Out of the Blue

Chapter#1

I woke up in the middle of the night. Oh no, the nightmares were back. It was always nightmares. I never dreamed of anything else. The day we ran away came back to me clear as day. But it has been 4 years now. Surely it would be alright, right? I hoped karma wouldn't get me. I might as well wake up, I'm not going to sleep anymore. I looked at the clock. It was 6:00 AM. Oliver would probably be asleep. I looked around our nice apartment. I still wondered how Oliver got it.

He just came in one day (to our horrible apartment) and said, I got a raise. We can buy a new apartment now. I wondered what he worked in. He still hadn't told me. I assumed he worked as a doctor or something, but still. I had heard some pretty shady business deals. Clearing my head, I walked to our kitchen. Oliver was still asleep. He was like my guardian angel. A little too protective, one might say. But we had been through an ordeal. I walked to the table, and poured myself some Cocoa Puffs.

And then I heard something ominous.

"Agree to the deal, Stephan, or die." said my brother on the phone. Then he walked back upstairs, without even glancing at me. Uh oh. Now I think maybe he didn't work as a doctor. I felt like I knew what he worked as. My brain was already spinning millions of threads of possibilities. The plus side of having an IQ of 200. The downsides. Everybody thought of me as this nerd or geek who was unsociable and highly introverted. Sadly, I could do nothing to convince them otherwise about this stereotype. I only had one friend, Jamila, and she was a social outcast as well. I looked at the clock.

Oh great! 7:00 already? I really needed to hurry up. I took a nice long shower and put on some high-waisted jeans and a blue white off-shoulder top. Perfect. Well, in my standards. All the popular girls passed by me and either snickered at my outfit or my hairdo, or just called my ugly outright. But I was used to it. I sighed and waited at the breakfast table, waiting for Oliver to come down.

"Morning, Nev." he said, a little distracted. His brown hair was ruffled and sticking up, and I nearly laughed at that. Despite that, he looked pretty good. Somehow he had risen up the ranks with his looks and popularity (natural charm, he called it), yet I was still a social outcast. Great. Just peachy. He drove me to school then he went off to work. Little did he know, I had stayed up late two nights ago to install a very powerful but hidden camera in his car, so I could monitor what he did as a job.

Some call me a stalker, and some just call me weirdo. I don't really care. It's not my fault that I have weird tendencies. Despite all that, I strived to be kind. My brother, Oliver, wasn't really very kind to anybody except me and sometimes Jamila. He said she gave off good vibes. She thought he was hot. Funny how relationships work out, don't they? I walked into the school building and was immediately insulted by the popular girls, Amy Lacheon and Elena Davis. Great.

"Ugh. Look who the cat dragged in." said Elena.

"Little Nevaeh. Why don't you go back to Kindergarten? It's where ugly brats like you belong." added Amy. I wanted to snap at them, but I didn't. Remember, I strived to be kind.

"Good morning!" I beamed with (real, not fake) cheer. They were a bit astounded but collected themselves and flounced off. That's because I wasn't affected by their insults anymore.

"Good morning Nev!" Jamila waved me over.

"Good morning Jam." I said. She pointed at something on the wall. Or rather, near the wall.

"Do you see him? Oh my god he's such a dreamboat." she gushed.

"Jamila you're practically drooling over him. You're so obsessed! I thought you were obsessed with Oliver?" I said.

"Who says you can't have two?" defended Jamila. Ugh, this girl. I did have to admit he was indeed a dreamboat, though. With his wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes, not to mention the muscles that were obviously under his t-shirt, and his tan skin, I could see why Jamila was obsessed with him. Though I wasn't, cause firstly, we had no chance with him, and secondly, we definitely did not have any chance with him, and thirdly, Amy was clinging to his neck like a lost puppy. Jamila saw that and stalked towards them.

"Wait, you lunatic!" I scampered after her.

"What, Nev? Want him for yourself?" she smirked. I didn't even blush. I was unfazed by her comment.

"No, just saving you from facing their wrath." I responded. I felt an unsettling sensation. Uh oh, I slowly scanned the hall. Phew. Nothing.

"Who's wrath?" she asked.

"Amy's. And possibly the boy that she's with." I responded. The unsettling sensation magnified. I looked up and saw Amy Lacheon standing right in front of us.

"We have awakened the beast." whispered Jamila. Then Amy lunged for Jamila. Not me, Jamila. Jamila retaliated with a punch in the face.

"Oh my god!" shrieked Elena, and she fainted.

"FIGHT! FIGHT!" shouted the kids in the hallway. The boy that Amy was with looked supremely uninterested.

"This is so lame." I whispered, not meaning to say it out loud. The boy heard me, and laughed.

"I know, right?" he responded. Oh my god his voice sounded so nice. Was that even possible? It sounded like silk rippling in the wind, super smooth.

His other friend laughed and said, "I like the way you think."

"I do, too." I responded. Meanwhile, Amy and Jamila were still catfighting in the middle of the hallway. Amy raked her nails across the cheek of Jamila. That was enough. I couldn't stand for this.

"Amy, please stop hurting my friend!" I said, a bit too loudly. It seemed that the crowd was about to anticipate another fight. Jamila was hurt, and was dripping blood, but she stared at Amy with a look that meant, bring it on.

"Excuse me, Nevaeh? Of course not. But maybe I'll hurt you instead!" she shrieked, and lunged. Oh my god she was deranged. She chased me around the hall, with her obviously fake nails trying to swipe at me.

"Oh no! Help me! I'm sooooo scared!" I shouted with visible sarcasm.

"BURN!" shouted the crowd.

"Wow, little Nevaeh's finally standing up for herself!" said Amy, with a fake proud voice. Note to self, avoid Amy Lacheon at all costs! She raked me across the cheek, and punched me hard in the nose. My vision went red as I staggered back in pain. Then she grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into a classroom door. Other note to self, do not get in a fight with Amy Lacheon. The crowd was looking a little edgy. They probably weren't expecting Amy to go this far, but they weren't gonna try and stop her.

"Want some more?" she asked. I shook my head no. She kicked me square in the chest. Yep, she was insane. Just as she was about to hit me again, the boy stepped in front of her.

"Amy, enough! You're acting really crazy." he said.

"I'm sorry, Ryder." she put on a pouty face.

"I'm not forgiving you, if that's what you think." said the boy who was apparently named Ryder.

"And neither am I!" spat Jamila.

"You shouldn't attack an innocent girl like that, also not a girl that's obviously more beautiful than you, Amy." said his friend.

"Good one, Luke!" said somebody from the crowd. Amy was seething at Luke's insult. Jamila was looking all dovey-eyed at Luke. Well she just forgot about Ryder. Did I mention that Luke was another dreamboat? Jamila was taking him all in, from his blond hair and blue eyes to even those muscles rippling underneath his shirt. Now at least I could say Jamila had good taste.

"You're right. She is beautiful! So much more beautiful than you are, Amy Luncheon. Sorry, I meant Lacheon." smirked Jamila. A couple people laughed, and a couple boys who hadn't noticed me before were gazing at me, specifically my body. Oh great. I guess they liked what they saw, because they smiled. Yeah that really boosted my self esteem. And then the world went black and I fainted.