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Chapter One
“Hey, did you hear? There’s a new kid in school.” One of the people in the classroom said.
“Yeah, I heard that he was really hot.” A girl said, fantasizing about what he might look like with her friends.
“Well I heard that he was a delinquent who’s been in juvenile prison before.” A guy said.
“He sounds dangerous.” A girl said to her fantasizing friend after gasping.
“If that’s the case then we better steer clear of him.” Another guy said.
“Amy, what do you think?” A brunette asked a blonde haired girl who was sitting at her desk, head in hands and elbows on the desk while staring outside.
“I think that all this talk is quite annoying. I just wish that he would come already so that everyone would stop gossiping about what he might be like.” Amy said, bored.
“Someone said that he’s going to be in our class. I hope he’s not really a delinquent; he might cause a lot of trouble. It would be a shame if people got hurt.” The brunette said.
“Oh yes, a real shame.” Amy said, effectively hiding her sarcasm from her worried friend.
“Alright class, sit down and be quiet.” The teacher said as he walked into the classroom.
Everyone obliged, curious about the new student who would be coming in very shortly.
“Now, I’d like everyone to meet our new student. Come on in.” The teacher said.
In walked a boy that caught everyone’s attention.
He had pitch black hair spiked up in all directions that was fairly long. He had bangs sweeping across his forehead from a part on the left side of his face to cover the top of his right eye. His bangs were the only pieces of hair on his head that didn’t have gel in them, just laying flat against his skin. His skin was pale, smooth, and a creamy color and he had surprisingly golden eyes. He had several piercing on both of his ears, his right eye brow, a stud on the left side of his nose, and a lip ring right in the middle of his bottom lip. He also wore a smirk while his eyes danced with mischief.
He was in definite violation of the school’s dress code. Where other boys had the shirt of their school uniform tucked into their pants and a belt around their pants, this boy’s shirt was outside of his pants and you could see a black belt with small metal spikes on it around his pants. His tie was loosened and his shirt was unbuttoned a couple buttons so that you could see the top of his chest. There were even metal chains attached to his pants that clinked when he walked and a thick black leather choker around his neck with long, sharp metal spikes sticking out of it.
All in all, he definitely looked like a juvenile delinquent.
“Please state your name.” The teacher said, startled by his appearance.
“Andy.” The boy said, his voice sending chills down the students of the classroom’s backs, including Amy’s.
“Got a last name?” The teacher asked, impatient as he always was.
“White.” Andy replied.
The teacher sighed and looked at the seating chart that was lying on the top of his desk.
“Well, Mr. White, there’s an empty seat behind Amy in the back.” The teacher said and then looked up. “Amy, please raise your hand.”
Amy slowly raised her hand, with her elbow on the desk so her hand only went as high as the length from her elbow to her fingertips would allow. Her expression of boredom had once again returned, although it wasn’t at all how she was really feeling on the inside.
Andy took his time in walking to the back of the classroom with his hands in his pockets, looking quite cool. His smirk was still in place and already the girls in the classroom were fawning over him, although he just stared into Amy’s blue eyes, not looking away. Amy could’ve sworn that she saw black eyeliner around his eyes.
Amy had lowered her hand once Andy had started his walk toward the seat behind her. Now she just sat there and looked into Andy’s eyes just as he was looking into hers. Their connection was broken, though, when he passed her and took his seat in the desk behind her, placing his black book bag on the floor beside him.
Once the lessons began, Amy went right back to staring out of the window again, unaware of the eyes watching her from behind.
Even if she was aware of the pair of eyes observing her, she wouldn’t have reacted like other girls would have if they found out.
Amy wasn’t like that. She didn’t act all giddy or spend most of her time gossiping. She found most of it annoying and a complete waste of time.
She also rarely ever paid attention in class. The teachers had given up on her long ago after figuring out that their efforts were futile.
Friends were not abundant in school for her. No one knew who she hung out with outside of school, but inside school she had one or two people that she was friendly with and tolerated the most, but that was it. Everyone respected her though, well, most everyone. Amy guessed that deep down inside they were afraid of her. Whenever she was mad or frustrated or angry they would apologize and quickly leave. Sometimes people did those things even when it only looked like she was about to get mad, frustrated, or angry.
Amy didn’t know why people were like this. She guessed it was her attitude and the way she acted. They must have thought that she was mysterious and therefore dangerous.
Stacy, Amy’s polite, nice, friendly brunette friend, being the optimistic person that she was, believed that there was good in everyone.
