When Destiny Calls

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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: December 24, 2009

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Chapter 2

“Bye, Dad.” I hastily kissed him on the cheek, and he gave me a thumbs up, which I replied to with a half-hearted grin. I took a deep breath, forced my head up, and stepped out of the house. I was walking to school. I mean, it wasn’t like I had a choice. Keith had to get to the station, and I would rather eat glass than have my police officer dad drive me to school on my first day. Besides, it was only a twenty minute walk.

As I walked through the school gates, I peered at the school building. Forks High didn’t look so bad. It looked decent, plus no one had noticed me so far. As I walked into the school, a random girl leaning against the lockers talking to her friend suddenly looked at me and said, “Nice jeans.”
“Thanks.” I tried to keep my tone casual, as if people complimented my clothes on a daily basis. But inward I was thinking, Oh my God! Someone noticed me in a good way!
As I continued walking, someone appeared beside me, and ducked his head to peer at my face. “Vivian? Vivian Jonathas?”
“Yeah,” I said. She was pretty, in a preppy way, and her blonde hair was neatly swept up in a ponytail. She clutched books to her chest and wore spectacles that made her look studious.
“I’m Ashley Harrison.” She stuck out her hand and shook mine firmly when I reciprocated the handshake. “I’m the student guide around here, and I heard you were transferring today.” She paused and smiled at me like I was a new project she was undertaking. I guess she did this all the time. “I will stay by your side today, and assist you in any way I can. Need anything? A school tour, pads, class schedule….?”
“Uh, no, I’m good. Thanks for asking.” This was thoroughly bizarre. In my last school the only welcome a new student would get is from the fist of a jock (if you were a boy) or the glare of a cheerleader (if you were a girl). But here the moment I step in someone automatically offers to be my friend? Awesome, but also weird.
“Ohmigosh, I LOVE your bracelet!” She picked up my hand and cooed over the bracelet Mom gave me for my thirteenth birthday. She suddenly looked up at me and smiled happily. “We’re going to be BEST friends.”
I went through the first few classes in a daze. Everything was so different here, but in the best way possible. All the teachers were welcoming, people either ignored my presence or gave me friendly smiles, and Ashley kept her promise and didn’t leave me for a single second. She filled me in on the invisible dos and don’ts of the school and welcomed me into her clique.
At lunch, she pushed me down in a seat at her table. It was mostly made up of yearbook committee members, and people on the school paper. I was the hot topic of the day. The girls asked me the usual questions and the boys teased me a lot, but it was in a good way.
“So Vivian, I totally ADORE your hair. How did you get it to stay like that? What products did you use on it?” This girl named Leah asked me. She fingered my chocolate-brown hair.
“Uh, I only brushed my hair this morning, that’s all.”
“Hey Vivian, maybe I could, uh, give you a personal welcome, you know, just you and me.” A guy on the paper named Todd asked me. His eyebrows waggled up and down suggestively and the other guys looked at each other knowingly.
“Um, sure.” My reply cracked them up so much Mark nearly blew Coke out of his nose.
“Ew, GROSS, Mark! Guys, just leave the poor girl alone.” This one came from Ashley. She turned to me and patted my knee apologetically. “I’m sorry. They do this to every new student here.”
“Not true!” Ben protested. He winked. “I don’t want to ask every new student out on a date.” The guys started hooting and crowing as I blushed furiously. “So, Vivian, are you free on Friday?”
Ashley banged her fist on the table and everyone shut up instantly. Some heads from other table looked up and glanced over at ours. “All of you CUT IT OUT! Can you please let the girl have her lunch in peace??”
“Sheesh, okay, Ash,” Mark said. “We’re just having some fun, for crying out loud.”
“It’s okay, Ashley.” I smiled at her to show her that I wasn’t mad. “I know they’re just kidding around.”
Suddenly I felt someone kiss my cheek. Before I even got to find out who it was, he announced to the whole table, “My girl!” And he pulled out the chair right under Ben, who was sitting to my immediate left. Todd let out a bad word and went after the guy. “You’re dead meat, Jackson!”
“Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry!” Ashley shrieked. “They don’t usually take it this far.”
“It’s like first grade all over again, huh?” a girl, who Ashley earlier introduced as Sandra, joked.
“Yeah,” I agreed. I knew there and then Sandra and I would get along very well. I touched the place on my cheek where Jackson had kissed me. I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or disgusted.
Just then I looked over her shoulder and I saw four girls walking into the cafeteria. They had this very menacing air around them, and they looked very serious.
