Steven Fernandez & Jocelyn Chapter 1

Steven Fernandez & Jocelyn Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 SPOV : Man, tomorrow is the first day of school! I hate all my teachers, and all my teachers hate me. Well, atleast I got my beautiful, awesome girlfriend, Jocelyn. "Steven! Go take a shower!" My mom yelled from her room. "Okay!" I yelled back. Before I did, I called Jocelyn. It went to voicemail. I tried texting her, she replied. ¡! "Hey babe, Sorry I missed your call, I was picking out my outfit for school & Facetiming Jackie." She said. "It's okay, I replied back. "I'll let you do your thang, I love you" It took only 30 seconds for her to reply. "I love you too babe." She said. I got up, and picked out my outfit, wich insists of some shorts, and a honey shirt. Then I picked out some old shorts, and some underwear, for tonight. Then I walked downstairs, and took a shower. "Singing in the shower, la da de la da da la daaaa, singing in the shower." I sang. Then I heard my brother, Alex crying, why though? I heard my mom comfort him, "Aw, Alex, it's okay." She said. OMG MY DAD
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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