Please.
Do not kill me.
I know! It took me over two weeks to publish a new chap, I'm sorry, I've been so backed up on school work, my head is still spinning. Sorrryyyyyyy! I hope you can still enjoy this chapter, anyway,
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Chapter 12: Aw, crap
Highschool.
Ugh.
After our victory on Saturday, all of us ended up crashing at Caleb's house. We didn't even realize it, but somehow, we all drifted asleep. Jake was the first one to wake up and shook everyone awake. Well almost everyone. I was pounced on by Caleb's dog, Champ. Thanks a lot Champ.
Caleb's mom was completely chill. She even made all of us breakfast. Dang, she makes the best breakfast in the world, too good too resist. Once all of us finally went back home, it was a relaxed day. Kind of.
All of us were pretty much slacking around and packing stuff for school in our own homes. Britney and Leah even came over to pick out our 'first day of school outfit'. Heck, I don't even care what I wear honestly. Even Britney was grumbling about how Leah dragged her over here. "Hey, I know you two aren't the girliest of girls, but we still have to do this. It's junior year."
Britney and I both groaned. "Who even cares Leah?"
"I do. Now let's go."
After a while, Leah finally let us go, after letting her choose what we wear. After spending the rest of the day just sitting around with Luke, listening to music and just sleeping, here we are. The next day, on the front steps of our high school.
"How bad is this year gonna be?" Alex asked, cringing.
"Puke."
"One hundred percent shitty."
"Crap."
"Come on guys, it won't be so bad. Last year wasn't bad was it?" Jake enthused.
I glared at him. "The constant drama? The tests? The crappy classes?"
"High school's like this everywhere. It isn't perfect ya know. Besides, remember the parties, the silly teacher love stories, and the fun we had pranking Veronica and those idiots on the football team?"
Dean who was standing right next to me, wearing his letterman jacket, snapped his head toward Jake. "Say what now?"
I had to smile. "Yeah that was fun."
"Let's just go already. This year is gonna be awesome." Jake said.
All of us walked in together, like we were in some dramatic high school movie. Once again, we were surrounded by the noise of people trying to open their lockers, punching it angrily, and then crying out in pain. The girls screeching at the top of their lungs and hugging each other like they haven't seen the other in years, and the guys trying to do a chest bump and failing miserably.
"Home sweet home." Alex remarked. Then he took his phone out of his pocket with an annoyed face. "Ugh, my phone has been buzzing all morning, I don't even know why. I was late for school, so I didn't have the time to check."
"Same here. although it only started buzzing a while ago." Britney said.
"Aw, holy crap." Caleb interjected, staring at his phone with wide eyes. "What is it?" I asked him, and leaned over to look at his phone. But before I could, Leah pointed across the hall, her mouth gaping. "That."
I looked down the hallway, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I would have thought I was hallucinating if Leah hadn't pointed out. I knew right then and there, that this school, was going to get burned down this year. It was like walking into a fire. The moment I saw him, I knew my entire life at school, was going to change forever, because-
Bryan. Lewis. Was. In. My. School.
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL.
What was a celebrity as famous as Bryan Lewis, doing in our school? He was walking down the hallway, flanked by two body guards, wearing sunglasses. All the guys were gaping at him, while all the girls were swooning and fanning themselves. Ugh. He noticed me across the hall and spotted me, his eyes widening. At least I think so. I couldn't see much under his sunglasses.
He gestured for his body guards to leave and he walked down the hall towards us. "Ava? What are you doing here?" he asked. "Me? What the hell are you doing here at my school?" I asked.
"I decided to start schooling at a normal high school. I wanted to try a different kind of schooling."
"So, you decide to just enroll yourself at my school?"
"I had no idea you were even here."
Dean snorts. Oh, here we go. "All right buddy why don't you just keep walking all right? Go find your little celebrity friends."
Bryan looked at him surprised, but no look of hurt crossed his face. "All right, I have to head to class right now anyway." And then he turned and walked away.
I slapped Dean on his shoulder. "What was that for?"
Dean shrugged at me. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but then I realized he was right. "All right, but you didn't have to be rude about it." Before anybody could say anything else, the bell rang and we had to head to class. I walked down the hallway, got my locker code, and dumped all my stuff in. I just grabbed the books I needed and headed to class. For some reason, everybody was giving me strange looks, pointing and whispering. I had no clue why but I just ignored them.
