First Day...
"Ariana, it’s time to wake up, you have school today honey." My mom’s soft voice said pulling me out of my deep sleep.
"Alright mum, I’m up." I groaned in response.
"Ok then sweetie you have two hours and 30 minutes."
With that she left me to get dressed. I crawled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I am so not used to this whole time change thing. In London it’s 2:30 pm and all of my old friends are in last period almost out of school. Oh no here in Colorado it’s 5:30 am and I’m just getting ready for school. I’m still trying to get used to this, this new life. Even after three years it still feels as if we just moved here. I miss my old friends, my old school, and I miss…Cory.
It’s gotten a little better since he died in that wolf attack but it’ll never be the same. Mom said she got a new job and that’s why we d to leave our cozy home in London but I knew that was a load of rubbish. They thought I wouldn’t notice them scrambling around for jobs and in desperate need of money. I always heard the late night calls and early morning interviews but most of all I noticed how much stress they had piled on top of their shoulders. I hated most when mom would cry because she was so fed up with the struggle, but that was three years ago. Now mom is a very successful corporate settlement attorney, one of the best, and dad is the chief of police.
Completely lost in my thoughts my body moves on it's own, turning the warm water and stepping in the shower. I let the water engulf me in warmth from head to toe. Then images of Cory start to flicker in my mind. From when he was five and dressed up as a cowboy for Halloween, to when he graduated from fifth grade, and then the horrible image of his bloody, mangled, lifeless body laying in the woods. His light green eyes unseeing, lifeless but still frozen in pain and fear.
Shaking those images out of my mind I quickly wash my body and shampoo my ridiculously long midnight brown hair. I grab my white towel off the hook and step out of the shower, drying off. Putting on some lotion I grabbed my outfit for my first day as a Senior at Palmer High School. A floral suntop, beige, cardigan, red pencil skirt, beige wedges, gold flower necklace, white diamond yellow-gold flower studs, and some flower and faux pearl stack earrings. I spray on one of my favorites, Gucci Flora Eau Fraîche. Now all that's left is make-up and hair. I quickly brush my teeth and plug up mu curling irons. For my make-up I put on sandy brown eyeshadow, just a bit darker than my medium beige skin tone, crimson red lipstick, a little blush, black eyeliner and some mascara exaggerating my long, thick eyelashes even more.
For my hair I decide to give it some volume and tight, thin spiral curls.
"Are you almost done Beauty and the Belle?" my dad asked knocking on my door. I roll my eyes, I really do hate that nickname. Ever since I told my dad I want to be just like Belle from that movie when I got older when I was 9 he has never let me live it down, and I doubt he's ever going to. I told him I wanted to be beautiful, smart, read books all day, and marry a really hairy man with horns from the woods just like she did. Hey I was 9 and it was a very touching movie, so what I had a crazy imagination, sue me. Plus my middle name is Belle so I guess that's where he got his "creativity" from.
"Yes sir, last touch." I said, my accent more pronounced with my annoyance.
"Alright you got 45 minutes." his footsteps retreat from my door and I focus my attention on finishing my hair. By the time I'm done I've got 5 minutes left to get out of here and be on my way to school. I quickly pin the red flower in my hair, grab my purse, one-shoulder bookbag and head downstairs.
"Morning dear, did you sleep well?" my mom asked in that same sugary sweet tone she seems to have every morning no matter what day it is.
"Yes, mum I had a wonderful rest." I said hugging her.
"Good now, Ariana, you know the drill. Make a good impression, be nice and stay focused. School is your #1 priority right now so one day you'll be just as successful as your mother and I...maybe even more successful." my dad said sternly in his "what I say goes" voice that he uses to order around all the other policeman at work. It's the same thing he's been telling me since kindergarten.
"Yes sir, I understand completely." I reassured.
"That's my Beauty and the Belle, have a good day at school sweetheart." he hands me the keys to Alexa and I hug him too before going out the door.
