They are all calling for me from inside the car but I just keep repeating to myself the long conversation I had with my father an hour after waking up.
"We are extending our trip, Amelia." He spits, still not looking at me.
"How long?" I say, developing different postures which all seem uncomfortable.
"Just two more nights–" He sighs.
"Father, I know you're lying," I interrupt, crossing my arms and finally deciding to keep that stance.
"You also know it's rude to say that to me," He growls, and I suddenly remember than when it's only us two, I can never be in control. "You should also try to accept Ethan. He's an amazing man and you should respect him," Why do I feel like I suddenly travelled to the sixteenth century?
"Father, I can handle myself and my attitude towards Ethan." I reply quietly, hoping it will decrease the chance of my father telling me off.
I flinch when he walks towards me with a blank face. For a moment I thought he was going to punch me but he actually opens his arms for me to walk into them. And I do.
"I know that sometimes it seems I don't care for you, but all I do is for your future. You have to remember that," He whispers. "I'm sorry," My heart freezes at the sound of those two words. He actually knows I don't like this. He actually apologised for it.
"No, Father-" I mumble back.
"Don't call me Father, call me Dad. You are still my daughter, Amelia. I love you no matter what," My body suddenly feels warmer and I feel a hint of happiness covering my body. I can't believe he said that. Is it real? Or is he just trying to manipulate me into not whining about it?
"So? What are you waiting for?" Ethan asks when walking past me while putting his jacket on. "Come on," He calls a few steps away from me causing me to run towards the car.
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I cautiously look at the steps of the crowded stairs while trying to avoid bumping into any of these already sweaty and rushed students.
"Your class is up that way," Ethan directs while pointing at the school's main entrance. Thank you, Ethan. You helped me so much!
Even though it was rubbish guiding, I nod thankfully and walk towards the ambush of people who are shuffling and stepping on one another. "Excuse me," I say a couple of twenty thousand times while trying to find the Principle's Office. They are so welcoming...
When crossing one corner, some big obstacle suddenly knocks all of my newly bought books over, causing me to almost fall backwards.
"Shit," The voice mumbles, "I'm so sorry," They say while helping me pick up my books.
"It's... Ugh. It's fine," I say, still not looking at the person. However, I don't receive an answer. When I finally look up, my eyes meet a blond, tall and tan boy. His teeth are perfect; practically the Hollywood smile. Is this Barbie's Ken in real life?
"You're new," He smirks as if I wasn't conscious of that.
"And you're smart," I reply, letting out a kind chuckle.
"Yeah, I mean, I get that a lot, but thanks." Oh, he's one of those... He gets the hint when I awkwardly smile looking away. "That was a joke," He explains, leaning down a little so that our heights are more leveled, also handing me some of the books he picked up.
"Oh," I say, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear while trying to hold my books correctly.
After a short silence, he speaks up. "Let me help you out. Are you looking for the Principle's Office?" I respond with a stressed nod which amuses him. He tells me to follow him and I do so.
He walks me through long, crowded halls covered with posters and sorority leaflets stapled on walls. Telling me all important locations, including the library which will possibly be where I'll spend most of my time considering the fact that I might not meet anyone new, I laugh at random anecdotes he jokes with about his group of friends. They sound so nice, and fun.
"This is it," He smiles finally, standing next to a wide wooden door with a silver tab reading PRINCIPLE BROWN. I thank him and place all my books in my bag which I should've done at the beginning. "So, I will see you at lunch if anything. I could even introduce you to my friends and show you around a little more." He offers. His smile is very contagious, and the way his hair loosely flows towards perfection.
Oh Dear God that sounded so cheesy. I didn't mean it, sorry.
"That sounds cool-" I nod, before logic strikes my mind. "Oh, wait! Ugh, I am actually here because I'm staying at Ethan's and he might be showing me around but I don't even know where he is and-" I blurt it all out at a speed I didn't even know existed and his eyes widen at some word I said.
"Ethan? As in, Ethan Wembley?" His mouth is wide open balancing out with his dark blue eyes. I nod shyly and he looks away letting out a little snort. More like an offended snort. "You're part of the gang, aren't you? That's just sick, man." He starts sniffing and looking at everything but at me.
"Gang? What gang?" I ask. He examines my confused eyes for a while after finally answering me.
"I'm sorry," He apologises, shaking his head and smiling worriedly. "I'm stupid, forget it." I try to speak but he interrupts me once again. "Well, my job is done here. See you at lunch."
A second later, he's out of sight.
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The Unstereotypical Rich Girl
Fanfictionroses are red he's the best thing i've seen i remember his eyes my brown meeting his green Amelie is forced to be the perfect girl. Everything is going as planned until she is forced to love Ethan; the boy who comes in and changes her plans complete...
