The Day I Thought of You

Chapter 1

First off I'd like to dedicate this book to my best friend Nikki, or as you know her, MeGustaHoran_ Here's for you babe. ;)

Gen and I have know each other since first grade. She moved here from the cities while I was born here, the eldest of three. Gen has a younger half sister, Erica, while I have my younger brother and sister Cole and Delilah. Gen and I met in Mrs. Edwards first grade class on the third day of school. Gen was escorted in the classroom by the secretary and was promptly seated next to me. I shared my crayons with her and she instantly took a liking to me. The rest is history. Now here we are today. Junior year of high school and ready to get out of this godforsaken small town.

Gen is the type of girl that everyone knows and cares about her opinion. The perky straight A student. The giddy blond. The suck up. The troublemaker, in my book. I, however am the straight B and C student. The smoker. The smart ass brunette. And this, is my story.

"Gen, hurry up. Your hair and makeup look fine. No you don't have bags under your eyes. Yes, you have everything. Let's go before I die of old age."

"Coming!"

I walked out my back door and climbed in my old rusted Jeep wrangler. She'd get you from point A to point B. But, man she was cold in the winter. Not to mention it only held three people. Wes was already sitting in the car, reading his Physics book, while Gen gracefully came out climbing in as well. I turned the heat up full blast so Gen's blond ringlets were billowing from the air.

"So what are you doing tonight? Fundraiser of gala dinner?" I teased arcastically.

"Ha ha biotch, I thought it was girl movie night for you and me?"

"Ouch no invite for old Wes? I'm a little hurt right here," he patted his chest.

"Oh yeah, about that..." I bit my lip awaiting the wrath of Genevieve Raich for forgetting something because I didn't write it down in the planner she bought me.

Before she responded to my plea, she simply said, "Okay, I'm dying in here. Maybe if you didn't have the heat set to hell... I wouldn't feel like a dog in heat." She cranked the heat down and gave me a snide look. I gave her a look, then kept driving. I like it hot, okay? I'd rather be in California or Florida than be in icy Minnesota.

"Whoa, Gen no need to get graphic," Wes chuckled while turning the page to his textbook.

"Well I prefer it hotter than hell, rather than colder than the Arctic!" I raised my voice while turning the heat back up.

"Ugh fine." said Gen while rolling down the window, slowly.

"You know, this makes me think." I stated.

"Mhmm," said Gen, dazed.

"Gen, you listening?"

"When does she ever?" Wes retorted. Gen responded to that one, alright. She turned around in her seat and pointed a mocha colored nail at Wes.

"You listen here, Wesley," she said his name with an acid on her tongue,"I try to listen to everyone at the appropriate time, you obviously you didn't think that far ahead in your pea sized brain, that maybe I am having a difficult morning with Erica because my mother wasn't home so I had to get her ready for school and that I am a little bitchy from PMS. Oh, and that's an acronym for Premenstrual Syndrome. Or otherwise known as Pissed at Men Syndrome. Also known as Wesley," And at that, she turned back around in her seat, got out of the car and before she shut the door, she said "Opposites attract, hon."

Leaving me sitting there, mid sentence. Wes just shook his head and said "Bitchy much?" I snickered. Wes and I got out and I locked my door before jogging up to Gen who was already halfway across the parking lot.

"Eevee!! Please wait for Charizard!" I chuckled at the nicknames my brother calls us from his Pokemon card games.

"Don't ever call me that in public you dork. I have to hold up my reputation," She joked, then swatted at me arm.

We entered the high school and made it to our lockers before the first bell. Since Gen and I didn't have our first period together, we headed our separate ways, Gen heading toward Biology and me and Wes to AP American History. History is the only class I have with Wes, or Wesley as he prefers. But I always call him Wes, and I'm the only one he allows. Wes is the kind of guy everyone thinks does drugs, a faulty student, is a sex addict and is extremely dangerous. But in reality, he's the exact opposite. He smokes--cigarettes only-- is a straight A student, drives a motorcycle, has only had two girlfriends in his life, and drives his brother's stock car on Fridays. I'm a lot closer to him than Gen is, but that's because we live right next door to each other and I've know him my whole life, and Gen I've known since the first grade. While waiting for class to start, I pass Wes a note that said,

Got plans tonight?

Not that I'm aware of ;)

Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie with me and Gen. I know she's a little ornery, but she'll have to get over it. You in?

Don't you tink she'll want a little girl time, or Away From Wes time?

She might, but I don't ;)

Well if thats how you really feel! Yeah sure, I'll come over Char.

Thanks a ton Wes :)

No problem :)

I crumbled the paper up and stuffed it in my messenger bag before leaning back in my desk and listening to Mr. Shane's lecture.