My Godfather is Who?

Chapter 5

Stella

It's August. That means one thing. A place best known as Hell....I mean school...No I mean Hell. I wish Alex could home school me, but he's constantly busy. Like now. He's busy with this new song that he's producing for some big artist that I have absolutely never heard of. He's also featured in it....yep there I go with my obsession again. You think I'd be over it, living with him and all, but no, it's only gotten worse!

Anyways I'm starting school today. A place where I know no one and no one knows me. To top that off I feel...well I don't know how to describe it, but I just don't feel the need to get up anymore. What's the point? I have no parents, have to deal with missing Alex when he's away on tour, and I have to make all new friends. I didn't even get a face to face goodbye with my best friend Lee. No. I was shipped off here. On the bright side Alex and I are closer. There are however a few things he doesn't know about me. For example: I've worsened cutting as I came here... I don't know how to stop it.

It's almost time to go. I look at my attire: Ripped Nirvana tank top, topped with my Bring Me The Horizon - Sempiternal hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and red converse.

 The smell of worn tires and nervousness fill the air. Alex hugs me and wishes me luck as I run to the bus that's about to take me to Longley High School, Alex's old school. A few kids at the back of the bus are starring out the window, eyes wide and mouths open at the sight of Alex. I decide to sit near them, but not too close, just in case they bombard me about him. I hear Alex's name a few times and The Trapped. Looks like I've found fellow The Trapped fans, although I'm not sure I should befriend them just yet. I don't want them to remember seeing me with Alex and only like me for that reason.

I see some kids with headphones in. I put mine in and put my I-pod on shuffle. Someone plops down beside me. I continue to stare out the window. "Hey you're that feisty girl who was with Mustang dude!" the familiar voice says. I glance at Noah Palmer. Great.  He's wearing a Falling In Reverse hoodie zipped, black skinnies, and blue converse. At least he has good taste in music and style.... "So should I call you Mustang Dudet or...what?" he asks. "Stella." I mumble, then add, "And 'Mustang Dude' is Alex." He laughs and rolls his eyes. He leaves me alone. Peace at last. But of course all good things come to an end. "Don't you wanna know my name, 'cause honey, you won't see the last of me." Noah says.  "Noah, right?" I ask, even though I remember. I don't want to sound like a creep. "So you CAN listen through those." he says pulling out one of my headphones and putting it in his ear. Will this bus ride ever end?!? He makes a weird face. "What is this?" he asks. "Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana." I say taking back my headphone. He snatches it yet again. "Sorry honey, but you're not getting this back until I've heard everything." he says smirking. I quickly shuffle through each song, all 984 of them, to the point you could barely tell what was playing. I'd have more than 984, but I haven't gotten around to putting the rest on. Alex's works are dominating the population on it. "Okay, you're done!" I say taking it back again and turning off my I-pod. "What's your schedule?" he asks. "Why do you care?" I ask. "I wanna know when I can see you again, honey." he says with a wink. I hand him my schedule and roll my eyes. "Stop calling me honey! I am not and NEVER will be your anything." I press. "Ouch, someone's had too many sour patch kids!" he says. This gets another eye roll. "Looks like we have homeroom, first, third, and seventh period together." he says. I take back my schedule. Great. Half of my classes are with this clown.

The bus finally pulls up at the school. I jump out ready to get away from Noah. But suddenly I realize I don't know where I'm going. I mean I took a tour of the school before it opened, but I can't remember. I feel an arm on my waist. I almost gag to find out its Noah. But then again, who else would it be? "You lost, honey?" he asks smirking. I sigh and nod. "Come with me." he says as I push his hand off of my waist.

 The day passed slowly. I ride the bus back home, sadly next to Noah. It's a relief to see Alex's house in view. I jump off and rush towards it. I notice the same kids looking at Alex's house. Two girls and a guy. I watch the bus leave before I go inside.

Alex

From the kitchen I hear the bus pull up and then the sound of the front door open and close. "I'm home!" I hear Stella call. "In the kitchen." I call back. She comes in a moment later. She looks miserable. "How was the first day?" I asked. "It was...okay. I have to put up with that Noah kid who stole your car though." she says. "Bummer." I say frowning. "If he gives you any trouble, I'll deal with it." I tell her. She nods and goes up stairs. 

I decide after a while to check on Stella. She's been up in her room all afternoon. I knock, but get no reply. I crack the door slightly and say her name. She doesn't reply. I go in further to see her head on her desk, her back gently rising and falling. Her head is in her arms. I carefully put an arm behind her back and the other under her legs. She doesn't so much as stir as I set her on her bed and cover her. I go back to the table to see a comic strip she was drawing in a sketch pad. I glance at her sleeping form then back to sketch pad. I flip through it a little. A lot of it is song lyrics in bubble letters with little comics drawn around it. Mostly my lyrics. I smile a little. I also see one of a man and women sitting on two different stars, holding hands, and a girl beneath them, her face covered with the hands of a man behind her. He's an angel. I look at the detail. It's amazing. There's one of arms. They have small marks on them. Cuts. I feel my chest tighten. What if she cuts and I don't know? What if she want to be dead and I don't know? What kind of Godfather am I? I feel like there's still so much she's not telling me...