High Hopes (Chris Motionless)

Down With the Dogs

Arabella POV

"Arabella, if you don't hurry you'll be late for school!" my mother yelled up the stairs. You see, my tires were a bit flat so it was taken to the shop for a couple days. Well 2 days. Its still a bit too long.

While I'm on my way to school, I might as well give you an intro to myself. So I'm Arabella Vliet. Yes it does seem....un...American. The majority of my family is Dutch. Some Italian. My grandmother is half Dutch, half Italian, so that makes my a bit Italian since it runs through my veins. I'm 17, now in my junior year of High School.

My parents have money, as arrogant as that sounds. Its true though. We're wealthy. I still have a job though. I work at American Apparel and to rub it in, I'm sponsered by MAC. So I'm set. I have-

"Alright hun, go....learn some stuff, if you can. You already have a 3.8 and-" my mom blabbers. I cut her off in annoyance.

"See ya mom," I jump out of her 2014 black Range Rover and trot my way inside the school. Its the third week of the advisory and things are going great. I became the captain of the swim team since the former captain Valarie, graduated.

*Riiiiiiiing*

Time for first period I guess.

Chris POV

The bell rang and it was time for first period and I just couldn't wait for the day to be over even though I just got here.

"Mr. Cerulli, eyes up here please. Maybe recite the last part to show the class that you were paying attention," Mr.Burtie said pausing the video.

I took a deep breath. "Uh, yes Mr.Burtie. Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death." I take a final breath of Romeo and Juliet and see the whole class looking back at me with a surprising look.

This school seems to be welcoming. NOT.

*After School*

I look down at my shoe to see it untied and bump into someone with semi wet hair. "Oh I am so sorry."

"Its okay," she laughs slicking her wet hair back. "Oh, your arm is wet."

Yeah I just came from swim and that'll hopefully explain why my hair is wet."

"Yep. Im Chris,"

"Arabella,"

"Pretty name," I smile.

"Pretty shirt," she smiles. "I'll catch you later! I have a big test tomorrow, and I should study!" she yells walking out the school doors.

"Pretty shirt?" I mumble to myself. She probably doesn't even know who this is on my shirt. Or maybe she does. Well, whatever.

Arabella POV

Our driver picks me up from school and then goes to get my dad after telling me my car has full tires. I run to my car and drive off to the nearest Starbucks full of excitement. I blast Bauhaus the rest of the way there and find a parking spot closest to the shop.

I rub my fingers through my semi wet hair and order my drink and a pastry. I see the back or someone's head thats quite noticeable. His slicked back black hair that was neck length long. I could tell he was taking a sip of his coffee in the way his head tilted back.

I was over to him a tap the left side of his shoulder walking to his right. He looks to his left and I smirk. "Gotcha," I smirk.

He smiles. "Hey...Ar...a...bella,"

I nod once. "Yep, thats my name. Chris. Its short for Christopher right, cause you know, some people have those shortened names thats actually not short for anything. And-,"

"Haha, yes its short for Christopher. Why? You wanna call me Christopher?"

"Yes. I do. Its a very...medieval name, and I like those times."

He furrows his brows smiling.

"Arabella!" the barista shouts. I go get my drink and coffee cake and return to Chris.

"You kept me waitng long enough." he smirks.

I throw my hands up in defense while taking a sip of my latte. "Have you ever tried their coffee cakes, their delicious. Here, taste it."

I slide him the small bag and he takes a bite. He nods in agreement. "It is good!"

"See, I told you."

We finish our drinks up and he looks up at me and smiles.

"Hey?" I say snapping him from his thoughts.

"Yeeees?"

"Why don't you come over my place today? I could show you around my crib and you could meet my family. My parents are dying to know some of my guys friends."

"You, the most popular girl in school, considers me, Christopher, one of her guy friends. I cant believe this is actually happening." he smiles.

"Oh shut up! Come on," I say grabbing his hand and leading us to my car. "Its not a long ride so dont worry."

We get there and he looks at my house in awe as I park. "Your house is huge as fuck. You think me and the rest of my band could play here sometime?"

"You're in a band?"

"Yeah. Motionless In White."

"Cool. I should check you guys out sometime." I say taking books and pens from my backpack. "We should start our homework."

"Okay but you have to help me."

"What with?" I sit at my desk across from my vanity.

"My U.S project. I have to do a powerpoint, its due next week.....and I didnt even start it. I dont even know what I want it to be about. So will you help me?" he makes a puppy dog face that I cant resist so I say yes.

"You can go get my dads macbook of of his desk in his office. Its around the corner from the kitchen." he nods and obliges.

I take out my Statistics textbook and bite the end of my pencil as I figure out the problem. "Did you find it?" I hear muffled footsteps come up the stairs.

"Who the hell is this in my office?" I shoot my head around towards the door and widen my eyes. "I outta shoot em!"

"Dad no!" I pull Chris over to my and take the Macbook from my dads hand. "This is Chris dad. I didnt know you were home-"

"Sorry sir," Chris says looking down at his feet. "I didnt mean-"

"Look me in the eyes and apologize boy. " My dad gives Chris a mean mug and smiles brightly. "Thats more like it!"

"Chris just needed it for a history project and-"

"Whats your GPA son?" my dad interrupts. He could be a little rude sometimes but he means well I swear.

"A 2.34 sir."

"The hell! Arabella you cant be around this idiot. A 2.34 son? Are you even trying? What makes you think you're good enough for my daughter? What are your future plans? Any colleges-"

"Dad, stop it!" I yell. "Out!"

My dad leaves for the door and shuts it. I collapse on the bed and sigh. "Chris, Im so so sorry about that. My dad means well I swear it. He can be a little harsh sometimes."

"Its fine" he rests his hand on top of mine and gives me a small smile. "Now, lets get to work,"