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Chapter 4
By xFuRiEx



I sat in Science class, because I was a little early. Our teacher had already placed everything for our class on our counters. I stared out the window waiting for the class to begin. A girl with brown curls walked around the class with a clipboard and pen in her hands. She finally reached me and smiled.

“Your name and that of your lab partner please.”

“Anastacia Huber,” I told her.

“Okay, your lab partner?” she wanted to know.

“I don't have…” I started, but was interrupted.

“Zacky Baker.”

The girl turned around to look at the gorgeous dark haired guy.

He peeked at her clipboard and smiled, “That's right.”

“Thank you,” the girl smiled moving on to the next person.

I looked at him expectantly.

“You don't mind, do you?” he checked.

“I don't really have a choice now do I?” I said.

He looked down at the floor kicking at the loose linoleum, “I thought that, well, you offered to help me with my science.”

I smiled, “I know. Of course it's okay if you're my lab partner. It's not like I had anyone else.”

He looked up and grinned at me. It was so cute. I have to stop. I have a serious thing for this guy and I barely know him. Besides, he could probably have any girl he wanted. Why would he want me? He plopped down onto the chair next to me.

“Sorry about the other day,” he apologized again. “I promise to help you the next time we have math.”

“It's okay, really. One day won't kill me,” I assured him.

“I hope not,” he said smiling.

I smiled bashfully.

“You have a really nice name,” he told me.

“Oh thanks,” I said surprised.

He must've heard me when I gave it to the girl or saw it when he looked at her clipboard.

“Does everyone call you Stascha or does someone call you Anastacia?” he asked curiously.

“Most people call me Stascha. Taylor only calls me Stasch most of the times and my parents call me Anna,” I informed him.

“That's cool. It almost has endless possibilities. I don't think I would even respond to half of the names,” he smiled.

“You get used to it,” I told him and the teacher entered.

“Sorry I'm late,” he apologized. “I'm Mr. Montgomery.”

“He's old Monty?” Zacky muttered.

“What?” I asked.

“My friend Jimmy calls him Monty,” he whispered.

I chuckled quietly.

“Your chemical ingredients are on your tables along with the instructions of what to do. Get started and I'll pass by,” `Monty' continued.

“Okay, let's get started,” I said to Zacky.

I picked up the list of instructions and read through them.

“Okay, it's simple,” I told him. “I'll read and you follow?” I suggested.

He nodded and did as I told him. When we were finished, I noticed that the color of our end product differed from everyone else's.

“I screwed up somewhere,” Zacky noticed at the same time.

“That's okay,” I assured him. “It was just something small. I mean it's only a color change. It could have been a lot worse like the mixture boiling over or exploding in your face.”

He cracked up, “Yeah, that would have been hilarious.”

I laughed, “It would have!”

Mr. Montgomery stood over us, looking at our mixture.

“Hm,” he said. “It's right. There was just a small fault somewhere, because of the color, but it's nothing major. You'll get it next time.”

“See,” I said to Zacky.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Hey, where are we going to meet this afternoon? I'm sure Miss Canavan will do her worst again in our next class.”

Right, I just remembered that we had Maths the next period.

“So?” he asked when I didn't answer immediately. “You can come over to my house?”

“Sure,” I said. “Where do you live?”

He said the address and I had an idea where it was. Long Beach was a big place, but not impossible to find your way around it. When the bell rang, we walked to Maths together. When I thought about it, we actually had quite a few classes together: Science, Maths, English and Biology. Though, in English and Biology he sat with his friend, Matt. I haven't met the guy personally, but Zacky had told me a little about him and I have seen him around school at least once or twice since my high school career started at Huntington High. The rest of the school day dragged by, since we only had Maths and History. We just wrote down homework during the whole Maths period and in History we had to relive the boring tale of the French Revolution. When the bell finally rang, announcing the end of the day, I jumped up and headed for my locker, changing my books, before finding Taylor and going home.

I had a quick lunch before grabbing my bag and heading over to Zacky's house. He smiled as he opened the door and greeted me.

“Come on in,” he said standing aside for me to enter. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Uhm that would be nice.”

He led the way to the kitchen where we found a kid I guessed was around the age of thirteen.

“Hey, nerd,” Zacky said as he messed up his brother's hair.

“Get off!! Jerk!! Who's your new girlfriend?” the kid wanted to know.

“Oh, this is Stascha and this is my little brother Matt,” Zacky introduced us.

“I'm not little!” Matt retorted.

“If that makes you feel better,” Zacky teased while he poured us each a soda.

“I feel great,” Matt assured him. “I'm not the one dating a nerd!” he nearly yelled before running out of the room.

Zacky looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry about that.”

I chuckled, “That's okay. I also think people who wear glasses are nerds.”

He frowned slightly and then shook his head, chuckling, “Okay.”

He handed me a glass and then we made our way to his room. There was a single bed against the wall to the left with dark blue, almost navy, sheets and right to the left of the door was a closet. There was a desk with a computer on it behind the door and next to it was a small drawer with a CD-player on it. The top drawer was open and I saw several CDs inside. There was another desk full of papers and I assumed that it was where we were going to be working. His walls were covered with posters of The Misfits, ACDC and Guns & Roses. There were other bands too. A guitar stood on a stand at the foot of his bed.

