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Chapter 2
By xFuRiEx

 


Brian

Our wonderful summer vacation was over and it was the start of a new school year. For some unexplainable reason, I was early. Since I still had a while before school actually started, I went behind the boys' bathroom and lit up a cigarette. I was a senior this year and I was sure that things were going to be great. I didn't have a particular liking in school, but neither a dislike. There were only a few minutes left and I stumped out my cigarette. Walking around the corner of the building, I accidentally ran into someone. It was a pretty girl with jet-black hair.

“Shit, sorry!” I apologized.

She looked at me for a couple of seconds then smiled, “That's okay.”

She kept on walking. I walked in the opposite direction towards the front of the school. Someone grabbed me from behind.

“Brian! You ready for another year of, well, school?” Matt asked excitedly.

“Of course!” I laughed as we started wrestling.

Matt shoved me hard and I crashed into a girl. It was the same girl I had crashed into minutes ago. This time, unfortunately, she was carrying books and the second I crashed into her they all went flying.

My eyes grew wide, “Oh, crap, I'm so sorry!”

I looked at Matt accusingly and he stayed a few feet away laughing his ass off. The girl didn't look so friendly this time. She looked pissed to say the least and she glared at me.

“Uhm… sorry,” I apologized again.

She bent down to start picking up her books and I hurriedly helped her.

“Thanks a lot,” she said sarcastically when I handed her, her books.

She turned on her heel and stalked off without another word. Matt came over still laughing.

“Dude, that's not funny,” I insisted. “That was the second time in the last five minutes I crashed into that girl. Only this time she wasn't so cool with it.”

“In that case you better watch it, because the next time you crash into her, she'll probably kill you,” he joked.

“She'll definitely kill me,” I agreed. “Luckily, I'm not afraid of girls.”

“You should be,” Adrienne said falling into step beside us.

Adrienne was Matt's girlfriend. She was fifteen like Johnny. She had blonde hair with blue highlights, blue eyes and a nose piercing. She had quite a chirpy personality and fit in well with the gang.

“Hey, babe,” Matt smiled, giving her a kiss.

“Why should I be afraid of girls? What can they possibly do to me?” I asked her.

She laughed heartily, “Oh, Brian, you'd be surprised of what exactly girls are capable of.”

“And what's that?”

“I'm sure you'll find out one day. Just be patient. One day you're going to push your luck too far,” she prophesied.

I just smirked at her, “Yeah, right.”

“Hey, a wise person once said, `The weaker sex is sometimes the stronger sex, because the stronger sex has a weakness for the weaker sex,' or something like that,” she said smiling.

The bell rang and we started towards our separate classes.

Anastacia

I sat in the last class for the day. It had been an extremely long first day. I almost literally counted down the minutes. There was no specific reason why I wanted school to be over other than school being over. We were melting in the classroom, because it felt like there was only a thin rusted wire between us and hell. The teacher hurriedly walked into the class and started handing out papers.

“You only have ten minutes to finish answering the test. It won't count for anything except your IQ, since this is the first year I'll be working with you and I want to see what I have to deal with,” she rambled walking back to the front of the class.

A loud murmur of complaints broke loose.

“Your ten minutes start now,” the teacher continued, ignoring the remarks.

Oh great. I sucked at Maths. It was just one of those things I never really had a knack for. I wish I did, because I actually liked it, but unfortunately no. I looked down at the page in front of me and the numbers started dancing, not literally of course. It seemed like the ten minutes were already over and I still haven't written anything. I looked up at the clock: five more minutes left. Taking a deep breath, I started to answer the questions one after another.

“Times up,” our teacher announced, starting to take in the papers.

I had finished just in time, though how many wrong answers there were I had no idea. After she had collected all the tests, she walked out the classroom with them. I sat back with a sigh. The dark haired guy in front of me turned around and my heart skipped a beat. It was the guy from the beach the previous day. I immediately got lost in his eyes again.

