Author: SilverScreen Crush PM
I'll have to take life one day at a time. Or just fuck it all. I wish I knew what my future has in store for me. f/f just so y'all knowRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 10,057 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 06-26-11 - Published: 05-18-08 - id: 2519572
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A/N: This is an original fic, straight outta my imagination. It's not based on my life experiences or anyone that I know. Just so you know, my writing isn't of the best quality, so let me know if there's anything off. R&R.
Another move, another city and another school. Every year I find myself saying that sentence. Every year. My parents are crazy, they just can't stay still for long enough. It's like they have ADHD...in their forties! Honestly, can't they take my thoughts and feelings into consideration for once in their decreasing lives? No, they can't, they're parents, it's what they do. Well, forget them, I'll just have to go with the flow, like always. I don't even know why I'm complaining, because it's not like I even mind moving. I have no friends..because I'm always moving. Big shock there, I know, it even surprises me that I have no friends. I mean, I am seventeen years old, what seventeen year old doesn't have friends? I'm a classic loner, and I think I love it. Great stuff huh?
I can't help but let my thoughts go astray as my chauffeur drives me to a new school. Yes, my very own chauffeur. He's been around since I was five, but not only is he my chauffeur, he also acts as a bodyguard (not that I necessarily need one). Actually, I think I lied when I said I had no friends, I do, I have him. Miljan, the former-Yugoslavian Serb charmer, not to mention refugee, but he doesn't like to talk about that. Nor do I ask, I know better than to ask how his family died. I'm lucky to have him around, as I do often tell him that. He drives up the path towards the school. Another rich and fancy private school, another bunch of rich and fancy snobs. Prestigious in all it's glory and might. Whatever...I just hope they have a soccer team. It's my forte, that, besides dancing, my guitar and my beloved piano.
"Here you are, kiddo." I look out the window and gaze at the huge school. I have to admit, it's really nice to look at, hope the inside's the same.
"So, you're thirty minutes early and I'll be fifteen minutes early to pick you up after school, the usual, you know." I nod in acknowledgment, my mind has now gone into 'zone-out' mode, one he knows well. I chuckle one minute later (sometimes I think I'm bi-polar).
"Well, good luck kiddo, call me if anything comes up." He says to me as he helps me out the car after opening my car door. I look up to him and smile my thanks, give him a hug, and rush off towards the building. The sooner you gets things done, the faster it's over and done with. That's like one of my motto's. Cliché and everything.
As I step inside the building I can't help but take in every detail of the entrance hall. Both big and small, but grandeur in every aspect. I look to my left, nothing, I look to my right...there it is! The directions to the school's office. Ten minutes later I find myself waiting for an 'audience' with the headmaster. And to think that I almost got lost on the way here, but I didn't, I'm pretty good at this whole direction thing. No, not really, but who cares, because now I'm being called in to speak with headmaster Jacobs. I take a seat in front of his desk, and hey! He's not bald, I think I like this school already. Now on to the important part, the conversation, and the introductions. I shake his hand as he introduces himself as Daniel Jacobs, and I as Adriana Rousseau. Half Argentine, half White-American. He has a permanent wide smile plastered all across his face, as he gives me his welcoming speech, my new timetable and statistical mumbo-jumbo that I quite frankly don't care about. I guess he's trying to impress me, it's not easy to get into this school, but since both my parents are filthy rich, 'it wassa a no pro-blehm'. Oh, how I miss my old Mexican gardeners, they were a hilarious bunch of good-fellas.
"You have to attend homeroom in A105, which is in..." Pause to look at watch. "...fourteen minutes ago." Oh, great, now I'm gonna be late for my very first class at my very new school on the very first day. Fun, fun, fun!
"C'mon, let's go, I'll take you there myself, seeing as it is my fault you're late." Well, thank goodness for his selfless consideration. Or my never ending sarcasm. We go out the office turning right at the ending of the hallway, going up the stairs to the second storey turning left, walking straight ahead. We stop, well, more like he does and I have no choice but to do the same.
"Wrong way, you're on the third floor." Wait, did he just say 'wrong way'.? He's the headmaster for crying out loud, isn't he supposed to know his way around his school? I laugh at loud at his dumbness and continue following him down the hallway, to the otherside.
"I'm glad I could provide you with momentary amusement this early in the morning, Adriana." He says lightheartedly as we ascend the stairs up.