“Who are they?” I used my fork to point at them. The three girls craned their necks to see where I was pointing.
“Oh.” Ashley said. She turned and looked down at her plate. For the first time since we’d met, she had nothing to say.
“Those girls? You don’t wanna mess with them,” Leah advised me. Four of us glanced over at them again. They walked in a single file towards an empty table. People literally torpedoed out of their way. I couldn’t blame them. I bet they were Forks’ version of cheerleaders.
“C’mon, Leah, she has a right to know.” Sandra said. She motioned for me to lean over and she talked in a low voice.
“The first girl, her name’s Morgan Landry. She’s their leader.” Morgan could’ve been really pretty if she smiled. Her long black hair was dead straight and shimmered. Her lips were blood red, matching her nail and toenail polish. She was the only one wearing a miniskirt. I wondered if she felt cold.
“The second one is Jean Cassidy. She and Morgan are best friends.” Jean was the only one among the four that didn’t look totally depressing. Her curly hair was a vibrant red, and wore jeans. She didn’t smile, either, but she didn’t look intimidating, and I would rather approach her than Morgan any day.
“Rosalie Hemmings is the third girl, and the last one’s Danielle Wagner.” Rosalie wore a shirt dress, and looked extremely nervous. Danielle, whose hair was cut into a chic pageboy, had to pat her hand to calm her down. Danielle looked bored, as if Rosalie had a mental breakdown everyday.
“If you were smart, you’d stay out of their way.” Leah told me. “I heard that once when a sophomore refused to let them pass, she ended up tripping on a shoelace the next day and went into a coma for a few weeks.”
“Leah!” Ashley shrieked. “That’s not true! Vivian, don’t listen to her.”
“That’s just what I heard.” Leah shrugged.
“Well, I don’t think it’s true.” Even though I didn’t want to get on someone’s bad side on my first day, I continued. “I’m going to give them a clean slate, until the day they prove me otherwise.”
“Atta girl.” Sandra nodded in approval.
The conversation was tactfully turned to other things. For the rest of the day, nothing else was mentioned about the girls. By the end of the day, I felt like a whole different person. Compliments from other people were a common thing and I laughed and joked with the girls as if I’d known them my whole life. I was just walking towards my locker after my last class when I heard something.
“You’re a freak. I bet you worship Satan or something.”
I whipped around.
“What a weirdo!”
Where was it coming from?
“You can’t even fight for yourself. You’re such a loser.”
I finally saw who was talking. A bunch of guys were crowding around a particular locker, and they were pushing and shoving to see what was happening upfront.
I walked up to them and put my hand on the back of the nearest guy and said in my most persuasive voice, “Hey. Could you let me pass?” He glanced at me. I smiled and moved my hand a little further down, just far enough to be resting on the place right above his butt. This, I learnt, would soften any guy considerably.
Slowly as he helped to shove the other guys out of the way, a path was made for me. I edged my way through to see who was on the receiving end of the insults that used to be hurled at me.
And I nearly died of shock.
A jock (it SO figures) was holding up another guy on the collar of his shirt. The guy looked so calm, like there was nothing to worry about. He had dark brown wavy hair, and was pale-faced. Typical of a nerd. But what shocked me the most was how muscular he was. It wasn’t steroids-muscular, but more of a lean muscular. He could take on the jock any day and win. Why wasn’t he fighting back?
“Hey.” I said, in a soft voice, since I was still a little dazed. In a louder voice, I yelled, “HEY!”
The jock loosened his grip on the guy and turned around to look at me. He didn’t look very happy.
“Put him down.” I said in the most menacing voice I could manage. I pierced my eyes into his, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of fear.
But it was gone in a second.
“Uh, I don’t see why I should.” This elicited some chuckles from the other guys but I glared at them to shut them up.
“Vivian! What are you doing? Get out of there!” Leah hissed at me. Ashley was gaping at me and Sandra was just standing there, probably wondering what I was going to do next.
“Your friend’s right, you know. Now run along, babe, this is none of your business, just guy stuff.” He smiled at me, like he was so irresistible. I bet he was one of the guys in school that got all the girls he wanted and bullied the other guys.
I hate this type of guy.
Plus I nearly socked him in the face for calling me babe. What did he think I was, some kind of Barbie?
“Now, come on,” I said, taking a big step closer. He flinched back a little, unsure of what I was doing. Even I wasn’t sure. I had no idea how I was going to convince him to drop the guy. I didn’t even know WHY I wanted to convince him, for that matter.
