Mending My Heart

Chapter 1: Elaina

A/N As you guys can probably tell, I have decided to write my own story. Hope you guys enjoy this one because I think I'm going to have fun writing this one!~Love, Olivia

              ~Elaina POV~

       I hum to the music on my phone. "Honey, come down here! I need you to help with the dishes." My mom calls. I pause my music before running down the stairs into the kitchen. Cleaning dishes. Lovely. This has to be one of the most simple tasks known to man, yet I always seem to mess something up. From putting the wrong types of dish soaps in and covering my kitchen floor in bubbles, to accidentally putting my wash cloths down the garbage disposal. This time, It's breaking a plate. Not just any plate. Nope. It just happens to be one of my mom's favorite china plates.

     "Hun, what was that?" My mom calls from the living room.

"Uh..umm. Nothing? Yea, yea, yea nothing." I say trying to cover up my hesitation. I wonder when my mom will notice that it is physically impossible for me to do dishes. She swears I'll get the hang of it one day but I don't think that day is coming soon. I sigh. I'm just going to have to tell her the truth. I've never really been good at lying. I always just give something away. I still haven't figured out what it is that gives me away. Oh well. I walk to the living room, dish cloth in hand, and start to confess.

    "Mom...? I really don't think that it's the best idea for me to do the dishes anymore." I say, dread dripping in my tone.

"Why do you say that?" My mom asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"Imayormaynothavedroppedoneofyourchinaplatesonthefloor" I say in one breath.

"Calm down Laina. No need to worry." She says, using my nickname. Yea she thinks there's nothing to worry about, but just you wait.

I take a deep breath and then start talking.

"I may or may not have dropped one of your china plates on the floor." I manage to squeak out.

"Did you pick it up?" She asks, scary calm. Oh dear God save me now.

"Yes." I reply smoothly. I'm proud that my voice didn't waver.

"Good. Go upstairs and get ready for bed. You have school in the morning." She gets up walking into the kitchen to finish off the dishes. I stand there in shock. That's it! There is no way she came off that calm. I have never seen her control her temper the way she did just then. I go upstairs not wanting to push my luck with her patience. Crawling on to my bed I check my phone for messages. Of course I don't have any not that I expected to have some anyways. If there's one good thing about being invisible, It's that no one really bullies you. They just leave you alone. Which can be a good and a bad thing. I yawn. Finally my eyes drift to a close and my mind flies to a different world.

              !-! Alex POV !-!

           I slam my locker shut as someone approaches me. Ryan keener is my best friend. He's buff. Like really buff. If he looked at you a certain way then it could send you running the opposite direction.

"Sup, man. Haven't seen you in a while." He speaks cooly.

"Nothing really. I've been on house arrest for a week and finally got let off today." I say while grabbing my literature book. I may have a high ego but I don't slack.

"Cool. Well I gotta get going. David is saving me a spot by a new hot chick in Bio."

I snicker. "Good luck getting her. I bet dissecting a frog really turns a girl on."

We depart as usual and go our separate ways. I start heading to class. I hate how my locker is all the way across the school from my first class. I practically have to run to get to class on time. When the warning bell goes off I start jogging. I start picking up momentum when-BANG!- I run right into someone. I skid to a halt. Looking down I see a short girl with brown hair. Her books are scattered all over the floor and she struggles to get up and get them. She looks up and I can finally see the girls face. She has green eyes that look like nothing I've ever seen before. She wears a small coat and some jeans. It's when she starts picking up her first book that I stop adoring the beautiful girl.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry!" I gush. I run to her side and start picking up the rest of her books.

"It's okay. Nothing I haven't been through before." She says quietly. She brushes some hair out of her face.

"Here let me walk to class." I offer, not wanting to say good-bye to the green eyed angel yet. She nods her head gently as she leads the way to her class.

"What do you have for homeroom?" I ask.

"English. Not the most satisfying class, but I'll take it."

"Same." How could I not have noticed the green eyed beauty before? "What's your name?"

"Elaina, Elaina Johnson." She says shyly, hugging all her books to her chest. "Yours?"

"Alex Palmer."

"Cool." She replies. We walk into to class and take a seat. She looks up at me and our eyes meet. It's only now that I see a saddened gleam in her eyes. When she breaks the stare, she looks down at her desk, her cheeks flushing. I smile. It's nice to know that I have some sort of impact on her. I hear her take out a piece a paper and I turn to watch tentatively. Her pencil glides along the paper effortlessly and I can't help but feel amazed.

"Elaina, That's amazing." I say. She looks up, startled that I was watching her.

"Thanks." She says before another flood of pink invades her cheeks. Then the boring teacher enters the class and I just have to hope on my lucky stars that I have another class with green-eyed beauty.