I don't have a chance to reply as we reach our destination. Great, I was gonna say something witty, maybe next time. The smile I had on my face as I thought that was instantly gone as I saw him knocking on door A105. Oh, superb, stare-galore, here I come. Why is it that everyone has a major case of the 'stares' whenever there's a new student on campus? Now, don't get me wrong, I am in no way the least bit shy...weird but true. So staring people won't frighten me easily, but it does get annoying after a while. Does it not? Yes, it certainly does. It seems that while I let my mind go astray again, the headmaster had explained to the teacher about the 'new student'. And now I was being ushered into the classroom and...wait...I had butterflies in my stomach! Well, this is a huge first. Guess there's a first time for everything, right?
"You're a few minutes late, dear, but the headmaster said it was his fault, So I won't mark you tardy today. Uh...what is your name, dear?" Ah, teachers, sometimes they're so predictable.
"Adriana." I replied, saying my name in a Spanish accent, 'cause after all, that is how it's rightfully pronounced.
"Ah, a pleasure to meet you miss Adriana, I'm Mrs. Smith." I shake her hand politely. And now here it comes.
"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" I don't know why they even bother asking, it's not like I have a choice. I hold back a sigh.
"Of course Mrs. Smith." Nothing better to win over teachers than to be uber polite. It's really not that hard actually. She gestures towards the class, and I chance a glance before fully turning my body towards the rest of the room. I wait, it's coming.
"Class! We have a new student this year, please pay attention." And there it is, though I don't think that last part was necessary, because the moment I walked in here, I had already (unwillingly) had everyone's attention. Yay me! Sarcasm is what I'm made of.
I watched as she walked over to her desk, sat down and looked at me. I took that as my cue to introduce myself. Here goes nothing.
"Hello. As Mrs. Smith so graciously said, I'm the new student here at Riverscrest Pacific. School for the talented youth and probably the best looking school I've ever attended, not to mention my ninth. My name's Adriana Rousseau, born in New York City, and raised in seven out of fifty states. I'm single and ready to mingle...no, just kidding, I'm not a mingler" Pause, as I let the class finish off giggling at my lame attempt at humour.
"That's pretty much the basics. Mrs. Smith, I do believe the class is all yours now." I watch as she gets up and I go to pick up my bag as she tells me to take a seat at the back of the class. That wasn't that bad, was it? Not that I care really. Except that I noticed this class ninety percent full of good-looking people. Good school indeed. I dare not look at the pupils as I find my way to my seat, well at least not yet.
"Thank you miss Rousseau, for your introduction, I'm sure you'll find Rivercrest a wonderful school. I hope you don't mind if I ask the class if they have any questions for you?" I shook my head no.
"Well, class?" She asked and a few hands went up in the air. Surely they won't ask anything I'll be uncomfortable answering.
"Mr. Johnson." Hey! Don't I get to pick whose question I'll answer? Whatever, shoot, Blondie.
"Why is this your ninth school?" Good question, mister Johnson.
"Because my parents are weird and like moving around a lot. Or...maybe it's because of their jobs. But I like to stick with my first theory. It's a lot more interesting." I reply calmly. I see smiling faces all around me. I didn't think I said anything amusing, guess my parents aren't the only weird ones. Before I know it, another question is being fired at me. I answer two more questions before Mrs. Smith says
"Last one...miss Langley." Langley, that's a nice name.
"What are you?" I look to my left, startled, 'cause I never noticed this chick when I sat down. She smiles lightly at my reaction to hearing her voice. I jumped a little, so what?!
"Well, last time I checked I was pretty much human, female and seventeen. But if you mean racially, my mother's from Argentina and my father's tenth generation American." I smiled a full flash of my pearly whites in her direction, plus the dimples. I just couldn't help but notice how absolutely gorgeous this girl is. Stunning, breathlessly stunning. Gotta look away before she notices me gawking wide-eyed. And just when I looked away there was a deafening shrill right above my head. Guess that's the bell, don't these people know that we're not hard of hearing? That was one hell of a ring. I turn to pick up my bag and as I do so I notice the girl staring at me. I must have something on my face...oh please no. Ha ha, as if. I stare back and ask if somethings the matter.
"Just thought you might want a personal tour guide since you're new here. Here, let me see your timetable." Wow, she didn't even give me time to think about it, let alone have a choice. Straight to the point, I think I like her already. I obediently hand it over and she takes a long look at it. Says we have two classes together, English today, art tomorrow.
