Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own Zoe and Dayne.

Author’s Note: This is my first book. So be very nice!

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I was never the ‘it’ girl at school. Simple as that.

I wasn’t popular, athletic or beautiful. I was generic looking in styles. I had a few real friends and fewer that I could really trust with my secrets. I was your everyday average girl that is in your every class and sitting in the car next to yours. I listened to music and tried to prove my taste was more original than the next person. I tried my luck with football players to wear that coveted Varsity jacket, but never succeeded. I tried to get in shape more often than anyone I know. I made up the work out plan, did it for one day then never again.

I’m Zoe Stokes. I really like my name, it wasn’t common. I liked things that were uncommon or unique. I live in a tiny boring and repetitive town named Ruby Hills. I had just moved here this summer and I was going into my junior year of high school.

I had moved from San Francisco. The city by the sea. In my opinion it was the best place in the world. It had everything anyone could want. It had Chinatown and a huge mall that took days to look through. I missed it already.

Everyone here was rich up there you-know-what’s! Most people either had a BMW or Escalade, it was disastrous. There were a few other hot cars, but in all honesty I wasn’t all too knowledgeable with cars. Anything past Ford or Mitsubishi was a lost cause for me.

I don’t know how I ended up in this town. My parents were no millionaires. Especially with my new little sister being thrown into the mix. Okay, she was three, but it was still new to me.

I was attending Ruby Hills High. It was the only high school that Ruby Hills offered. I wasn’t surprised at all. The kids there were like their parents, sweater lovers. That is what I called them at least. The name seriously just came to me one day while skipping through the populated parts of my new fabulous city.

The neighborhoods here were bores as well. Every house was the same style and the same shape. The only difference was the occasional different color, despite that most houses were white anyway. I had convinced my dad that a sage green would look lovely with white trim and he reluctantly listened. Thank goodness. I would try my best to leave footprints in Ruby Hills wherever I went in this city.

So, back to the sweater lovers. Every single kid at my school loved collared tees. The fresh prep look, right out of the tennis court crisp. It was embarrassing sometimes to go out of town in my clothes. I wasn’t dressing to impress that is for sure. I was tired of all the frequent stares the people gave me. I definitely went the other way with my edgy version of what I’d like to call Zoe fashion. Also, almost every girl at my new school either had long blonde or brown hair and the occasional redhead here and there. There were no raven haired beauties in sight. At least, from what I gathered from my junior orientation.

I went against that current with naturally jet black hair and a funky haircut, short in the back and two long strands in the front. Not to mention I had large black eyes. I had a lip piercing on the left side of my lip, which was a silver ball. Then on the right side of my nose I had a silver hoop ring. I was half French and half Japanese, so I was very unique looking. I was sort of tall too, to add on to my awkward-ness. I stood around 5’6’’ and thanks to that I was slim. I didn’t do any sports, so I wasn’t muscular, but I was thin. It was a miracle I wasn’t well rounded with all the crap I put in my body. I was very pale, very porcelain, very Nicole Kidman, but without the rosy cheeks. Just pale with little to no color. All the girls in Ruby Hills averaged around 5’3’’ at the tallest with tans. I was most definitely going to stand out when I finally attend in September. I almost felt like I would be attending school for Paris Hilton hopefuls.

I wasn’t that shy, but I was no where near obnoxious. I always felt nervous and worried, but tried not to show it. I cracked witty jokes whenever I could and I was sort of smart. I was no straight A genius, but somewhere around a B minus. Math was my weakness and doing homework upset me. I loved my English and Science classes, they were fun. I was a major homebody and liked to stay in Friday nights in my pajamas, catching up on my favorite sitcoms. If I happened to go out it would probably be a little Starbucks chat up with friends. I’ve never had detention, but I’ve been sent out of class like it was going out of fashion. I mostly get in trouble because of my mouth and nothing else. I hated out loud opinionated people with closed minds. I was opinionated myself, but I only spoke my mind when I thought necessary. I would never press my ideals on anyone. Most of the time I was quiet and reserved, but usually on a one on one basis. I do go crazy in big groups. I was creative as hell and tried to do art whenever I could manage. I was clumsy as hell and couldn’t keep my attention for more than a minute on one thing.

I don’t even know what else to tell you about this town or even myself. Since I just moved to Ruby Hills in the beginning of the summer, I was slowly getting a little used to the ways of this small town.

