Mine

Matthew

One day in, and my charm had taken me far. By third period, I had a date with a beautiful, but quiet girl.Everyone else blamed my date with Avery on souther charm. I blamed it on my father.

Being an Investigators son, I had been brought up with profiling as a strong suite. I was good at reading people. Avery was no different. The one difference though was I wasn't going to ditch her. You see, I used to use this talent of reading people to my advantage, to capture unsuspecting girls hearts. It wasn't that I was a player... Well I actually was, I wasn't an ass, though. I dated a lot of girls, I just never pursued them. Breakups suck, and in my short seventeen years of life, I'd had one too many messy breakups. I had chosen to date, but never get serious with a girl until I left for college. That was when things would actually start to matter. That was when it would be acceptable for me to ask her father for her hand, and take her to the alter. High school was just a game though. Love wasn't a real thing. Even high school sweethearts don't fall in true love until later in life.

Avery was different, though. I'd known her for 4 hours, and I knew I'd want to try to spark something up. I was in like. Not love, but it could turn into something more. It needed time though. I had asked Jess in chemistry to talk to Avery for me. But when I saw her in the hall, with those black tights that hugged her thin legs, and her dress that curved around her admittedly nice assets, all topped of with a head full of dark hair, turned down, with a small quiet smile on her full lips- I knew I couldn't be a coward. She had looked up, at me with those stormy gray eyes, and I smiled, staring at the navy blue flecks splashed across the iris, and patiently waited. She turned her eyes ahead, at around my chest area, glancing behind me where Jess stood, undoubtedly mouthing out plans. Pushing her friend to say yes.

And that was it. I had hooked Avery. And unlike most of the fish I had hooked in my life, I was not releasing this one back into the water. To be fair though, I had just lured her into a date. She had entrapped my heart though. Four hours, and I was already curious to see if this was the girl I'd marry. If this was one of those Rome and Juliet moments, without having the death and rivalry.

I stood in the doorway of my sisters room, watching her unpack her boxes. My younger sister, Joy-Anna Beverly Peeves , Jo or Joy, for short, was one of the only girls in the world that I would never dare act cocky around. After my mother had passed away due to losing a fight with an ugly lady named cancer, and dad always in the office, or on the field, I felt the responsibility of taking care of her. She was two years younger than me, a mere 15, but she was my world. My dad was by no means a horrible father. I loved him, but he had been distant since mom died. I was three, and my sister had just turned 1 a week earlier. But seeing as dad had closed off all women, even my sister , a little, I had to protect her from anything and everything. She had turned out alright, thus far. Making mainly A's, with an occasional B, passing two AP courses, on top of making captain of the cheerleading squad at our old school, and generally being an overall nice girl. She wore a cross around her neck, and paired it with a gleaming smile. She was the girl who would have a small wedding in a small white church down south, and live happily ever after with twins, and her rich, lawyer husband on a ranch. I was happy my sister turned out like she did, classy, and sweet. The epitome of a southern belle.

"Matt, I love you and all, but could you move your booty outta my doorway, unless you're gonna help me unpack." I snapped my eyes back up, my thoughts scattering to the depths of my memory, waiting to be dragged back up again at a later time. "Actually, I like my second idea better. Open that box up, and start stacking those books on the shelf, please and thank you." As I made my way over, she sliced the tape on another box, revealing clothing.

"Actually Jo, I need your help with something," I said as she absentmindedly listened, " I'm kind of going on a date, and have no idea what to wear. I was hoping you'd help..." I rubbed my neck,and watched her , waiting for a response. I swear if she had snapped her head up any faster, it would've sailed through the open window behind her.

"Only you, the great Matthew James Peeves The Fourth, would have ,after his first day of school, in a new place, I might add as wee, a date. Daggum, these northern girls must be really desperate to go with your ugly mug," she said, giving me a bright smile, and doing a small little hop of excitement, her blonde curls bouncing with her. She zipped past me, grabbing my hand and tugging me down the hall to my room. She threw open my closet, where I had already hung up my clothes, and crossed one arm across her chest. She balanced the opposite elbow on top of it, and thoughtfully tapped her finger against her chin, as she scanned my assortment of jeans, flannels, and a few t-shirts. She pulled down a simple brown coat, orange and blue flannel, a pair of jeans, and juggled a pair of boots along onto my bed,as well. She grabbed a thick black slip on jacket as a last minuet thought.

"Sorry about all the layers, but you'll get cold when you give her your coat, 'hint, hint'," she stated raising her eyebrows and giving me a wink. " Treat this one like Daddy treated Momma", she called over her shoulder as she left me alone with my thoughts, and a pile of clothes. She always said this, but I thought I might actually listen to her this time. I got dressed, and did some basic hygiene, as well as a few extra steps, like carefully combing my hair, and spritzing my favorite cologne on. Before I knew it, I was facing Avery's red door, after following the directions she had put in my phone at lunch. 7:30 sharp. I tapped my knuckles on the door. I stepped back, and waited, watching, as the knob turned.

My jaw dropped when the door opened.

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AN: Hey guys! Sorry that these chapters aren't long, and pretty short. With it being from three different POV's, I want it to be more broken up. When writing, I get bored if I write from a specific characters POV for too long. Example: I felt like I needed this chapter from Matt, but I think I'll mainly stick to writing Jess, and Avery's side of things. I wanted y'all to theoretically read about his thoughts pre-date, but the story is more about Avery and Jess. Another reason , I really wanted Avery to narrate the date. I'll work on making them longer, though! Also, I promise things will start picking up with the whole Jess scandal VERY soon! Her and Avery's friendship will be tested as promised! Remember to vote and comment! I'd love hearing from you guys! I think an authors biggest accomplishment is taking feedback from readers, and using it to improve their writing, so please share your thoughts and ideas! Thanks!~Kamryn J. Harrison