“It would make me very happy.” I said, reaching out my hand to oh-so-slightly run it over his meat arm. My hand looked so tiny and fragile compared to it. “And so very grateful.”
He loosened his grip on the guy even more. The guy looked at me like I was insane. I probably was. One minute I’m yelling at him, and another I was flirting with him. Something is seriously wrong with that picture.
But I wanted to get my way so that he would release the guy. And I would do anything to make him do it.
“I can show you just HOW grateful I would be on Friday night, over dinner, if you let him go.” I said, as I gently put my hand over the hand that clutched the guy’s shirt.
It worked.
He released the guy, who limply stood there, staring at me. The jock turned to me and said, “So. How about we seal the deal with a kiss for the Bradster?”
His name was Brad. It so figured.
I smiled at him, as if I bore no sense of resentment and disgust towards him and he leaned in. As fast as I could, I slammed both hands on his shoulders and kneed him in the place that hurt the most. He let out a string of expletives as he sank to the ground clutching his crotch. Large guffaws erupted from the crowd that was previously silent. Some guys clapped.
“Go get yourself a new insult book.” More laughs broke out. I bent down and smiled at him pleasantly. “And don’t call me babe.”
*****
As I walked out of the school with Leah, Sandra and Ashley giggling over what just happened, I decided Forks High was going to be very interesting.
“I still can’t believe you did that!” Leah shrieked. “No one’s ever stood up to him before, especially not a girl!”
“Why do you even WANT to help Anthony? He’s like, a weirdo. He AND his sister.” Ashley said.
“I just don’t like how Brad pushed him around.” I said. “No one, not even a nerd, should be subjected to that, unless he’s a bigger jerk than Brad is.”
“No, Anthony is just plain weird. He NEVER talks to anyone, plus he’s like super buff, but super wimpy.” Ashley laughed.
“Yeah, I noticed that too.” I looked at her in amazement. “Why didn’t he fight back? He could have won in a heartbeat.”
“Rumour has it that he suffers from some terminal illness. Cancer, maybe. That’s why he doesn’t bother.” Leah said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Leah!” Sandra said. She looked shocked.
“WHAT? If you don’t want my opinion, then stop asking me things.” Leah looked insulted.
“Well, I think he just hasn’t got his confidence boost yet.” Sandra said, in a bid to make up for Leah’s remark. “He just needs someone to encourage him, and he would be cool in no time. I mean, have you SEEN his abs? Underneath that shirt lie muscles of steel.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Maybe you should give him that confidence boost, Sandra.” I said.
Ashley and Leah burst out laughing at Sandra’s stunned face. I couldn’t help but smile. If I had said that back home to one of the girls, they would walk away in disgust. I was seriously loving Forks High.
“Okay, girls, it wasn’t THAT funny, stop laughing.” This seemed to create a fresh wave of giggles. Ashley and Leah clutched each other and howled in laughter. I was just about to crack a comment about them to Sandra, who seemed more calmed then, when I heard my name.
I turned around. To my surprise, I saw Tyler jogging towards me. THAT stopped the giggles. The girls immediately hushed and Leah even whispered to me, “Who’s THAT?” in a really weird voice. “What is a Reservation doing HERE?”
I chose to ignore her. “Thanks for everything today, girls. See you tomorrow.” Sandra, sensing my annoyance, started pulling Leah away. Ashley waved at me as they three walked off together. Thank goodness.
“Tyler! What are you doing here?” I walked towards him and noticed marks on his shoe.
“I dropped by to see how your first day went,” he smiled before adding, “and to collect my money.” He extended his palm towards me. “Pay up.”
“Hold on a sec. You don’t even know how it went.” I said.
He grinned. It was then I noticed his canines were extremely sharp. I wondered if he had any chance caused the bite marks on his shoe. He jerked his head in the direction of the girls. “I saw you with them just now. That’s so sweet. Vivian made some new friends on her first day. Come on. The money.”
“Fine, you win the bet.” I dug out ten bucks from my wallet and handed it to him in mock defeat.
He held up the money and said, “Now, I’m gonna use it to buy smoothies for both of us. I know this place where they sell the most awesome takeaway smoothies. Come on.”
“Oh, no.” I waved my hands in front of me and shook my head vigorously. I didn’t know why I was so reluctant to go with him. “I couldn’t.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kidnap you or anything. A lot of us go there after school. I’m sure Keith wouldn’t mind.”
“Yeah, he’s at the station.” I decided there was no harm in getting a smoothie with a family friend. “Okay.”
He drove us to this place near the diner and as we pulled up beside the pavement, a group of guys, obviously Tyler’s friends, spotted us and started towards the truck.
