The Fan Club

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sixteen year old Summer Parker moves in with her older brother and enrolls in a new school until her parents can sort through their divorce. Shortly after staring school, she joins a fan club of her a singer she loves to help her make friends and Summer becomes friends with Sabrina Mackentyler, a girl who has an unhealthy obsession with a celebrity that leads to major trouble for the group of teens.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - The Fan Club

Submitted: April 22, 2014

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My older brother, Zach, was behind the wheel of his chair, driving carefully through the heavily crowded lanes of the morning traffic as fellow motorists fought for occupation of the streets as they drove themselves to work. I sat in the passenger seat staring at the rear view mirror trying to confirm that my appearance was decent enough for me to fit in with the students at my new school.

My long dark hair hung like a curtain covering the sides of my shoulders. I was wearing a light blue tank top that was concealed with a thin, black sweater that matched my black jeans. My round head seem smaller with the thick bangs that I had covering my forehead. The only aspect of my appearance that was bothering me was my pale complexion. I had spent the weekend sitting in the front yard at my brother's house, hoping that the sun's rays would burn my skin enough to give me a tan, but that had obviously been a pointless endeavor because here I was on my way to school, just as pale as the day I was born.

“You're going to love Jon Stewart High School.” said my brother, without taking his eyes off the road. “Trust me, my friend's cousin goes there and his cousin talks about how great it is all the time.”

“He could have been lying.” I said bluntly, allowing my eyes to dart through each of the objects on the passing landscape. “Zach, it's okay...you don't have to lie to me and try to make me feel better about this place.”

Zach opened his mouth to say something, but the words were caught in his throat allowing a long silence to elapse between us as he realized that I was correct. He couldn't possibly make me feel comfortable about a new school that he had never even been enrolled in before himself. It would be like someone trying to explain to you details of a movie that they had never even seen.

I wasn't the least bit worried about the new school, I was just afraid that I would be quickly labeled as an outcast for starting school two months late, while everyone else had already began the school year at the start, choosing their friends, clubs, and the groups they would be associated with for the school year. It wasn't my idea to come here and I would have rather stayed at my old school, but I didn't have much of a choice because it was my parent's choosing to send me to here to live with my twenty-five year old brother while they sorted through their lives.

My parents were in the midst of a messy divorce and they were going through the process of splitting up their possessions and choosing a new place to relocate their entire lives. When I say messy, I mean they were literally at one another throats every time they met to discuss things with one another. During the most recent meeting that they had together, which was a few weeks ago, they were on the verge of physically attacking one another and probably would have gone through with it if there lawyers hadn't been there to break it up and advise them of the legal consequences of their actions if they were get into a physical altercation.

After thinking about it for the longest time, my mother, who I had been staying with while my parents were separated, decided that it was best that she send me away while she sorted through everything that was happening. She claimed that it was only until she could find a new house for us to live in, since she intended to sell our old house because it had too many memories of my father, but to be honest, I think the only reason she was sending me away was so that I wouldn't bare witness to the hostility between her and Dad.

In end, they both agreed mutually that I would spend a year living with my older brother Zach, who had moved out of their house a years ago and had established himself in society as a journalist. I was told that I would attend school in the area where he lived until my Mom was ready for me to come to our new home. I was heartbreaking at first, but then I reminded myself that this new arrangement was only for a year and then I would be back with my mother.

Zach pulled into the parking lot of a large building that was three stories tall. I gasped at the sight of the enormous school that had a chalk colored walk way leading into the building that had a huge letters embedded on the entrance that read: Jon Stewart High School. I watched several students rushing into the building, a few walking in groups with their selected friends, and everyone appeared eager to start their day of their routinely classes.

“Do you want me to walk in with you?” Zach's voice interrupted my thoughts, forcing me to look at him, only to realize he had been watching me while I hesitantly observed my new school.

“What?” I said, sounding slightly offended. “No way, I'm not a baby. Do you know how awkward that will look? Me, having my big brother walk me into school. No, thanks bro.”

Zach laughed my remark off, almost as though he expected me to say something like that. I opened the car door and climbed out, grabbing my book bag from the floor of the passenger's seat. As I lifted my bag from the car, I suddenly began to wish I had chosen a different bag to carry my possessions in because the one I currently had with me had the logo of a singer I loved named T.K. Henry embedded on it.

