The Remembering (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

1. First Encounter

 Chapter 1 - First Encounter

  Remembering my first encounter with Alex is difficult to think of to be quite frank. I remember the day clearly.

It went something like this.

   Now that the brutal hot summer had passed, I was entering hell. And by hell, I mean the one hundred and eighty days of torching learning that is forced upon me. But nonetheless, spending the summer with my grandparents was very much pleasant experience. My bones soaked up the sun every minute they could. As well for my eyes, reading books after books had occupied my mind. I ended up reading the classics over and over again on the back porch of my grandparent's country side ranch.

  It was August, the fifteen of 2005 to be exact, and I was dreading to even step out of my room. I heard the clattering of my brother in the kitchen downstairs - The opening and closing of the kitchen cabinets.

Another day; another twenty-four hours wasted.

     I slipped into my unfitted jeans, which had been my favorite for the past two months. I added a plain white tshirt with a blue sweater. It was starting to cool down in Baltimore. I took my book bag and sighed as I stepped out of my bedroom - still dreading of course.

      "There's my senior sister!" My older brother wrestled my blonde hair as I walked into the kitchen, although, I'd like to call my walking ‘zombie walking’. Only because I happened to look like a zombie that had awaken from its slumber.

      "Watch the hair, Derek." I murmured, but it was still yet to be deadly considering he stopped the assault the second I spoke.

  Derek was my twenty-one year old brother. He looked a lot like me. Everyone always thought we were twins. He had blonde shaggy hair with piercing brown eyes.

   "So what's it going to be?" He lifted a box of Lucky Charms and in the other hand, Honey Nut Cheerios.

     I sat down at the granite counter top and made my final decision. "Charms."

        After eating my breakfast and making sure I have my essentials. My brother dropped me off at school in his black 2005 Nissan – It was his baby.

  Nervously, I clutched my bag's strap, which was over my shoulder as I gracefully walked through the halls. I was disgusted by all the familiar faces from past years. They all had the same expression.

Dread.

   No one wanted to be here, not even the so profoundly called 'nerds'. It was a shame that a place where education was brought upon had to be so horrible. School was hell. At least that was how I thought of it. I was positive I was not the only one who thought that either.

     And that was why I kept my mouth shut most of the time. I had my reasons, in which here was one.

  It was the people who filled the school so to speak. Dulany High was your typical high school with the stereotypes; the jocks, the nerds, the punks, the popular, and then the regulars that were trying to survive high school.

And me? Where did belong?

  Nowhere. I was silent. I didn’t speak in school, never will and never had. That was where I got my nickname from. Everyone would just call me the 'mute girl'. It was normally not bad. Everyone seemed to leave me be. And when there was that one bastard who tried to get me to talk, they would stop sooner or later.

   It was the first days of school were when it was particularly harder for me being a student who decided not to talk. However, most of the time it was not choosing to talk. Sometimes I literally just couldn’t. Almost as if my body and mind refused to.

      Now, continuing with why the first day of school was harder. It was the new teachers.

   The teacher would call my name, order for me to speak because the or she would be an idiot who didn’t take the time to read student's conditions so of course they wouldn't know that I didn’t speak. Then I sat and hope to god that someone in the class would explain.

That was what exactly had happened in first hour.

     "Laila Grey?" The least to describe, the fat old man with barely any hair said.

   I was in the back of the class. The rows of desks in front of me hid me. I was too nervous to raise my hand, it was too much.

   "No Grey?" He said.

     Someone who I had known from first grade came to my rescue.

       "She's here." Rian spoke. "She's been mute ever since elementary." He pointed directly at me, but he's not mocking me or pointing at me rudely.

  Rian was decent. Had decent grades. Decent life. He was on the drum line and probably had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen was the least to say. His shaggy hair definitely needs a haircut, but yet it still looked decent.

    "Ah I see." The fat man said. The look he gave to me was one that I didn't profoundly particular like either.

    It changed to a smug look. Oh how I wish to smack it off him.

      You see, I may not say much but in my head, it was something completely different that is.

      "Has anyone seen Alexander Gaskarth? He's the only one not here." Fat man said after he went through his roster. There was a few whisperings in the room.

  "Who's Alexander Gaskarth?"

"I heard he's hot!"

"I think he goes by Alex." …Those types of whispering.

  "Very well," The fat man who had sweat stains under his arm pits spoke. His stubble double chin jiggled with every word that came out of his mouth. Talk about disgusting.

  The class resumed, fat man was my boring old U.S government teacher. I' had almost fell asleep twice. But being the good student that I was, I managed.

    It was merely five minutes before the bell was about to ring.

    And that was when he came in.

    "Excuse you. What is your name?"

     The boy ignored fat man and walked to the back of the class, his boots were loud against the newly polished floor. He harshly sat down in the seat directly to my right. I took a quick glance at him and I instantly regretted it.

  He gave me the most smudged and disgustedly look at me, eyeing me like I have six eyes.

   Well, fuck.

  "My name is Alex." He spoke. His raspy voice sent chills down my spine.

    "Well, Alex." Fat man sneered his name. "I don't appreciate you coming into my-"

  The bell cut him off.

  Instantly, I bolted out of the classroom as fast as possible, leaving my class peers in the dust. 

    I just wanted to get away from him as far as I could.

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A.N

Even though I said this would be a summer project....But don't expect me to update every week! Short chapter but things will pick up of course, think of this as a teaser! :)

Laila is on the side! Derek Grey (Laila's brother) looks like Evan Peters. Vote and comment <3

xoxo, Kc

May 10, 2014