There were no ways. It was a one track town. Most of the shops were more for the senior citizens of the town, than the younger people. The only place, I could find that seemed cool enough was Starbucks, go figure, right? I usually went there on occasional days to sit quietly and read. I hadn’t made any friends yet, but a few acquaintances. Well, not so much as acquaintances as you’d think. They were mostly the older baristas who recognized me as the girl who came in almost everyday for her coffee fix. They were still highly skeptical of me when I walked in with spiky hair or heavy rainbow colored make-up. This made me sad and I couldn’t see myself friends with any of the teens I saw roaming around.

But there was one place here in Ruby Hills that I really liked. It was this abandoned old Victorian home. It was just so beautiful to me. It was isolated from the rest of town no where near anything else. It was closed off by a giant iron gate that was at least 15 feet high. It was an impressive gothic style looking gate too. From the gate there was this winding drive-way that led up a hill to the house. Trees lined the drive-way and gave the house an errie feeling. The Victorian was at least two stories high, but it seemed there was a third floor because it was very tall and sitting on top of the roof was a platform, where you might stargaze or something. It was painted a midnight blue, with black trim and I immediately wished we moved into that house. It was so desolate looking and so perfect. Nothing like the rest of this town. Somewhat like me.

So far, I didn’t see how I could survive. My parents offered to take me clothes shopping, so I could “fit in” more. I couldn’t see how jeans and a classic tee, wasn’t fitting in. My sister thinks that I not having any friends would be funny. I wish she wasn’t three, so I could pummel her. It was hopeless and I was a little nervous. The kids wouldn’t like me; I was too different from them. Though, I should maybe give them more credit. I was judging too fast.

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I watched them talk from the safety of my black Volkswagen bug. My fingertips were tapping erratically on my steering wheel. I watched for five minutes as people filtered in and out of Starbucks. A few folks settled down into tables and pulled out laptops or brought a friend to chat with.

This one lady, about twenty two, passed by my beetle. She slowed down and make to a complete stop. I smiled thinking she may have wanted to talk. I reached for the handle to roll down my window.

“Um, hello.” I said to her shyly.

“What is this thing?” She asked me while bending down to see my face. Her confused expression turned sour.

“What is what?” I asked looking around. I opened the door and stepped out of my car. Even though I considered myself to be very short, back in San Diego, I was a giant compared to the petite woman beside me. She had to be no taller than 5’2” and her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a very tight bun that made her look too serious for her age. Her light brown eyes scanned over me, skeptical.

I teased the top of my black with nervousness. She watched my movements.

“This car.” She said flatly.

“My bug?” I asked confused. I looked back at it proudly and patted the hood fondly.

“So, you do own it? Oh never mind…you must be visiting some relatives here in Ruby Hills.” She said with somewhat of a relieved smile.

“Actually I just moved here with my family.” I said with a small smile.

“You didn’t.” She was definitely in disbelief.

I was taken back by her obvious disgust.

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked her.

“Well…the people they give homes to these days.” The woman mumbled and walked away from me.

I was so shocked. Had no one seen that interaction?

I shook my head and got over. Not everyone was going to like me. Right? I locked my beetle and walked around groups of people sitting around and finally made it into the cool sanctuary of a familiar and friendly Starbucks.

I got a few looks. At first, I dismissed it. It was to be expected when you were the new girl in a new town. Especially a small town like Ruby Hills.

I walked myself to the end of line. There were two people in front of me, who turned around to look at me. More heads turned again and this time they stayed turned. I screamed in my mind.

I crossed my arms as I finally walked up to the cash register. It was an older lady and her light blonde hair was graying horribly and it was thinning out. I could tell, because she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

Her wide eyes looked at me searchingly. I already felt beyond annoyed. She still hasn’t welcomed me to Starbucks, which most Barista’s were supposed to.

I sighed.

She kept leering at me.

“Grande vanilla latte, extra shot please.” I said annoyed. ‘No spit please.’

She nodded.

“That will be 4.10 please.” She said.

“Wait. For a grande? Is this Las Vegas or something?” I said utterly dumbfounded.

“4.10.” The old barista repeated.

I threw a five dollar bill down and she slid ninety cents towards me. I scooped the coins into my hands and walked off without another word.

I felt incredibly disgusted already. My first two encounters with people who lived here, went off with an ugly bang.