“Excuse the mess,” he apologized, closing his closet doors and gathering the pages from his desk.

“No problem, it could have been worse right? Your room is actually pretty tidy considering that my brother lives like a pig,” I said.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I know, my room also looks like shit a lot of times. It just happens. No matter how many times I clean it, it just looks the way it did before after an hour or so.”

“It must be a male attribute,” I joked.

“No, that's not it. We're just not as perfectionist as females,” he gave his opinion.

We sat down at his desk and immediately started with our algebra homework. The crazy woman gave us enough homework for a month and considering that Zacky had to explain most of it to me, we took forever. After about an hour he sat back in his chair, stretching.

“Let's take a break,” he suggested.

We were back in the kitchen and he refilled our glasses. We sat down at the table and started talking.

“How long have you lived here in Long Beach?” I asked.

“Sixteen beautiful years since I first saw light,” he grinned proudly, “And you?”

“No, I was born in LA, but my parents moved here when I was a year old. I guess it's fifteen beautiful years for me then,” I told him.

“When's your birthday then?” he wanted to know.

“I'm turning seventeen next February. How about you?”

“Seventeen in December,” he replied. “Which kind of sucks, since Brian and Jimmy are in their final year and Matt and I still have another year of school left after this one.”

“It's only another year. At least its not an extra year,” I said.

“Thank goodness,” he agreed.

“Tell me about your friends,” I asked.

He laughed, “They're absolutely crazy, but a lot of fun. Brian is my best friend. Like I said, he's a senior this year. He has short, slightly spiked dark brown hair. He is an awesome guitarist, one of the greatest you will ever hear and funny as hell. I always laugh my ass off when I'm with him. You know what Matt looks like. He has quite a quick temper and a terrible attitude, but when you get to know him, you'll see that he has a good heart. And Jimmy? He's fucking insane!” Zacky laughed again. “He's a really tall, lean guy and dark for the most part. He's also hilarious, not so much for the things he says, but for the things he does. It's just crazy! He has a heart of gold nonetheless.”

I laughed, “They sound like fun.”

“Oh believe me they are!” he assured me. “And your friends?”

“Well, I've told you about Taylor. She's my best friend: a beautiful German girl with raven black hair and chocolate orbs. She's a little crazy herself, but a real sweetheart,” I started telling him.

“That's cool! I also have German blood.”

“Really?” I said surprised.

“Yeah, I'm half German and half Italian,” he informed me.

“That's cool,” I smiled.

Now I knew where all his good looks came from. He had good genes.

“You were saying?” he urged.

“There's also Scotty. She has light blonde hair and is very nice, but despite that fact she has quite a fiery personality. She's actually Taylor's friend though.”

“I know Scotty. She's Jimmy's little sister,” he said.

“You were talking about her brother?”

He nodded.

“Wow, yeah, he looks kind of scary, but he's always nice,” I said.

“Very scary,” he laughed.

We were finished with our drinks and placed our glasses in the kitchen sink before going back to his room. We eventually finished our algebra and since we had a lot of other classes together we decided to do all that homework too. By the time we were done I was shocked to see that it was shortly before seven. Zacky stretched his arms above his head and glanced at his watch.

“You should stay for dinner,” he invited.

“No thanks. I better get home. I've been sponging off you all afternoon,” I declined.

“Not really. You helped me too. I probably wouldn't have done any homework by myself so in truth you probably saved me from a day's detention,” he pointed out.

I smiled, “My good deed for the day.”

“Exactly. I'll be right back,” he said jumping up and leaving the room.

I stood up and also stretched a little, because we've been busy for hours. He soon returned.

“My mom says you're more than welcome to stay for dinner. She cooked more than enough for all of us,” he said.

“Zacky, I told you…” I started, but he cut me off.

“And I told you,” he said, placing his hands on my shoulders and steering me out of the room towards the kitchen. “Mom, this is Stascha,” Zacky introduced me to his mom as soon as we entered the kitchen.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Stascha,” she smiled warmly.

“I'm here too,” someone said entering the kitchen.

“This is my dad. Dad, this is Stascha,” he introduced us. “Where's Serena?”

“She's having dinner at Pete's house,” his mom informed him.

“Serena is my older sister and Pete's her boyfriend,” Zacky told me as we sat down at the table.

“Did you help Zacky with his homework?” his dad asked as soon as we started eating dinner.

“Actually Zacky helped me,” I told them.

“Only with algebra. We did the rest together,” he pointed out.

“I didn't know you could do algebra,” his brother said.

“That's understandable since there isn't anything else you know either,” Zacky shot back, ruffling Matt's hair.

Matt looked like a lion protecting his food as he slapped Zacky's hand away.

“Don't touch me!” he said angrily.

Zacky looked slightly taken aback and then turned to me grinning. After dinner I texted my parents and they picked me up shortly after.


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