Wasabi my ninjas? Hope you enjoy this...
Chapter 1- Snap Back to Reality
I can hear the music in the background as I look for my boyfriend, Cameron. Even though I came with my best friend, April, I told her I would leave with Cameron because today is our four month anniversary. I've never said it before but I think... I know I love him, and I planned to tell him tonight.
As I walk outside, onto the porch, I see one of April's friends. Lily, I think was her name. She looks drunk as hell, but as soon as she sees my face, her face falls with a look of what... sorrow? Lily walks by me, shaking her head saying, "I'm sorry," before going over to talk to a boy by fruit punch (that's probably spiked). She's probably already forgotten this little "moment".
Did I just imagine that? I mean, I only had a can of Sprite®, so I know I'm not drunk. Anyways, as I get closer to the side of the house, more people are sending me sorrowful looks. I began to run, worried.
I stop in my tracks as I see, Megan, another one of my best friends, to ask her if she's seen Cameron. Her face falls for a second before she smiles brightly, her left eye twitching.
"Who cares about Cameron," she says. "Let's go back inside and have some fun. Live a little, Angel."
"Sorry Megan. I can't. Tonight's our four month anniversary."
I left off the part about saying 'I love you' to him, because... well obviously, I'm a junior in high school and I've never had a boyfriend to say 'I love you' to. Though, it's not surprising I haven't. There are many reasons why.
First, is that I'm a giant nerd. Really, I've got the glasses and the braces. I'm on the Math Team, Chess Club, Scholars Bowl Team, Millionaires Club (which is a club where you have to read more million words in a Semester to get in), all IB programs, and both the school and public library know me on a first-name base.
Plus, Dad and my older brother, Jake, are way too over protective. They won't let me do anything where I have to be touchy-touchy with a boy. I was surprised that they let me go to public school instead of sending me to an all-girl private school. But, that probably used help from Mom. I'm not even pretty so there's nothing to bug about.
Right now, in high school, I don't even have a phone. My parents said I can't have one, because when they were young they didn't have one in high school. I can't even buy one for myself. It doesn't matter though. I wouldn't have anyone to call, anyway.
I don't actually have any social skills. So, given all of that, imagine my surprise when one of the hottest guys in school, walk up to me.
*Flashback*
"... not simultaneous because time flows at a different..."
'Stay conscious Angel. Awake,' I thought to myself, looking for the clock. We usually have an hour of class. Only... 20 more minutes left. I groan inwardly as I tried to make since of what's on the board. It looked like gibber-gabber.
What the hell kind of equation is that!?! Oh wait, that's the General Theory of Relativity. I remember reading about that in one of Jake's college text books he left at home. I wondered if we were actually learning the lesson that day, instead of glimpsing at it, if I would've paid attention or at least tried to look interested.
I heard the door close and the talking automatically started. I'm guessing Mr. Bunton left. Please note the sarcasm.
'You know, why am I still going to school if I already know all of this stuff? But I-'
I was suddenly interrupted from my thoughts when a heavy object slammed into my face, thankfully, not breaking my glasses. A shoe. A shoe was thrown at my face. Why am I not surprised. Again, please note the sarcasm. I've been hit with lots of things: fists, dodge balls, and even words, but a shoe; now that's a first. Despite my sarcasm, it still hurt like hell. Now, I know what you're thinking, 'Nerd girl gains bravery and stands up for herself for once,' but, no. I held in the tears, of which I've had a lot of experience in, and looked down, waiting to be made fun of even more.
