Alex Chase: Beyond The Multiverse

Chapter 36: Whose The Ninja?

Sorry, but this chapter will be a little bit short. I want to get into writing the anime shows I've been dying to add to this book.

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*Randy Cunningham*

I have never met a girl more awesome the Theresa Fowler...until today that is. Weird thing is, Theresa and the new girl are the same person. Which means dating one of them means I can date the other at the same time! How honkin' bruce is that?!

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" Hey, did you guys hear about the new girl?"

" Yeah. Dude, she's the hottest girl in all of Norrisville. Probably the world."

" Did you hear she's a freshman?"

" Yeah. It's only like a four year difference. My folks are at least seven year apart and they're still together."

" You think I got a shot with her?"

" No way man. Only the Ninja himself would be worthy of a lady that fine." Whispers of gossip trailed down the hall. When the last one caught my ear, I lit up with a giant grin.

" Hey man, you thinkin' what I'm thinin'?" I asked.

" We go check out the new girl and ask her out?" Howard asked. I facepalmed.

" No! We got check to see if she's really the Sorceress in disguise!" I said quietly.

" Is this our life now? So messed up that a new kid can't come to school without drawing suspicion?" Howard asked. I sighed.

" Yeah. I guess it is." I sneaked into the courtyard, racing past students and teachers alike. The first thing I noticed about the scene made me grimace. Every boy in school was bowing to somebody I couldn't see. Every girl was glaring daggers at the person, like they wanted to stab her.

(Hehe, see what I did there?)

" Yo, whose the hot chick?" A kid near me asked the girl to his right.

" I heard she just moved here from Pennsylvania." I snuck up to get a closer look. I was expecting the girl to be about as hot as the TV actress I had once swooned over when I was younger. I was not expecting the girl to be a total knockout.

Seriously, I am not kidding. I felt myself blackening out from the sheer beauty she radiated. She had flawless snow-white skin, waist-length curly/wavy blond hair, stunning violet eyes, hourglass curves, and the most athletic figure I had ever seen.

She wasn't wearing a spot of makeup, her lips were naturally bright red, and and her eyelashes were naturally as black as midnight. No nail polish, no heels, not even a skirt.

The most beautiful thing about the girl by far was the fact that she wasn't trying to be beautiful. Totally my type. A voice in the back of my head told me that this girl was too good to be true, but my heart wouldn't listen. It was throbbing at the sight of her.

She was walking next to the only girl in sight that didn't look like she wanted to murder her. This girl had a goth vibe, with shoulder-length black hair–longer part up in a pony tail, combat boots, her purple lipstick, layers of mascara, and black clothing, she looked like she embodied individuality almost as much as the goddess standing next to her.

The girls walked straight up to me. I steeled my nerves. I was not going to act like a shoob in front of such a crazy awesome girl. I forced myself to look into her sparkling violet eyes. She smirked.

I noticed a lot more about the girl now.
She wore a black T-shirt, black jeans, a black choker with a Yin and Yang symbol with the Sun and Moon, and black combat boots. She was wearing all black, like the goth beside her.