|Again and Again
Author: I'm Working On Forever PM
Anna is your typical teenage girl. Until Cole comes along. She hates him. Her brother's best friend. We've all heard that story right? Wrong. That's not it. There's something else too. Something that a couple of years back. Maybe the only reason she hates Cole, is because she loved him. Or maybe it's because he's just an ass.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,537 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 06-24-12 - Published: 06-17-12 - id: 3033084
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The car ride was pretty uneventful. Except the constant fighting for the radio. But that's normal. Neal wants to listen to rap. I know. Rap. Just the THOUGHT makes me sick. And me, great musically educated person that I am, want to listen to anything BUT rap.
We reach school and I get out of the car before it stops moving. I may get a ride every day, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it. Well firstly, my parents REFUSE to buy me a car. No, I don't get a car, but Neal does. Unfair, right? Well to top it off, maybe I didn't tell you but I'm a total bookworm.
That's not a bad thing, in fact it's one of the things that I like the most about myself, but being a bookworm means, people don't know I exist. Well, until they see me with Neal. Then it's strikes them that, "Oh! It's Neal Slade's twin sister." Yup. You heard that right. TWIN. Not that we look ANYTHING alike. Well…. I believe we discussed this before.
Anyway, I get out of the car ad walk into school. We aren't late, but we aren't early. And I hate not being early. I rush to my locker and pull out my books….. and then they all fall down. This. Is why I like being early. To leave room for error.
Due to lack of gentlemen and chivalry, in this sad pathetic age, nobody helps me with my books. So I pick them up, just in time. And then I go to class. I walk in JUST as the bell rings.
I sit through the entire Trig period impatiently. I'm waiting for an announcement, or a call, or an anything. I just want to know. If I'm in or out.
Ugh. The wait is excruciating. So painful. So. So. So. Painful. I am so tortured. I look around every 30 seconds hoping for somebody to show up. But nothing. Nobody shows up. By the end of it, I am so pissed I am ready to scream.
Finally. The bell rings. I go to my locker dolefully. I get out the books I need for next period and am about to turn and walk to class when, "Hey," Suze, my, for the lack of a better word, best friend, says. She has crazy, big red curls that are always bouncing around, because she is hardly ever down. No matter what she's always bouncing. She's one of those annoyingly happy people you see in movies.
"Hey," I say back, my tone reflecting my remorse.
"So, still nothing yet, huh?" she asks knowingly.
I shake myself sadly, and she grabs my hand and drags me to class, trying to get me to keep up with her.
The rest of the day passes In the same manner. Suze, desperately trying to cheer me up, and me maintaining my dismal composure. Until, that is, lunch.
Lunch. I like lunch. Food. I am not like most girls, I like food. A lot. So I serve myself, whirl around and straight into somebody else.
I know. Klutz, much?
So anyway, I bang into this person, and my plate goes flying, and his plate goes flying, and his plate land on me, and mine on him. And I go flying backward and this unknown guy falls on top of me. In most high schools, people would stop and stare for a long time, but not here.
Here, there's a moment of silence, and then they're back to doing whatever they were doing. My eyes that were screwed shut for the impact of my head hitting the floor, open slightly. Huh. That's strange. My head didn't hit the floor. Then I look around. First thing I notice is lasagne all over my favourite blue top. Shit. I loved that top.
Then I notice hands in my hair. That must have been why my head didn't fell the floor. Nice guy. Banged into me and then tried to protect me.
That's when I realize how furious I am. How dare he! That. Bloody. ASSHOLE. I cannot BELIEVE him.
"What the hell?" I ask angrily and as I look at face my anger fades. And then makes a quick and amplified recovery.
"Hey, Anna. I missed you," he says smiling that stupid smile of his, his blue eyes twinkling and his messy black hair falling into his eyes.