Chapter 3
The next day, as I walked alone to school, I could sense it was going to be a bad day. Just sense it. First of all, Josie was sick and wasn’t coming. Second, Aaron would be on the bus on the way to a basketball game. Third…every time Terrence’s name came up, it’d get mentioned the next day. Which means I’d feel like crap all day.
Everything was okay until I got to fourth period. That’s when the talking started.
“I’ve heard he killed someone.”
“That’s not what I heard. He freaking, like, beat up his own girlfriend.”
“Wow…what a hot, badass man.”
They were driving me insane. Who the hell were they talking about? Damon said he wasn’t going to this school…
And then there he walked, into my study hall. He looked really hot (though I was beginning to picture him in a bathing suit, but then decided to picture him in those abs….only so I didn’t start drooling or anything) in his baggy blue shirt and really nice Levi’s. His brown hair was in that messy, drool-worthy style of his. It took me forever to figure out he was smiling at me. Staring at me. Lord.
He tapped the table. I blinked, realizing I had been staring.
“Oh, uh, hey.” I moved my folders and notebooks to the side, making space for him.
He smiled, sitting down. He placed his backpack on his lap. “What am I supposed to do here?”
I stared at him. “You’re supposed to do work. It’s called school.” He laughed at the no-joke sentence.
“No, I meant-”
“Miss Eich.” My eyes snapped to Mr. Beeber, the vice principle. “No vibration. Perhaps show Mr. Slade to his classes if you wish to chat.” I wanted desperately to just stomp on his $50 shoes, but instead I forced a smile.
“Yeah…okay.” I shoved my stuff in my bag. He stood up also, following me out of the library.
When I stopped, he ran right into me, making us both topple backwards. He caught his balance – but, just like me, I fell flat on my butt. Without even gesturing, he took my hand, making me fly up to my legs. I was really, really, really embarrassed and flat-out pissed off. My notebooks were scattered.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” He said as he helped collect my belongings.
“It’s alright,” I replied. I was still really shaky and…oh, shit, what’s the word? Shaky and…whatever.
“I thought you weren’t coming here?” I said as we made our way down the hall.
“Weren’t. I wasn’t, but the other school lacked color. Obviously, I chose this.” I raised my eyebrows. I met his gaze on me – his teasing stare whenever he said that. I bit my lip and looked away.
“Aaron’s not too fond of you.”
“Obviously.”
“He thinks you’re a stalker. I’ve told him you’re not, so if you want friends here, you might want to get that straight. Aaron’s an all-star, so he knows the world.”
He nodded. We walked in silence. We weren’t actually going to classes – we were just roaming around, talking about the people in the school, introducing him to them verbally.
We ran into Aaron, who was on the way to an out-of-school game. Lucky bum.
“Hey!” Aaron suddenly stopped, staring at Damon. “Hey.”
“You two have met. Awesome.” The feeling in my stomach hurt.
“We sure did.” Damon smiled his ador- just crooked smile.
Aaron’s eyebrows raised. I knew that gesture. I rolled my eyes. “Aaron, he’s not going to fucking get all over you or anything. He’s normal. Fine.”
“Yeah, and Logan was?”
My calm mood rose. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying, Zee! You don’t know people anymore!”
“Logan is…he’s gone, alright? I don’t like talking about him.” I bit my lip. I really did hate talking about Logan and Terrence both. They both ruined me. Logan purposely ruining me. The little stalker.
“Shit, I gotta go.” He stared at Damon for a moment, then looked at me. “See you at the game?”
I groaned. “Fuck no. I got piles to do tonight.” I looked over at Damon, who met my eyes and smiled back.
Aaron raised his eyebrows. Again. “Alrighty, well, okay…catch you later.” He gave one last glance at Damon, the paced by us.
I turned to Damon. “Feel the love yet?”
He stared past me, his eyes narrowed. Then he looked at me, smiling. “Yup. Very much.”
*~*
I only had study hall, art, and pre-calculus with Damon. He was amazing at art and pre-calculus, which made him ever hot-
As I walked home, I couldn’t think of another reason why I couldn’t like Damon. I mean…obviously I liked him a tad, right? I mean, we were like, best friends in the span of three days. What’s that actually mean?
I’m not saying he’s my soul mate or anything. I’m just saying…well, thinking, but whatever…what if. I normally hated thinking about what ifs, but today…it wasn’t so horrible. I liked that.
What I’m saying is…
Let’s just hope he’s not a heartless bastard or anything.
*~*
I squeezed my eyes shut. Everything was running through my head…thoughts, memories…
What could I remember? Oh, yeah, that’s right. Nothing. I couldn’t remember anything. Bits and pieces, that’s all. The fact my life had trailed that way…it was rather depressing. For me, at least. To most people they’d jump at the chance.
But I have no fucking clue what that chance is. It could be anything. What was happening to me wasn’t just anything, it was everything.
And Zaylie seemed the only one that could help me.
Aaron seemed like he disliked my existence.
Josie seems the type that would like, jump on people. And I really hated that in a person.
How the hell could this happen? What the hell did I do? What the hell happened?!
The stupid headache that’d been aching since I came back was always there. If I was with Zaylie, it was still there. If I was sleeping in a hot tub it’d still be there to go off. It was like an alarm in my head. Beep. Buzz. Beep. Buzz. Beep. Buzz. My life sucked, and I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t turn it around.
The fact that the bits and pieces I did remember were fucking scary. They were all dark colors with dark, scary sounds. Thunder. Strike of lightning, then black.
I couldn’t understand any of it.
But the mention of Logan…I don’t know, but I really knew the name Logan wouldn’t stop teasing my mind. Stabbing at it even more.
God, what ever happened to Ibuprofen that actually worked?!
