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Summary: A girl is forced to move away from her closest friend Tristan, who she claims to have strong feelings for, and is now living in NJ with her brother and parents. She hates and despises everything about NJ, especially the arrogant goth guy who refuses to leave her alone. (A/N: Summary will get longer/better as story progresses).
Chapter 1
Welcome to Hell
“I’ll be there in a sec,” my brother Ryan called out from a short distance away. I looked over at him and noticed he was standing next to his car, yapping away on his cell phone. Apparently, the person on the other line was a lot more important to him than I was because he had been talking to them for quite some time now. In fact, now that I think about it, that was the first and only thing he said to me since this morning, that he’d be there in a second.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. He can just be a downright pain in the ass at times, is all. He’s about a year older than I am and he is a senior, which makes me a junior. We, along with our parents, moved here into New Jersey from Florida. Of course, I hated the fact that we moved. For one, all of my friends were there. And two, Florida was a hell of a lot warmer than in New Jersey. Here it feels like my fingers are going to break off from being so cold all the time.
“God I know, right?” my brother laughed amusedly on his phone. “I couldn’t stand that guy. He was such a fucking—”
“Ryan!” I interrupted loudly, walking up to him. He gave me an annoyed look. “What are you doing? You told me you were going to help me find my classroom.”
He held a finger up to silence me. “What’s that?” He was talking to his friend again. “Yeah, I know. I tried that before too, but it didn’t work.” Once he paused to let the other person speak, I stood in front of him and glared. “Yeah… yeah I know. But I can’t talk any longer. My sister is freaking out because it’s the first day of school.”
“I’m not freaking out,” I denied.
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later Mike,” he said, shutting the phone off and putting it into his pocket. Then he focused his attention onto me. “You seriously need to calm down. It’s the first day and you act like it’s the end of the world.”
“That’s because it is the end of the world,” I stressed dramatically. “Or at least the end of my world.”
“Jeez sis,” he laughed amusedly. “Is it really that terrible? I mean all you have to do is go in, find your room, sit down, and listen to the teachers bitch about how important their subject is.”
“It’s not about that exactly,” I sighed. “It’s the fact that I don’t know a soul in there.”
“So make friends,” he stated simply. “There’s a bunch of kids here. I’m sure you’ll find somebody.”
“You really expect me to make friends with these people?” I stated in disbelief, gesturing toward a group of girls with their high-pitched screeching laughs. “That is not happening.”
“It’s not like they’re all like that. You need to search a little. Now,” he beckoned me to come with him as he walked away, “let’s go find our classrooms together.”
I obeyed and followed him into the building, glancing at the unfamiliar faces around me as I did so. Apparently, I must have looked like an outsider to some of them, for the girls gave me dirty looks as I walked past, as if they thought they were better than me or something. Of course, I could care less what the hell they thought of me. After all, I hated practically everyone anyway. It was because of this that I had very few friends back in Florida, but they were very close friends of mine. To some people they think it’s better to have a million friends, not caring how strong their relationship is with the people. But to me it was the opposite. I enjoyed having only a few friends because it gave me the chance to build a good relationship with them.
There is one friend of mine in particular whom I especially got along with named Tristan. Being forced to leave him was by far the hardest thing for me to do. He was one of those guys could always make me laugh, which happens to be one of the things I look for in a guy, a sense of humor. He always knew whenever I was having a bad day and would do his best to comfort me. He was extremely nice, always smiling, and he knew how to have a good time. I was never bored with him, that’s for sure. Him and I would hang out practically every day after school and just enjoy each other’s company.
Now you’re probably thinking that him and I should have gone out or something since we got along so well. I admit I did have a soft spot for him, and would have gone out with him if he had asked, but he never did. And I wasn’t about to ever ask him because it’s, in my opinion, the guy’s job to do the asking. Not the girl’s.
“B-324… B-324,” Ryan repeated over and over again as we made our way down one of the school hallways. He then stopped suddenly and searched around him, looking at the numbers on each of the doors. “Where the hell is B-324?”
I almost laughed at him. “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe it’s in the B hallway,” I stated sarcastically. “We’re in the A hallway.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he glared. “I know we’re in the A hallway, but over there is the C hallway. And over there is the D and E hallway. But where in the hell is the B hallway? It should be right around here.”
“Well, come on Mr. Navigator,” I smiled, knowing how much he loved to be the smart one and find the correct way whenever we were lost. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled in frustration. “What kind of school is set up to have the A, C, D, and E hallway all in one area, but no B hallway?”
