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Dipping Into Together

Novel By: Sabbie

Slim, unusually pretty, seventeen year old Destiny Channing feels as if she stands alone in this world.
Tall, mysterious, seventeen year old Jonah Dennis moves into town and doesn't get off to a very good start. Making absolutely no friends, he, too, is alone.
But when they meet, something beautiful is born. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 28, 2012    Reads: 141    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

"No! I did not sleep with him!" a shrill voice rang out, causing me to look up from my book. At the next table a group of girls huddled around the source of a voice: Tiffany Freeman. She was everything that annoyed me in a girl, loud, self-centered, shallow, the list goes on and on. Tears were streaming down her face, and her friends were looking at her sympathetically. Poor Tiff. I rolled my eyes and looked back down at my book.

"Can I sit here?" someone asked.

Looking up again, I saw an overweight girl with blonde and purple hair glancing nervously between me and the empty seat across from me. I sighed inwardly. I nodded and she sat down.

"It's beautiful outside, isn't it?" she asked excitedly.

I looked up at her with a blank expression on my face, trying to get her to understand that I was not up for conversation.

She kept grinning at me, her smile not wavering.

"Sure," I muttered flatly. Now, I wasn't a bitch, don't get the wrong idea. But I usually kept to myself, and I liked it like that. I was okay by myself. I didn't have any friends, and that was okay. I was fine with that. I wasn't horrible or ugly or anything and I liked to think myself as mildly approachable. However, the student body seemed to think otherwise. I got hit on by plenty of boys, none of them popular or attractive, but still. But other than that I had no real human contact other than my teachers, which was fine with me. I had curly black hair that sometimes was just way too out of control. I was on the shorter side, standing at five three. I liked to think myself as pretty, however unusually pretty. I had bright green eyes, which stood out against my black hair.

She sighed heavily and I could feel her watching me. "So," she said, leaning across the table, "why don't you have any friends?"

I glanced up at her, surprised. I didn't respond, just raised my eyebrows. Had she really just asked that? Looking back down at my book, I didn't justify her dumb question with an answer.

"Do you not like people?" she pressed on.

Pointedly ignoring her, I continued to read.

"Do they annoy you?"

I continued to be silent.

"Do you think you're better than everyone else or something?" she said, a hint of frustration in her voice.

She did not just say that. Shoving my book into my book bag, I stood up. "You know," I said, glaring at her, "I think next time you should maybe mind your own business." Rolling my eyes at her gasp that followed my comment, I turned on my heel and walked away from her. Pushing through the library doors, I step out into the hall. I roll my shoulders and then head into the lunchroom. Still having not eaten, I'm pretty hungry. After buying a chicken sandwich, I survey the cafeteria. I don't usually sit with anyone. I don't even know why I bothered looking around to see if there was an open spot, there never is. It's December, no one wants to sit out in the cold. Walking out of the cafeteria, I make my way outside. No one's outside. Perfect. I walked over to a bench and sat myself down. I immediately began eating my sandwich.

Without thinking, I glanced up, sensing the presence of someone else. Across the school parking lot, there was a form sitting on a bench, hunched over. His head slightly bobbing up and down, he seemed oblivious to the world. He was probably listening to his iPod or something. I didn't recognize him, didn't even know who he was. Shrugging, I went back to my sandwich.

By the time I finished eating, it was almost time for the next class. Glancing around again, I realized that the guy was gone. Without giving him another thought, I shoved my empty lunch bag into the trashcan and made my way back into the school.

At the end of the day I was already beyond tired. I hadn't slept well that night, and it had been a long day. Stepping onto the bus, I quickly looked around for an empty seat. When I found one, I slipped into it silently, not making eye contact with anyone. Putting in my ear buds, I put on a random song and slowly let myself drift into a thoughtless place somewhere between the bus and my music. Letting my head rest against the window, I stared off into nothing.

Suddenly, I felt someone sit down beside me. I didn't move, didn't bat an eyelash. Ignoring them altogether, I continued to stare out the window. After a couple of stops, they got off. I was in my own little world, though, so I didn't even realized that they had left until my stop, when I looked over at the seat next to me and found it empty. Hopping off the bus, I started walking home.


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