We leave homeroom and head down a hallway, down the stairs back to the first floor. We walk around for a few minutes and I try remembering the way here so I won't get lost some other time. But it's hopeless, this school is huge, it'll take me weeks to get used to it.
"Here you are, your social studies class. After this class we get a fifteen minute break and then to our third class before lunch. Our third class being English." She struts inside and greets a few fellow students before plunking herself down on the far left side of the room. Um, she kinda just left me standing here, guess I'll follow her like a good little puppy. 'Cause, really, do I have a choice? I sit in the seat before hers since it's the only one left available and take in my surroundings. This classroom is nice, has a cozy sort of vibe.
Maps everywhere, I love maps. I like searching for countries I never knew existed, countries I'd like to visit and such. I 'm taken out of my mind wandering when I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"Adriana?" Oh, it's Miss Gorgeous.
"I'd like you to meet two of my friends, twins Samuel Richards and Stephanie Richards." Twins huh. Sweet.
"Nice to meet you." I say politely and shake his hand. "I'm Adriana..." I shake her hand. "Rousseau." I finish with a bright smile. They seem nice. And now they're giving me these slightly confused looks. They're probably wondering about my looks, black hair, light tan skin and bright green eyes. Yeah, that's me. I get my hair and skin color from my mother, my eye color from my dad. But before I can answer their questioning looks, she answers for me.
"Her mother's from Argentina and her father's American." And suddenly, it's like they've been hit with an epiphany.
"Ohhh! So that's why you're so gorgeous." Wait...I think she has me confused with the Langley girl.
I never got a chance to reply and tell her I'm just an average halfer, 'cause the teacher just walked in. Miss Gorgeous stands up, stretches gracefully, and bids her farewells. She has to get to her biology class upstairs. I watch her leave and turn my attention towards the teacher. No doubt I'd have to introduce myself here too. Probably all day long. Great, just what makes me happy...annoyance. Why can't people just read my mind, I'm too lazy for this. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I suddenly realize that my new English teacher is kinda hot. He's probably in his mid thirties, I hope he's single...KIDDING! I don't really flow his way, if you know what I mean. I'm just having a little fun here.
Before I know it, this class is over. And may I add that it was a good class too, not boring like all my previous socials classes I've ever had. Mr. Wilkinson (yeah, I know, unattractive name) seems like a pretty chill guy, cracking a joke here and there. I'm definitely not digging that nasty puke-colored plaid shirt he's wearing though. Maybe it's just a phase, here's hoping. I like to complain sometimes, it keeps me sane. I get up and try to make my way towards the door leading out to freedom, when someone grads my elbow. Oh, hell no. No one grabs my elbow, they might accidentally hit my funny bone. And I hate that just as much as the next person. Sigh. Okay, fine, my parent's weirdness might have rubbed off on me sometime in my earlier years. Whatever. Anyways...back to the intrusive hand on my elbow. It's Stephanie Richards, says we have a fifteen minute break now and that if I'd like to accompany them to the student common room (she could've just said the cafeteria) for a snack.
"Yeah, sure." I reply with a smile, always gotta smile, Miljan taught me that when I was seven. Great guy. We head somewhere, I don't even try to memorize anything anymore, I'll just follow for now. We walk past the entrance hall to the other side and enter the spacious cafeteria. Not too shabby, hey. I look around in every direction just like a toddler would on their first trip to the mall. Not to mention that I feel like a toddler too, everything's new, I can't help it. We stand in line, idling with small talk, and I must say that these two are quite nice to be around. Makes me wish I had a twin...but I don't, not that I should be complaining. I have a wonderful older sister. I get a strawberry yogurt, an apple and bottled water, just a light snack. We pay for our food and head for a table towards the high windows.
They're walking in front of me, so from afar I can't really see who's sitting at the table we're headed for. A full table, by the looks of it, now that we've sat down, I see clearly now (he he, I crack myself up with the lightest things). I take a seat next to Sam, right across this girl with blonde hair. What a cutie. I smile her way and she blushes, okay...so she's a blusher. Poor baby. I introduce myself as Adriana Rousseau, not only to her but the whole table as well. There's only five other people here besides Blondie, the twins and I. Blondie's name is Michelle Cassidy (nice name), a sandy-haired boy next to her named Jake, beside him is Tristan and Tommy. Then there's the other girls, sitting beside Stephanie, Christina and Andrea. We engage in small talk, with them asking me questions of what other schools I've been to, what I'm into, etc etc. As I'm finishing my yogurt I feel someone sitting to my right.
Well, hello there, Miss Gorgeous. She smiles as I turn to her with my spoon in my mouth as I lick off the last of my yummy yogurt. She scrunches her nose with a smile.
"You're cute." She says to me. Well, excuse me, I not the cute one here, have you seen Blondie over there? Guess not, 'cause she keeps looking at me.
"Yeah she is, isn't she." Thanks for making me feel like a puppy on display Samuel Richards.
"Yeah, thanks for making me feel like a new born puppy on display." They chuckle at that one. Maybe I should go to a school for comedians...no? No, okay fine.
"Yeah, you're something else aren't you." Says Christina, and hey! Her eyes are almost the same shade as mine. Never noticed that before, that earns her cool points in my book. Wait, rewind, these people are talking about me like I'm something amazing...which I'm not. What's going on?
"Why is that? Why do you think I'm something else?" Seriously, why?
"Well..." Tristan hesitates, this should be good. Hmph... "We've heard stories about you" So Blondie does have a voice.
"What stories?" What stories could there possibly be? I'm the definition of boring. Okay, no I'm not, I'm being too hard on myself. But before either of them could answer, the bell rings for the next class. The break is over...motherfucker. Great, now I'm swearing. But can you blame me, these people have heard stories of me and I don't even know them. How annoying! Before I can huff and puff, I'm being pulled up by the elbow. Okay! Leave my elbows alone...it's like a thing I have. Don't touch the elbows. Even if it is Miss Gorgeous, and come to think of it, I don't even know her first name.
"English class, c'mon sweetie." 'Sweetie?!' Eww, please don't call me that.
"I'm not a sweetie.." I mumble to myself, but I guess it wasn't quiet enough because everyone starts laughing. Well, I'm glad my discomfort causes them delight. They say their goodbye's to me and head off to their own classes.
"See you at lunch!" Oh, lunch, I'm hungry...where's my apple? I spot it and and make a quick snatch at it before I'm fully being dragged away.
Once we leave the cafeteria, Miss Gorgeous turns around and smiles. I think I'm starting to really like that smile of hers.
"So..." I cock an eyebrow at her. "...what you think of our bunch?" Oh, right.
"Well, you want the truth?" I say so seriously, her smile drops faster than an atomic bomb.
"They're great." I say with the biggest smile I can muster and throw in a flash of my dimples for show. Oh, man, you should've seen her face a second ago. Hahaha. Ow...she playfully smacks my arm as she smiles in return.
"Jerk." Yeah, I can be that sometimes, sorry. She links her arm into mine as we continue walking. When we reach our class, she heads over to the far end of the class by the windows while I head towards the teacher's desk. A motherly looking lady, probably in her late forties sits on the chair reading some papers. I clear my throat, but not before taking a quick glance at my timetable to see what her name is. Mrs. Geiger, okay, gotcha. She looks up and smiles.
"Oh, hello dear. You must be Adriana." She used my first name, hmm...cool points in my book? I think so.
"Yes, ma'am." I shake her hand and place my apple on her desk.
"Well, aren't you thoughtful." She smiles and picks the apple up. "I missed my breakfast this morning and haven't had a chance to go pick up a snack. Thank you." Miljan also taught me a thing or two on how to be charming. I think I have some cool points in her book too. Nice.
After a bit of chit chatter with Mrs. Geiger, I turn around a look for an available seat. But instead I see Miss Gorgeous staring at me (she has a problem, I swear) and signals for me to go sit at her group of desks. The desks in this classroom are assorted into groups of four. I walk over and make to sit at the nearest seat to me, the one across from hers. "No, come sit here." She pats the seat next to hers. And hey, I'm not gonna say no. As soon as I sit down two other people rush towards the other two remaining seats. Two guys, and by the look of them, they're not exactly of the popular crowd. Good, I like to make friends with people from all group types. I'm not picky about who I talk to. Geeks, nerds, dorks, everyone's human. I won't discriminate or stereotype. See, my parents were never around, so they never really raised me. It was our numerous maids and cooks and gardeners who took care of that job. Yeah, weird huh? But they were always around, and they rubbed off on me. No matter where we moved to, they were always kind and humble, and I loved being amongst them.
A hand is being waved in front of my face, it snaps me out of my memories.
"Hi ya...my name's Neil ." White button up shirt and thick framed glasses. What say you, a geek or a nerd? Haha, just kidding.
"Hello Neil, nice to meet you. I'm Adriana." I glance towards the other boy. "And who might you be?" Uh-oh, a shy one here. I think he just broke out in a heavy sweat. Kinda comical if you ask me.
"U-uh, I-I'm J-J-James P-Peterson." Aw, poor baby. He's all beet-red.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Peterson." I'm trying to ease his nervousness. I feel my knee being squeezed underneath the desks. I look over to Miss Gorgeous and see her giving me a teasing smile. But before I can say anything, I hear a commotion behind the two boys. Jocks. I hope they're not jerks.
"Hey losers!" It's like my hope was a flying bird, and they mercilessly shot it down. They sneer down at the two quivering boys.
"Why are you in our seats? You geeks belong at the front like good little pets." Fucking jerks. "Now go before we make you." Oh, hell no. They make to get up but before they do, I stand, reach over to them and push them back down.
"You guys aren't going anywhere, as far as I'm concerned there's no seating arrangement and these pricks aren't the boss of you. So, sit still and ignore them, they'll leave eventually." I'm fuming! There's no way I'm gonna let these guys get pushed around.
"Hey! Now you listen here, princess!" What the fuck, not even my dad calls me princess. "Good-looking people belong with good-looking people. The ugly ones belong at the front where we can't see their faces. Get that through you pretty little head, new girl." Well, alright.
"Then what are you waiting for,the front is all empty, you said it yourself. Ugly people up front where we can't see your face. 'Cause let me tell you, you are hella ugly." I laugh in their faces...uh-oh, it's looks like he's gonna pop a vein in his neck if he doesn't calm down. But before he can think of another stupid thing to say, Mrs. Geiger appears at our tables.
"What's going on here? Michael, Timmy, I hope you aren't causing trouble again." She seems kinda ticked off, not that I blame her, these two must be the school's bullies.
"Go sit at the front. Now!" They give me one last glare before stalking off. I smile triumphantly. Score for me! "Are you boys okay?" Mrs. Geiger asks Neil and James. They nod yes.
"Thanks to Adriana here." He looks my way with the biggest smile ever. Mrs. Geiger nods her approvement my way then heads towards the front of the class.
"Okay class, listen up. The seats you are now in are going to be your permanent seats for the rest of the year." She said the last part directly to Michael and Timmy. Seriously, who would name their kid Timmy? And yet again I smile triumphantly, another score for me. As the class progresses on we receive our first term book. A book about existentialism. Sweet, I like a challenge. I talk it over with the guys and they're interested in it too. This might not be such a bad class after all. The teacher gives us the rest of the class to start reading the book. As soon as the bell rings, Neil and James pack up their things and head out the door as if their pants were on fire. I'm confused at first, then I realize that they were just trying to get out before Michael and Timmy did. Oh, boy, they need to grow some backbone. I bump into someone's shoulder as I reach down to pick up my bag. Miss Gorgeous, whoa...totally forgot she was beside me this whole time. Hehe, oopsy. I notice that no longer does her precious smile grace her beautiful face. Okay..? What's wrong?
"Are you okay?" She avoids eye contact. What the fuck did I do? And again with the fucking swearing.
"Let's go for lunch." That's not an answer to my question. Try again.
"What's wrong, one minute you're fine with me, and now you're avoiding eye contact. Have I done something?" I'm slightly aware that I might sound like a wounded dog. Who cares, just as long as she answers my question.
"No, it's not that...it's, it's just that I've never met someone as selfless and kind as you. No one else in this school would've stood up for Neil and James, let alone even talk to them. No one." What, that's it?
"You're making me sound like Mother Theresa or something." I chuckle at her. "I'm no saint, take it easy." She smiles shyly, that's when I remember that I don't even know her name. "What's your name?" She looks taken aback for a second. "Besides Langley." Realization hits her face, 'cause she's never told me her name.
"Addison." Oh...I definitely think I'm already falling for this girl. "Addison." I like how it rolls off my tongue, nice name.
And yet again I find myself in the cafeteria at the same table with the same people. It seems that I've already found a place at this school. But now that I'm here, I'm gonna ask about the 'stories'.
"So guys, you gonna tell me about these stories or what?" But before someone has the chance to even open their mouths, a phone rings. 'Get into the grove...' Sweet ass ring tone. Who's is it? No one's reaching for a phone so I start singing along and dancing to the tune. If there are somethings that are needed to be known about me is that I love to dance and be completely and obliviously random. Everyone's looking at me...wait...it's my phone! I quickly dig into my bag and pull it out.
