Time Will Only Tell {VERY Temporary Hiatus}

Chapter 3 ~ The Start Over

 I walked out of the exam room, having amused pleasure exerting from my face. In my hand, held a little slip explaining my reasonings of leaving my exam early. I had did my deeds writing the exam, and lets just say boredom over powered my mind. Mr. Walker, the supervisor of the exam, was not a easy going teacher. That's for sure. It all started of my helpless hand tapping my pencil against the desk, that made him hate me forever. I honestly didn't know what I did wrong, and he did not enjoy my sly comments. So, now I'm standing outside of the room getting more glares from classmates, then Justin Bieber did when he started dating Selena Gomez. My hopelessness amused me sometimes, and how it occured to me I should change for people to like me, and so I could at least have a friend. But who would be friends with someone with an abusive dad, and a deserted house that no has dared to visit since my mothers death? No one. I could answer that easily by myself. I sighed as I glanced away from the ugly yellow sheet of paper. The warm sensation of sun beating through the windows of the quiet hallway, drew me back to the unpleasant world.

The slip said for me to direct myself to the principals office, and I usually listen, but today being at school feels like a death trap. Instead, I decide to wander down the silent halls towards my beige locker. Thankfully, my long hours in the exam room managed to dry off most of my clothes with only my converse still damp. As I reach my locker, I fiddle in the combination. I shocked myself when I managed to open to lock on the first try, and I slammed my fist into the middle left of the locker, causing it fling open. The sensation of having a secret way to open my locker made me feel like some important person in the industry of acting, or what they did in movies. I don't know how, but it did.

As I gazed over my locker, the condition of it didn't surprise me. All that seemed to be in my locker was a mirror, books, and a little blue bag containing a half empty concealer bottle. Make-up wasn't a desire for me, but I needed to hide any signs of my life at home.

One by one, I slowly placed all my books in my one shouldered bag, until all that was left was my pale face in the mirror. I glanced at myself, analyzing my features. My chestnut eyes with sparkles of gold, my plastered freckles and my small delicately shaped nose.

"It looks like someone is excited to leave school," I jumped at the familiar voice and swung my head around. It was the same guy who almost hit me with his car. Brett Hayes. Thats his name.

"Well sooner to leave the glares, the better" I said quietly, giving a half-hearted smile.

"Im truly sorry about earlier, I didn't mean what I did" he flashed his signature grin that caused all the girls to blush. But I didn't. I could tell why he was popular, with his perfection image. But I could see further then that, no one is perfect.

"I wouldn't picture you to come to someone like me to say sorry." I said, teasing him slightly. I crocked my head slightly, lifting one of my eyebrows. People assume because I haven't had a boyfriend or a love life, that I don't know how to act around an opposite gender. Wrong they are.

Clients would come from all states of North America to bring there horses to my mother. Sometimes, the owners bring there family for a learning experience. Thats when my mother needed me the most, to distract the kids and give them tours... All that magical stuff. Thats when I learned love.

His name was Tommy Alternam. Being only five years old, we were head over heels for one another. This was a couple months before my mother past, when I was just a young girl learning about life in one week. Tommy and I became bestfriends in under twenty-four hours. We just clicked. He had golden blonde locks, that swished in front of his eyes whenever he walked. He had clear blue eyes, showing all inocence and ease. However, the week went down hill rapidly. His brother and his girlfriend both made me feel uneasy, with there behaviour towards each other and us. He would tell us stuff that I never heard of, and not many kids our age have. They would make sexual comments to us, and told us to do stuff we never dreamed of doing.

When I thought I was away from the family for good, reality played a cruel joke. I found out five years later the family moved from the West coast, to the East. I was happy I could see Tommy again, but his brother still caused an anxiety pit in my stomach. We went to middle school together, hung out all the time, and were bus buddies at every field trip.

However, one single night changed my whole idea of life. We had our usual play dated at his house, when we heard loud noises enter through the front of the house. It was his brother, clearly drunk with his girlfriend. I remember them telling us to come to the basement, and we were helpless and chose to follow. Being ten, depressed, and with a boy I loved, I took pressure easy, and they pressured us into a closet... Making us do Ten Minutes In Heaven. That ten minutes turned to twenty. Until this day, those twenty minutes scarred me, because I learned a different side of the world at an age to young for scoiety to handle. 

So I know about love. Because after that day, they would teach something new. Something dangerous. Tommy and I never hung out after that unless his brother forced me to come, and his parents got curoius of why. One day, they caught his brother trying to remove my shirt, and that was the last day I ever saw Tommy, and his family. Apparently, they shipped the boys off to a all boys bording school. I could care less about them now, but that story just adds one more story to the list of crazy things in my life. No one knows about this, I plan to keep it that way.

"And why is that?" He asked, clearly curious of where this is going. He leaned his broad shoulders against the lockers in front of me, clearly choosing to stay a while.

"Well, considering your a heart throb to many girls, and have your head stuck up your own ass I was surprised to see you again." I grinned, showing my white teeth. I wasn't completely serious, I just wanted to see how his precious ego would take it.

This made him laugh. "Oh, well aren't you brutually honest!" he snickered, flashing his grin again. This made me laugh too. For some reason, we both started to hysterically laugh. It was pure and genuine. I looked at him again and I froze, covering my mouth my hands.

"Are you okay?" His face quickly turning to tensed. He locked his eyes into mine, and I looked back at him. I pulled away his lock, and gathered myself to reply.

"I just surprised myself." I said, removing my hold on my mouth, but still pressing my fingers against my red lips.

"You have a beautiful laugh, you don't need to hide it." I could tell in his eyes that he was geniune in what he said.

"Don't be nice to me, neither of us deserve it." I muttered looking down at tiles on the ground. Then just on que, the bell rung and we knew kids would start pouring out of classrooms.

"This wont be the last time I see you." He said to me, fixing his eyes directly at me. I nodded, paralyzed by his words. "Can I give you a ride home, please? I want to make it up to you." He took a step closer to me, putting his hands deep in his dark denim jeans.

"Thats not a good idea, you know it."

"Its just a ride, thats it." He said, giving a slight smile when I slowly gazed back at him. His brown eyes were glistening from the sun now pooling out from all the windows, and his golden caramel hair looked blonde with the suns highlights.

"You don't know what your getting yourself into."

And with that, I grabbed the mirror from my locker slamming it shut in the process, and walked out of the building with the most popular guy in school. Why is he with me? Good question.