Chapter One - My New Best Friend
"Miss Knight, in case you hadn't noticed this is Biology, not English Literature. So if you would put the book away please?"
I glared up at Mr Aberforth, but didn't move my book. He sighed, gave up and returned to his desk. This was sort of a ritual we started last year. Now, two days into the new school year we were picking up where we left off. To be honest, I don't know why he still bothers. I've accepted the fact I'm failing his class, and so I no longer bother even listening. There were a few sniggers from my fellow classmates but most of them didn't even aknowledge our encounter.
Returning to my tattered copy of Dracula, I blocked out the sound of Mr Aberforth attempting to teach. I know what you're thinking, 'Dracula?' But no, I'm not some vampire obsessed goth kid. I just enjoy the classics. Heck, I enjoy most books. Most people refer to me as a bookworm, even my own mother. She has often complained that I even read during dinner. She once asked how I could spend so much time reading, I simply replied that it was more interesting than what was going on around me.
I've developed a talent of completing blocking out my surroundings and becoming totally absorbed in the prose in front of me - which is why I didn't notice the person at the desk next to me attempting to get my attention. It wasn't until he threw a bit of folded up paper at me, and it landed neatly on my book. I stared at it confused for a moment, almost as if it was an object from Mars.
Glancing around at my peers, I noted the boy next to me. I had no idea who he was; he must have been new this year. Trust me; I think I would have remembered seeing him around before. He was… good looking, as much as it pained me to say - well think. He had high cheeks bones, a firm square jaw, sparkling blue eyes and a mass of brown locks that sat messily on his head. He was smiling at me, flashing some serious pearly whites. I looked at him with a mix of incredulity and antipathy, but he seemed not to notice and gestured toward the folded up piece of paper on my book.
I picked it up carefully, fearing that it might explode (I wouldn't put it passed some of the kids at this school), and unfolded it to discover a message written in a neat cursive. I don't know about you, but I've always found boys handwriting to be more of a chicken scratch, and considering the scruffy appearance of my note writer, I found it quite surprising.
I take it biology isn't your favourite?
I read it three times and then stared at him sceptically. He just kept smiling at me. It was quite weird to be honest, that smile of his. I couldn't decide whether he looked like a kid on his birthday or a mental patient. In the end, I decided to just ignore him, crumpling up the note in my fist. I'm not good with small talk or most forms of conversation really. My mind quickly went back to the world of Jonathan Harker and Mina Murray, only to be bought back by another note that landed on my page.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. This boy was persistent.
Not one for chitchat?
I pulled a pen from my backpack, deciding that if my reply was rude enough he would leave me be. But what to write? The simple reply would be 'No', but that wasn't uncouth enough and I didn't know anything about this boy so a three thousand-word rant about how annoying he was wouldn't work. Glancing at him, I found him still smiling.
Quite smiling. It's creepy.
There. That was simple enough. I flicked it back onto his desk and tried to find my place on the page again, but before I could be sucked back into Dracula I heard deep chuckle from the next table over. Ugh. He found it funny. Maybe he was a mental patient? I didn't care. There was fifty-three seconds left of the lesson. I could make a speedy getaway and escape into lunch.
"I want your osmosis essays in on Monday. You're grades on this will be my basis for the project partners. Dismissed."
I slipped Dracula into my backpack and jumped out of my chair. Thankfully, I think I lost boy-with-creepy-smile. One of the benefits to being short, I easily get lost in a crowd.
Ahh, lunch. Everyone's favourite period. I spent mine at the back of the geography building; a wonderfully secluded area which consisted of a sullied picnic bench, overgrown grass and a lot of trash. My favourite thing about it? No one ever came here - even the caretaker, hence the trash. Therefore, I was free to do what I want for the next hour. This included eating an apple, smoking two cigarettes and reading more Dracula. Exciting, no?
I should probably clear a few things up, maybe a small introduction is necessary: my name is Kensington Antoinette Knight, I prefer Kenny though. I'm seventeen. I go to school. I'm half-French, half-English. I have a mother. No father. I'm an only child. I have no friends. I have a rather dismal outlook on things, but don't think I'm suicidal. I spend most of my time either asleep or reading. I guess I'm your classic everyday loner.
"Smoking kills, you know." My head snapped up at the unexpected voice. I narrowed my eyes at the smiling face of the boy sat across from me. Wow, I really do zone out when I read. How did he know I was here? I thought I lost him outside the science lab. Great, my wonderfully secluded area was no longer such.
I stared at the untidy boy in front of me as he observed our surroundings, "Nice place you got here."
"Why are you here?"
He just smiled at me, ignoring my question. God that smile was annoying. It was giving me goosebumps for some reason. I kept my eyes trained on him suspiciously, watching him as he grabbed my cigarette pack and took one out. He pulled a lighter out of his trouser pocket and lit up. I was frozen in my spot, like deer in headlights. What was he doing? First following me here, then taking a cigarette and now he's taking my book? This strange behaviour had alarm bells ringing brashly.