I sat down in a wooden chair with no one around. I drummed my fingers on the table beside me in irritation. I watched madly amused as person after person got their coffees. Even a few people who had ordered after me. As the minutes ticked by, I got more and more upset with the workers.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed my father’s mobile.

“Hello?”

“Dad?” I asked.

“That’s me.” He said. “Something wrong Zoe?”

“Yes, there is something very wrong dad.” I hissed into the phone.

A few customers looked over at me. So I was the rude one now?

“What’s wrong?” My dad asked. “Do I need to come get you?”

“Well. First off, I am getting poor service dad. Horrible.” I told him.

“Are you inside? Try going outside. You might get a better cell phone signal.” My dad advised. “Because I can hear you just fine.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“No dad. Not that kind of service. I’m at Starbucks.” I said.

“Then what’s the matter? Did they run out of maple scones?” He teased.

“I’ve been sitting in here for twenty four minutes.” I said bored.

“And…” My dad asked confused.

“I order my latte twenty five minutes ago.” I explained. “I still have not gotten it and others have been served.”

“Have you gone up to see what the problem was?” He then asked.

“Yes, twice. The first time they said they were on it. The second time they pretended not to hear me! I am not about to throw down another five dollars for another coffee when I should have gotten in the first place. Plus, they are treating me horribly. Like I am this piece of dirt in their quaint little coffee shop.” I said getting more upset.

“I see.” My dad said. “I’m already on my way, sweetheart.”

“Thanks lawyer daddy.” I said cheerfully and hung up. I set my phone on the table and relaxed back in my chair with a small smile.

I mainly looked at the three or four female baristas with a smug look. They were going to get it and they didn’t even know it.

They all looked away thinking nothing of my small smile. My father always doted on me. He was the one I called for help, asked for advice and enjoyed the most.

He would be here any moment and intimidate the workers here with his lawyer attitude and well, my dad wasn’t bad looking at all. He was still pretty young. I mean, my dad was twenty when I was born and my mom was only nineteen.

I continued to tap my fingers on the table next to me. A few customers sighed in annoyance. Like that was going to get me to stop.

“Zoe?”

I looked straight up at my dad. I smiled brightly at him. He was still in a crisp black pinstriped suit from Armani. My dad was obviously the moneymaker. His left hand clutched a smoother leather suitcase.

“Hey dad!” I said and jumped up. I latched onto his free arm.

He led me to the cash register.

“Welcome to Starbucks sir! What can I get you?” The older lady from before asked my dad. Her eyes never met mine.

“Nothing for me. My daughter said she ordered from you quite some time ago and never received her drink.” My dad said. He didn’t smile and he kept his tone serious.

“I don’t recall her ever ordering anything from us, sir.” She said honestly. “Can I get something for you now sweetheart?”

My jaw dropped.

Would my dad believe this old lady or me?

“So you’re saying you have no record of her drink?” My dad questioned.

Oh boy! Here came the lawyer!

“That is what I’m saying.” She said seriously.

“Alright. So, if we took a look at the security tape from today…I won’t ever see my daughter coming up to this register to order?” He asked her getting angry.

He believed me.

“Correct…” The old lady answered, but she looked nervous.

“I can very easily get those tapes, ma’am. Without a problem. I’m a top lawyer of the state. I can get you fired. You messed with the wrong man’s daughter.” My dad threatened.

The old lady shook with slight fear.

“I see…actually now that I think about it I re-” She spoke.

“Get her coffee.” My dad said and led me away. A grin broke across my face, but as I looked around at everyone’s face’s…I wasn’t comforted in seeing the hatred.

Jeez…them and their sweaters. The fact that they loved sweaters so much, that they wore them in the heat of the summer. Who even wore sweaters in the summers? Sweater lovers did.

My mouth broke out in a huge grin and I smiled up at my dad.

Sweater lovers.

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I was judging them too fast? I was considering myself too kind now.

So, I was wrong oh so wrong. My first serious day of my junior year in high school started off with a bang. I was ostracized the second I parked my car. It was an eye sore, compared to all the Porsche’s the kids were parking in the student parking lot. I even saw a few black and silver Camaro’s.

I owned an old beat up black 1989 Volkswagen beetle. I used to be proud of it, now I was even more proud of it. I guess I kind of liked seeing the dirty glares some of the kids gave it. Not only that, stepping out of my car and revealing myself to all the students was even better.

