Chapter 1 Meeting Charlotte

Drew.

I can't believe I hadn't heard my alarm clock go off! It only sounds like a fire alarm. You'd think I'd wake up to that but no, sadly I am so deaf as to not have heard it for about half an hour!

In case you were wondering, I am Drew Henderson, the new transfer student who decided to move in the middle of the first semester. Today is my first day of school. The day that will decide my fate on who I will be and who my friends are. So far I've made a great job of messing it up. Maybe this is what people call being fashionably late.

Making a mad dash for it, I somehow wound up in Richmond High. I couldn't remember the room number my first period class was in so I shoved my hand into my right pants pocket to pull out my schedule I had gotten just a week ago. Okay, room 113 is where I need to go… I looked up from my schedule to read the number of the classroom closest to me just to find out that I was in the 400's. My life is screwed.

I ran around the deserted hallways of the school for about ten more minutes when I finally found my classroom which was on the other side of the school. Without anything prepared I just burst through the doors head first and stood in front of about 20 pairs of eyes while panting and shaking from the adrenaline rush.

"Excuse me, may I help you sir?" The man in front of the board, I'm assuming is the teacher, asked me with an irritated scowl.

"Um, I'm the new transfer student," I replied awkwardly.

"Ah right," The teacher nodded with a smirk and laid down the chalk he had in his hand to face me properly. "Mr. Henderson, I presume?"

"Yes sir," I nodded.

"Well, turn around and greet your fellow classmates," he said and I turned to face them.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but it's really nice to meet you," I said sort of rushed. A group of girls in the front of the classroom giggled and I could feel my face heat up somewhat.

"There's a desk open for you next to Charlotte," the teacher said pointing to a blonde headed girl in the back by the window.

The students took a quick glance at the seat next to Charlotte and quickly started whispering to each other. Did I do something wrong? All the students watched as I walked over to my new desk and started whispering again when I sat down.

"I feel bad for him," I heard one girl whisper to another girl next to her.

"I'd feel bad for anyone who had to sit next to her," A boy whispered to another.

What's wrong with this girl? I took a look at her and couldn't find anything wrong with her. She looked normal to me. I couldn't quite see her face though because it was turned away from me and looking out the window.

The teacher soon went on with his lecture which was particularly boring to me since it was about history. There's nothing interesting about reading about a bunch of dead guys. Already bored out of my mind, I thought I would introduce myself to the girl named Charlotte. I wanted to know why the students in this class didn't seem to like her.

"Hey," I whispered but the girl didn't turn her gaze away from the window. Maybe she didn't hear me, "I'm Drew."

The girl still didn't move. Was she deaf? I was determined to get some sort of reaction from this girl and was about to say something else but the teacher had noticed me.

"Mr. Henderson!" the teacher called. I still didn't even know the teacher's name.

"Yes," I said startled and stood up from my desk.

"Would you mind reading page 74 for us in your text book?" He asked.

"Yes sir," I replied and opened my book bag only to find that I had forgotten my textbook. Stupid alarm clock! I blame you!

I just stared into my book bag unable to think of an escape route. I could just tell the teacher I forgot my book but I'm pretty sure he'd yell at me and give me detention. Not so cool on your first day. I could ask someone for their book but who would share their book with me.

"We're waiting, Mr. Henderson," The teacher said tapping his foot impatiently.

CRAP! What should I do?!

"Um well," I was about to rat myself out but then I heard a sigh coming from the girl next to me. She picked up her textbook from her desk and without looking away from the window, held it up for me to take. The classroom became totally silent after that. Even the teacher seemed to be in some sort of shock. I didn't quite understand it all but I took the text book from her hand.

"Thanks," I said but Charlotte still didn't say anything to me. Even though, I was still grateful to her.

With the whole classroom still in some form of shock I proceeded to read out of the textbook and when I'm done it's like the class hadn't even heard me. The teacher didn't even move. Can someone please tell me what's going on?

"Um sir?" I said trying to get the teacher to break his trance. "Do you want me to read more?"

"Oh no," the teacher said coming back from wherever he was in his mind. Then started teaching like nothing had happened.

I sat back down in my seat and placed Charlotte's book back on her desk.

The rest of the day went on more normal, probably because I didn't sit next to Charlotte in my other classes. Surprisingly it seemed that Charlotte and I had the same exact schedule. It wasn't until lunch time that I didn't see Charlotte anymore. We just came from the same class so I thought we'd have the same lunch time but I didn't see her anywhere.

