The Fallen Angel of My Life

New Boy???

CHAPTER 3

ZIZEEX P.O.V

I’m on my way to school with ZiNavi and I notice something. She’s been quiet the whole ride. “Hey, you ok ZiNavi?” She’s never this quiet unless somethings’ seriously bothering her. “Yeah, I’m ok it’s just…today’s just so off. I mean I can sense that something big is gonna happen today. And I don’t know if I like it.””I know what you mean I’ve been feeling it all morning it’s frustrating.” I say. ”I hope it ends soon.” She huffs and turns back to the window. I hate seeing her like this.

We finally reach school, exit our cars and automatically turn heads. It’s our weekly routine. We tone down our good looks majorly but still people go goo-goo-eyed over us. It can be extremely annoying but at the same time hilariously funny.

Zinickels walks first. Girls at this school worship the ground he walks on. He’s 6’3 and the star quarter-back. He takes advantage of these ‘privileges’ and is known as the bad boy of the school. Still I don’t see that stopping any girl from falling for his charm. He’s the most muscular boy out of every guy in this school, and he has so much endurance it’s not even humanly possible. Then again he’s not human. He has the most perfect hair male models get jealous. His hair, it totally fits him. Like his hair looks straight, sleek and black from afar but up close it, it does this curl thing guys try to copy but fail miserably. We all have the same hair color: Burgundy.

Next is Zichelle. She’s one of the most beautiful girls at this school, next to me of course. She has hip length hair and light skin. Guys fall head over heels for her in 2.5 seconds, I’m serious I counted. She’s 5’9 and still growing. She likes to kid and say she’s the daughter of Aphrodite but if you didn’t know her like I do you’d take it seriously. She’s also the type of girl that can wear anything and still make it look good. And I’m talking about plaid, stripes, and spots together look good. She and I are a littler closer than me and Zinickels but I still argue with her from time to time. It’s how we show our love. Everyday I have to fight girls and guys off because they can’t control themselves from my siblings. I have their backs they got mine.

(I just wrote it boy girl boy girl they aren’t really born in this order it ZIZEEX ZINICKELS ZABRIELOAN ZICHELLE AND ZINAVI)

Zabrieloan is what every girl wants. Heck, if I wasn’t his sister. Actually he can have any girl and respect her and love her but she’s always the one dumping him. I won’t say I haven’t kicked a few butts here and there. But he’s really never dumped a girl. Not once. It’s just not in his nature, he tries to see the good in everyone. He’s also as fine (maybe even more) as Zinickels. He has hair that’s curly and every girls’ dream of running her fingers through and then some. He has the straightest guys and girls crushing on him. That tells you he could be any girls’ prince charming. He’s also got haters. We all do. But that’s why he and I are so close. I protect his heart and he protects mine. He’s also on the football team and he’s 6’3 too. And like my other brother super muscular with amazing endurance.

And lastly is ZiNavi. She’s 5’8 and has shoulder length hair that she likes to spike at the ends sometimes. She’s quiet and caring, can be a serious party animal, flirty cougar, and an absolute smarty pants, but by the way she dresses you would never know that. Only her family and close friends know her, for real. She’s drop dead gorgeous but flaunts it when she wants. She’s a wiz in everything and she’s different than the rest of us. She has strong power for being the youngest but knows how to control it pretty well. Out of both my sisters she and I are the closet, she and I are best friends.

We all exchange hugs before entering the school and going our separate ways. I got to my locker and got my first and second class books out and waited. My best friend Quanee rushed up to me. She knows my secret but doesn’t know about my siblings, and I don’t plan on letting her know any time soon.

 She already visits my house way to much it’s like she practically lives there, she actually has her own room, our house is big enough but still for pete’s sake, and her knowing my siblings are like me she would become a permanent resident. “Hey, how’d your weekend go?” she asks smiling. Quanee is a light skinned wavy haired mid-height party freak. She loves to color her hair, shop for shoes, flirt, and study. I know right? Study doesn’t go in that mix at all. But hey, that’s my Quanee.

 What’s kind of extreme about Quanee is she’s an amazing singer. I don’t know how to explain it, but she is. But I’ve kind of noticed something over the years that I have known Quanee, the guys no matter what age, get this dazed look in their eyes when she sings like her voice is luring them, or the song she’s singing has more meaning to it than it really does and I have a feeling it’s not the latter. And I learned over the years that Quanee has a crush on Zin, she doesn’t know I know. Right know she had white highlights but it looked more like it covered the whole top half of her hair, and that’s another thing she always has long hair that’s full and luscious.

 Like when we were 10, I had cut Quanee’s hair and she cut mine, we had cut it choppy and  wild we looked horrible, but it was just to experiment. Experiment what you might ask , I have no idea what I was thinking, anyways 2 weeks later her hair is already past her shoulder blades, mine on the other hand hasn’t even reached under my ears yet. We got in humongous trouble and I don’t think either of us could touch scissors until we were 13.

 She can stay up for days just going off of root-beer. I had a first hand experience. Never again. My Quanee  is always there for me and I love her dearly.

“Oh, I don’t know I spent it with you?” I say rolling my eyes and hugging her.

 “Shut up I’m trying to make conversation here.””Then change the subject.” I say annoyed. “Someone’s bossy today.” She pouts. “Sorry, I’m just off today and I don’t know what about, it’s jacked my morning up, I’ll try to be happier for your sake.”

“ Ok , ok that aside, have you heard about the new guy?” She asked, pretty excited about this piece of information she received, probably from this morning.

” New guy? No. Have you seen him?” I ask while looking up and down the hall.

 “ No, but I heard from one of the triplets, Shelly, who heard from Sabrina her sister, who heard from Sarah the youngest sister, who heard from Leslie, who heard from a nerd named Lyle, who heard from Matthew on the football team, who got a report from Coach Beanie saying there’s a new guy.” She rambled.

 I looked at her and started walking. “you know Leslie is the town clown, she could have made up that rumor just to let the guys know they ‘supposedly’ have competition. Plus from all the people you heard it from it doesn’t even sound true, and how did a nerd get mixed up in there?” I say frowning.

 She shrugs and starts heading for her first class, “ I don’t know, but all I do know is that he’s from Florida and got kicked out of school there. Said he was the cause of a bomb or something, blew the whole school to pieces.”

”Rumors.” I call to her before entering my class. I sat in the back so I wouldn’t bring so much attention but apparently that didn’t do much…at all. But hey, I can’t help being gorgeous. The bell rang and people started piling in before the tardy bell could ring.

Half way into the class the door opens. And the most stunning boy I have ever seen walks in.

 Holy cow.

I’m telling you if the sun and moon had a baby, he’d be it. He had such tan and porcelain skin, I’m positive it was smooth to the touch. I could tell through the shirt and jacket he wore he was ripped. He had this kinda shiny gray thing about him, and it was getting me pretty hot and bothered. But what was so stunning about him to me was his hair.

It was white.

Like whiter than white, white. It had kinda an elegant slick slash bad boy style to it only he could pull off. It looked so smooth and slick, but at the same time like baby hair that looked majorly hot on him. It also looked as if he was born with that hair color to, no dye or anything.

I would have ran up to him and tackled him right then and there, if the teacher hadn’t been talking. “Class this is Vincent Romaro. He’s new to this school, he moved here from Florida, so let’s give him a warm welcome.” She said. ‘More like Romeo.’ I thought. Right when I thought that thought, and I assure in MY head, he looked up.

 I gasped.