It was the first day of school and everyone went all out with the best back to school outfit that their mommy or daddy bought them. I donned my pointed black flats, dark grey really skinny jeans and a simple black sheer v-neck. Okay, this is how I always dress but the kids didn’t know that. I got the short pieces of hair on top of my hair to stick out in funky ways and wore my alien like giant sunglasses.

I got lots of stares and I smiled a bit as I locked my beetle. I was using a plain black oversized bag for all my stuff, instead of tiny clutch purses or holding my binder like other girls. I always found that annoying at my old school when girls would do that.

As, I walked to the main entrance of the school to hopefully the office, I heard groups of kids whisper and stop and stare. My confidence was starting to deflate. My big grin was starting to fade and my shoulders slumped. I glanced around. Kids in their khaki shorts and their crisp button ups and girls in casual summer baby doll dresses all were staring at me. Not kindly. It was like looking through the pages of a Delia’s or Alloy magazine.

I finally found the office and hurried in. I took a few steps in and looked around. Three kids sat against the wall waiting to meet with, probably, the counselor. There were two ladies sitting behind the high walls of a desk. One looked over at me. She was younger than the other. Maybe in her early thirties. The younger woman looked away quickly and picked up her phone.

I scoffed insulted.

“Hello, dear. You look new.” Said one of the lady’s behind the desk. It was the older one. Not a lot of kindness in her eyes, but hey. I wasn’t that picky with the folks around here.

“That is an under statement.” I mumbled under my breath. I moved closer to her side of the desk and laid my fore arms across the counter.

“What’s that?” She asked. I looked at the name plate in front of her.

“I coughed… Hello Mrs. Robins. I’m Zoe Stokes. I’m new, like you said. I guess I need my schedule and all sorts of the fun new things I’m supposed to have as a proud Ruby Hills High student.” I told her. I turned slightly to clip my keys on my green karabiner.

“Right, Zoe Stokes. You’ll have a grand time here in Ruby Hills.” She said with a smile, but with guarded eyes. So, I felt that she didn’t mean it. I watched her rummage through her desk and pulled out some papers. “Here is your schedule and a map of our school, also our schools sticker. We really encourage our students to stick them on their car. Also, here is your parking permit you reserved. Park in any spot you wish. Though, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding your classes, the school is relatively on the small side…but let me show you some easy routes to your classes.”

I nodded and watched as she highlighted a path from class to class on the school map.

“Here, you go.” She said.

I nodded and thanked her and left the office. I was back into the throng of students only now there were more of them. School was starting soon.

I walked past a small group of rowdy guys who were all yelling about how their summers went. I noticed that a few of them were holding lacrosse sticks. As I passed by they went completely silent. There was no hiding why. I scoffed and glanced at them from the corner of my eyes, hidden behind my sunglasses. Some of their eyes were transfixed on my in shock. Their eyes were large and mouths open. Others were looking the other way. It was typical. This town was filled with people who didn’t think out of the box.

I decided to sit on a bench with another girl on the other end of it. She was checking out her too red lipstick in a compact.

So, I sat down to study my schedule.

I could tell the girl was looking over at me. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact. She even went as far as to scoot over, farther from me. Had this school never seen a new student before?

Period 1- Algebra 1B

Period 2- Marine Bio

Period 3- English 11

Period 4- U.S History

Period 5- AP Art

Period 6- Gym 11

My eyes almost fell out of my head. Gym ?! I thought I was done with gym! I only needed two years of it at my old school! There had to be some mistake or something!

The girl next to me stood up to leave. I looked over at her quickly, using one of my hands to shield my eyes from the sun. I had no idea that any place around Tahoe got this hot.

“Excuse me, how many years of gym do you have to take here?” I asked her, trying to smile and be friendly. She looked at me with no expression, no kindness in her blue eyes. I noticed that she had outlined her eyes with a bold line of eyeliner. She looked like an outrageous raccoon. Seriously, what best friend would let their friend walk around like a raccoon?

“All four years.” She said and then walked off. I grumbled and frowned. Gym was not my friend. I looked around, wanting to run the hell away. I missed my old friends. This town was full of rich snobs. Ruby Hills had no ‘bad part’ of town. You basically needed to be loaded to live here. It was like an oversized gated community. I suppose the only ‘ugly’ spot to the towns people would be that mansion.