“And you tell me I’m the one who freaks out on the first day,” I chuckled in amusement.
“I’m not freaking out,” he growled. “This is just pissing me off!”
Did I ever mention that my brother had a short temper? It doesn’t take much to get him going, that’s for sure. In fact, there was a time where he and I went to dinner together and he threw a tantrum because they put sour cream on his potato. He doesn’t like sour cream, but instead of scraping it off like a normal person would do, he had to embarrass me by complaining to the waitress about how shitty the service was and how he would never come there again. Now mind you this was before I got my meal, so I’m pretty sure they did something to my food to get back at my brother.
“Will you calm down?” I pleaded. “It’s probably upstairs or something.”
That’s when I took the lead and made my way toward the stairs. Sure enough, once we got to the top, the B hallway was in front of us.
“See?” I smiled charmingly. “I told you.”
“That’s fucked up,” he stated bluntly. “The A, B, C, and D hallway should be downstairs and the E hallway should be upstairs.”
“Well, you can’t get everything you want, can you?” I said. “Now I just need to find which room is mine.”
“It’s right there,” he pointed toward the second door on our left. “That’s B-324, you’re History class.”
“What?” I stated in disbelief, yanking the schedule in his hand away from him and looking down at it. “I have History first period? There’s no way I’m going to be able to stay awake. History is boring enough in the afternoon, let alone first period at eight o’clock in the morning.”
“What are you yelling at me for?” he asked. “I’m not the one who made up your schedule.”
“You know what? You’re right,” I told him. “This school is fucked up. The hallways don’t make any sense at all and now they just screwed up my grade for History class by giving it to me at eight o’clock in the freaking morning! Now I’m probably gonna have to go to summer school and make up my grade.”
“Are you serious?” Ryan laughed at me. “You haven’t even stepped inside the classroom yet and right away you’re telling me you failed.”
“Well, if they hadn’t of given it to me at—”
“Eight o’clock in the morning, I know,” he laughed in amusement. “Look, just try your best. I’m sure it can’t be that terrible. But anyway, I still have to get to my class, so I’ll see you later.” I nodded and said bye to him, just as he began walking away from me and turning a corner so I could no longer see him.
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“Okay class,” Mr. Smith, my History teacher, said to everyone. “We have a new student today.” He flashed a bright smile at me, but I simply frowned to show that I really didn’t want to be here right now. Nor did I want to be the center of attention. “Her name is Zelda. Zelda, would you care to tell us a little about yourself.”
“Well,” I began bluntly, noticing everyone’s eyes focus onto me. “I prefer to be called Zee.”
“Zee,” the teacher nodded, keeping that bright smile of his. However, I could tell it was forced. “That’s an… interesting name. Do your parents call you that, or do they use your real name?”
“Either one,” I shrugged.
“Ah, well,” he nodded understandably. “I prefer to call all my students by their given names. So is it all right if I call you Zelda?”
“Whatever,” I shrugged, twirling my pencil in my hands. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Good,” he smiled, and then focused his attention back onto the whole class again. “Now class, what we’re going to do today involves a bit of writing.” In response, a few students let out groans of disapproval. “Now, now, I don’t want to hear it. You are to write a letter and pretend you are a soldier fighting in the War. What you have to do is…”
He went on to explain the project, but I zoned out a little, too bored to pay attention.
“This will be due by the end of class.” He then picked up sheets of blue paper and began passing them out. “By the way, I want you guys to work with a partner on this. So go ahead and find someone.”
Immediately the chairs squeaked against the floor as kids scurried around the room to partner up. Now, being the new student, I remained in my seat and sighed. Once the teacher placed a paper on my desk, I grabbed it and began to write. He never did quite say we couldn’t do the assignment on our own.
Within several minutes, I felt a dark figure hover over my desk, so I glanced up to see who it was. Standing before me was a guy practically covered in black. He had on a black T-shirt, black pants with numerous silver chains on them, black shoes, even his hair was black. The only thing that wasn’t black was his long-sleeved white shirt underneath his T-shirt. His left eyebrow was pierced, along with his bottom lip.
“Hey,” he said in—what he probably thought was—a seductive voice. I could sense an arrogance about him as he leaned over my desk and smirked at me. Glancing down at his hands, I noticed he had a ton of rings on his fingers, as well as a spiked wristband on his wrist.
“Can I help you?” I asked in annoyance, staring down at my paper instead of him.
“Zelda, right?” he asked interestedly. “That’s a cool name. I like it. It’s different.”
“You came over here to talk to me about my name?” I asked.
