Hello, Chicago. (ON HOLD- RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter Six

I never thought that Christian would go to my new school. He seemed to be older than me, maybe even a college student, but that wasn't the case. He was seventeen, just like me.

The next few weeks were excruciating. I spent most of my time avoiding him and doing my best to be seated as far away from him as possible, and so far, it seemed to be working. Until today. 

 ///Rewind of "Todays" events///

It's been two weeks since the "incident" with Christian, but so far, things seem to be going well. Despite my antisocial behavior and hard-to-like personality, I seem to have made a few what some might call "friends." It's not like I don't know what they are. Before the accident I had friends too, a boyfriend even. However, spending months in your room, never talking to anyone, then moving to Chicago seemed to change things up a bit. I hardly turn on my phone anymore, except for music or when Aunt Jen decides to go on a nagging fest about staying out late.

But, anyway, today is the last day before our four day weekend due to some maitinence that needs to be done to the school. 

"Hey." I didn't notice that I was spacing out by my locker and turned to face the as usual, unhappy looking Lily. Lily was my first friend here, I suppose two people with naturally pissed off personalities tend to get along well. 

I sighed and closed my locker, prepared to face Lilys complicated life issued again. "Is it Sam again?" Sam was another one of the so called "friends" I have made so far, who is also Lily's boyfriend. I still can't believe that out of all the people in the school, those two somehow got together. Sam is a total jock, popular among nearly every girl, and friends with anyone worth being friends with. However, he is actualy a lot cooler than expected. Then there is Lily, she is the type who doesn't care about what anyone thinks of her, but actually is very sensitive. Opposites attract, I guess.

"What do you fucking think?" She said, slamming her face into her locker. I laughed and leaned my head against mine. And I thought that it couldn't get any worse than me. 

"I mean, he is so fucking hot. And sweet. And- ugh! But sometimes I really just want to rip off his fucking adorable head sometimes, you know?"I wondered how many times she could say "fuck" in one sentence. She pulled her head away from her locker, brushing stray pieces of her dark brown hair away from her face. Her heavy eye makeup was smudged, probably from her usual laziness.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled. She shrugged it off and mumbled something to herself before hooking her arms with mine and dragging me down the hall with her. 

"Anyway, enough about me. So how's Jamies endless pursuit of sweeping you off your feet going?" She said, in a sarcastic tone. Jamie was the last of my group of "so-called friends." Though Lily was my first friend, he was the first person to actually start a conversation with me. But, despite the fact that he is totally unattractive, his personality is slightly- how do I put it- enthusiastic? No, that does him to much justice.

Anywho, he just gets on my nerves.

He asked me out within one week of meeting me and has not left me alone since.

"Oh god, don't even get me started.." I sighed. Lily and I were laughing while going to Bio, but for some reason, Lily stopped in her tracks, causing me to stop with her. I was a little surprised, and turned to look at her. She had her usual pissed off expression, but something was different. Lily only stopped when someone was in her way,which usually resulted in her shoving someone into a locker or kicking someone in the balls. It was just her personality. 

"Hey.. umm I have to go to the bathroom. Meet you in Bio okay?" I nodded, somewhat amused by her outburst, but continued going my way. I reached the door to Bio, only to be yanked back by some unknown object. 

"Ow- what the-" 

And at that moment I was face to face with him.

Christian.

He casually leaned against a locker, his eyes locked on me for who knows how long. I had spent two weeks avoiding not only him, but his killer gaze. He had burned a hole into the side of my head multiple times during the few classes we had together.

I had learned to adapt, keep out of his way, avoid eye contact, avoid his hang out spots, avoid any possible situation where we could run into each other.

"Wh-what is it?" I said, tapping my foot nervously, looking at the ground.

Shit, my nervous habit.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the annoying tapping. Even I felt like punching myself. 

"Will you stop doing that? It gets on my nerves." He said, motioning to my feet. 

"I can't" I said, with a burst of courage. 

 "Why not?" His voice sounded irritated, I had to get out. Fast.

"B-because..." I stuttered. "It's a nervous habit and it's just.." I took a breath. "Idon'tknowyourjustkindafreakingmeoutrightnowandit'sreallyhardtotalktoyouafterIsortabeatupyourfriendsso uhm. Please don't hurt me." With this I even surprised myself. My nervous habit was usual, but now I sounded like some phsyco timid freak. This wasn't like me. 

I looked up at him, not sure what kind of expression he would be wearing. 

But... he was smiling.

//////End of Chapter/////

I know this wasn't my best chapter, but I hope you liked it. So far you have seen so many sides of Genevieve that you are probably thinking she is bipolar. Anyway, if you like my story- please just take a second to star it, or comment. You would be shocked at how much motivation those little things give me :)