I looked down at my schedule again with my head feeling dizzy. Gym. How could I get through gym? First off, I wasn’t even good at gym; I barely passed it my freshman and sophomore years! Secondly, gym class was definitely a class you wanted friends with. It took me a good seventeen minutes to run a mile and by run I mean walk.

I’m pretty sure that wasn’t happening no one so far looked kind enough to come up to me. I dropped my face into my hands, frustrated. I’m sure I was getting stares too.

“You look like someone who just found out they had to endure even more physical education. More than expected.” Someone said. It was weird that someone had voiced exactly what I was thinking. It was like some cheesy movie line.

I could tell whoever it was, was standing directly in front of me. The sun wasn’t glaring down on me anymore. I slowly looked up, without squinted eyes since now the suns rays were gone. I crossed my arms and sat back on the bench.

My face must have lit up because he grinned back even wider than my own. This guy was definitely a refreshing change from the sweater lovers. Someone who actually looked semi-interesting and cool. He was very tall and very skinny, in his very tight pants and v-neck sheer teal shirt. On the right side of his nose, dangled a gold nose ring. He had a funky hair style like my own, but his hair was a soft chocolate brown, all straightened and pretty with a chunk of blonde hair on the side of his head. His hair was layered wildly and longer on one side, shorter on the other. He had hazel eyes and a tiny hint of a tan from the summer. His teeth were all even and straight. Their white color put my own to shame and there wasn’t a single imperfection on him.

“How right you are…” I said to him miserably.

He smiled with a tiny laugh and sat next to me, pulling his olive green messenger bag next to him.

“Are you new? No, of course you are.” He said.

His voice wasn’t that deep, but it wasn’t feminine in the slightest. I liked hearing it. It sounded like butter going into my ears. By that, I mean soft and smooth.

“Are you? You don’t look like a sweater lover.” I said. He looked at me curiously. This guy looked pretty amused by my nickname for these people here.

“I was the new kid last year. This year looks like its going to be you.” He said. “I had a tough time.”

“Great.” I said depressed.

“So…sweater lover?” He asked me.

“I don’t know. It’s what I call them. It just came to me one day while watching them.” I informed him and sighed.

He put his hands on his hips with his elbows pointing outwards in a showy fashion. It made me smile, but just a little bit. If this guy came up to me when I was in San Diego I probably would have turned red and excused myself. I was surprised that I was acting so chill.

“Dayne McCoy.” He said holding his hand out to me. I noticed that his nails were painted, not perfect because they were chipping, but they were a teal color like his shirt. It was marvelous that he matched so well. I really was pale in comparison to him already.

I took his hand.

“Zoe Stokes.” I told him with a smile.

“I’ll make this year easier for you hopefully. At least you won’t sit alone at lunch, like I did last year. Can I peek at your schedule?” He said waving his hands around casually.

I gave him my schedule and watched as he drank in my classes with his eyes. I bit my lip and studied him. He was one of those boys. Once I explained it to you, you’ll understand immediately.

A myspace boy.

Yes, myspace. The boys you always add with 34,675 friends, who never reply! I’m sure; you’ve come across them if you have a myspace. Their pages splashed with Dior and Chanel. You’d always comment them hoping that your default picture dazzled them enough to comment back…but they never did. Everyone had a myspace, it was a must have after you graduated from middle school. I had my own and I admit to my own outrageous number of friends, but it was no where near 34,675.

I couldn’t help but smile at this; my old friends and I would always talk about them and always dreamed about being friends with them. Now, I was talking to one of these boys and not only that, he came up to me. This was going to be interesting. It didn’t matter either way though. I was thankful for the first shred of kindness.

“Right on! We have Phys Ed together! Plus Marine Bio and English. Sweet.” He said. “This year is already amazing”

“That is a relief!” I said with a grin.

The bell rang startling me right out of my shoes. I glanced at him with my mouth partly open. The ringing was driving me up the walls. It was so loud. Dayne only laughed at me.

“This will be our spot. Meet me here after period one and we’ll walk to Marine together, kay?” He said, holding up a little peace sign. I nodded and he turned and walked off. I turned toward the direction of my first class. I was prepared for the worst.

