This is my first story that I have written on here. I really hope that you guys like it. :)
Cross My Heart: CHAPTER ONE
Have you ever felt so nervous, that you feel like your heart is about to fall out of your ass, and your face goes cherry-tomato red? Have you ever felt so terrified that you wish you were in a horrible, horrible dream, and that you're about to wake up any minute to the sound of your alarm clock, when really, the nightmare has only begun? I have. Many times. Especially right now.
"But John, dear....ugh.....don't you have....to see... no, go....to work today......tommorow?? Tommorow, yes, tommorow." Crap. I hate this stupid drama class. I hate the bitchy, hormonal teacher who thinks he is Shakespeare himself. I hate all of the over dressed, caked face girls who think they have the right to call you out. I hate all of the guys who brag about "getting some", when really, everone knows they haven't. But most of all, I hate these stupid lights shining onto my face. Its like they were especially made to point out every little flaw on me.
I hate this class.
As I'm trying to remember the line that comes next, I notice Roxanne Burrows. Your typical blonde haired, blue eyed, size double zero teenage girl who thinks she owns the place. She's sitting dead centre in the audience, running a french manicured finger through her hair. She's rolling her other fingers on her designer jeans, while chewing her spearmint gum like a cow with dentures.
Roxanne and I have been in the same class, every year since grade seven; four years, so you'd think that by now we would be used to each other's prescence. But for some reason, Roxanne has never liked me, and I have no idea why. I have never done anything to her, but she has always hated me.
"Okay, Devyn, obviously you have not prepared yourself thouroughly enough to perform this scene with the passion, and determination that all skilled actors should have, so you may take a seat now." Mr.Greene had his unnaturally pointy nose in the air as I heard him draw a big, red zero on my marking sheet. I had almost hit the point of tears, but over my dead body would I ever let Roxanne see my cry. I tried to act cool, like I was perfectly chill with being humiliated in front of the entire class. I calmy started to walk out of the lights towards the audience, thankful that everyone was preoccupied with themselves. But as I walked towards my seat, which was placed one behind, and two across from Roxanne's seat, she stuck out her bony foot and tripped me. I fell hard onto the carpeted floor. I could feel heat start to creep up my neck and tears start to rim my eyes. As I lay there on the floor I could hear the gasps and giggles of my "so-called" friends, except for Maryanne Rigens, who presumed that she was an angel sent from heaven, and would soon run off to the peace corps after highschool, trying to help me up. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I had strategically fallen just infront of Roxanne's feet, so that when I opened my eyes, she was looking down on me, as if I were a dog, or her filthy, no good servant.
I brushed Maryanne away and attempted to pull myself together, with the fastly disappearing dignity that I had left. As I proceeded to the door I could hear Roxanne's witch like cackle, and all her possy laughing. I pushed open the door and slammed it shut. I made a fast getaway to the washroom in a steady but shaky walk; tears streaming down my face. Did you know that it is possible to cry without making any sound? I finally made my way to the washroom and pushed open the door. Thankfully, no one was in there. I looked in the mirror to find puffy, red eyes, and black mascara streaked down my cheeks. I bunched up some paper towel and bloted my face.
I was just starting to tackle my hair, when I could hear people approaching the door. I rushed into the stall furthest away from the door and locked it. I hoisted myself up onto the toilet and waited for whoever was coming in, to do their buisness and leave. I was horrified to hear the click of Roxanne's shoes and her evil laugh echo through the washroom as she entered. She wasn't alone. There were atleast two other girls with her. I held my breathe wishing as hard as I could that she would just leave.
" What a fucking clutz! I mean really, it's not that complex; one foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right. She's such a joke!" Roxanne's squeaky voice boomed through the seemingly empty washroom. I felt tears start to frame my face again.
"You're so right Roxy, like, who does that!? I wish I had a camera, because the look on her face was price-lussss!" That was Melanie, I could tell by the way she exagerated all of her words. I could hear Roxanne smirk, as she started to slowly walk past each stall door.
"Acting, just isn't for everyone, you know guys?" She wasn't saying this to the girls that were with her, she was saying it to me.
"It's sad, but the world isn't made for certain people. Maybe, she should get into modeling! I'm sure that she would blow the competition away in the plus size category! They probably wouldn't even notice how close together her eyes are, or the fact that her ass really is the size of Mexico."
What a bitch! She would win the award for bitchiest, meanest, cruelest person of the century, hands down. I close my eyes and try to picture Roxanne's neck inbetween my hands as I crush all the words out of her mouth, so that all that is left is a body with no purpose in life, and eyes that cannot kill you upon glance.
"She's such a little slut, too. I heard that she banged every other guy on the basketball team. She's probably crawling with herpes and crabs!" Melanie sounded like she could not resist holding back. "Such a fucking loser, and a lost cause." Roxanne replied with the same evil sound in her voice.
"Let's go back girls, so I can show Mr.Greene what a true actor looks like."
For a few seconds, I just stay on the toilet; partly in shock from what Roxanne said, and partly in shock because I believe it. I slowly step down and brush myself off. As I unlock the stall door I notice the graphity that covers the walls and toliet paper despener. In big, black letters on the door is written, "Devyn Miller is a fat skank. Stay away from her, uglyness is contagious, bitch." I push open the door with more force than is needed. I put my hair up in a messy bun, and when I am pleased that I look somewhat presentable I make my way out of the washroom. I hate that girl so much. I hate her with every bone in my body. There is just no other way to say it; I hate her.
Just as I open the door, I collide with a guy who had been walking in the same direction. The books that he had been holding fall on the floor, and I notice that they are all pretty much empty; new kid. His cheeks are a little red, but he doesn't look embarressed; he looks confident. And cute. Really cute. His curly hair is a milk chocolate brown, and his green eyes are mesmorizing, like I'm looking into a puddle that seems like the reflection is going on for miles and miles. Boys are far from my top priority right now, but I can't help myself from sneeking peeks at him. I, on the other hand, look completley inferior next to him. He gets up and brushes himself off. He offers me his hand, and I take it greatfully.
"Sorry about that, it was totally my fault." His voice is also mesmorizing.
"No, it wasn't. I should've been watching where I was going." I can't help myself when I check him out. He's about 5'11, about 8 inches taller than me. He's not built, but not scrony ither. He's kind of that happy medium. "I'm Adam by the way. I'm new here."
"Oh, cool." I have absolutley no idea what to say. "Well, I've, got to get back to class. Maybe I'll see you around." I turn to leave just as he touches my arm. I feel my whole body tingle with goosebumps.
"I was wondering if you could help me find my next class? I'm so lost."
"Sure, what class do you have?" I try my hardest to sound as casual as possible.
"Um," he pulls out a blue timetable from his back pocket, "Stage Drama, with Mr.Greene."
My heart Skips a beat. "Oh, really? That's the class that I have right now."
"Sweet! At least I know one person in that class now." His smile is so overbearing that I feel myself start to smile too. I notice that he starts to really look at me. "You okay?" He says it like he actually cares. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say it with a smile, but I can tell he's not believing my bullshit, but he's smart enough to not say anymore about it.
"We'd better get to class, Mr.Greene hates when people are late to his class. He says it upsets his dramatical flow."
Adam laughs. He has the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. "God forbid."
We start walking down the hall in a carefree way, like neither of us mind that we're late for Almighty Mr.Greene's class. We get to the door and just before I open it, I turn to him.
"I'm Devyn, by the way."
He takes the door knob from my hand and slowly pulls open the door. "Shall we?"