"See you guys later." I call closing the door.
"Ready to go?" I asked Alexa, running a hand along her smooth metallic, shiny red hood. She is my baby, I got her for my 16th birthday last year. She is a 2011 Rolls Royce Ghost and she cost $246,500, I love her more than my own life...well almost more than my own life. It's 7:30 and I have an hour to get to school, which is all I need. I hop in Alexa, start her up and she roars to life.The seats vibrateas she settles down to a gentle purr. With one last wave to my parents who are heading out to work, I put on my sunglasses and make my way out of the drive way, on to the open road. Out here in Colorado Springs there is plenty of forest area. At first I was reluctant to the idea since Cody died in the woods but it really is beautiful with all the tall trees, big mountains, and bright blue skies. Also it's secluded so no neighbors and no worries. Although sometimes I think mom gets lonely with it being just us out here and not being able to throw backyard barbecues and give baked goods to the new people who move in to the neighborhood like normal families. Dad and I for one don't mind at all.
"GPS direct me to the nearest Starbucks." I command the talking electronic global positioning system. Usually I just go to McDonalds but hey it's good to switch it up sometime.
"Head West for two miles and make a left." the robotic female voice directs me. Turning on the radio I crank it up full blast, this is one of my favorites.
We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello,"
Little did I know...
That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you, "Please don't go"
And I said...
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".
So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes... escape this town for a little while.
Oh, oh.
This song kind of reminds me of Alex and I. It's actually basically the same thing we had to go through except for you know the marrying part at the end and the ball and the garden and stuff but we did sneak out to see each other though it was just in the woods. His parents were fine with us dating by the way, they love me. It was mine that were so against our relationship but now they can deal with it. My mom actually likes Alex but of course dad has to be...well a dad.
'cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
But you were everything to me,
I was begging you, "Please don't go"
And I said...
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".
Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".
I remember the day we first met, I was a Sophmore then and he was still just as he is now but in a lower grade of course.
I was walking through the halls rushing to get to my locker so I won't be late for my next class. My head is buried in my planner trying to keep track of all my homework and assignments so far when I bump into the wall and fall flat on my butt.
"Hey! Watch where your..." someone snaps but then trailing off at the end. I look up to see Alexander Williams, football quarterback, gazing down at me, his blue eyes soft and regretful.
"Look you better watch where your going!" one of his other friends who I assume is also on the football team growls at me, "You could have--"
"That's enough, Chris!" Alexander snaps at him.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going, It's my fault." I apologize, scrambling to pick up my things. Suprsingly he kneels down and helps me pick up my books and binders.
"Y-you don't need to do that." I whisper. I can't believe Alexander Williams the most popular guy in school is even still here, actually helping me and not just being a jerk and walking away like pretty much how everyone else treats me here. His friends don't seem too happy either.
"Yea Alex come on, let Ugly Betty get her own shit. She's the clumsy bitch who bumped into you." the one named Chris growls, glaring at me. His comment seemed to only make Alexander angrier.
"Back off Chris! Why do you have to be such a dick?! She already said sorry and don't call her that! Now get your sorry ass out of my face, I'll see you guys later. Go." he snarls with so much hatred and venom you wouldn't believe they were ever friends. Chris and the other guys leave but not before sending a nasty look back at Alex and I. Heat rises to my cheeks. Wow he just stood up for me, how sweet.
"You really didn't have to do that. Stand up to your friends for me." I said, not looking him in the eye.
"He's not my friend and what he said was very rude and disrespectful. No one should be treated like that, especially not a beautiful lady such as yourself." he said, giving me a million dollar smile. He really thinks I'm beautiful? Someone pinch me.
"Well thank you."
"No problem." I reach to get my books from him but he holds them out of my reach.
"No, no. It's my fault Chris treated you like crap, the least I can do is help you to your next class." he said, my cheeks get even hotter. Oh my god!