“Chill, girl,” he laughed lightly at me. “I was just trying to start a conversation with you.” I heard him go around me and slump down in a seat right next to mine. His eyes could be felt staring right at me, but I did my best to ignore it and pretended to be writing. “My name’s Trey by the way.”
“And I care because…?” I said disinterestedly.
“Jeez, someone sure woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning,” Trey chuckled in amusement.
“Whatever,” I breathed, throwing my pencil down on my desk. Reaching toward the floor, I picked up my bag and dug through it. After searching through several zippers and pockets, I finally found what I had been looking for. It was a small piece of notebook paper, but it wasn’t just any piece of paper. It was a half written letter to my friend Tristan back in Florida. I promised to write to him every once and awhile to inform him on how things were going. I unfolded it and began to write.
“What’s that you got?” he questioned, leaning over my shoulder to see what I was writing.
“None of your business,” I muttered distractedly.
“Bitchiness,” he laughed amusedly. “I like that in girls. It means they won’t take shit from other people.” Being too distracted in my writing, I didn’t respond. “So tell me. What is it that you’re writing? Is it really that private that you can’t tell me what it is?”
“Could you please just go away,” I huffed in pure annoyance. “I can’t think when people are yapping away in my ear.”
“Are you writing a porn story or something?” he asked, which caused me to snap my gaze onto him in surprise. He smiled in achievement for getting my attention, and then leaned over to easily snatch the paper from me. I tried to grab it from him, but he effortlessly turned himself around so his back was facing me.
“Dear Tristan,” he began to read loud enough so the entire class could hear him. “Hey, it’s me. I’m on the plane to New Jersey now as I’m writing this. I miss you already.” Trey paused and smiled at me. “Aww, that’s so sweet.”
“You asshole,” I snapped, attempting to get the paper back. “Give that back to me!”
“Hang on a sec,” he effortlessly held the letter up high enough so that it was out of my reach and continued to read. “I haven’t even gotten to New Jersey yet, but I can tell I’m going to hate it there already. It would be much better if you guys were here with me, especially you Tristan. I definitely miss you the most right now.” Trey looked back at me again and put on a fake frown. “Aww, how sad.”
“I am going to kill you,” I hissed, jumping up to try and grab the paper from him, but he was too tall for me.
He stood there for a long moment with the paper still held high over his head, a smirk tugging at his lips, before finally obeying and handing it back to me. I gratefully snatched it away from him and glared.
“I can see that you’re serious about keeping your boyfriend private,” he grinned. “Is there a reason for that?”
“What do you mean is there a reason for it?” I asked confusedly.
He just shrugged, his grin getting wider.
“He’s not even my boyfriend,” I snapped aggressively. “He’s just a friend of mine who you obviously don’t know, and shouldn’t know because it’s none of your business. I mean… I don’t even know you.”
“What are you talking about?” he questioned, raising his pierced eyebrow. “You know me. You know that I’m a guy named Trey who’s in your History class. And that you hate me. What more is there to know?”
“I don’t hate you. I just met you. How can I hate you?”
“So you’re saying that you like me?” he smirked arrogantly.
“No, I just said that I don’t know you,” I clarified. “I can’t tell you my opinion yet until I get to know you first.”
“Well hey,” he smiled. “I’m up for it.”
“Up for what?” I asked.
“Getting to know you more of course,” he nodded. “In fact, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind getting to really know each other, if you know what I mean.” He winked at me.
“Eww, God no!” I shook my head frantically. “That’s just… just… just stop talking to me.” I told him in disgust.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned in amusement. “You think we don’t know each other enough, right? Well, I can prove you wrong. I know that you’re name is Zelda, but you like to be called Zee. I also know that you’re a girl, obviously, and that you have a boyfriend named Tristan.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“And I also know that you are very bitchy, but that’s okay with me because—like I said—I like bitchiness.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so bitchy if you would just leave me alone,” I said angrily.
“Look,” he smiled at me, “I’m gonna leave the room for a little while so you can think about it.”
“Think about it?” I almost laughed. “What’s there to think about? The answer is no.”
He continued to smile arrogantly down at me. “Just think about it. I promise you won’t make any regrets if you change your mind and say yes.” Before I could say anything, he walked away from me outside the door.
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A/N: New story!! Tell me what you guys think so far. By the way, I’ve noticed something about myself. I like guys names that start with the letters ‘Tr’. Have any of you guys noticed that yet? There’s Trent, Travis, Tristan, Trey haha.
Anyway, please review :)