The back pack was a dark shade of blue and the logo of the singer, which consisted of the of pale sphere, representing the moon with several music notes circling surrounding it, covered a majority of the bag. I was afraid that someone who recognize the logo and criticize me for buying an item that revealed my fandom for the star. Oh well, thought to myself while sighing, it was too late to switch it now.

“Have a good day, Summer.” said Zach. “Seriously, if you need anything or have any problems, just call me.”

“Don't worry about me,” I said closing the car door., allowing a grin to spread across my face. “I'm a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“Alright, take care.”

As Zach pulled out of the parking lot, I allowed myself to walk up the sidewalk and I managed to merge in between the bodies of the crowds of students that were rushing their way into the gigantic building. My stomach had a small pool of anxiety hovering in it's pit, causing me to slow my steps as I walked up the long walk way. My nervous gait began to slow me down because without realizing it I had nearly stopped walking, and was on the verge of standing still in the middle of the crowd.

I paused for a moment, just in time for someone to bump into me, sending me sprawling a few feet forward into a short pace. I glanced at the random person who had run into me just in time to grab a look at a tall teen with a breath taking face. The teen had dark, black hair that was parted in the center, allowing his hair to hang off the edges of head and he had a long bang that nearly covered one of his eyes.

I was only able to get a quick glimpse of him through the heavily passing crowd, but I was able to make out that he was extremely talk had had the face of an angel. The teen wore ear plugs in his ear and had his hands shoved deeply into his pockets that revealed his lack of interest towards going to school. He was quickly lost among the crowd, which became my motivation to walk faster in hopes of catching him.

When I entered the building, the crowd began to disperse and I was unable to find the mystery teen. My thoughts were then shifted to my next goal, which was to find my locker. I reached into my pocket, taking my folded schedule from it's depths, and used the green paper that listed my classes and the location of my locker, as a guide to navigate my way through the large building. I was thankful that each of the hallways were clearly labeled and the classrooms had numbers painted visible above the doors, because otherwise I would have quickly gotten lost in the large, crowded school.

It took me five minutes to find my locker at one end of the school. There was heavy chatter from other students as they began to talk about the things they had endured over the weekend and about how they were the least bit thrilled over having to return to school. I approached my locker and I began to enter the combination as I read it from the paper.

After entering the three digit code, I tugged on locker's handle, expecting it to open immediately, however the door remained bolted, indicating that something had gone wrong while I had entered the combination. I sighed to myself, hoping that I had merely made a mistake while entering the three digit code and that this wasn't something that would be a constant problem for me.

As I was preparing to enter the combination again, from the corner of my eye I notice someone approach the locker on the right side of me and open their locker with a single tug of the handle, after obviously having not locked it. I glanced over at my new locker neighbor only to feel my heart jump out of my chest at the sight of the mysterious teen who had bumped into me earlier.

He was even taller standing beside me, causing me to have to look up at him. I was able to get a better look at him now that he was closer towards me. He had pure, innate blue eyes that were a beautiful, rare color that most people did not possess. His face was clear of the typical acne that most teens developed and his beautiful complexion contributed to his handsome face.

The teen didn't pay me any attention and I noticed that his ear plugs were missing from his ears. He acted as though he were the only one in the hallway and shoved his bag into his locker without revealing any realization that he noticed I was staring at him. I mean, it wasn't like I was just glancing at him, I was literally standing there, staring straight at him. I'm certain that any other person would have looked over at person watching them, but this teen didn't pay me the slightest bit of attention.

An idea suddenly came to mind, I began to quickly enter my combination into my locker, this time secretly hoping that it wouldn't open, and I was grateful when it didn't. I tugged loudly on the locker door, making as much noise as possible, hoping that the attractive teen would realize that I needed some help, offer to enter my combination for me, and then perhaps start a conversation with me that would then lead to a meaningful friendship.

Unfortunately, the future that my mind had mapped out very intricately didn't seem to be coming true. I tugged on the locker handle nearly twelve times, making as much noise as possible to show that I was struggling, but the mystery teen didn't bother glancing over at me.

Are you kidding me? What kind of a jerk is this? I thought for a second that maybe he was deaf, but that was quickly dismissed from my mind because he had visibly been listening to music earlier. I was preparing to open up my mouth and ask for his assistance when I was caught off guard by someone else who had opened and closed the locker on the left side of me.

