the lower pit of my stomach. His callous hand fit perfectly holding mine and there was a slight buzz that sent my knees feeling like they wanted to buckle at just the slight touch.
Jasper―the name gets even sexier when I say it―slowly extended my hand close to his twitching lips. I was about to snatch away when his eyes narrowed into slits and he took a deep breath as if he was savoring my scent or something, but the moment he placed his soft, stone lips against my knuckles and lightly kissed my hand, he could have smelled me all he wanted―I felt like dying.
"It's a pleasure to finally―it's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Jasper chirped, his southern tone brimming at the edge of his husky voice.
"W-Well, Jasper Hale―I got detention on my first day here for winning a bet with B-Buff-Daddy named Emmett..." he raised an eyebrow, but I went on, slowly taking my hand out of his, "so I should be getting back t-to class now."
Curse me for stuttering... I just felt even nervous than I was this morning! And why? I have no idea. It was never no problem talking to guys, let alone people at all. But all of a sudden, honey-blonde had to come and mess up my vibe―charming. He was so damn charming.
And then I had to open my big ass mouth again, speaking what was on my mind, "You know, wouldn't want to be struck there another day when I could be oogling your fine ass―I mean sexing you up with my eyes! I mean, fuck!" I slapped my forehead, taking a step back. He clouded my mind. He messed up my demeanor. He made me feel a type of way. Made me feel like I should be frank and genuine―not hold nothing back.
"Excuse my French, Jas-per." I broke his name apart, loving the way how it flowed easily off my tongue. God, this was getting so weird! I opened my eyes just to see the corner of his lips turned upwards into a small smile.
But it soon faded once he closed the distance between us.
"Have we met before?"
That was a question I was asking the moment I saw him sitting next to Buff-Daddy. "Have we?"
Jasper nods. "I believe so, ma'am."
Still on the ma'am bullshit I see.
"Again, with the ma'am..." I take a step back because I couldn't think straight with Jasper Hale, a complete-stranger-that-didn't-feel-like-stranger, so damn close to me. "it's really not necessary―"
I was cut off by the sound of high-heels clicking and clicking against the floor. Jasper and I both turned to see corn-silk bitch walking down the hall back to detention. She sniffed, her nasal tone so damn deafening, "Somebody should be getting back to detention if she doesn't want another day."
"Somebody should nen-nen-nen-nen-nen-ne." I mock her words, rolling my eyes. Looks like she was another person added to my list.
Lauren scoffed and walked into the classroom like she was strutting.
So as I turned back to Jasper, I immediately felt my emotions worked up by that girl (THAT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW AND SHE WAS TRYING TO FRONT ON ME, LIKE GIRL IF YOU DON'T GET YO'―) turn calm.
Jasper looked down at me with eyes I couldn't even describe.
"Uh, it was nice meeting you, Jasper." I wanted to melt at even having a chance to say his name. "But as corn-silk said... I should be getting back." I let out a heavy sigh.
"... me... me, too." He barely could get out, suddenly looking like he wanted to vomit.
... damn I hope my breath didn't stink...
"So, will I see you aga―" honey-blonde ran down the hall before I could even get out my sentence.
... so much for "the pleasure of meeting me".
Ending Chapter Song:
what's normal anyways by: Miguel
*―references
Danny Zuko ― male main character portrayed by John Travolta in the 1978 film, Grease
Edward Scissorhands ― male main character portrayed by Johnny Depp from Tim Burton's film, Edward Scissorhands
Kenan and Kel ― an old show from the 90's on Nickelodeon which starring Kenan Thompson and Kel Michell. this show was about their crazy antics and escaping trouble that they usually caused.
Fione ― black slang way of saying "fine"
Mattel ― toy company that produces many toys, most notable being Barbie.
Read a book, read a book, read a motherfuckin' book― a rap/animation banned from B.E.T; search up on YouTube. You may lose brain-cells or may gain some knowledge :)
Schlong ― (usually offensive) A penis which is a fairly good length. As opposed to a schlort, or a schledium.
Dejá-vu ― French for "already seen", used to describe the strange feeling you get when you're in a situation, and feel like you've been in the exact same situation before, but really haven't.
A/N:
Wow. You got through another one. I'm happy and hopefully you're still liking this story or you like it even more now. This was fairly long and I have to say that most of them may be.
As you can see... Dawn has met Jasper. And she can see his scars... And they seem to know each other... ooh. Theories, anyone?
But wow... I feel like I could have done better with their introduction, but ah, well. There is so much more to come. Next chapter calls for what I really want to get into with Jasper and Dawnette.
It may be confusing to start but it'll all air out once more is explained.
Please leave me a review and let me know what you all are thinking. Opinions and thoughts help :)
I hope this was a good chapter and not too crazy.
Thanks For Reading!
Stay to ones, next chapter is part of why this is rated-M!
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