I headed to homeroom with Britney. After a long boring start of school lecture, the bell finally rang again and we got the hell out of there. I didn't think I could stand the smell of those scented candles any longer, it was like a furnace, with no windows open or fans on.
"Ugh, why does she always have to light candles? I smell like strawberry wax." Britney complained, frowning. "Hell, I dunno. I'm just glad I'm outta there."
I said good bye to Britney and started walking to my first class, English. My favourite. Heck, it was ten times better than History or Geography. They were just plain boring. At least I hoped Macklemore could make my day better. Not the rapper, my teacher.
I walked into class and took a seat second last to the back. My usual spot. Sure, I liked English, but I wasn't one of those goody two shoe kiss ups, sitting in the front.
As usual, Mr. Macklemore walked in five minutes late. No surprise there, it was a routine thing with everyone now. He smiled at everyone. "Hey guys! How was your vacation?" Everyone started talking at once, everyone eagerly narrating their summer stories. It was a pandemonium.
"Okay! Okay! Relax guys. We'll go one at a time yeah?" Macklemore intervened.
On it went, someone went to the Bahamas, someone else helped his dad on a construction ground. Dang, he was pretty built compared to last year. Another visited their relatives. I just sat there peacefully, listening to everyone's stories, when I noticed something glinting behind me. I turned around to see a guy sitting behind me, wearing the shiniest Rolex I had ever seen. It was so bright, I was blinded. When I looked up and saw the guys face, I almost choked. No no no. Why the hell? It was like my life was some kind of psycho movie. I've got to be hallucinating.
"Why?"
"Hey, I was wondering how many years it would take for you to notice me."
"What?"
Jack smirked at me, like his usual playboy self. "I've been in the same school as you since sixth grade."
"I have literally not seen you even once."
"I was the new guy in sixth grade."
"No way."
"Yes way. I've kept such a low profile; I doubt there's even a single other person who knows I study here. The only people who know are my teachers. I've been keeping good grades, not bothering to try out for sports teams because that would only draw attention. I'm not a celebrity anyway. I'm acting for the first time too."
I stared at him. How could I not notice he was at this school? Now that I think about it, his face did look familiar. There were times, when I would see this lonely guy wandering around in a black hoodie, his head bent. There were times when I wanted to talk to him, but he always disappeared before I could.
"Oh my god, you're disappearing hoodie guy!"
"I'm who now?"
"Damn Jack, but what about your little playboy attitude? How exactly do you meet girls while keeping such a low profile?"
He shrugged. "I have my methods."
I raised my eyebrows at him. He sighed. "Okay fine, maybe I'm pretty popular at another school."
"Yeah well, wearing a Rolex that shiny isn't helping your case." Stupid Jack.
"Ava, why don't you tell us about your vacation?"
I started. Holy crap Macklemore just called out my name. "Uh..."
That's when a guy yelled from across the room, "Why don't you tell us about that movie you're in Garcia? Don't want fame, my ass."
I stared at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
He laughed. "You keep talking crap like as if you hate the fact that your rich and your mom's famous. In reality, you just wanted to star in a movie with Bryan Lewis. He just happened to join our school this year, did he?"
I gaped at him. What the hell? That's what everyone was whispering about? Then I remembered, the trailer had been released last week. I completely forgot about it. I hadn't even thought about how the people at my school would react. I'm pretty well known, thanks to my stupid mother. Thanks a lot mom.
"Why the hell are you so obsessed with my life Aron?" I yelled back.
"Okay! Stop guys! We're not here to harass each other, we're just having a fun chat about our summer, so zip it you two." Macklemore intervened.
I gave Aron my signature death stare and then turned back to face the front. Asshole. Jack tapped my shoulder from behind. "Now you know why I keep a low profile?"
"Shut up."
"Yeah you're definitely gonna need my help." Ugh, why won't he just stop talking?
"For what." I said, without turning around.
"If you wanna survive this year, you gotta listen to me."
"No thanks."
I whipped my head around to face him, giving him my signature death stare. He started laughing softly, like a maniac, but not loud enough for the rest of the class to hear. Then he whispered in my ear.
"Yep. I'm definitely gonna be sticking to you like glue."
Aw, crap.
This chapter sucks right? It's too rushed and doesn't have a proper flow. Ughhh I suck at this. This book is shitty. I'm surprised y'all are even reading it. Hope you can keep liking it lol.
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