"Hey newbie," A pair of identical twins came up to me. They were dark haired and athletic. I noticed they must be on the baseball team. At least they always seemed to carry a baseball with them.

"Um hey," I said not sure how to talk to these guys or what they wanted.

"So how long have you known Charlotte Massinon?" The twin on my left asked.

"You two are cousins, right?" The other on my left asked.

"No, I've never seen her before," I replied honestly.

"There's no way," the one on my right said.

"Otherwise she'd never even noticed you were there," the one on the left added.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

The twins looked at each other with concerned looks.

"I guess he really doesn't know, Sam," the left one said with a shrug to his twin.

"Then you owe me five bucks Tuck," Sam said with a smirk. Tuck sighed and handed over the money.

"Don't know what?" I asked. It was frustrating. What was it everyone else knew but I didn't?

"Since freshmen year, Charlotte hasn't spoken a word to anyone," Sam explained.

"Not even the teachers," Tuck added.

"So," I shrugged. Maybe she just didn't like to talk.

"So? You're the first one she's ever even noticed!" Sam exclaimed.

"Well, what about her middle school years?" I asked.

"She just transferred here last year. No one knows where she came from," Sam shrugged.

"And of course she wouldn't say where," Tuck shrugged too.

"So what does this have to do with me?" I asked.

"Get her to talk to you!" The twins yelled in unison.

"No thanks. I'm not interested in the girl," I said with a wave.

"But you are interested in a seat in the cafeteria," Tuck said slyly.

"It's October now, most everyone isn't going to add another student to their table," Sam added with the same slyness.

"I guess you'll be all alone eating by the trash cans. How lame," Tuck said sticking his tongue out.

That didn't sound too cool. I guess being the new student did make me pretty low on the food chain. What these twins are offering me could very well seal my fate in the social class of high school sophomores.

"Okay, wait a second; you're saying if I agree to get her to talk you'll let me sit with you?" I asked to clear things up.

"That's the offer," the twins said.

"Fine," I agreed. I hope I just didn't get myself into something too weird.

"Hooray!" The twins cheered and high-fived each other.

Then they showed me to their table which was filled with members of the baseball team but that shouldn't surprise me. Most jocks sit with their team, at least stereotypically. After greeting each guy from the table I looked around a bit to see if I could spot Charlotte but she just seemed to have disappeared.

"Where's Charlotte?" I asked out loud to the twins.

"I thought you said you weren't interested in her," Tuck said with a sly smile.

"I am now that you guys want me to get her to talk," I replied still looking for her. Maybe I had missed her.

"Well, you won't find her," Sam said.

"Why not?" I asked now turning toward them.

"She eats her lunch in the classroom. She normally avoids large crowds for some reason," Tuck explained.

"Maybe she's just shy," I said trying to come up with a solution to Charlotte's strangeness.

The twins just burst out laughing and falling all over each other.

"Shy?!" Sam exclaimed between fits of laughter.

"More like antisocial!" Tuck added.

I sighed and rested my head in the palm of my hand. I guess since I just moved here I don't know much about the people or what goes on around here. I hope I can get into this loop soon. It sucks not knowing. And I wonder why am I the only one she's ever noticed before? Did I do something? Maybe she… likes me? No, I doubt the last one is true.

I looked down at my lunch tray and realized I had already eaten everything.

"Hey, I'm going to head back to the classroom. See ya guys later," I said before dumping my tray and heading back.

On my way down the hallway I heard a faint voice. I couldn't understand the words because they were far away though. Curious I followed the voice and made it all the way back to my classroom. I opened the door a crack and caught sight of blonde hair. I opened the door all the way and the voice fell silent. It was Charlotte and I seemed to have startled her. She quickly turned around and just stared at me. This was the first time I had gotten a good look at her face and I was speechless for a moment. She actually looked a little… cute.

"Were you talking to someone?" I asked but she only kept staring at me. Her dark blue eyes seemed to bore holes in my head. Was she just talking to herself?

She didn't seem like she was going to answer me so I just sat down in my seat and waited for everyone else to return from lunch. It didn't take them long. Once the first person walked into the classroom Charlotte planted herself back in her desk and looked down at her hands. Why does she avoid people so much? Is she really shy or maybe she's like one of those psycho murder killers that just waits in silence before snapping and massacring the whole school. I sure hope the last one isn't true. Otherwise my job to get her to talk has just added an enormous pressure to me. I glanced over to take a look at her only to find her staring out the window again. Nah, I doubt she'd be a murderer. She's small and almost looks like she could go back to being a freshman. I looked down at her feet and noticed she was swinging them! Her feet didn't even reach the floor! Exactly how tall is she? She could legally be a midget!