"Whoopsy, guess it's me. I change my ring tone more often that Paris Hilton and her playmates." A moment of Silence as my phone stops ringing and then...they all burst out laughing.
"Madonna? Seriously?" Heck yes, Andrea!
"Fo' shizzle, she's a legend." As if on cue, it starts ringing again, and this time I fight the urge to dance and sing along. I look at the screen. My face lights up with the most biggest, most brightest smiles. "Hey Sis!"
After I finish conversing with my sister, I put away my phone and get startled when Addison leans into me and whispers into my ear.
"I told you, you are cute." What's she talking about? "That was the cutest little dance I've ever seen." Ohhhhhh, that. Well don't I feel embarrassed. I clear my throat.
"So...about those stories..?" They aren't getting away with it this time. Tommy speaks up.
"My mom's the president of the Parent Teacher Association, I overheard her one day talking about a new student coming to Rivercrest. So, I asked her about it. Said you were a special one." I feel like an exihibition or something. "She also said that you last attended Mount Thomas Moore before you came here. My cousin Susan goes to that school. She told me all about you." O-kaaay?
"She called you 'Magic Fingers'" Oh, yeah, that stupid nickname I got. I hated it...'magic fingers', so stupid. I let him continue. "You were the pride and superstar of the school. You're an amazing piano player, a guitar player. You paint, you can dance in every single genre of dance there is. You're an amazing athlete. You can sing. She said that even though you had the status of the most popular girl in school. You preferred your solitude."
Gag me! Seriously, I feel sick. Please, someone hit the rewind button. If I knew he was gonna say all that, I would've never asked. And yet he continues with his torture.
"She said there's nothing you can't do. Superwoman to be exact." He opens his mouth to talk again but is cut off when Jake says.. "We heard stories about all your conquests and adventures. You're a big time player, aren't you?" He says with a grin. I gape at him incredulously.
"Big time player? What are you guys talking about?" I'm officially confused.
"You were a major heart breaker, is what we were told." I've never broken any hearts. My turn to speak up.
"You guys have got it all wrong, I've never broken any hearts, I'm not a 'player'. Your info is wack. I'm not a superstar or superwoman, or whatever else you've been told." I take an indignant pause.
"Yeah, Susan said you were very humble, but that's not all we heard..." Who the hell is this Susan, I don't remember any Susan. And what else could they have heard about me?
"..that-that, you're into uh..thatyoureintogirlsandnotguys." I choke slightly on my own saliva. Great, the one thing I try to keep to myself, is the one thing that everyone manages to find about. I'm into girls. Gee, thanks for letting everyone know that Tommy.
"Wait, what did you say?" No, Addison, don't ask him that. Please don't.
"That she's not into guys." Thanks Blondie, really. "Oh." Awkward silence settles amongst us. What now.
"That last statement is only fifty percent true. I play for both teams... Does that bother any of you?" That's not exactly a total lie. I do guys sometimes. The guys all shake their heads no. No doubt thinking dirty thoughts in their minds. But the girls all stay quiet, then Stephanie speaks up.
"I don't mind, my dad's gay." She has a gay dad, that's kinda cool.
"So, what do you guys really think of me?" I had to ask.
"I think you'll fit right in. With us." Thanks Tristan.
"Yeah you know, don't sweat it." Thank you Sam.
"Susan also told me you're not the type to judge others. So we won't judge you." I'm gonna run out of thank you's. I suddenly realize that these people are my potentials for having friends. I smile my gratitude at them.
"So, you gonna tells us about you 'adventures'? We heard that you're a party girl. So did you really date that college chick and get buck wild with them older peeps?" Haha, the look on Tristan's face is so eager. I think I should clear some things up.
"Well, first of all, I wasn't dating a college girl, Ashley was a guy. Straight outta his mother's womb. And yeah I did like to party. But all that's a story for another day, right now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go get something to eat." They already know too much about me, I'll let them wait for the juicier stuff.
"Hey wait for us!" Guess I'll be getting food with Michelle and Stephanie.
The rest of the school day was pretty much the same. New. Now it's home time, though I can't help but feel a little weary as I walk out towards the car where Miljan's waiting. Does anyone else know that much about me? Only time will tell. Until tomorrow.
Yes, that was a long read, if you even managed to read all that. And if you did, congrats and please review and tell me what you think. It's been edited, thanks to the helpful encouragement of Sara Evans.