Author: Music's Unofficial Player PM
"I thought you hated me," he whispered. "I thought that, maybe, you wouldn't want to hear from me." "I thought I hated you too," I shook my head. "But now, I'm so confused. I don't know how to feel about you. I don't know what to think." "Shhh." He tucked my head under his chin. "Don't think," he said. "Just stay here with me."Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 30 - Words: 76,518 - Reviews: 92 - Favs: 68 - Follows: 68 - Updated: 04-05-13 - Published: 11-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3070377
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Okay, so here's a story from me :) I just needed to let go of some steam and so, I started a new story. It's a cliche`, but I hope you like it! Please review.
Introducing Saunti Cunningham
"Okay, guys enough!"
I looked at Sophie who was trying to, once again, break up my insult fest with Santana Cunningham; or, as everyone else liked to call him, Saunti. Personally, I preferred calling him Sauntard, but to each his own, I guess.
Sophie Brooks, my partner in crime, and one of my dear friends, started pulling me away from Sauntard and brought me to her locker.
"Soph," I said, my voice knowing. "You should already be used to the two of us arguing like this."
"Oh, trust me," said Sophie. "I'm too used to it. Iris, you and Saunti do this every single day. Don't you two get tired of it?"
I rolled my eyes at her. "Sorry Soph, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of telling him the truth."
She sighed and shrugged, obviously giving up on the topic.
"Geez, are you two having a lover's quarrel again?"
"Jordan, how can it be a lover's quarrel when I don't even like that jerk in the slightest?"
Jordan Foster, who was the smart blond bombshell of the group, another of my close firends, snorted at my question.
"Please," she said. "If you didn't like him, why do you keep minding him?"
I looked at her squarely. "I'd like to think of myself as a heroine for saving people to have to deal with that ass."
"And a fine ass it is." I looked at Kayla Brooks, Sophie's twin sister, and my third best friend.
It is extremely simple to tell the twins apart. Sophie, for example had choppy hair that was a fiery orange color. Kayla, on the other hand, had straight shoulder-length hair that was red and framed her face. Both of them, though, had blue-green eyes that were beautiful.
"Kayla, please," I said, my voice pleading. "Do not ever again associate the words 'fine' and 'ass' when the topic is Saunti."
As if on cue, all three of them rolled their eyes playfully at me. But, it was Kayla who decided to point out the obvious.
"Iris, you know it's true," she said, her voice taking on a dreamy tone. "He is tall, rugged, handsome, mysterious, and just plain sexy."
Jordan nodded. "And don't you just want to touch his hot and messy black hair? I bet you, it will feel like silk."
"And," Sophie added. "His eyes. They are the prettiest shade of midnight blue."
Kayla squealed as if she couldn't take it anymore. "Seriously, how can you not fall for him?"
"Uhm, his personality." I said, my voice flat, plain and simple.
Kayla waved it off as if that was inconsequential.
"Kayla, have you forgotten about Justin Vane?" My voice was teasing. "You know, the guy you have been in love with since second grade?"
"Iris, shut up!" I laughed as Kayla grew red in the face.
"Seriously, though," said Jordan. "Can I also add in the fact that Saunti can sing? His voice is just…swoon-worthy. Even if he is some jerk, his voice is certainly the best."
But I didn't relent. "Guys, he isn't just some jerk; he is the jerk. As in, he tops it all off, really. He is arrogant, rude, self-centered, egotistical, immature…are any of you even listening?"
My friends laughed at my choice of words and paid no heed to my remarks. I sighed.
Okay, I'll admit that Saunti was hot. It's just that, his personality didn't reflect the gorgeousness of his looks. But, I will be the first to say that, if ever he does change his personality (ha, nice joke), then, I may start to like him.
What started our rivalry, you ask? It's simple: He destroyed my music project. I feel more questions coming on, and so, I shall give a short history lesson.
Saunti and I were eleven when this happened. We were sort-of-friends back then, since we both had a few things in common; so, we decided to pair up for a certain music project. The assignment itself was easy—all we had to do was make a song. The song itself could be about anything. Anything.