Soon the rest of class went by and I didn't see her in any of my other classes until I got to P.E. although, she had a different coach. I came out of the locker rooms to join my coach and classmates in the gym only to be surrounded by three girls I had seen earlier at lunch. I noticed them as the cheerleaders. The twins filled me in on who they were. Bridget, the red head, was the cheer captain; even though she's a senior she has a "thing" for younger guys. Kate, the brunette with short hair, was Bridget's closest friend that she shared all her secrets too. And Larah, the blonde, pigtailed, freshman that did everything Bridget commanded was pretty much her servant.

"Hey aren't you the new transfer student?" Bridget asked lightly touching my upper arm and batting her eye lashes at me.

"Um yeah," I replied feeling a bit awkward.

"Aw, he's so cute," Kate gushed making me blush. How lame. Why am I being targeted?

"I heard that Charlotte girl noticed you today," Larah said with a giggle. The upperclassmen girls glared at her. Clearly it wasn't her place to speak. Poor freshman.

"What is she to you?" Bridget asked.

"Wh-who?" I asked still feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Charlotte. You too aren't dating are you?" Bridget clarified.

"Oh. No, I've only met her today," I said shaking my hands.

"That's a relief," Kate said with a sigh.

"She's such a snob," Bridget said scrunching her face up in disgust. "She doesn't talk to anyone because she thinks she's better than everyone."

"Bridget tried being nice to her but she rudely ignored her," Kate said.

"She's such a bitch," Bridget added.

"Maybe she was just intimidated by upperclassmen?" I said. For some reason it didn't sit right with me hearing Bridget call her a bitch. She was weird but I don't think she qualifies as a bitch.

"Awe, that's so sweet that you think the best of people," Bridget gushed and squeezed my arm into her breasts which only made me blush a little more.

"He's so innocent," Kate added taking hold of my other arm.

"Awe," Larah piped up putting her hands to her cheeks.

Before I could take any more of this embarrassment the coach finally blew his whistle and had us sit on the hard floor of the gym to face him. He yelled at us for a good ten minutes about how we weren't allowed to be sissy's in his gym and about how he gets an hour to work us to the bone every school day. I have a feeling he was probably the football coach or something. After his "let's dominate the gym" speech he went on to tell us that we were going to be playing racquetball today against the other gym class. He went over the rules briefly then told us to kill which I'm pretty sure he didn't mean literally or he would be fired.

We were a big class so we had at least six different games going on at the same time. If you happened to lose another kid would replace you from the same team until everyone had played. The coach kept score for us. If one of us lost coach would yell at that person until they felt they were as small as an ant and hate their whole existence. He was pretty harsh for just a gym teacher.

When it came to be my turn, I found out that most the kids weren't that good at racquetball. I would take them out with just my serve. I did play tennis a lot when I was younger and it wasn't that different from racquetball. So far, each kid I faced was taken out with only my serves. It was getting to be pretty boring. I thought I'd taken them all out and apparently so did my coach who started mocking the other coach. I just stood in the background hitting the ball up and down with my racquet.

"Got anymore, Coach Perkins?" My coach goaded at the opposing woman coach with a smirk.

"Don't worry, you haven't bested us yet," The woman coach bared her teeth. "Massinon!"

I stopped bouncing the ball and watched as Charlotte came onto the court holding the racquet to her chest. I had totally forgotten she had gym at this hour too.

"If all you have is a little girl then I feel sorry for you," my coach laughed and then placed his big beefy hand on my shoulder. "Knock her out, son."

I didn't know why it was such a big deal but sure, I guess I'll play her. I don't think she'll really try to play though. From what I've seen of her today I'd guess she'd just be day dreaming while I continued to serve to her. Oh well.

I bounced the ball a couple times on the court then threw it straight over head and whacked it with my racquet. Like I thought, Charlotte didn't move a muscle as it spiked back down to the court.

"Out!" Our student referee shouted.

"What?!" My coach yelled outraged.

"It's out of the box," the ref. explained quietly a little intimidated. "Serve goes to Massinon."

That must have just been luck. There's no way she could have known. She was still holding her racquet to her chest and her eyes were looking far into the distance! Oh well, at least I get to have someone else serve the ball this time.

Charlotte walked slowly over to the ball and picked it up. Then even slower she walked back to the box while staring at the ball in her hand. A lot of groans erupted around the gym for her to hurry up but she didn't seem to have heard them.

