"Bush... bush... bush... road... oh look, more bush."
"Cut it out, Ian."
I could feel my body weight sink into the seat of the car, slowly loosing sight of the endless road.
"I can't believe we're moving to some shitty loner island..."
"It's not like you were leaving anyone behind."
"You don't know that."
"Name one, oh wait. You had the whole population back at home"
I dropped my head in dismay, letting out a slight laugh from my dads remark, what could I say? He was right.
"Ok, you got me there. But at least there was a population."
"Don't be so dramatic, there'll be girls there."
"...hot girls?"
His reply was a sigh, how typical of him...
Where are my manners, Hi. I'm Ian Chatswood, soon to be 18, how stereotypical right? Guess my parents aren't that creative. You might've heard of my name before, Cupid Chatswood? Haven't heard of him? Oh. Well, that's my dad. No, his name isn't Cupid. It's cute how stupid you are. Sorry, force of habit. Ahem, my dads an advice column writer, particularly in the relationship section, can't say i've ever read his work but from what I know he's pretty popular. He started writing around 14 years ago, yeah. Mom left us 14 years ago, another stereotype.
Well, the old man earned himself a break and despite where we were staying before being perfectly fine. He wanted to settle down, which has forced me to 'settle down' into my last year of high school on loner island with him.
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"Wake up, we're here."
"Huh, What?-"
I'd fallen asleep somewhere between an actual town and bush. I let out an isolated stretch from the car and stepped out.
"Well... you did a good job on choosing a house pops."
The grey two story house was over exposed with windows, accompanied with similar structured houses stretched across the neighboring land. I watched as the old man played with his keys.
"Theres only two on there dad, what's the problem?"
He turned around, with prickles accompanying his sheepish smile.
"I'm just nervous, your mother would usually be the one opening the new house,"
"What's with the emotional crap, just open it."
I said laughing over my words and taking the keys from him in attempt to avoid the man crying on our front porch. It wasn't the ideal first impression a neighbor would wish for.
The sound of a click registered, I sent a smile back to the old man.
"We're in."
I'll admit to my embarrassment that I did, infact, run up to the bedrooms to claim mine as if I were competing against my nonexistent siblings.
Although I had 'bags' the biggest room, Dad wouldn't take it. Dammit.
We spent the rest of what seemed like a never ending afternoon, unloading and unpacking ours bags and boxes.
"You're lucky you didn't end up having a sister, we'd end up having tens times as much boxes."
I couldn't help but snicker at the sexist remark, the old man really was old school.
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"Man, what am I gonna do without you here?"
"Have a chance at getting the girls?"
"Oh, you better get outta here fast then!"
"Hey!"
"Hahaha, I'm joking... kinda."
"It's not like I want to leave, you know?"
"I don't think they want you to leave either,"
"It's fine, I guess..."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Are you gonna answer that?"
"Not me,"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Ugh, who's phone is that?"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"How annoying, answer your phone."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
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"My eyes feel heavy... augh, I slept on my arm... I don't have an arm..."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"gah, fine fine...."
I mumbled throwing my hand onto my phone to unlock it and silent the alarm,
"first... day... of... school..."
I groaned, feeling my body weight shift to the side of the bed.
"ok... get up... now."
nothing,
"ok... now!"
...nothing,
"now!"
...
"now!?"
...I'm tired
"now?"
...
"...now?"
...my beds warm
"please?"
...up we go
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Despite the fact it takes me 15 minutes to get ready, 10 being getting out of bed and 5 getting dressed, todays coordination was a plain white v-neck hidden by a grey jumper paired with khakis and boring black vans, what can I say? I'm a stereotypical protagonist that people like for no reason.
Ok, believe this or not but theres something beside bushes. My backyard and way to school is a beach, I'm feeling like a Kardashian, the only difference being people hate me for a reason. Anyways, as I'm in the car letting my dad drive me to my first day of my last year of school we've passed what is apparently a town, already noted 5 girls down. Maybe Cod is alright.
"Cya dad,"
"Are you sure you don't want me to walk in with you?"
"Yeah, let me just go drown myself though."
"Ian."
"Hahah sorry, I'm allowed to be scared right?"
"You cut me deep."
"Love you pops."
Schools entrance, 3.
First hallway, 2
Second hallway, 4
office entrance, 0
office, oh... high 1.
Cupid mode.
The girl straightened her hair, she's put effort in,
it's long and black, not like that.
tanned... what else would you expect when living in the isolated beach town.
She's got a bit of height, her neutral face is cute too, hazel eyes... photogenic.
She's standing right in front of the door, this'll be good.
Entering the office I didn't have 'any other' choice but move her politely, shuffling behind her calmly, I brushed my hand across her lower back. Only subtle so I wouldn't be feeling her up though.
"Oh sorry-"
"Sorry,"
same timing, just as planned.
"It's fine, sorry, I think I touched you."
"oh, don't worry about it It was my fault for being in the way!"
theres the clear sign...