“Hey, Ty. Who’s the cutie?” I was suddenly surrounded by taller guys with long black hair. I felt dwarfed. I looked for Tyler.
“Guys, this is Vivian. She’s new here, and an old friend, so play nice.” Tyler playfully punched one of them in the shoulder, and they started play-fighting.
“Hi,” one of them said. He looked younger than the rest. “I’m Leo.”
“Hey.” I smiled at him, still feeling a little uncomfortable with Tyler occupied.
“So what are you doing here?” Leo asked.
“Uh, we’re here to buy smoothies.” I laughed. “Why, is this an interrogation?”
“No, no. Just making conversation.” Leo said. He looked a little alarmed by my joke.
I didn’t know what to do. Leo was obviously no help, Tyler was busy, so I walked away to wait in the smoothie shop for him. Once I got into the shop, I felt relieved.
“Hello.”
I turned around. (What is it with people sneaking up on me all the time??) It was Anthony.
“Hi.” I said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier on. I’m Anthony Callahan. You’re Vivian?”
“Yeah.” I said. “Do they bother you a lot? You know, Brad and those guys?”
He ignored my question. “Thank you for your intervention earlier, but I was perfectly fine without your help.”
“Really?” I was amused by this. “You didn’t look so fine when he was holding you a few inches above the ground. Why didn’t you fight back?”
He glared at me, unappreciative of my remark. “I chose NOT to fight back. They aren’t worth my time.”
I gaped at him then. Didn’t I say that once???
Plus, what kind of guy would repeatedly allow other guys to beat them up????
“You should fight back though.” I said, still a little shocked by what he said. “You’d be doing all the other guys who WANT to fight them but can’t a favour.”
His eyebrows shot up. Way up.
“Why would I want to do them a favour?” he asked incredulously.
“Uh…..” Oh my God, this guy was unbelievable. “Because there is such a thing as kindness?”
He laughed. Like, seriously laughed as if I’d cracked a joke.
“Kindness! She says.” He sobered up a little and snarled at me, “When have they ever done ME a kindness?” He started to walk away, but I instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I said, “Come on. What’s your problem? People help each other. Or at least, they’re supposed to. What’s wrong with a little kindness?”
He turned his head slightly and looked at me from the corner of his eye. “Thank you for helping me today, but I must leave now.” With that, he yanked his arm out of my grasp and stalked away.
Tyler entered the shop just as he left. Anthony shot him an intimidating glare as they crossed. Tyler stared at him back, his eyes equally hostile.
“Why were you talking to him?” Tyler asked me in a not-too-friendly way.
“Oh, he was just some guy who I saved from some stupid jerks today.” I said nonchalantly.
“You should stay away from the Callahan’s.”
“What?” I looked at him incredulously. Why did people keep telling me to stay away from other people today?
“Never mind.” His face changed expression in a nanosecond. “Let’s get the smoothies.”
We sipped our smoothies as we walked back to the truck. I spotted a quarter on the pavement. I picked it up and slotted it into the nearest parking meter. Tyler looked at me questioningly.
“When I was a little girl, before my parents divorced, Dad used to tell me the story of how he met my Mom,” I explained. “He was on the pavement, having trouble with a policewoman because he did not put enough money into the parking meter. Then Mom walked past and asked what was going on. When she knew, she took out her purse and got out just enough money to put into the meter. Ever since then every time I find money on the ground, I put it into a meter,” I said, shrugging. “I figure it’ll help someone eventually.”
“That’s amazing. I’ve never met somebody who does that,” he said. I blushed and dipped my hand into his front pocket. “Come on,” I said, jangling the keys in front of his stunned face. I tried to forget what I did and walked ahead quickly. I was already opening the truck door when he’d caught up with me.
As we approached the house, I said, “Well, thanks for the ride, Tyler.” He held out his arms and reached over. He felt warm and I could smell his Tyler-y smell. “No problem, Vivian.” I got out of the truck and watched as it disappeared down the road.
What a heck of a first day it had been.
I reviewed the day’s events in my head as I got out my books and spread them on the table. Ashley, Leah, and Sandra were cool, and I could tell they had accepted me into their group. My teachers were okay, but the homework they gave could kill. Tyler was so sweet; I can’t believe I actually put my hand into his pocket to look for his keys! What kind of person does that?
The thing with Anthony and Brad was weird, and what was up with him in the smoothie shop? Something told me that he wasn’t as simple as a nerd.
I suddenly remembered how his skin felt when I reached out to grab him.
It felt really cold.


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