And as Andy sat there, watching her, he saw something that no one else in that classroom at that very moment could see: the true loneliness expressed so clearly in her eyes. It was as if her inner-self was subconsciously crying out, silently pleading for someone to look in her eyes and find her pain, to find it and save her from it. Even only looking at her eyes from a side-view, Andy could see what her eyes hid when people were watching her, the untold pain and unshed tears that she lived with every day. It was this that intrigued him and made him want to find out more about her. This, however, was absurd and ridiculous and if Amy had ever been told something so preposterous she wouldn’t know what to do, whether to burst out in unstoppable laughter or to punch the person who had said it.
The bell rang with no warning and Andy jumped, so lost in thought that he had forgotten about everything else entirely.
Andy stood up along with everyone else and slung his black backpack over his right shoulder. He followed the crowd out of the door, watching Amy walk down the halls to her next period class, ignoring everything around her, and her little friend struggling to get past the people in the hall to catch up with her.
In the hall, when Stacy did catch up with Amy, she smiled at her and said, “Amy, tonight we’re holding a fundraiser for the children’s hospital. I was wondering if you would mind coming and doing palm reading? Everyone would be really excited for it. Your predictions always come true when you read my palm.”
Amy just frowned in reply.
Andy, who had been close behind—with an excellent sense of hearing—furrowed his eyebrows, even more intrigued. This girl’s predictions when palm reading came true?
“Stacy, I’m not psychic. If anything I told you came true it was out of sheer luck, or your subconscious made everything that I said happen just so that you believed that it was true. I refuse to do palm reading; I don’t even like doing it. So I did it a couple of times in middle school, that was it; and only because you begged me.” Amy said seriously.
“Please? When I tried palm reading I was completely off. So you cannot say that your palm reading was merely luck.” Stacy said.
“It was luck, and nothing else. Or perhaps this was all just a bad dream and you woke up screaming because I predicted that your head would be chopped off by undead lawyers.” Amy said sarcastically.
“If you predicted that then I’d fear for my life.” Stacy shivered.
Amy frowned at her and said, “Stacy, come back to reality. Palm reading, part of fortune telling, is just some ruse to make money off of superstitious people and also a form of entertainment for young girls who are hormonal and pubescent. It defies every law out there. If you don’t believe me, ask any teacher in this school.”
“What about—,”
“The theater teacher doesn’t count.” Amy said. The theater teacher was a superstitious woman who was quite annoying because of it. She was a drama queen and overly dramatic about every single little thing.
The two reached a fork in the road.
“See you later.” Amy said, “And my answer isn’t going to change.”
Stacy sighed and said, “Fine. Bye.”
The two went off in their separate ways.
Andy followed Amy. His next class was down the same hallway. He kept on thinking about what she had said. He wondered why she seemed so against it. Did something happen to her that made her this way?
Amy walked into her next class and immediately took a seat in the far back corner, opposite from the door in the front of the classroom. There were no windows in this room. The walls were white, the tiles on the floor were white, everything on the teacher’s desk was white and perfectly organized, and all the chalk lined up perfectly in a row on the ledge of the chalkboard was white.
This room felt like a hospital, if not a mental institute, to every one of the students who passed through here. Some of the teachers even got chills coming into this room. One time Amy had overheard her math teacher talking to her science teacher about how when she went in there the first time, she felt like she was in an insane asylum.
Amy rolled her eyes at the memory.
As the rest of the class filed in—her being the fifth one into the room—Amy saw that Andy was in this class as well. Since the teacher was not here yet, he just took an empty seat beside her. Every seat was assigned in this class, the teacher having obsessive compulsive disorder and all, always needing everything to be just perfect and neatly organized. He would have put Andy next to her anyways, since that was the only open seat there was in the room.
Andy looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and smirked.
Amy saw him smirking and looking at her from her peripheral vision. She inwardly groaned.
She hoped he wasn’t going to be another one of those guys, the incredibly annoying ones who just wouldn’t give up. She wasn’t intimidated at all by his appearance; it just made him look cocky with that smirk of his. One thing he’d learn quickly if he tried anything is that she wasn’t one to fall for the ‘dangerous’ type of guys.
The teacher walked in then and all eyes went to him. He may have been a nerdy, OCD, crazy teacher, but he was extremely strict and harsh when things weren’t his way.
At the end of the day, Amy had found out that Andy was in every single one of her classes. For crying out loud, that was a bit much. Especially when the only class period where he didn’t sit anywhere near her was the period before last. Last period was with the teacher who loved matchmaking with her students, even though it wasn’t professional and probably against the school rules. Amy swore that if she ever tried to get her and Andy together, something very…unpleasant…would happen to that teacher; she would make sure of it.
Stacy caught up with Amy in the courtyard of the front of the school while Amy was walking toward the sidewalk on the street. She walked to and from school.