"I haven't seen you around before, you new here?"
"Do I look that lost? Haha, yeah. Names Ian."
"Maybe? haha, Samantha."
"Four minutes into this school and I'm already being bullied~ Nice name."
"Haha don't worry, I'll take care of you newbie. Thanks, call me Sam."
She's a comfortable confident... popular?
"Ok Sam, well. I have to talk with the co-ordinator... umm Mr Shlä?"
"Oh, your in my year? haha cool, just wait for the ladies to give you attention. Until then, just hover over their desk."
Popular.
"No way, thought you were a junior. Ok, thanks."
"Ha, Ha"
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So, my first day was awesome. The girls are really friendly, the boys aren't too much competition, keeping an eye on 3 of them though. As for Sam, it was hard to break the barrier between me and her. The barrier being a girls voice calling her every time I approached her. Weird, she had the qualities of a popular. Yes, kill me. I'm a stereotyper. I'm kinda just sitting here now, stranded in the office waiting for my second half talk with the co-ordinator.
"...Mr Shlä apologizes, he'll have to reschedule to tomorrow."
"Oh, that's fine... thanks."
What a waste of my time, whatever. Leaving the office and turning the corner from the second hallway, revealed a shorter girl. Probably in a younger year... can't see her face though... she's carrying a bunch of boxes. Hmm, short, stays after class, younger? Doing a job for a teacher?... let's do this.
Slipping my hands under the cupboard boxes while brushing her hand in the process and removing them from her grasp I came to see a mix-breed. Asian american... pretty cute... she's dyed her hair too... doing it.
"These are pretty heavy huh? Where do they need to go?"
She's scrunched her face up, embarrassed?
"Go to hell."
Didn't see that coming, ok. I can work with this.
"The boxes?"
"Right, give them back."
"Are you ok?"
"Give me the boxes."
What is with this chick...
"I'm trying to help you out, hahaha..."
"I don't need it."
I'm not turned on,
"Is it because you don't know me? Stranger danger right? hahah, I'm new, call me Ian."
"I know who you are."
Talk of the town already? Oh- shit, she's trying to take them back.
"H-hey what're you doing? My treat."
She's kinda strong...
"Leave me alone!"
"Cut it out,"
"Let go!"
This is stupid... it's like a dug of war.
"Calm down!"
She's really going at it...
"Shut up!"
Shit-
In the heat of the moment and being the prince charming I am, the flustered mix breed got caught up in her own anger. Sure I dropped the boxes in the process but I'd rather be holding her then those excuses.
"W-why are you touching me! You're disgusting!"
She's really light...
"Just helping you out. Sorry."
"I don't want your help!"
I slowly released her, only because she would have dropped to the floor if I actually did what she was telling me to. Wait a minute.. I recognized that voice.
"You're Sams friend?"
She's going to get wrinkles with that expression...
"What of it?!"
"Hah no way! I'm her friend too,"
"No you aren't!"
"Hey, hey, I'm new so mind helping me out here with her?"
"Are you serious!?"
"Yeah, she's hot."
This girls a lost cause at the moment, although the two of them as a duo... ok, hang in there.
"You're disgusting!"
"Why're you getting so pissed?"
"It's non of your business!"
"You're eyes are getting glassy..."
"S-Shut up!"
Shit, I might be disgusting after all... turned on by a mix breed...
"Leave Sam alone, she'll never go for someone like you!"
"It's not like she'll go for you either."
"H-how-"
Wait, what.
"S-stop smiling! I know she'll never love me back! But i'd rather that then her be with someone like you!"
"Hey calm dow-"
"It's been less than 6 hours and you literally pick up girls as if it's like breathing!"
She got me there.
"But who cares! Who cares about you, about me liking her, I didn't ask for these feelings, I'm not asking for her feelings ei-"
She's really loud...
It was if gravity had pushed me towards her, ok ignoring the fact I blocked her in with my arm too. Kissing a lesbian, not my proudest moment. But I will admit that it didn't feel wrong, despite how wrong it actually was. 3 seconds... she hasn't done anything, oh no I didn't paralyze her did I? I'm not sure how lesbians work... pulling away now.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?"
"huh?"
That was a cool response. Good work.
"I HATE YOU!"
"ahuh?"
"BURN IN HELL!"
oww, that shoulder barge was pretty strong...
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"How was school?"
"...I think it's gonna be a fun year,"
"Thats good to hear, girl count today?"
"High 15's"
"Any in particular?"
"A challenge or two."
"Remember to fill me in,"
"Perverted old man..."
"It's for cupid I swear"
"Perverted old women who read cupid..."
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Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I don't really have a schedule in uploading but I tend to upload in batches. I'M SO SORRY THAT IT MOVES SO FAST AND DOESN'T HAVE ANY DEPTH AT THE MOMENT BUT MY OTHER STORY IS A BIT MORE CHARTERED IF YOU WANT TO CHECK THAT OUT, BYEE