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“So, I’m surprised that you haven’t died. I definitely died my first day here” Whispered Dayne. We sat together in the bleachers, as the P.E teachers told us the rules of phys ed. Really.

“Me too, school is crap. I hate to be a downer, but it is. I don’t need math and I don’t need this.” I said flatly.

“Definitely. Math is a definite” Said Dayne. “God, these P.E teachers are dreadful. Same speech every year! They are all old and probably never get laid! Bore after bore.”

“Dayne!” I hissed surprised. He gave me a sheepish smile. I laughed. I was really starting to like his crudeness.

“Alright, come down and get an info card and fill it out with contacts and you all can consider yourself done today” Yelled one of the P.E teachers.

“Thank god!” Groaned Dayne. He and I waited until the stampede of students thinned out, as they ran off the bleachers. I glanced at Dayne.

He looked at me.

“Shall we?” He said.

I nodded laughing; this guy was too much fun. He sped down the benches with grace and speed, showing how much he did this at the school.

I hopped down the benches without any grace whatsoever. I am the clumsiest person that ever lived, but I made it to the gym floor in one piece. Dayne was behind me, laughing quietly.

The P.E teacher handed us both a small index card and told us to each write our personal info on them. We weren’t in Kindergarten; I knew what to write on an index card.

Dayne went over and sat against the wall on the ground. I followed him and sat right next to him.

“So! Where did you move from?” Asked Dayne. He slapped his knee with excitement.

“San Francisco.” I said with a half smile. I definitely missed the place, with its sun and crazy coolness. Always being to be somewhere with meaning. Every turn was a cool new hangout. It wasn’t fair that I had to leave it. All my friends were there. The extremely cool guys and shopping. The Starbucks shops every ten steps. It was heaven to me.

Coming to this place was like a slap in the face.

“Lucky! That place always looked so cool! I’m jealous Zoe” He said with a little pout.

“Where did you move from?” I asked him curious. If I were to guess by looks and looks alone, I would guess that Dayne was either from Los Angeles or New York City, some place trendy like that.

“Oregon, ew.” He said rolling his eyes. I laughed, his mannerisms were so amazing. “I never even saw the sun until I came here.”

“This school is pretty bad; all the teachers are over 60!” I said to him.

“Tell me about it, its crazy dumb. I hate it when they tell us that if we ever need anyone to talk too, to come to them. Newsflash, we can’t relate to you. You grew up when NOT shaving your legs was okay” Said Dayne. He gave a shudder.

“That isn’t okay?” I asked innocently. I reached for the hem of my pant leg.

Dayne looked at me horrified. I burst out laughing.

“I’m kidding, jeez!” I said.

“Thank god, that would have been an awkward moment if you weren’t kidding.” Said Dayne. I smiled.

“So, is there anything I should know? About this town? Tricks or advice?” I asked him. “To survive even”

“Uh, not really everything here is sugar coated and wrapped in bubble wrap. Safe safe safe.” Said Dayne.

“I believe that, but what about that house off of Katrina Way? The old Victorian? It seems cool enough and dangerous in its own way” I said to him.

“Oh. That place. It’s haunted.” Said Dayne simply. I waited for him to go on, but he didn’t.

“Haunted. Okay Dayne. Whatever you say” I said with a sigh.

He grinned.

“Some of the guys here, they always boast to each other about who went the farthest into the house. None of them apparently can get past the first room.” Said Dayne.

“They can’t? So why would they boast about that? Kind of lame.” I said. They should see the kind of crazy stuff guys got into back in San Francisco.

“Oh my god. Let’s do it. Let’s go up there Friday and try to beat them all.” Said Dayne with twinkling eyes. I looked at him confused. He seemed like he wanted to do it, but the tone of his voice sounded weak.

“Sneak into the house, you mean?” I said.

“Yeah! Why not!” Said Dayne excitedly.

“Alright, I guess so. I need to actually do something….ok!” I said with a grin.

“Right on it will be fun! I’ll pick you up at your house Friday night! Make sure you wear all black, you know!” Said Dayne.

“Black is 90 of my wardrobe.” I told him. Not my fault of course, I had a dark stage in middle school. I just never bother to shop much since then.

The bell rang throughout the gym, startling me. The sound of the bell was ten times worse in the gym.

“School is out, want to grab a coffee?” Asked Dayne.

“Sure, I’m up for that.” I said.

At least Dayne adored coffee as much as me.