Summary: An ordinary 17 year old girl, Raina Johnson,is infatuated. Infatuated with a rather mysterious bad boy, Travis Thompson, who just so happens to be a Goth. The only problem is that Travis tends to be very distant toward almost everyone who comes in close proximity with him, making it nearly impossible for Raina to even talk to the guy. So, what happens when Trent Anderson (Travis's best and yet very annoying friend) finds out about Raina's obsession over Travis and comes up with, what he thinks is, a brilliant plan to bring the two of them together?
The start of it all
I was sitting in my geometry class, taking the notes that were written on the board, and listening to my geometry teacher drown on in that monotone voice of his about supplementary lines and what not. Exciting isn't it? I suppose I couldn't complain too much though, seeing as I did do quite well in this class. However, my grades weren't what made the time go by quicker. What did was the guy sitting two desks ahead of mine who went by the name of Travis Thompson.
And let me tell you, Travis Thompson is the hottest guy to have ever walked the face of the earth. I swear he is absolutely just gorgeous. He's tall, probably only an inch or two short of a foot taller than I am. He has dark hair and stunning blue eyes. He has a few piercings. One on his lower lip, two on his right ear, one on his left ear, and one on his left eyebrow. One thing I've always noticed after gawking at him all the time was that he usually wore a gray or white long sleeved shirt with a black t-shirt on over it. Along with that, he wore baggy black pants with a spiked leather belt and various chains, straps, and buckles dangling from them. Numerous rings gleamed from both his hands along with a spiked leather wristband on his right wrist.
I stared at the back of his head as he sat there slumped in his seat, obviously not paying attention to a single word the teacher was saying. With a bored sigh hecrossed his arms over his chest while turning his head to talk to his friend, Trent Anderson, whom was sitting toward his left.
Trent's appearance was somewhat similar to Travis's. He has long jet black hair with dark blue streaks in it. He always wore a black t-shirt with extremely baggy black jeans that also had chains and buckles on it. He has two piercings. One was on his chin and the other was on his bottom lip. He had a single ring on his finger, which is in the shape of a silver skull with fierce red eyes.
"Mr. Thompson, where do you think you're going?" Mr. Lewis asked sharply.
I looked over towards Travis who I noticed had gotten up out of his seat and began striding out of the classroom towards the door. He turned around and answered, "Anywhere, but here."
With that, he turned back around and headed out of the classroom.
I cursed under my breath at the chunk of metal standing before me. God I hate my locker. I swear it can be such a pain in the ass sometimes trying to get the damn thing to open. I am going to be late for class for the 2nd time this week if I didn't hurry up.
After trying the combination for practically the 10th time I grew frustrated and began to kick violently at it. Not that it would really do anything of course, except cause the people walking by to shoot me confused looks as if I had some kind of a mental problem or something. Not that I really cared what they thought of course.
After about a minute or so, I gave up and glared at the thing.
"Why won't you open?"
"Having trouble?" An amused voice asked from behind me.
I turned around to look at my intruder and found out that it was my friend Matt. Matt is one of my closest friends at school. Actually he was practically my only friend at school. Sad I know, but it's the truth. Most of the kids in school don't really care to talk to me or even acknowledge that I am there. I suppose it's because I wasn't a preppy girl with a high pitch squeaky voice like all the other girls here at Westside High. The way most kids saw it was that if you weren't like them, than you were classified as boring and nobody will want to talk to you. Not that I even really cared of course. If they didn't want to be my friend because I'm not like those girls than fine. They are obviously too judgmental for my liking anyway.
Matt was one of the very few people in this school who actually took the time to get to know me. He was like an older brother with the way he always cared so much about me and such. Although this does get rather annoying sometimes when he feels the need to shield me against anyone who appears to be even the slightest bit threatening.
"My locker refuses to open," I told him.
"Here let me try," he said, gently pushing me aside as he gave it two hard strikes with his fist causing it to open with ease.
"Ta dah," he cheered, while stepping aside and raising his arms in the air toward my locker proudly.
"How'd you do that?" I asked in surprise. Sure, it works for him, but when I kick and pound on the thing for well over 20 times, it still won't budge. All he has to do is hit it twice and like magic, it opens willingly for him.
"Well they always give me the shitty lockers so I pretty much just know how to open any one of them now," he said.
I laughed at this and than after remembering something I asked, "Say when is—."
My sentence was cut short when I sensed someone standing right behind me. I looked up at Matt and realized he must have noticed too as I saw him glaring threateningly at the figure behind me. Wondering who it could possibly be I spun around only to find Trent standing there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looked down at me with a wide grin on his face.
Wait. Why was he looking at me like that? It's not like we were friends or anything. In fact, I can't recall ever saying a single word to the guy. Maybe he knows Matt. Yeah, that has to be it. Than again, Matt never socialized with Goths. Every time he looked at one, he shot them a death glare as if they were capable of murder, like the way he was looking at Trent right now.
I gave Trent a questioning look, as he continued to stare down at me. Ok I am beginning to feel very uncomfortable right now. Why does he keep looking at me like that?
Finally, he spoke up.
"Hello Raina." He greeted happily. "How are you doing?"
I didn't respond. My mind was loaded with too many questions about Trent and questioning why he was talking to me. Me of all people.
