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Matt & the New Girl

I was sitting alone in the dark one night after everyone had gone to bed. Thinking about how things used to be. Before when my dad was still around. They were the happy days. Where all five of us would sit around the table laughing about auntie Lucy's dress from the family reunion the night before. Now my sister is out getting drunk every night and doing all sorts of drugs that I bet she doesn't even know the name to. The time when my little brother didn't get bullied because we can't afford the school trips or proper clothes. It's hardest for my mother. She loved my dad. Now she's working three jobs so that we can get the rent every month. She never told us what job she has but I'm sure she's doing something that she doesn't want to. When she is home she's locked away in her room crying.

It's been two years now since the car crash. I still have the small scar beside my lip from when it happened. Every time I look in the mirror the memories come back. The memories of the car suddenly coming from the left and crashing into the drivers door. The windows flying to pieces as I was getting jerked to the side. My gut twisted in that moment. It was horrifying but I couldn't scream. All that came out was a small croak. The airbag came out and hit me with force. It took me a couple moments to realize that the car had stopped moving. I looked over and saw my dad sitting there limply. Blood slowly dripping down his handsome face. I ran my fingers over the cut on my face. I was in such shock I couldn't feel the pain. Then everything went black.

The birds were chirping and the slight bit of sunshine that came between my curtains was shining right in my face. 'That dream again.' I thought to myself. I got up and put on the next best shirt and pair of pants lying on my floor then got ready for school.

The bell rang as I sat down in my spot first class. Art. It was one of my favourite subjects. I loved to sketch and paint anything I could. The teacher, Mr. Seinfeld, clapped his hands together like he alway does when he has something important to say.

"So today we have a new student in our class." Mr. Seinfeld announced

Through the doorway came a petit girl with dirty blond hair just below her shoulders. Her big blue eyes gave off a cold look and didn't match her smile. Her almost too short skirt showed off her thighs. The tight shirt her curves. Being a healthy guy I had instantly noticed her soft curves and attractive face. The one thing off we're her eyes. Beautiful but looked like they didn't have any feeling.

"Hi, I'm Cecilia Chikatello. I was homeschooled before this and it took me a while to convince my parents to let me go to a public school. But here I am now!" Her smile got even brighter as she introduced herself. She seems to be very social as a homeschool girl.

Mr. Seinfeld pointed to a seat close to the back of the classroom next to the class clown, David. He's always cracking jokes that no one wants to hear. Hence the empty chair next to him. Poor girl has to put up with that.

Emma sitting on the other side of her explained the project we were currently working on. Cecilia seemed so perfect. It couldn't be. Her flawless hair and curves like no other in this class. She'll be getting attention from the boys in no time. I feel a nudge from my side. I look over to non other than my best friend Ken who only took this class cause of me. He's a horrible artist.

Ken whispers over to me.
"Already something for the hot new girl huh?"
"Yeah right. You know how much luck I have with girls. Isn't that your specialty." I whisper back.
"You think I'd have a chance?"
"With the look on you face right now, probably not."
He makes a clueless face.
"That one"
We both start to laugh.

Ken has always been a player since we were in grade 2. He has the good looks and charm to get any girl he want. Of course he uses it to his advantage. Every other month he has a different girl siting on his lap. He's much luckier than me. I've only had one girlfriend who broke up with me after two months because "I was too boring" or something like that. That was a while ago though. Now she just gives me a disgusted look in the halls and starts gossiping again when I pass.

It wasn't a special relationship anyway. There was not much excitement in sex or anything as well. I've talked to a few girls since then but nothing serious.

The bell rang and I packed my art book and pencil in my bag. When I looked up I noticed Ken talking to the new girl. I couldn't hear what they were saying due to the herd of kids rushing out the door but I could assume what they were saying. Her face was slightly turning pink as he was complimenting her hair and her eyes and her skin bla bla bla. Her giggles and slight looks to the side gives it away. Now should come the part where he asks her to a casual party this weekend. I was right. She checks her phone and gives a "I have to ask my parents look". He gives a leaving gesture and comes over to me to pack his bag.

"She seems nice. Innocent girl. Did you see how she blushed?" He said as he stuffed his art supplies in his bag.
"That doesn't seem like your type."
"Every now and again I like a good virgin."
I shook my head. I'm friends with a pervert.

It was already break and I headed out to the cafeteria to meet up with Ken. I met him at our usual table with a couple other boys. Our table is close to the entrance because the other boys like to get food from the stores nearby. This way we don't have to make our way through the crowd.

I noticed the new girl out in the crowd. I had already forgotten her name. Something with a C or so. Ken had noticed her too and waved her over. She came over and sat down with a smile. We have a rule at the table no girls allowed but she's new. No one seemed to mind. I think her looks saved her this time. Ken attempted small talk.

"So you've never been to a public school before this?" Ken asked
"No. It took me a while to convince my parents to let me go to a school. That's why I came a couple months late."
"I'm sorry what's your name again. I didn't catch it." Daniel, one of the group, asked.
"Cecilia Chikatello". She answered.
"What's a babe like you doing sitting with losers like these?" Dan wrapped his arm around her shoulders. And leaned in closer. "You could be having some fun with me." I never liked Dan. He is such a douche. Always being a disgusting bully.

She pushes his arm off her.
"I'm sure I could. But I want to enjoy my first day of school without a desperate idiot fucking me." All the other boys let out an ohhhhhhh. Dan just scoffed. I was starting to like this girl.

We talked and laughed all break. Turns out she has only lived in Chicago for 5 months. She had lived out of town for 10 years and her parents decided to move back. Also, when she was younger her mother had been her teacher. As she got older she had a privat tutor 6 times a week that even taught her French. She has some French relatives so her parents wanted her to learn at least a bit of the language. She also mentioned that her father died shortly after she moved though. Looks like we have something in common.

Some things seemed odd of the stories she told. She was quite vague about some things. She clearly avoided topics or pretended not to hear when someone asked where she had been for those ten years. Or how her father had died. There are still some things that are hidden behind those cold blue eyes. I want to figure out what.