"It's Joe again." she muttered, throwing her forest green backpack on the table.
"Let's do your butterknife theory. Chop off..." Ash began but she was eagarly cut off by her friend.
"How about we just forget Mr. Kohls even exists and start this lab..." Brooke growled, pulling a green binder out of her baf and opening it to page 6.0 "And what the hell are we doing?"
"Finding the pH of household products." Ashley spat excitedly, "To see if they are an acid or a base!"
"Great." she muttered, just as Mrs. Martian, a crazy science teacher walked into the room. As of today, she had her stringy black hair pulled back into a clip with a jaguar print dress shirt, not your ideal teacher.
"Yoah! Look over there! Them girls have started, what about the rest of you!" she cried, throwing her arms in the air, "I'm not your mother! I don't need to tell you when you can start!" Brooke laughed slightly and turned back to her module to find her friend Ashley waving a bottle of liquid in front of her face.
"We'll start with bleach!" she yapped, pulling the dropper out of the bottle and dropping it onto a colorful stripe of paper. Brooke patiently watched the paper turn color...this is retarded she thought looking up to see her teacher's crooked grin.
"Is there only two of you?" she questioned, fiddling with her teacher id slightly.
"Yeah." Ashley spat always wanting the attention of the adult figure. Like if she was nice to the teacher, they'd give her an excellent grade.
"Then Andrew Valmont is going to join your group." she stated, "He's new in town." A boy with recklessly spiked rusty brown hair stepped up beside her, hands shoved in his pockets. Brooke nibbled on her bottom lip slightly as their equally overwhelming blue eyes locked, quickly she broke free and grabbed a bottle filled with a clear liquid.
"Let's do Drano next." she suggested, nervously tapping her fingers on the table as Andrew slid behind her and sat in the seat next to the wall.
"Okay, do you want to test this one, Andrew?" Ash asked, waving the materials in front of his face as she had done to Brooke before. He blinked, surprised with the sudden items being shoved inches from his face.
"Nah. I'll just watch." he uttered, staring intently at his hands which he was clasping and unclasping together.
"He's nervous." Ash whispered as Brooke dropped some Drano onto the stripe.
"It's like he's never been in a school before." Brooke replied quietly as she watched colors change slowly on the pH decoder stripe of paper. Glancing up from the stripe of paper she saw Andrew silently reading her notebook. Quickly she snatched it away from him, "What were you doing!" Brooke cried looking down and re-reading her poem.
...every inch of my skin aches for you.
if you only knew.
i hate this world cause i'm not with you
but i can't seem to get away.
This bitter sweet feeling just stays...
Passion is the drug i'm just addicted to...
and passion is misery...
and passion is agony...
and passion is you.
"Listen, it was a really good poem. Your a great writer." he insisted, his eyes searching her face for any emotions. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly enraged.
"What gives you the right to just read my poem?"
"I had no right amd I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Brooke muttered, tucking her notebook back into her bag and glancing to the clock. Thirty-eight minutes left of class.
"Give him a break, he's new." Ashley whispered, noticing the hurt look on Andrew's face. "He was just reading it so he could start up a conversation, he had no idea you'd flip."
"I guess I shouldn't have left it out..." Brooke mumbled, turning to see Andrew staring sadly at the floor. "Hey Andy, let's start over. I'm Brooke Champine."
He glanced up, "Sc-Andrew Valmont." His face shaded red and he glanced down at the floor.
"Can I call you Andy? Or do you just want to be called Andrew?" Brooke questioned her eyes fixed on his ice blue eyes.
"You can call me Andy. I don't mind." he spat quietly a half-smile plastered on his slightly blemished face.
"Alright, Andy." Brooke grinned, "It's friday night, what are you doing?"
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"What time are you going to Josh's tonight?" Megan questioned, coming up behind Luke and throwing her arms around his neck. He glanced over his shoulder to find her head right there.
"Around six." he managed to spit out.
"What time should I be there?" she asked, not releasing herself from his shoulders.
