The Fourth Musketeer - A Short Story

Chapter 1 - The Three Musketeers

This is my first story on Wattpad, and it's a short story that I've already finish writing. I'm quite happy with it, and I'd love some votes and comments :)

Chapter 1 - The Three Musketeers

Samantha POV

   As we walked through the crowded school car park, all eyes turned towards us. Let’s just say, if you were gonna point out the most infamous three people in the school, me, my twin brother and our best friend would be top of the list. Rory stopped us just outside the door, put his arm around me and Rich and shouted "WE'RE BACK, BABY!" at the top of his lungs, spreading his arms out wide. Everyone behind us laughed and cheered (some even clapping).

   The three musketeers - me, Rich and Rory. I know it sounds really dorky, but we made it up when we were 4 years old. Together we basically rule the school. Okay, I sound completely up myself, but it's true. A year seven boy even asked me for my autograph once! Of course I didn't give it to him, everyone would take the piss. But it happened. And that's mainly because we're in a band together; I play bass, and Rich and Rory play guitar and sing. I don't know why it is, but somehow being in a band makes a person so much more popular. Oh, and our likeability factor is also improved by our personalities. Because Rory is honestly the most likeable person on the planet, and Rich is the most genuine and caring. As for me, well, everyone says they like me so much because of my ability to stay silent for almost an entire conversation, and then suddenly come out with the most random comment, that it puts everyone in hysterics!

   As for our looks, me and Rich had the same blue-grey eyes, the same blonde hair, the same jawline and the same wide nose, although his was slightly more battered than mine due to years of playing rugby. Rory too had blonde hair, albeit slightly darker than mine and Rich’s and a battered nose like Rich's. His jawline was much more square than our’s and his eyes more blue, and he had that look to him that just made you want to give him a cuddle - he was such a cutie! But that’s not in a romantic way at all; I’ve know him way too long for that - he was more a second brother to me than anything.

   Rory steered us through the front doors of the school as the cheers of the other students died down. We made our way down the main corridor, turned left, and entered the sixth-form common room. We made a beeline for the massive comfy sofa at the back of the room, which no one had sat on - it was our sofa, after all.

   Rich removed his timetable from his bag and began to inspect it. As he did so, his eyes lit up, "Double drama first, Rory! Score!" Rory and Rich high-fived - Rory took drama as well. 

   "So what do I have?" I asked Rich. 

   "Did you not get your timetable, Sam?" Rich asked me, puzzled. 

   "Well I did," I replied, "but I lost it." I grinned cheekily as he sighed, 

   "Already, Sam? You know, sometimes I think you're dopier than Rory!" He scolded me, rolling his eyes. 

   "Hey!" Rory interjected, "I'm not dopey!" He complained. 

   "You know it's true Ror. Anyway, Sammy. You can't have art, or music, 'cos I have those with you, so you must have psych."

   Upon hearing this I scowled, "Aww! Psych sucks! It's too hard. Plus a double period - that’s even worse," I muttered dejectedly. 

   "Then why did you take it, dufus?" Rory quipped. 

   "Because, dipshit, I thought it would be easy when I chose it." I retorted. Rory had no time to think of a comeback, however, because at that moment our form tutor, Mr Matthews, walked in the room with the sixth-form register.

   Mr Matthews began to read out all the usual names; he got to Rich's name, and, as usual, Rich called out "Is still a virgin!" to which, as usual, Rory responded by - when Matthews got to Rich's name - calling out "Is dating an older woman!" And, as usual, everyone wet themselves laughing. But then something unusual happened. When Matthews was meant to say "Samantha," he said a new name - "Lewis". A voice answered, and I tried to see him, but he was hidden if front of one of the sofas. I was vaguely confused - who would join school for only the last year? But before I could think too hard, my thoughts were cut off by Matthews reading my name out, and I answered with my usual "What?"

   Once registration was over we slowly got to our feet and left the room. "See ya Sammy! Have fun in pschyc!" Rory taunted me as we split up. 

   "Oh fuck off Ror!" I replied angrily. 

   "Gladly!" he laughed, "Bye!" and with that, he and Rich left to have two hours of fun in drama, Rich aiming a sympathetic look at me as he went.

   "Ugh", I grumbled to myself. Psychology was the worst subject ever. In the history of the world. I hated it with a passion, mainly because the amount of thinking effort I needed to put in every lesson made my brain hurt.

   I sauntered into the classroom and immediately went for the back table on the left - the furthest away from the teacher. I was just putting my earphones in - secretly, of course - when I heard a pile of books slam down beside me. "Shit!" I exclaimed.

   "Sorry," a stranger's voice said, I didn’t bother looking up to see who it was, I was too busy hiding my earphones. 

   "Uh, hi. Samantha is it?" the stranger asked. I still didn't look up, although I guessed it was the new kid; everyone knows only the teachers call me Samantha.

   "Sam, actually," I replied, choosing my favourite playlist to listen to, then setting the music onto shuffle. 

   "Oh, sorry. Can I sit here? I hate psych." he said to me. 

   "Sure. Me too - too much thinking." He chuckled and sat down in the chair next to me. I then decided to find out what the new kid looked like. I twisted my head to check him out. Then I froze.

   Oh, sweet Lord... That boy is astronomically H-O-T.