I turned around in time to see a beautiful girl with long blonde hair that reached her knee caps. She had several strands of blonde hair covering her forehead that gave her this mature, teenaged appearance. The girl had a decent tan, large full lips that were covered with lip gloss, and a chunky face. To be honest, she looked like a real life Barbie Doll, however she was too short a not thin enough to be deemed as the perfect real life replication of the doll.

My attention was drawn to the strange girl not because of her looks, but mainly because she was staring at my book bag. The way she was looking at it, you would think she was a hungry homeless man who was devising the best way to swipe my bag without getting caught. She didn't blink for several seconds, refusing to take her eyes from my bag. Was she looking at the logo? My suspicion were quickly confirmed when the girl spoke.

“T.K. Henry.” she said.

“What?” I was caught off guard.

“You're a fan of T.K. Henry? Right?”

Rats! I knew my bag was going to draw attention to me and from the looks of it, this girl was one of those snobby blonde girls you saw in the movies. There was nothing menacing or judgmental in her tone when she asked the question and in fact, she sounded almost hopeful, as though she were hoping that I confirmed her suspicion.

“Um...yeah.”

The girl's eyes lit up like fire crackers and she immediately began to jump up and down, and I'm not exaggerating, she literally began to jump up down, causing her long hair to fly in all directions. Without any warning she stepped forward and embraced me in a large bear hug that made me feel uncomfortable, especially with the several students walking by and glancing at us.

“I found another one!” she said as she released me from her embrace. “I can't believe it, I found another fan! But wait,” she asked with a confused look on her face as she pulled several strands of her hair from her face. “Why haven't I met you before?”

“Um, I'm new here. It's my first day.” I said, watching the mystery teen from the corner of my eye, only to realize that he was still focused on the contents inside his locker.

“That's great!” said the girl enthusiastically. “My name is Sabrina Mackentyler. What's your name?”

“I'm Summer Parks.” I then repeated my name even louder, making sure that the mystery guy behind me heard it. “Summer Parks.”

“Nice to meet you, Summer. You can join our fan club.”

“Join what?”

“We'll talk about it later, I have to get to class.” she then noticed the paper I had in my hand. “Here, let me see your schedule.”

I absent-mindedly handed her the paper and Sabrina ran her eyes along the schedule. Several students began to walk by, not paying us any attention and I began to realize that the hallways were slowly beginning to thin out since most were in class by now, trying to avoid the consequences of being late.

“Oh good!” she cheered. “We have three classes together, including lunch. I have to run to class right now,” she said while returning my schedule to me. “But next period, we share Chemistry, so I'll save you a seat. Bye, it was nice meeting you, Summer.”

Without even having a chance to respond, the girl named Sabrina quickly wandered off somewhere down the hallway. I glanced at the my schedule, slightly relieved that I had met one person who could help me find my way around the school.

“Sabrina Mackentyler.” I heard a voice say behind me in a way that seemed to confirm her identity.

I turned around to see that the voice belonged to the handsome teen who had managed to avoid uttering a single word to me until now. I couldn't even believe it...he even talks attractively! He was staring down the hallway at the distance figure of Sabrina as she became a tiny dot in the distance.

“Seriously,” he said allowing his eyes to drop onto me for a moment. “Don't waste your time getting involved with her. That girl is crazy.”

“What do you mean?” I managed to ask.

In response, the teen turned his back on me, shoved his hands into his pocket and he began to wander down the hallway, completely ignoring my question. As he walked away I notice a sheet of paper sitting on the floor beneath his locker that he had accidentally dropped. I picked the paper up, which happened to be a graded assignment, but I was more focused on his name that was scribbled on the top in cursive. It read: Sketch Walters.

I grinned feeling giddy over having discovered his name. My happiness was quickly replaced with annoyance as the bell rang, making me late for my first day of class.

Author's Notes:

So I've had this idea for awhile and I'm having a lot of fun writing this. I hope that you will all continue to read on because even though this story is under the Romance genre, there really is a lot more to this story and other themes I would like to drive home. I know this first chapter is kind of slow, but this was only the introduction. Thanks for reading and I would love your feedback.


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