"Whenever." he stated, blue eyes drifting to the clock, ten more minutes before class started. Megan tilted her head slightly on his shoulder so she was looking up at him.
"Do you want me to pick you up at six?" she muttered, hating the way he dodged questions, he usually never gave any straight answers. By lifting his shoulders in a slight shug, he pretty much told her he didn't care either way. "Okay, I'll pick you up then."
"If you want to." he spat.
"Do you think your sister will need a ride?" Megan inquired, nudging him with her head slightly.
"She's coming? Great." Luke remarked sarcastically.
"I take it you and her aren't on speaking terms again." Megan observed, brushing a strand of dark red hair from her face.
"That's not it." Luke snapped, "It's just that I don't like her tagging around. I don't want her watching over my shoulder at the party. Anyways, I got to go to History. I'll see you later." He slipped out of Megan's grip, turning around and smacking right into someone.
The sound of a lunch tray clattering against the tiled floor sounded throughout the commons, as Luke was knocked to the floor next to the figure he had run into. Luke's ice eyes shot to the boy who sat next to him a worried look plastered on his face. "I'm really sorry..." he gasped, "I'm new around here, I was just trying to find some place to sit and I didn't see you."
"Whatever." Luke cursed, standing up and looking himself over. "You didn't get anything on my leather jacket, so everything is fine."
The other boy stood up, a dumb founded look on his face, "I'm Peter Valmont."
"Luke Champine." he spat, "You can call me Shifty." Luke gave him a weird look and spoke again, "Do you want me to give you some cash so you can replace your lunch?"
"No, that's okay." Peter yelped, "I got enough money."
"Well, my friends having a party tonight, if you want to come, you can." Luke said, "to make up for embarressing you on the first day you step foot in this hell hole."
"Hey, that'd be cool." Peter grinned, "Could I bring my brother's along?"
"Whatever, doesn't matter." Luke spat, writing down Josh's address on his napkin which Luke had found on the floor, "Come around seven."
"Not a minute later!" Peter called after Luke as he headed off to class.
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William glanced down at his schedule for the sixth rime in two minutes, he just couldn't seem to find room 209. Shaking his head slowly, he began down the hall again, looking at all the room numbers. Soon everyone began to disappear into their rooms leaving William standing lost in the middle of the hall. Quickly he turned the corner and found himeself face to face with a short brown haired boy.
"Uhh...could you help me find room 209?" William spluttered nervously, folding his schedule into a small square.
"Three doors down." he said pointing down the hall, "You take a right at the enf of this hall, and it's the third door on the right side."
"Thanks man, it's my first day here." he thanked, turning to leave but he felt someone grab his arm.
"I'm having a party tonight if you'd like to come and meet some new people." the short boy spat.
William laughed, "first day here and I'm already invited to a party."
"Yeah." he spat, "Here's my address, drop by seven if you want. The names Josh Goretski, and you are?"
"William Valmont." he said, turning and heading down the hall in the direction of his Geometry class.
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"Heidi, did you see that guy!" Megan cried the second Luke and Peter were out of sight. Heidi glanced up from the bag of chips she was nibbling on to see what her best friend wanted.
"What guy?" she inquired, raising her eyebrow slightly.
"The one that just ran into Luke."
"Oh, him. He needs to cut his hair!"
"I know!" Megan exclaimed, "It's so long and scrubby looking!"
"Are you intriged by him?" Heidi suddenly accused.
"No." Megan snapped, "I just thought I saw him getting picked on earlier in the hall and you know, I was wondering if it was the same guy."
"No Megs." she spat, "that other boy had short hair."
"Ahh, but didn't it look like him?" she asked, her eyes drifting over to Peter who was quietly eating lunch by himself at a nearby table.
"Umm...no."Heidi muttered giving her friend a weird look, "are you sure your not into that boy?"
"Trust me." Megan said, "I'm not into that boy."
"Oh, yeah?" Heidi questioned Megan's answer.
"Yeah, I'm still into Luke." she reminded her friend, "and nothings going to change that."