“Hey—,”
“My answer’s still no.” Amy told her immediately.
Stacy smiled and said, “That’s okay. I found someone who volunteered to do it. So you don’t have to worry now. I don’t know how good his predictions are, but someone is better than no one. You’ll come to the fundraiser, right?”
“If you insist,” Amy said to her with a sigh, like the whole thing was a huge drag.
Stacy frowned. “That’s not very nice.”
Amy looked at her out of the corner of her eyes and continued to walk. “Of course I’m coming, silly.” She said as she gave her friend a slight smile. Only special people got to see her smile. “You volunteer there and you’re my best friend, I wouldn’t miss out on all the hard work you’ve put into it.”
Stacy grinned. “Oh Amy, thank you!” She said happily.
Amy’s smile slowly disappeared. “Anytime,” she said.
Andy had seen her smile and his eyes twinkled. Her smile, even only so small that you couldn’t see it from a distance, had been better than all the smiles of any other girl he’d seen put together.
“So, you wanna know who’s filling in for you?” Stacy asked.
“I have a feeling that you’ll tell me no matter what I say.” Amy said, “But go ahead and tell me anyways.” She really didn’t care, but if it made her friend happy, she would hear it. She liked to make her friend happy, unless the circumstances were those that she was not willing to go through with, like palm reading. She was glad and relieved that Stacy had found someone else so quickly, meaning that she wouldn’t bother Amy about it.
“It’s Andy, the new guy.” Stacy said and immediately the small smile fell from Amy’s face, though Stacy didn’t seem to take notice. “He’s really intimidated; I was scared when he approached me. But I couldn’t let the opportunity to get a palm reader pass, so I accepted his offer and told him when and where it would be held at. I also told him that if he had any questions or anything that he could ask me freely in school.”
Amy gave a slight smile again. “I’m proud of you.” She said. Stacy was really bad when it came to talking to boys and she had done surprisingly well considering the way that Andy looked.
“Thanks. I feel so terrified yet excited at the same time from talking to a guy like that.” Stacy said with a grin.
“You should be happy; you’re braver today than you’ve been in the past. Pretty soon, my little friend will be growing up and asking boys out.” Amy said as she wiped an invisible tear from her eye and gave a fake sniffle to emphasize her sarcastic point.
Stacy laughed and said, “Ha, ha, very funny.”
The two reached the sidewalk and turned right, needing to head in the same direction to get to both their houses.
“You know, you should really have a long conversation with Miss Monroe.” Stacy said with her finger on her chin.
Amy gave a dry laugh. Miss Monroe was the matchmaking teacher. “She only likes to set up her students because she can’t get a date for herself. And no, I shall never talk to her about something like that. Tell you what, when you get a boyfriend, I’ll get a boyfriend.” She said.
“Deal,” Stacy said as she stuck out her hand and stopped walking.
Amy stopped as well and took Stacy’s hand, shaking it and making it official. Amy inwardly smirked. It would take Stacy a long time to get a boyfriend, she was sure of it, meaning she had nothing to worry about anytime soon.
“Well, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Stacy said as they came to a corner.
“See ya,” Amy said.
Stacy turned right and continued walking down the sidewalk. Amy waited until a red light and then walked across the front of cars to the sidewalk opposite the one she was standing on and continued straight. She wasn’t oblivious to the eyes watching her.
“I’m going out mom.” Amy said.
“Okay, don’t stay out too late. You have school tomorrow and I don’t want you to fall asleep in class. Tell Timothy to say ‘hello’ to his parents for me.” She called from the living room.
“Alright,” Amy said and then left the house, locking the door with her keys after she had left. She put her keys in her left jean pocket and proceeded down the sidewalk. Her mom knew where she was going, who she was meeting, and what she was going to be doing. She had always known.
Amy put the collar of her trench coat up, covering up the back, left, and right of her neck, leaving only the front showing. The cool breeze of evening brushed against her legs and swished the bottom half of her trench coat back to blow in the breeze.
Amy walked six blocks until she reached her destination, the local private park that was reserved for those with passes. It was large and full of green hills with short grass.
The gate opened up in front of her, allowing her to enter. She walked on the sidewalk that led through the park as she heard the gate close behind her. The sidewalk formed into a circle without the center of it. There were four benches equally placed around the circle and a bonfire was in the middle, illuminating the faces of the others there.
“Amy, you came right in time. Before we begin, there’s someone I want you to meet. He’ll be a new addition to our little family.” The eldest person there, who was in his early thirties, said with a smile.
Suddenly, a swish of cloth was heard, and Amy had become face to face with golden eyes and a cocky smirk.
(I didn't mean for that to ryhme. Lol. XP)
