Chapter 2: Life before the mystery II
Hey, what would you do if you get sucked and stuck in some weird videogame?" Is that even how to begin a healthy conversation?
"Huh?" Was all I could manage in my bewilderment, I got very incomprehensible jargon as a reply,
"Oh never mind, I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind to alleviate the nerve racking silence…so sorry," I could tell he was nervous, as to why it was so was what I couldn't comprehend.
"It's okay," I muttered in a tight smile and stood to my feet with my books safely back in my arms.
"So…..where are you heading to….you know….with all these books?" He wouldn't just give up, why was he head bent on interacting with me even if I barely encouraged him?
"My locker," I hastened my pace after grumbling out my reply, wishing the pest would just let me be, he didn't still get the gist though, he caught up with me easily, he's very much taller than I am.
Joy.
"I'm going to the library," He informed like it was any business of mine if he went to fucking hell….oops, language… So sorry.
"That's nice," I forced out with an expression that was more of a grimace than a smile, I already told you I hate conversations.
"Well…..why don't you like….come with me, there are new books for seniors you'd like to read…..I mean...we could study together….right?" He was itching the back of his neck in nervousness, the poor skin on that part of his body was already bruising.
"No, thanks," I thankfully got to my locker at that moment….phew!
"Why, don't you like books?, or is it me?" When on earth does this guy just get hint to stop and go away?, I've barely said more than two words since the beginning of the shitty conversation….sorry, bad language again….I catch sailor's tongue whenever I'm frustrated or angry, currently I was both.
"See you in history class," I smiled up at him after securing the lock of my locker, he nodded in surprise, he was shocked that I was capable of saying more than two words to him but in my defense, it wasn't only him I'm that cold to, I barely say more than two words to anyone – parents inclusive, it's kind of complicated to explain why it was that way, but in due time you'll find out.
Oh please forgive my bad manners,I haven't even really introduced myself yet, I guess that was because I woke really late and everything since then was kinda rushed and frustrating, if you'll permit me, I'd like to do that now.
I'm Joanna Yvonne Cooper, mum is French so that explains my middle name, I'm seventeen, would clock the big one eight this month, twenty-ninth precisely, I love books, I'm antisocial and that's about it.
I practically live alone in the huge building mum and dad call home,I call it a mere building because they are never around to make a home of it, when i say never around I meant including holidays, weekends and even birthdays. I wonder why they had me if it was going to be an all-work-and-no-time-for-little-Joan's affair, while a normal teenager would love the no-parents-always-in-my-business setting, I was completely bitter about it, I mean once during the previous winter break I had decided to be a little adventurous and applied my mum's makeup, dad actually flirted with me when he came back to grab a few documents and it wasn't the magic of the makeup that made him flirt with me because I was horrible at applying makeup, it was the fact that he didn't recognise me and thought I was my own 'very attractive' girlfriend, you can imagine how strange, detached and strained the Cooper family is
Anyways enough about my 'family' and on to my life in Eastwood high, well I don't have a life there either, I'm practically an outcast in school, I've been ever since in tenth grade when I auditioned to be a cheerleader with my thick rimmed lenses and baggy clothes. Bitchy Tessy, who happened to be one of the judges had badptized me with with soda and gave me a new name 'the Bookworm's girlfriend', everyone that was anyone and wanted to be among the 'populars' avoided me like a plague, my crush being their leader.
Why did I get that name?, you could already guess by my earlier encounter with the Bookworm himself, he pesters me all the time suggesting we be friends and as much as I appreciate the good gesture, I'm better off being by myself.
So that's all there is to know about me, maybe not 'cause everything changed very quickly, whether it was for the best or the worst, I couldn't tell.
Break over
I settled down for history, one of the subjects I loved the most, I loved it so much so that I had already covered the syllabus for the entire semester. Surprised right?, well don't be, that was one of the numerous perks of being alone and antisocial, you get enough time to do the things you like.
Surprisingly Matt missed history, even Tess wasn't around and Mark found no reason to taunt or bully me so classes went just fine. Just like that language, religion and geometry classes passed without sight of both Tess and Matt which was very unusual and unsettling, even Mark kept fidgeting at his corner, meaning I wasn't the only one who noticed their absence. We've always had the same classes since sophomore year, I didn't think they we're going to switch classes in the final year and even if Matt would, Tess would definitely not make such moves, she totally adores her 'boo boo bear' and is crazily possessive about him,so she makes sure she's always with him every single school hour to ward off the evil eye, it wasn't her fault though, who wouldn't be hyper if in relationship with a gorgeous player like Mark? Well school was over for the day, it was better to go home than staring dreamily into my locker thinking about the gorgeousness of Mark. The hallways were already empty by the time I snapped put of my daydream.
I almost had a heart attack when I shut my locker and I saw the devil I was just 'dreaming' about was leaning on the locker next to mine, in all his ridiculous handsomeness and staring at me intently.
"H-hi," I was struggling to say just a simple hi, that was the effect he had on me and probably the whole female populace of Eastwood high, his eyes narrowed when he noticed my red treacherous face, then he smirked.
"Hey dork, I don't see your boyfriend anywhere around, where is he?" What a splendid way to reply an innocent girl's greetings, my face scrunched up in a frown almost immediately, so he took initiative to talk to me for the first time just because he wanted to ask about Matt's whereabouts?, last time I checked, they weren't so familiar. I started walking away from him immediately.
"You haven't answered my question," he called after me and started walking towards me, I quickened my pace but with a guy of 6''4 feet, long legs and large strides, my pathetic 5''6 paled in comparison.
"I do not have a boyfriend," I muttered out enough for him to hear, he chuckled just as he flung his arm around my shoulder, my heart did a double take at the sudden closeness.
"Don't be a Judas sweetheart, I saw you two walking towards the library earlier, chatting away like idiots." He winked at me and I suddenly felt irritated.
"And he follows you home after school everyday," he added with a chuckle and I wanted to scream that it was a one-time shit that happened in ninth grade but his arm around my shoulder was giving me difficulties, plus, I wasn't even a talkative person like his parrot like bitch, remembering his bitch was somewhere close and would probably catch us in this compromising position and murder me, I found my way out of his not unpleasant hold, not because anyone would miss me while I'm gone but because I valued my life.
"So?" Was what I could manage to say in defense, I was still wondering why my very popular crush was standing in the middle of the hallway with me, an highschool outcast.
"So he's your boyfriend," he shrugged indifferently and I shook my head with pity, with such handsomeness and a feathery brain like his, it is indeed true that beauty and brains never come in the same package.
"Is that your definition of a relationship?" I wondered out loud with disgust, I got his trademark killer smile that made my belly do a backflip. Not.
"You said more words to me than you've ever said to anyone," was that the reason for his smile?, I tried to ask but I found out I was tongue tied. Great
"So where is he?" Why is he being all concerned about Matt all of a sudden, why was he even asking me about him, why was he even talking to me?
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