You've Got to be Kidding me

Chapter 3: I looked like the blonde version of the grinch on his man period

I woke up to the sound of breaking glass-again. I can't deal with this. The front door slammed shut and I got up to go put on the clothes I set up for my first day of school. I was going to wear a grey sweatshirt, faded jeans and grey sneakers which I hoped would help me blend in with the crowd. My plan for today was to try to become invisible so that I wouldn't draw to much attention to myself and somehow come across with Trey. Four years ago, we were in all the same classes but I prayed that this year would be different. It enough that he lives five minutes away- I don't need him in my lessons distracting me with his stupidity.

I went downstairs to find our housekeeper, Oga, cleaning up the pile of glass Rebecca had left in the wake of her tantrum. I had cleaned up most of the mess from yesterday night. I gave Oga a sympathetic look while she cleaned up this morning's remnants-after six weeks in the Caribbean, the poor thing had to return back to this hell hole of a home. Grabbing and apple from the counter I put my bag over my shoulder and walked out the door, shouting a brief 'goodbye' to my mom and brother upstairs-who both replied with heart warming grunts.

While I got closer to school I started to get more and more worried about all the things that could go wrong today. I had a really bad feeling that he would be on the lookout for me. I didn't tell any of my friends this but a few weeks after he left Trey has started sending me really weird text messages like 'Oh Cass, how I miss you' or 'Don't worry, one of these days the pain will become too great and I will be forced to come back to you' and stupid, sarcastic messages like that. I Knew it was stupid, but I felt like, at the time, he would actually come back just for me. But don't go on thinking that I thought he would come back for me in a positive way- when I thought this I was thinking that he was so shallow and hateful that he would come back just to torture me more. Looks like I was right.

I spent the rest of the walk contemplating ways to 'accidentally' murder him in his sleep or somehow black mail his parents into moving back but I knew they wouldn't. I had a feeling that there was a special reason as to why his family really moved back to Boston that didn't have anything to do with me but with Bianca-Trey's sister.

The loud racketing of something fast approaching pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see a boy with a snap back skateboarding towards me. And me, having the slowest reflexes on Earth, just stood there like an idiot. Staring.

"Oi! Unless you wanna get run over by my skateboard you better move!" laughed the boy, not even bothering to stop but giving the skateboard more speed.

"Nate! Slow down! Remember the last time you run someone over with your skateboard!" Screamed a girl behind him, but there was amusement in her voice as though the memory was funny.

Rolling his eyes, he skidded to a stop in front of me, raising his eyebrows.

"Did you want to get run over or something?" he asked just as the girl began to catch up to him on her bike. Seeing them together, up close, I realised that they went to my school. Nate and Safi. Together they had made a unique and new clique unseen at any other school. It was a cross between weirdoes, freaks, skateboarders, stoner's and pranksters. Safi was well known around the school because of her, well, lets say special qualities;and no it wasn't anything dirty. Her skin was a beautiful caramel/chocolate colour, unlike my pale and easily burned skin. She had big brown eyes that were shadowed by her long, curled eyelashes. Her hair was the closest you could get to pitch black and complimented her lighter skin. Matched with her dark brow and angelic features Safi totally pulled off the Cleopatra type of look. She came from an Egyptian heritage-which explained her to die for good looks. Standing next to her, I felt like the blonde version of the grinch on his man period. Nate was also considered good looking with his tanned skin and mop of blonde hair. His eyes were a gold-green that you could totally get lost in-even if you didn't find him attractive. Personally, he wasn't really my type, but even I couldn't deny that he was built like a modern day Achilles ready to be thrown into battle any second. I mean, come on! Who has abs that defined!. Their group weren't exactly made up of the populars but were really close because of the pranks they played on teachers.