The Fan Club

Reads: 1338  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 58

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

Chapter 2 (v.1) - Sabrina and Sketch

Submitted: May 06, 2014

Reads: 240

Comments: 14

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 06, 2014

A A A

A A A

When I walked three minutes late into my first class of the day, I was convinced that my first teacher would scold me for disrupting the class, however what occurred was the exact opposite of what I had expected. My new teacher was actually quite sympathetic to me, perhaps because she knew how hard it was to be the new kid and was aware that I was still learning to navigate through the school. 

I was even more grateful that she didn't draw any attention to me because after quickly giving me the materials that I needed for her class, along with a syllabus, she assigned me a seat in the back of the classroom away from the judgmental gazes of my peers. 

When she continued with her lecture, I noticed that each of the students began to take notes. Despite not understanding the material that I was being exposed to in the middle of the semester, I opened one of my note books to a fresh page and I took a few notes. I was definitely going to have to do a lot of studying and reading in order to catch up with my classmates.  

I wasn't really paying attention to the lecture because my mind was more focused on the girl named Sabrina that I had just met in the hallway. She seemed very impressed by the fact that I was a fan of T.K. Henry and her introduction seemed like it would be the start of a great friendship…but I couldn't enjoy the possibility that I had made a friend because the warning issued by Sketch seemed to replay it's self over and over in my head.

“Seriously, don't waste your time getting involved with her. That girl is crazy.” his words echoed through my thoughts.

I couldn't help wonder what he meant by this, but I guess I would have to find out for myself because he obviously didn't think it was important enough to explain to me why he thought she was crazy. Besides, for all I knew Sabrina could just have been his ex-lover or something and he just didn't want her to be happy so he was lying about this. As quickly as I reached this conclusion, I debunked it because if Sabrina was his former lover, she didn't seem to acknowledge him or show any interest in Sketch while she was talking to me, when he was standing visible behind me.

I was startled from my thoughts at the sound of the ringing bell which  signaled that my first class for the day had come to an end. I gathered my things together and quickly exited the classroom, merging in with the mob of students who were rushing to get to their next class. 

I made my way down the hallway, passing my locker and in the process, recalling how thankful I was that after the bell that made me late earlier had rang, a staff member walking by had seen me struggling at my locker and offered to help me out. He explained that the lockers were old and that in order to open them you had to aggressively tug on the handle, which he did, and like magic the locker had opened.  

After a short walk, I found my second class for the day and made way into the classroom only to realize that I was among the first couple of students. I stood at the front of the classroom, beside the teacher's empty desk, and I scanned the rows of empty desks that were waiting to be occupied by the next class, wondering where my teacher would place me to sit. There were two other students who were seated in their own desks and they glanced at me, baffled by my presence since they had most likely grown to know who the members of their class were and I was a stranger that they didn't recognize.  

“Oh hey Summer!” I heard a familiar voice shout. I turned around and spotted Sabrina making her way into the classroom. In one hand she held her books and with her free hand, she through it around my shoulder as though we were best friends. “It's great to see you again!”

“Hi,” I said suddenly becoming shy. “It's great to see you too.”

“Here,” she said walking forward and slightly dragging me along with her under her embrace. “Come sit in the back with me.”

“But wait,” I said as we passed several rows of desks that took us closer and closer to the back. “Aren't there assigned seats...and I have to introduce myself to the teacher or-,”

“Nah!” said Sabrina enthusiastically. “Trust me, our teacher is Mr. Weldon. He's super old and he never talks to us. The only thing he ever does is lecture and I doubt he even knows our names. As long as your name is on his roster and you turn in work with your name on it, then he'll give you a grade. Otherwise, it's a complete waste of time because he'll never remember you. Oh yeah, and there are no assigned seats so you can sit next to me.”

“Oh, cool.” I said slowly, still the least bit comfortable with Sabrina's idea. 

She pretty much knew the way the school ran a thousand more times than I did, but it felt strange for me to not go through the typical procedures of introducing myself. While I placed my books on my desk and became situated, Sabrina wandered to the front of the class and grabbed a spare Chemistry book for me to use throughout the school year.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Sabrina then turned her chair side ways and scooted beside me to get to the topic that I'm guessing she had on her mind since we first spoke. “So how did you first become a fan of T.K. Henry?”

“Well, about two years ago, when my parents were...,” my voice trailed off for a moment as I recalled that constantly hearing my parents argue was what led me to discover the singer. The last thing I wanted was to tell Sabrina about my parents divorce when she was just getting to know me. I quickly changed my response. “...I discovered him two years ago. I just randomly found a link to one of his songs and I-”

“Which one?” interrupted Sabrina.  She stared at me for a long time, refusing to blink, which was kind of frightening, but at the same time intriguing because it made her appear devoutly interested in what I was saying.

“The first song I heard by him was...Missing You.”

“O...M…G…” her eyes lit up with joy. “That's my favorite song. It's amazing!!”

“Yeah and he's a great singer and I just loved him ever since.”

“I love him too. You know, I'm the president of his fan club. We meet almost every day after school and we talk about T.K. Henry, listen to his music, and we do so many more activities. I would love it if you would join.”

Sabrina was looking at me in a way that depicted her enthusiasm and joy over the singer. Her eyes were lit up like fire crackers and she was smiling, hoping that I would accept her invite to join the fan club. 

To be honest, I have never been a part of many clubs in the past and I wasn't too certain about joining a club that was dedicated to a singer, however I was new to this school and I was convinced that by joining the fan club it would introduce me to some new people and this would help me make new friends.  

“Um, sure. I would love to-”

“Great!” Sabrina cheered. “Can you come to our first meeting? It's right after school today at three o'clock in class 108. Can you come today?”