I examined the newcomer, as if I could find a clue in his appearance. Unlikely, but worth a try. Unkempt chestnut hair that stuck out at every angle, thick eyebrows, masculine features, quite tall - a little lanky I might say, loose necktie, school sweater that fit him nicely, shirt sticking out underneath, standardized black trousers and by the looks of it a pair of black sneakers.
Well, all that told me is he was rather dishevelled and probably a bit lazy. I groaned mentally, I was no closer to understand what was going on.
"I'm Sebastian." The shambolic male informed me, with yet another smile.
"Wonderful. Can I have my book back please?" I had finally mustered the courage to speak, thankfully my voice didn't betray me and 'Sebastian' here was none the wiser to my discomfort.
"You can have it back if you tell me your name." His goosebump creating smile transformed into a boyish grin, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Kenny." I said flatly. "Now my book?"
He slid it back across the table; I noted his long fingers with bitten nails for some reason.
"So Kenny," he threw the cigarette butt on the floor and fixed me with another smile. "You new here too?"
What? New? I'd been at this god-forsaken school for over five years now, yet the last year had felt like an eternity. Nevertheless, he didn't need to know about that.
"Oh? I just noticed you haven't spoken to any one all day." He ran his hand through his hair and pulled on his necktie. Those gestures would normally strike me as nervous actions but on him, they just seemed relaxed.
Wait - 'all day'? He'd been watching me all day? So it's not just his smile that was creepy.
"Stalker." Creepy creepy stalker.
All he did was let out a wolfish laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I looked down at my book and growled a little. I had relaxed slightly, no longer believing that he was an immediate threat, although my guard was still up.
"You're not much of a talker are you?" He said after a few minutes silence. I glared at him in response, "Don't worry. I can talk for both of us."
Great, this boy was under the impression I was his new best friend or something. Ugh. Do. Not. Want.
"I just moved here, my Dad got a transfer at work. This place seems nice enough though. Haven't had time to properly check out the town, you can show me around after school maybe."
I raised my eyebrows even higher, if that was possible. Hell no. I was not playing tour guide. I opened my mouth to inform him on this, but he carried on.
"I used to live in the city, always something to do. But you guys must have a cinema, mall, bowling alley at least."
We had all three, but I wasn't about to tell him that. He was still talking, I just wasn't listening. He wasn't kidding when he said he could talk for both of us. I was surprised at how comfortable he was talking to a perfect stranger. I stared at him in a bizarre mix of admiration and disbelief. I knew I probably looked constipated, but to be honest I'm not one for appearences.
He glanced at his watch, and made a funny face. I couldn't help but think that he looked quite cute before mentally slapping myself. Oh dear. This was going to be a difficult year.
I had been too busy staring at him and berating myself to realise he had asked me something.
"I asked you what class you've got next; lunch is over in five minutes." His ever-present smile grew bigger, as if he'd known what I'd been thinking.
"Me too! Mr Wong?" I nodded solemnly, I was stuck with this boy whether I liked it or not apparently. He stood up, grabbed me gently by the elbow and dragged me along with him in the direction of the main building.
Again, this is going to be a difficult year.
The math classroom was reasonably empty when we arrived. I took a seat at the back, and pulled out my book. Sebastian took the seat on my left, and I shifted uncomfortably. I really didn't want him following me around everywhere. My eyes darted to the door when I saw a familiar figure walk through and I unconsciously slouched in my seat, hoping she wouldn't see me. Too late.
"Look, it's Little Miss Desperate."
Jennifer Brookes. The cliché queen bee of St Margaret's. Blonde hair, big boobs, short skirt. You know the type. And of course, she was my mortal enemy of sorts. During my years at school, Jennifer and I never got along. The first few years, she barely acknowledged my presence. Last year a few things happened, things that I preferred not to talk about, and now I was number one of her hate list. What can I say? It's a privilege.
Oh and what's with my wonderful nickname I hear you ask? Yeah, let's not go there. It's a long story.
Jennifer's cohorts, those mindless sheep that copied her every move, giggled from behind her. She flicked her golden locks and fixed me with an evil smile.
"I'm surprised you came back this year, I thought you would have transferred."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sebastian looking at both of us curiously. My lips formed a tight line and I kept staring down at my desk, maybe she'd go away if I ignored her long enough. Thankfully, I was saved from further embarrassment when Mr Wong, my new favourite teacher, walked into the classroom and told everyone to take his or her seats.
"What was that all about?" Sebastian whispered, leaning towards me. In response, I glared at him. He got the message and backed off, hands held up defensively.
I sort of wish I had transferred.
a/n; so merci for reading, hopefully you'll review! even if you didn't like it, please tell me why. i need to know so i can improve.
you think my style of writing is bad? or is it too 'he did this, then she did that, the he did this' sort of thing? do i need more internal monologue? or more dialogue? what about my characters? anything you utterly hate about them? anything that particularly bugged you about this chapter? how was my spelling/grammar?
oh, and just so you know the character of Sebastian has always looked a bit like Robert Pattinson in my mind. mainly because i was watching harry potter at the time of writing (: