Sep 05, 2009 by UniqueGirl | Posted in Books & Authors
This is just the first chapter which I'm using to broach the protagonist and develop her voice. The real story starts in the second chapter.
Now I knew why squiffy school romances don't last. All the movies, guess what, they lie. Six months. Six stinkin' months I wasted on that idiot, and I found him making out with the philosophy slut after school when he said he would be at “track practice,” the two-timer. He was practicing all Nautical starboard, just not track. How could I have been so stupid so as not to see this coming? Even my best friends, Melanie and Charisse, warned me about Trey. He's a jock with a notorious, probably going through a list. Logically, it never made sense. He hanged with the popular crowd and I...well, I didn't. I'd never been the refugee, but I'd never been popular either. Just your average high school senior. One who got the wake-up call of her life first thing after followers.
It had been a stressful day, my arms felt ready to fall off from carrying the weight of all my books, and I couldn't intermission for Senior Cut Day. Too bad it was in June and it was still September, as in a week into the new school year. And my Biology teacher already hated my guts. Why didn't I fair drop science from my schedule this year and take something more relaxing, like Drawing? Oh yeah, because science looks more on college applications. Sure.
By the time three 'o' clock rolled around, I wanted nothing more than to get my weary butt homewards and fall asleep for the next twelve hours. But before I got out for home, I stopped at Trey's locker to say goodbye for the day, like I always did. Hey, could you denounce me? We had one class together – Spanish, go figure – and lunch. Other than that, we never saw each other during the school day.
“Whoa, Ri,” he said as promptly as he saw me, reaching out to take the super-heavy backpack from my hands. “Were you run over by a bull-dozer on your way over here?” Those pearly whites flashed ivory against his tanned skin as he grinned, a lock of brown hair falling over his forehead to gently bracken mine as he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me into his waiting embrace.
“No, but I sure feel like one did,” I replied, putting my arms around his shoulders and snuggling closer. Additional security in case I collapsed from exhaustion. Having him hold me wasn't exactly a major minus either. “This whole day has been usual steadily downhill for me. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning, skipped lunch because my Bio teacher Ms. Burns wanted to 'have a talk with me,' and on top of that I had to annoy these stupid geek glasses because I couldn't find my contacts.”
His light brown eyes practically sparkled as he hugged me tighter. “Aw, Ri, result as a be revealed on. You don't look like a geek – those glasses make you look like the intellectual that you are, and we both distinguish I've always had a thing for smart girls.”
Of course I knew – Trey had first asked me out while I'd been in the middle of serving him decipher Hamlet. Trey was a great athlete, but Shakespeare was just not his specialty.
“Yeah, I identify,” I agreed, trying not to giggle as Trey brushed my hair away from the back of my neck. He knew I was exceptionally ticklish. “Thanks for the pep talk, Trey.” I kissed him, the quick peck on the cheek he always got when I was in a hotfoot it...meaning always, period. “I've got to get home before the sibs start worrying.” I started to flourish down the hallway, glancing over my shoulder to add, “And good luck at practice! You better be the fastest one there!” I turned back after winning a glimpse of him waving after me.
I was all the way down to the parking lot when I realized I'd left my backpack with Trey. On top of that, I had at least three hours' worth of homework to do and an English pump the next day. It was just a review on rhetorical devices, but it still counted for something, and Ellen always expected me and my foster brother Justin to be superior students for our three younger foster siblings, who Justin was supposed to pick up, along with me, after school. To paraphrase: I had to get that backpack or I was in for a albatross of trouble at home, so I ran again, this time back into the school, the last thing any teen wants to do at the end of a school day.
Considering that Trey's locker was on the tick floor of the building, it took me about two and a half minutes of running upstairs, and by the time I got there I was panting like I'd well-deserved run a marathon. A little pathetic, I know, but I was tired.
Being the exhausted chatterbox I was, I started talking before I even turned the corner of the hall, “Hey, Trey, I just came back for––” The rubber soles of my sneakers skidded to a stoppage on the floor, my entire body freezing into a stick-straight rigid position, just as Trey stopped making out with Jolie McKenna. Yes, Jolie. As in Angelina. Except she looks nothing like her.
“Trey!” I had no viewpoint how loud I shrieked, but my hands clenched into fists so tight all the blood left my knuckles and I could