"No...I mean that's too much. Surely you have something better to do than help a nobody like me to class." I said, my gaze trailing to the floor in shame. But there's nothing I'd love more than to have him walk me to class and just talk.
"No I want to. And your not a nobody, your...different, special." this time I do meet his eyes and I shouldn't have. His gaze gets me lost in them and I melt at his words.
"Y-you dont mean that." I mumbled, giving a nervous laugh.
"Yes I do. Now come on let's get you to class." with his free arm he slings it over my shoulders and pulls me closer. Just being this close to him makes me high. His smell of cologne, aftershave and leather is intoxicating and I can't help but take in a deep breath. This is so sureal, never in a million years did I think this would happen. Every girl has dreamt of this moment. I smile to myself, many other girls giving me dirty looks as we walk by.
"By the way I'm Alex. Alexander Williams." he said in a smug tone. A sexy, lopsided smirk on his face.
"I know." I say bluntly. Stupid! Obviously he wants to know your name.
"However I don't know your name..."
"Ariana. Ariana Taylor."
"Beautiful."
Oh, oh.
I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
And I said...
Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you but you never come.
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...
Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad ‒ go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes".
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
'cause we were both young when I first saw you
By the end of the song I'm pulling up to the Starbucks drive-through.
"Hello, how may I hep you?" a deep static voice asks through the mic box.
"Yes, can I get a tall two pumps peppermint and mocha blended cream frappuccino."
"Alright that will be $8.75. Please go up to the next window."
"Thank You." I go up to the next window and hand an elderly red-haired women a $10 bill. She hands me my change and gives me a sweet smile, which I return.
"Have a nice day sweetie."
"I will, you too mam." I pull up to window two, get my drink and it's off to school. It only takes me 45 minutes to get to Palmer, giving me plenty of time to put my things in my locker and see the guys. I pull into the parking lot park next to a very familiar silver Volvo C30, it's Hayden's. Turning off Alexa I get my bags and head to the office to get my locker number and schedule.
"Ah! Miss Taylor, such a pleasure to see you." Mrs. Wright said getting up and pulling me in for a hug, she's the school secretary. Spends pretty all day in the office...poor thing, we all pretty much think she's osing it. Don't get me wrong though I love her.
"How have you been dear?"
"I've been doing good Mrs. Wright and how have you been?" I ask sweetly, even though I already know the answer.
"Same as always, now your here for locker number and schedule I pressume?" she asked, knowing the answer as well. I nod.
"Yes mam." she heads over to her desks shuffling through papers and rummaging through file cabinets till she pulls out this binder. She quickly flips through it a few times and finally seems to find what she's looking for. She unhooks the piece of paper and comes back over to me.
"Ah, here we are. Your locker number is 3153 in the west wing of the school." she said handing me my schedule with a full toothed grin, which I return.
"Thanks Mrs. Wright, see you around." I take my leave and speed walk to my locker. Opening it I pile all my books in one arm and place my coffee on top. Bad move. Before I can get it my Frappucino slides off my books and into a rather big, tan calloused hand. I look up by eyes are met with a rock hard chest, all muscle under a tight grey Hollister v-neck and an expensive looking leather jacket. I didn't realize I was staring until the stranger cleared his throat. I blush in embarassment as my eyes trail further more upwards ony to bore into the most beautiful hazel eyes I've ever seen. What are you doing Ariana?! You have a BOYFRIEND, remember? Alex. Stop checking this guy out, not only is it rude but it's wrong and you don't even know him. Not yet. No! Stay away from him. Although his eyes don't exactly hold a friendly glare.
"T-thanks I--"
"Look just watch what your doin', you almost waisted your coffee on my new Converse." he cuts me off rather coldly. He has an accent too but I can't quite place it.
I don't even have time to reply as he slams it down on the top shelf in my locker and stalks off, leaving me staring after him in shock and a little hurt... See definitely not someone you want to know. Even after what just happened I still can't help but feel...drawn after the mysterious hazel eyed boy. There is no good that can possibly come from this.
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