A/N: Thanks to ani-chi, OdetoPie, LitoxPoet, Ruby Kart and of course my self proclaimed number one fan(lol) for reviews on the first chapter. They made me smile.

To Ruby- Thank you for bringing that to my attention, I’ve just read a few books recently that use those terms, they’ve just kind of been stuck in my head… lol, but I’ll try to come of with some other descriptive stuff.

Anyways, hope you liked it thus far.

Chapter Two

“It’s your fault we’re in here.”

I grit my teeth.

“You know we could talk to make this less boring.”

I didn’t reply, but I immediately realized that I should have.

He took a deep breath in, “Stella, Stella, Ste-lla, Stell-a, Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella-“

“Do you always have to be this obnoxious?” I finally replied.

“No, but you force me to be.”

“Whatever.”

“So, Stella, want to hear a joke?”

I glanced at the clock and sighed, fifteen more minutes. “Go for it.”

“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s th-“

“Kanye West!”

I stared at him blankly.

“Ha.” He said flatly, “Stella, that’s funny, you’re supposed to laugh.”

“Oh, Randy, you’re hilarious.” Sarcasm was dripping from my voice.

We were quiet for a while and I was relieved at the silence. Not having to hear his voice was something great. The silence was music to my ears.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he asked.

“It’s simple, you made my life a living hell.”

“You did the same for me.”

“Yeah, well, you started it.”

“That was a long time ago though. I haven’t pulled a prank on you since you punched me.”

“Yeah, but there’s still the verbal abuse.”

“I haven’t said anything about you for a while either.”

“But you do say weird things.”

“Like?” he leaned over his desk closer to me, his dark eyes burning to know.

“You fantasize about me killing you. That’s weird.”

He laughed. I heard him laugh all the time, he was in all six of my classes, but it was a different laugh, it sounded odd to me.

“So basically, now you just hate me to hate me?” he asked regaining his composure.

“Nah, I hate you because you’re extremely obnoxious and aggravating.”

“How so?”

“Let me repeat a few minutes ago for you” I cleared my throat, “Ahem,” I took a deep breath in, “Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella.”

He laughed, “Sorry.”

That threw me off guard. Randy apologized? I’d never once heard that word come out of this mouth. It was strange. Almost like the first time you hear a foreign language.

The door opened and Mr. Cambridge popped his head in, “you can leave now.”

I grabbed my bag and hurried out the door, leaving Randy and that strange conversation, strange and actually functional conversation we had, in there.

“Later!” I heard him call, but I was just trying to get away from him.

Callie was sitting on the hood of my car, trying to soak up what was left of the sun’s heat. Yesterday was officially the last day of summer. And the weather had taken that as a sign to abruptly change.

“You’re too pale to tan, Callie.” I said getting my keys out of my tote bag.

She stuck her tongue out at me, “Not everyone can be as lucky as you with your Mediterranean skin.”

I grinned; I was twenty five percent Greek. The rest was just white, but I’d been lucky enough to get my some of my Grandpa’s genes. Let’s just say, by the end of summer, I looked good.

She got in the car and rolled down the window as I turned on the stereo, Stained came blasting on. I was into hard rock, I liked a lot of eighties stuff, and nineties, like Alice in Chains and Stained, or more recently things like Three Days Grace. But you get the picture.

“How was detention with gorgeous?” Callie asked running a hand through my shoulder length hair. She had a habit of playing with hair and since hers was too short (she’d cut it on a dare, being the dangerous and adventurous Callie she is) and currently spiked, she played with mine.

“It might surprise you to know we had a functional conversation.”

“Really?”

I nodded. I eased on the brakes as we approached a stop sign. A little boy was crossing the street with either his older brother or very young father, you could never tell these days.

“Yeah, he said he doesn’t hate me anymore, just likes to annoy me.”

“Why would he like to annoy you if he doesn’t hate you?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you go ask him, then you can talk to Mr. ‘gorgeous’ and I can get away from him.”

“Well, maybe you two can be friends now?”

“Only God knows.”

*

Callie stiffened when we pulled into my driveway. My older brother Jeremy was home, his car was sitting in next to the curb in front of our mailbox.

“You didn’t tell me Jeremy was home today.”

“I didn’t know.” I told her truthfully as I parked.

A love triangle was going on in my house. Callie had a humongous crush on Jeremy while my little brother Kevin had a crush on Callie. Jeremy was twenty-two, Callie, eighteen and Kevin fifteen. It was tough to deal with.

“I’m home!” I shouted as we walked in.

“Stella! In the kitchen!”

Callie was nervous and fidgety like she always was around Jeremy.

We headed down the hall to the kitchen and found Jeremy shirtless, with his head stuck in the fridge. Callie almost drooled seeing Jeremy shirtless, my brother always had a nice body, he hardly ever worked out too.

I wanted to gag.

He removed his head from the fridge and grinned at us. He wrapped his arms around me, consuming me in a bear hug. When he let me go he smiled at Callie, “hey Cal, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

He gave her a one armed hug and she smiled back at him, trying her best not to stutter, “I know, huh.”

“Hey, Jer, cook us up something delicious. We’ll be in my room, doing anything but homework.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes but agreed. He was currently attending the San Francisco Culinary Academy. He came home every couple weekends; it was only a two-hour drive or so from us.

I knocked on Kevin’s door and yelled hey, then went to my room. Callie flopped on my king size bed, “God, I love this bed.”

Kevin was looking at a paper when he walked into my room, shirtless. God, did every man in my house have to be shirtless every single freaking day? That’s all they ever did, walk around shirtless.

“Hey Stell, can you help me with this…” he looked up and saw Callie, he smiled, “H-hey, Callie, I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“Hey Kev,” she smiled, “You should never not expect to see me.”

He smiled at her, his eyes lingering on her for a long moment before he turned to me. “So Stella, can you help me with this?”

“What is it?” I took his paper from him and sat down in my beanbag chair.

“English, we’re reading The Crucible and they talk in archaic language, it’s stupid.” He said running a hand through his thick brown hair. All three of us, Jeremy, Kevin and I looked alike. We had the same olive skin tone, the same curly brown hair, and the same bright blue eyes. It was odd in my opinion, but oh well. It’s not like I’m exactly embarrassed to say I know them, or am related to them, they’re both studs.

“Which one do you need help with? The first three are right.”

“Number four.”

“Um… let’s see. What does Abigail mean when she says to John Proctor, “You are no wintry man”?” I read it aloud and looked at him. “Do you know what wintry means?”

He shrugged, “no, why?”

“Well, you should go figure out what that means, and if you still need help, let me know.”

He took his paper back from me and left my room, but not with out another look at Callie.

A/N: Odd ending, I know. But that’s alright, I lost inspiration for this chapter, so I didn’t just want to keep dragging it on. Hope you liked it :]

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