Being eleven, we decided to make the song about our heroes from different comics. The experience was great; we went to each other's houses and worked so hard to produce this one song. I was fine working with Saunti, that is, until he changed the whole thing.
On the day of the deadline, he decided he wanted to perform something else entirely different. Of course, I got pissed. I mean, imagine working so hard for something and in the end, it is disregarded and thrown aside. I don't know about you, but to me, it sucked.
We kept arguing until he got our paper with the lyrics and ripped it to shreds. Was I shocked? Yes. Did I run away? Yes, I did that. Did he perform on his own? Yes, he did that too. Did he apologize to me afterward? Yeah, he did. Did I forgive him? Sure, at some point, I did. Can I ever forget what he did? No, never.
That, concludes our history lesson for today. You see, ever since that day, we have been enemies. Call me a grudge-holder, I don't care. But I worked my ass off for that song and he just ripped it to shreds. I can never forget that.
Moving on from that drama in three, two, one…
Currently, I was sitting on my desk, talking to the twins about our math homework.
"So," said Kayla. "Did you do the math homework?"
I looked at her blankly. "There was math homework?"
Sophie laughed. "You are impossible Iris." She handed me her paper and, as quickly as I could, got my own and started copying.
I grunted. "Only in math class am I ever like this, I swear."
Kayla smiled. "We know."
"Jordan should be here," I whined. Honestly, Jordan does not and will never, fit into the roll of 'dumb blond'. She may be blond, but she beat everyone's stereotypes by becoming one of the top ten smartest people in school. But, because of that, she has to take a ton of AP classes, most of which were without us. And so, I am now stuck in Algebra copying Sophie's answers when we all knew that Jordan would have the right ones. Ah, oh well, beggars can't be choosers.
My hand flew all over my page, quickly inserting numbers here and there. Until, finally, the final bell rang and the teacher walked in. Thank you God for giving me quick hands and awesome friends.
The teacher made us pass all our homework in, and as he was doing so, the door opened to reveal none other than Sauntard.
I groaned while all the other girls squealed and sighed. I was so hoping his nonexistent brain cells would make him forget that he had math class right now. Ugh. My eyes stayed glued to the front while he walked over to the chair behind me and sat down.
"Miss me, Reeves?" His voice, deep and sultry, taunted me.
"Don't even start right now Cunningham," I replied.
He snorted. "Are even listening to this bull?"
"Of course I'm not listening to you, Cunningham, I never do."
"Nice one, Reeves, really mature."
"Oh, and you're just the epitome of mature, aren't you?"
"Miss Reeves and Mr. Cunningham, is there something you two would like to share with the class?" I looked at our teacher with a straight and blank face. Well, one thing Sauntard is good for, it's getting out of trouble.
"Sorry, sir," he said. "I was just asking what the class was doing, see if I missed anything, since I was late."
The teacher looked skeptical for a moment before nodding. "All right then." He turned his back to the class to continue teaching whatever topic it was.
"And that," said Saunti from behind me. "Is how you kiss up."
I rolled my eyes, thinking about whether or not I should answer him, then thought better of it and just ignored him. The rest of the period, thankfully, was uneventful.
It was lunch already and to say I was starving was an understatement. Jordan was with me now, both of us having P.E. together, and we were walking to the middle table of the cafeteria to meet up with Sophie and Kayla.
"So, I heard from Kayla that you and Saunti were having a hot convo during math. Care to comment?" said Jordan. I brought my hand up to my eyes in pure irritation and made a mental note to myself to talk to Kayla later about those things.
"Jors, nothing happened. Cunningham was being an ass as usual and almost got both of us into trouble. That's it."
She looked like she believed me. She should. She knew that he and I, if put into the same room, would create trouble to the highest degree if ever given the freedom to do so.
