No Going Back
Valleyfield high school wisconsin
I hated being the new girl. The stares, the whispering, the snotty girls judging everything about you.
“Come on! This is going to be so fun, I can feel it.” I rolled my eyes at my twin sister Nikkole. We shouldn’t even be called twins for the simple fact that we look alike and shared the same womb. She is prettier, I am smarter, she is preppy, and I am…not. Two complete opposites.
“Nikki, you say that every time we move. It gets tiring.”
“You never try V.” How obnoxious of you to say, I thought and immediately face palmed in my head. Nikkole can’t help that she is cheery and blond and excited over the dumbest thing. She can’t help it that she is nice and not all that smart even though she tries to study. Nikki tries and I can’t hate her for it. I however, am a complete know it all. One hundreds on every test, project, and assignment given. I excel at all subjects of life. Even if I don’t study and go out and party every weekend, my brain picks up on everything. Being bitchy and smart are two reasons why I’m not popular like my twin. A third would be because I have no fashion sense and no social abilities. Oh well, I can’t really complain about my life because besides the fact that I have no social life, my everyday reality is that I have nothing to make me feel sorry for myself.
“I don’t have to try Nikki, I don’t care what people say or think about me, that’s not going to change.” There were two flaws in my sister’s personality that bugged the hell out of me. One, she can’t think for herself and always needs to make others happy she cares about what people think. Two being she does whatever they want her to do, because like I said she doesn’t have a mind of her own. Back in middle school a boy three years older than her talked her into giving him a going away present and that present happened to be her body. She regrets what she does after she does it. The mistakes she makes usually leave results. Like a four year old who happens to think I’m his mommy because Nikkole can’t take care of herself let alone anyone else. Nikkole suddenly hugged me.
“The bell is about to ring. Have fun in class!” She yelled before merrily skipping away. That’s another thing about my sister; she always knows things before they happen. Like last summer Nathan was wobbling towards me at the beach and before he could trip on the blanket Nikkole picked him up and set him on my lap. Grimly I walked into my first class of my new school, a little late because it took me seven minutes to find that dang place. Absolute silence, I had been looking at my sneakers and when I looked up, it was to see a whole class looking at me like I was an alien from outer space.
“Oh! Goody you must be Nevaeh King! Welcome to math class. I am Mrs. Williams. Go ahead and find a seat anywhere.” I quickly sat in the open seat at the back. Mrs. Williams was a cheerful teacher who looked too pretty to be teaching a subject like math. Math was boring, numbers and letters, nothing creative. She had long curly blond hair and she was young. Slightly taller than me a little rounder than me, and a hell of a lot prettier than me. Mrs. Williams continued with the lesson that I oh so rudely interrupted when I barged in late. My day went on like that until English with Mrs. Arnolds. She was older than all of my other teachers so far but by her cheerful and slightly childish personality you would never know.
English was slightly exciting meaning I got into an argument that was completely not my fault for the first time in a long time. This dude just walks up behind me and… well let me tell you in detail.
Surprisingly I wasn’t late to English. Perfectly on time and that is not just because it was right next door to my previous class but because during third period study hall a hyper girl was asked to show me around the school and because of my close to photographic memory, I memorized a path to and from all my classes. Izzy had three classes with me. English being one of them.
“Alright everyone take your seats. We have a new student so make her feel welcomed. Miss. King you may take a seat anywhere. I will get you a book. Class I will be right back.” I blinked before again taking a seat in the far left at the back of the class so I could look out the window.
“You might not want to sit there.” I turned my head to a bleach blond girl with heavy make-up who was sitting in the seat next to mine. She was wearing a shirt that sure as heck wasn’t covering anything and a mini skirt that just barely covered her behind. She would make good friends with my sister, I thought to myself.
“And why is that?” The rest of the class was looking at us but they were quiet.
“Because that’s my seat.” A rough voice came from behind me. I turned so quickly I think I had whiplash.
“Sorry I didn’t see a name anywhere.” I replied sarcastically, meeting his eyes, they were a beautiful green and I couldn’t seem to stop looking into them. That is until someone cleared their throat. The seriously good looking male bent over MY desk, took out a purple sharpie and scribbled on it.
Dante Delgado.
“Smart. I’m still not moving. You want this seat? Than move me out of it.” I crossed my arms over my chest and a look of surprise reflected in his eyes.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Do you know who I am?” I shot back. His eyebrow shot up and he took a step toward me but the door opened and this time I noticed. Mrs. Arnolds had a book in her hand.
“Mr. Delgado, take a seat. There is an empty chair there next to Miss. King.” I smirked. She handed me the book. To Kill A Mockingbird.
“I read this in seventh grade Mrs. Arnolds.” I said hesitantly.
“I know. It’s just for now until we can get you into the college course that is required for you.” Well this sucks. Sometimes I truly wish my brain was as small and empty as the other kids in school. Dante leaned over so his lips brushed my ear.
“This isn’t over Princess.” His touch sent shivers up my spine but then I realized he probably had all the girls wanting him.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I replied just in time for the bell rang. I had raced out of that classroom so fast you’d think I was running for my life. Of course when I got into my car I had to hear Nikkole complaining about it. Apparently the news about a nerdy girl arguing with the school bad boy spreads pretty fast.
“Nikkole I swear if you don’t stop talking about it, I will explode.” I picked Nathan up from the floor and set him on my hip. Nikkole went to clean the toys up that he had so graciously scattered onto the floor when he threw his winning tantrum.
“Nevaeh, you don’t understand. Dante Delgado is not the guy to mess with.” She repeated her earlier argument forcing me to do the same.
“I told you, I am not in any way messing with anyone. Besides I can take care of myself…And anyone else that unexpectedly comes along.” She blushed, knowing what I was talking about.
“I know you can. Just, he’s not a good person. There are rumors about him. Everyone in that school is afraid of him.” Like I’ve ever listened to rumors.
“Nikki, I promise I will behave myself.” She sighed. “Nathan and I are going to the store. Do you want to come?” She shook her head and stood up. The toys were in the toy bin.
“I’m going to go to my room. I’m tired.” She said it curiously.
“Right, okay then.” I quickly slip Nathan’s hoodie over his head and took him out to the car.
"Wanna go to the park?" He smiled and nodded his head so fast I had to stop him before he gave himself a headache. I finished strapping him in and we headed to the park, singing along to the radio the intire ride over.