To Be Continued
The next day, as I walked alone to school, I could sense it was going to be a bad day. Just sense it. First of all, Josie was sick and wasn’t coming. Second, Aaron would be on the bus on the way to a basketball game. Third…every time Terrence’s name came up, it’d get mentioned the next day. Which means I’d feel like crap all day.
Everything was okay until I got to fourth period. That’s when the talking started.
“I’ve heard he killed someone.”
“That’s not what I heard. He freaking, like, beat up his own girlfriend.”
“Wow…what a hot, badass man.”
They were driving me insane. Who the hell were they talking about? Damon said he wasn’t going to this school…
And then there he walked, into my study hall. He looked really hot (though I was beginning to picture him in a bathing suit, but then decided to picture him in those abs….only so I didn’t start drooling or anything) in his baggy blue shirt and really nice Levi’s. His brown hair was in that messy, drool-worthy style of his. It took me forever to figure out he was smiling at me. Staring at me. Lord.
He tapped the table. I blinked, realizing I had been staring.
“Oh, uh, hey.” I moved my folders and notebooks to the side, making space for him.
He smiled, sitting down. He placed his backpack on his lap. “What am I supposed to do here?”
I stared at him. “You’re supposed to do work. It’s called school.” He laughed at the no-joke sentence.
“No, I meant-”
“Miss Eich.” My eyes snapped to Mr. Beeber, the vice principle. “No vibration. Perhaps show Mr. Slade to his classes if you wish to chat.” I wanted desperately to just stomp on his $50 shoes, but instead I forced a smile.
“Yeah…okay.” I shoved my stuff in my bag. He stood up also, following me out of the library.
When I stopped, he ran right into me, making us both topple backwards. He caught his balance – but, just like me, I fell flat on my butt. Without even gesturing, he took my hand, making me fly up to my legs. I was really, really, really embarrassed and flat-out pissed off. My notebooks were scattered.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” He said as he helped collect my belongings.
“It’s alright,” I replied. I was still really shaky and…oh, shit, what’s the word? Shaky and…whatever.
“I thought you weren’t coming here?” I said as we made our way down the hall.
“Weren’t. I wasn’t, but the other school lacked color. Obviously, I chose this.” I raised my eyebrows. I met his gaze on me – his teasing stare whenever he said that. I bit my lip and looked away.
“Aaron’s not too fond of you.”
“Obviously.”
“He thinks you’re a stalker. I’ve told him you’re not, so if you want friends here, you might want to get that straight. Aaron’s an all-star, so he knows the world.”
He nodded. We walked in silence. We weren’t actually going to classes – we were just roaming around, talking about the people in the school, introducing him to them verbally.
We ran into Aaron, who was on the way to an out-of-school game. Lucky bum.
“Hey!” Aaron suddenly stopped, staring at Damon. “Hey.”
“You two have met. Awesome.” The feeling in my stomach hurt.
“We sure did.” Damon smiled his ador- just crooked smile.
Aaron’s eyebrows raised. I knew that gesture. I rolled my eyes. “Aaron, he’s not going to fucking get all over you or anything. He’s normal. Fine.”
“Yeah, and Logan was?”
My calm mood rose. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying, Zee! You don’t know people anymore!”
“Logan is…he’s gone, alright? I don’t like talking about him.” I bit my lip. I really did hate talking about Logan and Terrence both. They both ruined me. Logan purposely ruining me. The little stalker.
“Shit, I gotta go.” He stared at Damon for a moment, then looked at me. “See you at the game?”
I groaned. “Fuck no. I got piles to do tonight.” I looked over at Damon, who met my eyes and smiled back.
Aaron raised his eyebrows. Again. “Alrighty, well, okay…catch you later.” He gave one last glance at Damon, the paced by us.
I turned to Damon. “Feel the love yet?”
He stared past me, his eyes narrowed. Then he looked at me, smiling. “Yup. Very much.”
*~*
I only had study hall, art, and pre-calculus with Damon. He was amazing at art and pre-calculus, which made him ever hot-
As I walked home, I couldn’t think of another reason why I couldn’t like Damon. I mean…obviously I liked him a tad, right? I mean, we were like, best friends in the span of three days. What’s that actually mean?
I’m not saying he’s my soul mate or anything. I’m just saying…well, thinking, but whatever…what if. I normally hated thinking about what ifs, but today…it wasn’t so horrible. I liked that.
What I’m saying is…
Let’s just hope he’s not a heartless bastard or anything.
*~*
I squeezed my eyes shut. Everything was running through my head…thoughts, memories…
What could I remember? Oh, yeah, that’s right. Nothing. I couldn’t remember anything. Bits and pieces, that’s all. The fact my life had trailed that way…it was rather depressing. For me, at least. To most people they’d jump at the chance.
But I have no fucking clue what that chance is. It could be anything. What was happening to me wasn’t just anything, it was everything.
And Zaylie seemed the only one that could help me.
Aaron seemed like he disliked my existence.
Josie seems the type that would like, jump on people. And I really hated that in a person.
How the hell could this happen? What the hell did I do? What the hell happened?!
The stupid headache that’d been aching since I came back was always there. If I was with Zaylie, it was still there. If I was sleeping in a hot tub it’d still be there to go off. It was like an alarm in my head. Beep. Buzz. Beep. Buzz. Beep. Buzz. My life sucked, and I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t turn it around.
The fact that the bits and pieces I did remember were fucking scary. They were all dark colors with dark, scary sounds. Thunder. Strike of lightning, then black.
I couldn’t understand any of it.
But the mention of Logan…I don’t know, but I really knew the name Logan wouldn’t stop teasing my mind. Stabbing at it even more.
God, what ever happened to Ibuprofen that actually worked?!
To Be Continued