"Well, aren't you going to answer me or what?" He asked after a long pause, his grin growing wider.
Just as I was about to finally answer him Matt jumped in before me looking very angry at the moment and yelled, "Fuck off freak, she doesn't want to talk to you."
I gaped at my friend in shock. How could he say that to someone?
Looking over at Trent I noticed he didn't appear to be fazed in the slightest by Matt's sudden insult. Instead, he just smirked at him and asked, "How do you know she doesn't want to talk to me?"
Matt didn't bother to answer and instead said a bit more calmly but still very threateningly, "I said, fuck off."
Yeah, remember when I said he can be very annoying, not to mention rather embarrassing, when it comes to protecting me against certain people. Well, right away, I knew this was going to be one of those moments where he felt he needed to do just that.
"I know what you said," Trent sighed carelessly as he rested himself against the dark blue lockers, not bothering to move.
Matt wasn't going to have it though.
"God damnit why don't you just go screw yourself for all I care," Matt's face grew with fury.
"Screw myself?" He chuckled, while raising his eyes toward the ceiling, trying to appear as if he were in deep thought about something before coming to a conclusion. "Well, I would," he drawled, "but you know I find that quite impossible to do seeing as—"
He didn't finish his sentence as we both heard Matt growl loudly in anger, clearing becoming more and more irritated by the minute.
Trent gave him a curious look and jokingly asked, "Are you feeling alright there buddy?"
"I'll feel much better once you get the hell out of here," Matt said angrily.
"MATT!" I screamed now becoming fed up with him. "He's not doing anything ok, so stop acting like a jerk and be nice."
Matt looked at me as if I were the insane one here.
"I don't care what he is or isn't doing I just want him out of here."
"Aww you mean you don't like me?" Trent pouted, while trying to put on the best frown he could muster.
"You got that right," Matt said. "So why don't you just go run a long with your other freakish goth friends and fuck off."
"Someone sure is in a shitty mood today huh?" Trent smirked, still not bothering to move as he brought his foot up to rest against the lockers as well.
Matt didn't answer, but instead asked, "What the hell are you doing here anyway?"
"Glad you asked," Trent smiled while flashing his eyes toward mine. "I actually came here to ask Raina something."
I looked up at him in surprise. He wanted to ask me something? What could he have possibly wanted to ask me?
Matt opened his mouth, but before he was able to speak, a voice down the hall yelled toward him, "Yo Matt are you coming? We're gonna be late!"
"Yeah I'll be right there," he hollered at his friend before turning back toward me. "I've gotta go now, I'll catch ya later." His gaze then snapped towards Trent. "And you better watch yourself if you know what's good for you." He threatened before turning around and walking quickly down the hallway.
"I don't think he likes me very much does he?" Trent remarked sarcastically after Matt was out of earshot.
"Um…yeah, I'm really sorry about him." I apologized. "He has a problem when it comes to meeting…um." I was about to say Goths but thinking that would sound a bit harsh towards Trent I instead said, "new people.Yeah, he doesn't like meeting new people." I let out lamely.
Trent gave me a funny look, but didn't say anything.
"Um…look I really have to go now," I said quickly while looking at the clock and than down the hallway, which was now beginning to clear out as students entered their classrooms. "I have to make it to English class on time."
"Whose your teacher?" He asked.
"Mrs. Mason," I answered.
"She's out today you know," he told me.
I gave him a questioning look, wondering how he knew that.
"I have her first period," he enlightened me. "She's sick or something so our substitute, Mr. Simons, is filling in for her so you don't have to worry."
Right away, I knew what he was talking about. Everyone who knew Mr. Simons knew that he was by far the coolest substitute to have. He didn't care what you did. You could befourty minutes late to class and he wouldn't bother to do anything about it. The only thing he would do would be to pretend that he didn't see you as you walked into the classroom.
"Well, that's a relief," I sighed. "So… what was that question you wanted to ask me again?"
Smiling he said, "Oh, that. Well, you're in my geometry class right?"
"Yeah, I am," I replied.
"And you get A's in that class don't you," he questioned further.
"For the most part, yeah," I answered, wondering where he was going with this.
"Well, I'm failing that class," he said. "If I don't pick my grades up soon I'll have to wind up taking the class again next year, so I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with it? You know, sort of like a tutor."
So that's all he wanted. For me to help him with math. Well I suppose I could do that. I mean even though I just started talking to him he seems like a pretty ok guy right? Even though Matt clearly didn't see it my way of course and probably never would, but who cares what he thinks.
"Sure," I smiled. "I can tutor you. You can probably just come to my house after school today and we can start from there."
It was then I wrote him the address to my house on a small piece of paper. We both agreed to start the tutoring at around 6:30 tonight. He gave me a quick thanks as he took the crumbled piece of paper (the one that held my address) and shoved it into his pocket as he strolled down the hallway.
A/N: Ok so this if my first attempt at writing a story on FP. I know that my writing and grammar may not be all that wonderful, but I'm young and still learning so please bear with me. Also this story is cliché if you haven't noticed yet so if some parts of my story sound similar to others, than I am sorry. I don't do it intentionally or anything. It just happens. Furthermore, please do NOT flame me. If you don't like my story than please just don't even bother reviewing. I will except constructive criticism though. I love it when people look into my story and try to help me out with any flaws it might have and tell me where I can improve.
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