He smiled, “How'd you write?”

“Okay,” I shrugged. “And you?”

“It was okay,” he agreed. “I didn't get to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Zacky,” he said stretching his hand towards me.

I blinked a couple of times; surprised that he actually remembered me.

“You remember me?” I asked out loud, before I could stop myself.

I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid.

“Of course. I'll never forget your eyes,” he grinned.

I smiled bashfully, “Oh, uhm… I'm Stascha.”

He gently shook my hand, “Nice to meet you, Stascha.”

“You're new here,” I noticed.

“Yep, transferred here from Long Beach High, because, between you and me, Huntington's baseball is a lot better,” he said.

I smiled, “So you like baseball?”

“Hell yeah,” he smiled. “I love it. I may even go pro one day.”

“Wow, that's big,” I stated impressed.

“Wish me luck,” he winked.

“Good luck,” I said, just as the teacher returned and handed back our test results.

She handed me my paper and I did as expected. Zacky peeked at my paper.

“Yeah, I'm not very good at Maths,” I admitted.

“It's not so bad. At least you pass,” he tried consoling me.

“D+, that's barely a pass,” I muttered.

I noticed that Zacky had a B.

“Hey, cheer up. Everyone has to suck at something. Take me for example, I'm absolutely useless when it comes to science.”

I smiled, “No, I can do that.”

“See, maybe you and I should hook up and then we could help each other and cheat off each other's tests,” he joked.

I chuckled, “That might not be such a bad idea. How are you getting around?”

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“I mean how are you fitting in, considering you just transferred here?”

“Oh! No, I'm fine. I have a couple of friends here. I don't know if you know Matt Sanders?” he said.

I thought about it for a second, “I think so. He's a tall, slightly muscled guy; I think he's in my English class.”

He nodded, “Sounds like him.”

“Attention!” the stern voice of the teacher cut across every conversation in the room. “I am Mrs. Canavan. I have to say that some of you are on the right level for this class, but some of you are way below it,” she said, eyebrow cocked in a disapproving way.

Zacky turned around to face the front.

“It'll take some hard work, but I'm sure that you'll all be on the same level by the end of the year and that would only be the highest level for your year, because I'm satisfied with only the best; nothing less. Now take out your books while I put up your homework.”

Zacky quickly turned around to face me again.

“You know I could help you with your homework if you'd like,” he offered.

“That's okay,” I declined.

“Then maybe you could help me with science,” he continued.

I contemplated for a while. In that time, Mrs. Canavan turned around and Zacky had to face the front again. The teacher turned back to giving us homework and I tapped Zacky on the shoulder.

“Okay,” I nodded and he smiled, before taking down his homework.

I swear the woman was crazy. She gave us mountains of homework and that on the first day of school!

“So, where are we going to meet to do our homework today?” I asked Zacky after school.

“Oh, I, uhm… Sorry, I can't help you today,” he apologized. “I know I said I would, but I promise next time.”

“That's okay,” I said a little disappointed.

“Wait, Stascha, it's not that I don't want to. I can't,” he said. “I have detention.”

“On the first day of school??” I gasped in shock. “Your first day at Huntington High!”

He scratched his head in embarrassment, “Yeah.”

“What did you do?” I wanted to know.

“I was late to class too many times,” he said.

“That's not fair, you're new,” I told him.

“That's how unfair this school is,” he agreed.

Somehow, I knew he was lying.

“So, what did you really do?” I asked.

“I was caught smoking behind the guys' bathroom,” he then admitted. “That's where Brian told me to go. Fucker screwed me over.”

I chuckled, “That sucks.”

He smiled, “No, I was just unlucky to get caught. Brian can be a real ass sometimes, but he won't go that low.”

“Oh well, I have to run otherwise I'll miss Taylor. See you tomorrow!”

“Okay, bye,” he said walking off in the opposite direction.

 

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