As soon as she had reached back to her box she bounced the ball a couple times as I had. Then un-expectantly she glared over at me before throwing the ball upwards and spiking it over to me. I was so caught off guard that my brain didn't tell me to move and the ball bounced off my line giving her the first point… or so I thought.

"Out!" The referee called.

"What?!" Coach Perkins yelled in dismay.

"The ball didn't go in the box," the ref explained. I looked down where the ball had bounced and noticed there were skid marks from Charlotte's serve and they were just outside the box! What power!

I went to pick up the ball and looked back at Charlotte to see she had gone back to day dreaming again. Does she even want to play anymore? Oh well. I served the ball again but this time I had aimed carefully so that it would reach her box this time. She didn't move until the very last second and spiked it back. I wasn't going to let her catch me off guard this time so I rallied the ball right back to her. This rally went on for a while. Neither of us giving an inch. Who knew she was such a talented racquetball player? I guess surprising things only come from the quiet ones, right?

This rally didn't stop until the bell for classes to end was sounded and we had to go change back into our regular clothes. Charlotte and I parted ways into separate locker rooms and I could hear the coaches arguing about who won.

"Guess I've won again Lloyd!" Perkins smirked.

"What are you talking about, of course I've won," Coach Lloyd yelled.

"What are you saying? Charlotte is the one who got the point!" Perkins defended.

"No it was foul, remember?!"

"If I remember correctly, Henderson fouled out as well!"

This bickering lasted until I had finally changed back into my uniform and stepped out of the school building to walk back home. Finally this day was over! I don't think I can take another day of this. Too bad it's only the first day. 300 or so more days to go. Yippee. I don't think I'll last.

Before I make it to the school gate, I see Charlotte walking home as well. Maybe this could be my chance to get her to talk.

"Hey!" I called waving my hand and running over to her. Un-surprisingly, she took no notice of me and kept walking.

I shouldn't have felt as let down as I did but I was kinda getting tired of her ignoring me all day. I didn't feel like trying to talk to her anymore if I was only going to keep getting shut out so I didn't say anything after that. Strangely though, I felt like I was stalking her since we were going in the same direction. Soon we were away from school grounds and it was just me and her still walking in the same direction. Does she live in the same neighborhood as me or something?

"Yes," I couldn't believe it! Did she just say something?

"Wh-what?" It was too good to be true. Maybe my ears were playing tricks on me.

"I was talking to someone," Charlotte said in a whispery voice and turned around to face me. I stopped walking and just stared at her in a bit of shock.

Wait, she was talking to someone? Could she have meant that time I caught her in the classroom? She's just now answering that?!

"Who were you talking to?" I asked curiously.

"Sally, Jim, and Jared," She replied with as straight face. I don't think I've heard of those kids.

"Who?" I asked again.

"My friends," Charlotte explained even though that didn't really help me out. "Jim told me I should talk to you but Sally and Jared said it would be a bad idea but… I trust Jim."

"So you're talking to me?" I asked.

"Only to you," She clarified. "Don't tell any others though, or they'll try to talk to me too."

"Why don't you like talking to people?" I asked the question I've been wondering since the twins told me about her.

"I don't really like people," She replied and taking a strand of her hair and twirling it with her fingers before she started walking again.

She really does just think she's better than everyone, I thought thinking about what the cheerleaders said. So much for thinking about the good in people.

"What's wrong with people?" I asked.

Charlotte stopped walking and looked down at her feet. She stood there for a minute before turning around to face me again and points down another street, "I have to go this way. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait!" I called after her as she ran down the street. She stopped at my voice and turned around again.

"Oh and if you tell anyone about our discussion I will destroy you," She said this with the most horrific facial expression I had ever seen before taking off down the street again and out of my sight.

I take back that thought about her not being capable of destroying the school. She was much scarier than I thought. This is what I have to deal with in order to gain social acceptance?! I have a feeling I'm not going to like Richmond High…


A/N: Hey guys! :D Finally I got the first chapter done! I've noticed I kinda jump from place to place which bothers me but I'm too lazy to smooth out the transitions. I'm wondering what you guys think so far. Do you think this will be any good? I have also noticed that I don't really explain much about what Drew looks like or where he came from or where Richmond high is located that is because... I have no clue where I have located them nor do I have all of Drew's looks figured out. I also think it would be weird to have Drew describe himself. it just doesn't sound like him but in the next Chapter I'll have Charlotte describe him in her thoughts. Yes, I have found out how to put her in first person without confusing her with her three people in her head. but anyway I hope you like the chapter and I would love to hear any questions or comments whether positive or negative :) Thanks! :D