Random Me

Short Story (SS): Trusting Love PT.1

I scream into my pillow, then throw it at my wall after yelling my emotions of anger out of me. Not enough! I jump up from my bed and kick the wall. "I decided to trust him! Trust him!" I shout, tears streaming down my face at such a fast pace.
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I brush my long light red hair. I look into the mirror and look at how my brush glides through my silky smooth and naturally very straight hair. After I finish I look into my light blue eyes, then at my freckles sprinkled onto my pale skin-colored face.

I stand, now observing my outfit. I'm tall and very thin, I'm wearing suspenders over my plain white shirt, and with some light blue short-shorts. I wasn't really the fashion type, but I mean, eh. I'm supposed to wear my glasses, large black square-yet round cornered, but I choose not to. Instead I just wear some contacts. So, win?

I'm now a freshman in high school. I'm new to the whole high school thing, I'm fourteen. I honestly can't wait until I'm sixteen, I'm counting each year, and it only gets more and more exciting. I've been wanting to be able to drive since, forever! Of course, I could always get a drivers permit in a few months, in which I turn fifteen. I will, I'll just need to convince my mom.

My father died when I was six, he died of a heart attack. It still hurts to talk about him, through my whole family, you'll never hear about him. It hurts just mentioning his name, so we all try our best to avoid talking about it. When someone at my school shares the same name with him, it still hurts. The person with the name didn't do anything though, so I shouldn't get upset. I sometimes wonder why I haven't gotten over his death yet. I could always talk about his death casually for some reason though. I just could never tell stories about him, or say his name. My mom was the most effected by the event of his death though. She got so depressed, she refused to get out of bed, or even talk to me.

I'm one of two other siblings. I have my brother, Todd, and my sister, Emmy. They both are younger than me, but they are twins. Todd is older than Emmy by five minutes. The two siblings of mine are both thirteen. They are seventh graders, and they even share all the same classes. What luck, I suppose.

I never really introduced myself yet, so, here it goes. My name is Olivia. For short, I go by Liv, or Via. It doesn't matter what you call me, though any of those would work. Most people call me Liv though. I guess I did introduce myself, just not my name. Anyways, this is my life. I go to Southwest High School, and it's apparently the best high school in the whole district. I'm not complaining, it's amazing. Each student gets a Mac Air Pro laptop, it's great. We also actually learn amazingly at the school, and the teacher's only give out homework when absolutely needed. Even the teacher's are nice, to each student. Okay, most students, some students are just idiots.

I guess you can say I'm a geek? I love movies, and the ones most people at school don't like. Well, not really just at school, but mostly as a whole. I watch romance, comedy, and just horror. I also play a lot of video games, my favorite would definitely be Fallout! The music in those games too, oh God it's perfect~! Sorry, I started geeking out. Did I mention that for some reason, I have perfectly straight teeth? No? Well, now you know!

This is really most about me. Nothing much goes on around my house. I usually just spend my time, playing video games, watching shitty movies, listening to music (like musical music types mostly), drawing, and messing with my down to bottom of my spine-lengthed hair. My siblings play videos most of all in the living room, and my mom usually cleans and cooks. I want her to be able to relax more, but she always has been so tense since dad died. I never really text or call anyone, I don't have much friends, only one and she lives all the way in New York, while I live in Missouri. I'm talking country side mostly, I'm not even much of a city girl anyways. I'm not some cowgirl either. I'm your average teenager just with a beating heart.
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I walk to school, not living far. As I walk into the building, everyone is crowding around something, or even someone. I rub my chin and try my best to get a better look. What could be happening, even in the morning? I finally get a good view, and I see someone ducking, trying to hide their face. Should I help them? I mean, I don't know if I should, the kids around them are getting loud though, and trying to talk to them. I'll help, they look scared, all hunched into a ball. I can't even see their face though, so.

"HEY! EVERYONE BACK OFF!" I scream my loudest. Everyone knew me, knew me as the geek. I didn't talk much, but when I did, it usually only happens when I need to. Everyone quickly scatters around, a lot of yelling and talking. The person with their face buried in their books and hood lifts up their head and takes the hood down to look at me. I see a face, a boys face.

He has short blonde hair, unusual bright yellow eyes, and pure white teeth with blue braces, bottom and top, teeth. Not only that, but the hoodie that he wears is about the same dark blue of his braces. The hoodie looks so clean, no marks at all. His pants are just navy jeans, but he has amazing black high top converse, which were so clean. I haven't seen him around, though we've only gone through one semester, so I mean, I haven't been in this school for that long to know all faces.

"Th-thank you.." He stutters. He seemed to be shaking in fear before, and he only was just calming down. He smiles brightly and warmly at me, making me smile back.

"No problem! I haven't seen you around, are you new? Plus, mind me asking why everyone was around you?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. The boy's smile disappears.

"Y-yeah. Today is my first day.." He mumbles. His head was now lower then before, but he kept his beautiful eyes on me. "I'm not even sure why everyone suddenly jumped and screamed around me... I'm sorry, I only got scared. I must be bothering you, oh right! I need to find my class, I'm not su-"

"Woah, calm down.." I said listening to how fast he began to speak. "I don't have anywhere to go. At least, not yet. Though I'm just a freshman, I could help you to your class if you'd like! I think this school is huge, and it'll be tough finding your class as a new kid."

He smiles once more. "Thank you again! And, could you? It would mean so much to me!" I nod in response to his question. He looks through the books in his arms and pulls out a slip of paper of his schedule. He is a freshman as well, and ironically has every class with me.

"Oh cool, soooooo- We will have every class together. Just follow me around for the day, and you should be good!" I smile at him, trying to seem nice, and give a good impression. I wasn't the best at talking, well, I used to have a lot of friends before...

"Thank you again!" He chirps.

"Don't thank so much, it's nothing. Now, let's head to class before we end up being late." We both walk down the crowded halls to our first class. Everyone who we passed seemed to glance at the two of us. He walked next to me, and I would quickly look at him every few seconds, to be sure he was okay. His head was low still and he kept close to me, looking ahead only. I'm glad he didn't look at anyone that had their eyes on him. He seemed to be the nice and shy type. Though I can't just assume such things. I barely even know him. Though, I'm hoping maybe we could become friends.

"So, uh, what's your name?" I said walking into my social studies class and sitting in the back as always. He sits at the desk next to mine, sets his books and things down, then looks me dead in the eyes once again. I loved looking at his yellow eyes, I couldn't help but stare into them.

"My name is Lucas. What's erm.. your name?" He smiles once more, showing his white teeth and blue braces.

"My full name is Olivia, but I also go by Liv or Via!" I respond to his question.

"Could I call you Livy? I know, weird, but I like calling people by something unique that someone else doesn't use..." He informs me, telling me something about himself, and asking me a question.

"Oh, uh, sure! I like the sound of it, Livy!" I dramatic wave my arms out and narrow my eyes, looking around. I'm being weird, oh god. I stop quickly and sit normally in my seat, slumped and looking at him. He continues to smile, only not showing his teeth, only using his lips to express.

After only a few minutes, the class begins, and Lucas and I stay completely concentrated on the work that was being given. Though, as I worked silently on the annotations for the article, I couldn't help but think about how Lucas felt about me. Am I about to be a new friend of his? Or am I just some annoying weird-ass trying to force being his friend?
**EDIT: THIS WILL BECOME A SEPARATE BOOK!**