As we entered the cafeteria, the first table we saw belonged to a group called 'The Girls'. They are basically the girly-girls of the school and they are the ones who create the most drama in the school. Do not ever get involved with them. Unless you want drama, then by all means, go ahead. All in all, they're bitchy so yeah, if you can't handle that then don't go near them.
Another group you should stay away from—'The Cutter's Club', as people liked to call it. These girls (yes, they were all girls) were pretty, rich, and famous by family rights. They had good lives, right? A family, a good education, a roof over their heads, three meals a day, medicine (if ever they need it). What more does a person need? Ask them. They seemed to find their lives 'miserable'. Because they found life to be unfair unto them, they cut themselves hoping to relieve the numbness known as life.
I would love to knock some sense into them and make them see how lucky they actually are. Three meals a day. That's more than a million kinds have per week. An education. Millions of people, not just children, would love to just experience being in a school, learning how to read and write. A family who cares about them. Other people never even knew how it felt like to be cared for.
Really, if you thought about it, a lot of people are extremely lucky. It's just that not many know how to be thankful for those blessings.
Now, I know that it's bad to stereotype people, but it's hard not to when they hang out with each other every single day. Then again, I was pretty sure people had a name for my group too, which is fine with me. A name is just that, a name.
"Hey look," said Jordan, pointing over to our table. "What is Saunti doing at the table?"
But, if we are talking about Saunti Cunningham, then no, a name is not just a name. It is the name we call one of the biggest mistakes of Mother Nature—Saunti Cuningham.
I pulled back from Jordan's hold. "No way," I said, panicking. "You are not making me sit there. Uh-uh, no."
But Jordan was a strong girl, and so, even as I sat on the linoleum tiling of the cafeteria, and even as people started to stare, she kept pulling me toward the table.
Jordan was able to, unfortunately, bring me to the table and put me on a chair. Next to Saunti. I glared at her.
"Really Jordan?" I seethed as she sat across the table from me, the last remaining seat. "And here I thought you were my friend."
She rolled her eyes. "C'mon Iris, there's nothing wrong with the seat."
"Oh, yeah, there's nothing wrong with the seat. There's something wrong with the person seated next to it. Preferably, the one on the left side."
Saunti laughed and wrapped his arm around me. "Admit it, Reeves. I make you nervous."
I slapped his hand away. "No, you don't make me nervous. Your existence just pisses me off."
He snorted. "Right. Which is why you talk to me so much."
"And who starts these amazing conversations again? Oh yeah, you."
"What's your point?"
"My point is that I never start the argument nor do I start the conversations with you. You start them all. In fact, I'm pretty sure that you start them because you want to talk to me."
He grunted. "Keep dreaming Reeves."
"Trust me Cunningham, if you ever appear in my dreams, those dreams will be nightmares soon enough."
"A beautiful nightmare, that's for sure."
"Define 'beauty', would you?"
"Why," he paused, pretending to think it over. "Me, of course."
I pointed to him with my index finger. "That is why you are the dumbest person I have ever met."
He was about to retort until his best friend, Shane Greene (definitely nicer than Saunti) stopped him from doing so.
"All right Saunti," he said, grabbing hold of Saunti's shoulders. He made Saunti stand up and pushed him to the lunch line. "Why don't we get you some lunch, bro?"
I watched as Saunti walked away with Shane right behind him. As I was doing so, I felt something flutter in my stomach, but I didn't think about it and passed it off as hunger.
I heard Saunti growl a little and looked back at me. I caught his glare. I smirked and waved my fingers at him.
"Point one belongs to Iris Reeves."
Chapter 2: Co-Captains
Sauti sighed and leaned against the wall and sat down on the floor. I looked at him with a raised brow, a silent question in my eyes. He met my gaze with a steady one.
"What? You know that they're going to take awhile in there. Might as well wait here while we can."
He actually had a point. I walked over to the empty space next to his and sat down on the cold floor. Okay, never in a million years would I have imagined myself in a position like this—sitting on the floor next to Saunti Cunningham, and we were not fighting. What the hell was the world coming to?