“Uh, yeah, I'd have to call my brother first and-,”

“Awesome!” she cheered, interrupting me for about the tenth time since we had met. “You're going to love it Summer. Trust me!”

Sabrina went on to talk more about how wonderful the fan club was and how she was convinced that I would fit right in with the other members of the club, but I was half listening to her and half watching the several others students trickling into the classroom.

I was watching the students for two reasons: one I was afraid that the seat Sabrina had offered to me had belonged to someone else and the second they walked in there would be a huge confrontation and the second reason was that I was secretly hoping that the mystery teen named Sketch was in my class.  

Once the bell rang, I realized that Sketch was not in my class and that whoever seat I had taken, they obviously didn't care too much about it because everyone was seated and no one spared me a second glance.
A second later, our teacher, Mr. Weldon, entered the classroom. He was a man in his early nineties who had hunchback as though his spine were the shape of a question mark. His long white hair resembled Einstein's hairstyle and it stuck up in all directions in a wild mess.

“Let's get started today.” he said a hoarse mumble that was barely distinguishable as English. 

Mr. Weldon began to write the lesson title for the day on the board and throughout the entire class time, he didn't turn around once to look at the students as he wrote on the board and lectured based off his memory. Most of the students were taking advantage of him keeping his back to them because they had their phones out in plain view, texting, watching videos, or listening to music. 

_______

The rest of the day seemed to fly by quickly and even the classes that I had with Sabrina seemed to elapse before I realized it. In most of the classes I shared with her, I was able to be seated next to her, either by the random work of our teacher or by Sabrina’s own doing, such as suggesting that the teacher place me beside her because she insisted that she would help me catch up. 

In lunch, Sabrina even made a spot for me at her table with her. She briefly introduced me to a few kids she was sitting around, but their names appeared to be least important to her because the entire time we were together she continually talked about the singer and her fan club.

I'll admit it, at first I thought that it was great that I had met Sabrina, mainly because we had the same taste in music and also because it was nice of her to help me out  but as I reached the halfway point of the school day, I realized that the only thing she ever talked about was T.K. Henry and her fan club. 

When speaking to her, it was difficult to get a word in and she always interrupted me whenever I spoke. After awhile, I learned that the only thing she expected from you was to sit quietly and listen to her yammer on and on about T.K Henry.  

I was relieved when my last class for the day arrived and she wasn't in it. I intentionally  arrived to my last class, which was Introductory to Psychology class,  a minute before the bell was about to ring so that I wouldn't have to stand awkwardly in front of the class while the students and my teacher, Ms. Rose, trickled in. 

Ms. Rose was a short lady in her mid-twenties with black hair that didn't pass her ears. She was moderate when it came to using make up, only applying small traces of it to her face where it was almost unnoticeable to maintain her natural appearance. Her overall appearance reminded me of a teenager, but I was certain that she had the maturity of an adult because after introducing herself to me, she quickly handed me the book that I would need for her class in a professional manner that meant she was all about business.

“Let's see...,” she said scanning the nearly full classroom. “You can have a seat next to...Sketch. There's an empty desk behind Sketch Walters.”

At the sound of his name, I could feel my heart rate incline, and I'm certain that I looked like an idiot when I abruptly turned my head to search for his face in the crowd to confirm that it was the same Sketch Walters I had met earlier. 

After scanning the faces of the students who were staring at me, looking me up and down from head to toe and judging me, I spotted Sketch in the middle of the classroom, slouched down in his chair staring distantly out of the window.

“Sketch,” said my teacher. “Raise you hand so that Summer knows where to sit.”

Sketch didn't look away from the window and slightly rose his index finger into the air as a half-hearted attempt to obey the teacher. I quickly thanked her, not for giving me the materials that I needed, but instead because I was secretly grateful to her for placing me in a seat behind the teen I had been intrigued by since I had first arrived here. 

I quickly took my seat behind Sketch Walters and held my breath to keep from screaming with a mixture of joy and shock. Ms. Rose began to display a power point she had designed about the brain and mentioned how she expected us to take notes. I didn't even waste time paying attention to her lecture because my eyes were transfixed on the back of Sketch Walter's head. 

I tried to catch a glimpse of his eyes, but he was much taller than me, even sitting down, and it was difficult to see what he was doing on the other side of me. A few times I caught him staring out the window on the right side of the classroom and other times I saw his hand moving and sketching something in his notebook that was most likely a doodle instead of notes, based on the way his hand was moving as he held the pencil.

It might seem strange that I spent the entire class period watching the back of the head of Sketch's head, but even after I told myself to pay attention to the lecture, I found my eyes averting from the power point to the back of the teen's head. I was secretly wondering what he was thinking about. I wanted to talk to him, but I wasn't sure what the right thing to say to him might be. I had spent a large portion of the class thinking about possible conversation starters.  

One thought that came to mind was that when the bell rang, I would quickly stand up and “accidentally” drop my notebook on the floor beside his desk and hopefully he would pick it up and this would lead to  a meaningful conversation.

My opportunity was quickly lost because as soon as the bell rang, dismissing us from another class of the day, Sketch quickly gathered his few belongings together and made his way out of the classroom before most of the students could even stand up. I sighed and began to blame myself for not moving fast enough, then I cursed him for being so eager to get out of class.

I grabbed my belongings and as soon as I made my way from the classroom I was approached by Sabrina. 

“Let's go!!” she cheered. “It's time for the fan club.”

Author's Notes

Sorry for taking so long to update this. I think everyone will enjoy the direction this story is taking in the upcoming chapters. Be sure to give your feedback.:):)  


© Copyright 2019 Daisy Ink. All rights reserved.

Chapters

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply