ok, so first off, my name's Kirsten, and...I guess you could say i'm new to this whole thing. i've been reading lots of fics on here, and they are totally awsome!! lol. so i just thought i would try it. it's kind of like....rough, you could say. and in my defense, im 13, so it may not be that good. im posting the first 3 chapters, because nothing really interesting happens in the first 2.
so...here goes nothing:
Seniors
[font="Century Gothic"][size="2"]Chapter 1
It was the morning of Alyssa-Rae Parker’s (Aly for short) first day of her last year of high school. And she was more than pumped.
“Aly baby! Time to get up!” Aly’s mom called from downstairs.
Aly groaned as she tossed and turned in her bed. She certainly didn’t like getting up at 6:15 a.m., no. especially when she had been IM’ing her boyfriend ‘till 2:00 am the previous night. Or morning. Whatever.
“Aly!” Her mom called, “Breakfast!”
Aly pulled the covers over her head.
‘Fuck. Screw it.’ she thought, eventually crawling out of her bed, approaching her shower.
When she got out of the shower, she had her mind sset on one thing. And only one thing
‘what the hell am I going to wear?’
She started rummaging through her closet, and she couldn’t find a thing. So she decided to call her fashion consultant, and her best friend, Juniper Skye.
“Hello?” Juniper yawned.
“Hey Juni,” Aly greeted.
“Aly, it’s,” Juniper looked at her alarm clock, “6:32.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t find anything to wear.”
Juniper yawned once more, “Ok…then what about that blue sundress you bought?”
“No way. That’s so 2 months ago,” Aly said, mildly disgusted, “What are you going to wear, anyway?”
Juniper didn’t answer.
“Juni? JUNI!” Aly yelled, “JUNIPER KYLINA SKYE!”
“Wh…what?” Juniper finally answered.
Aly sighed, “Whatever. You’re no help at all. See you at school.”
Aly closed the flip of her pink Motorola. She got in her closet once more. Finally, she decided on a pair of straight-legged jeans, and a pastel pink baby doll top. With…her favorite pair of black ballet flats to match. She decided to put her long, chocolate brown hair into low pigtails, with various strands of brown and red hair hanging lose from either side. She had gotten red streaks in her hair over the summer, and absolutely loved them.
After checking herself in the mirror for the last time, she headed down for breakfast.
“Hey mom,” Aly said, grabbing a bagel from the table. Cinnamon raisin. No way could she stand blueberry.
“Alyssa-Rae Nykole Parker, go upstairs and change RIGHT NOW!!” Aly’s 15-year-old brother Cam joked.
“Shut up, fagg-it,” Aly shouted.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you look like a slut,” Aly’s 13-year-old sister, Chelsie, said.
“Sl-ut,” Aly’s baby sister Jennyfer cooed, playing with her breakfast.
Aly threw a piece of her bagel at Chelsie, “See what you did!”
Chelsie threw it back at her, “Relax. She’s 1. Not like she’ll remember or anything.”
“Whatever. I’m going,” Aly backed up out of her seat, grabbing her keys from her purse.
“You’re driving?” Cam asked, mouth full of eggs.
“No duh!” Aly replied, “And I’m picking up Chris.”
“Shouldn’t it go the other way around?”
“His car’s in the shop.”
“Hey, Aly, can I have a ride?” Chelsie asked.
“Nope. It’s about time you learned how to take the bus, oh little one,” Aly walked out the door and shut it.
“Bitch,” Chelsie murmured under her breath.
‘It so sucks being the oldest,’ Aly thought as she approached her sapphire blue Acura convertible. She loved it. It was a present for her 17th birthday. She climed in, put her favorite Dolce and Gabana sunglasses on, and started on her way to Chris’. top down, she started blasting ‘Lollipop’ from the radio.
She had finally arrived at Chris’ house. Aly got out of her car, and rang the doorbell.
“ Oh, hi Aly,” Chris’ mom answered.
“Hi, Mrs. Bond,” Aly replied.
“Oh please, call me Kellie,” she said, letting me in, “Chris is in his room.”
Aly walked upstairs, and entered Chris’ room, finding him on the old CPU.
“Hey you,” Aly said, hugging Chris from behind, “What ‘cha doin’?”
He turned around and gave Aly a little peck on the lips, “IM’ing Fin.”
“Oh! Tell him I say hi!”
He laughed, “Ok. I’m off now,” He stood up, “Hola, my little prodige.”
Aly laughed, “Whatever. Let’s go.”
“After you, madimoiselle.”
“After I what?” Aly asked, confused.
Chris laughed, “Never mind.”
They walked downstairs, and out the door.
Aly’s phone rang as she and Chris were on their way to school. Chris picked it up and answered it,” Hello?”
“Chris?” The voice said.
“Yeahhhhh…”
“It’s me, Juniper. Did you forget about me already?! And to think you’re dating my BEST friend…tisk tisk.”
“Shut up Juni!”
“Whatever. Where’s Aly?”
“She’s…kinda…driving…right now.”
“Do I care?”
“Whatever,” Chris handed the phone to Aly.
“Hello?” Aly answered, holding the phone with her shoulder.
“Hey Aly,” Juniper said.
“Juni! Where are you?”
“I’m…at school? Anyway, you have interviews for your apartment thing, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Ok. I’ll helpie you!”
Aly laughed, “Ok.”
“Gotta go.”
“Kay. Bye.”
Aly hung up her phone. A few minutes later, they had gotten there. Old Capital High.
Chapter 2
“Aly!” Juniper screamed, as Aly ran to her.
“Hey guys!” Aly said.
They were all there, all 6 of them. Let’s see, there was Juniper, of course, and her boyfriend Fin, standing tall, with white-blond hair. And then Kryssie and Jason, twin brother and sister. Kryssie’s boyfriend, Sam, But they all called him San-Fran, or San Francisco, because that was actually his last name. And last, there was Jason’s girlfriend, Morgan, and no one else really liked her except for Jason. No one really knew why.
“I love your hair, Aly!” Kryssie yelled.
“Thanks! I love yours too!” Aly replied, referring to her medium length, straw betty blond hair, with a small strand of hot pink.
They walked into the school, in which they saw 4 lines. Labeled as follows:
Line 1- A-F
Line 2- G-N
Line 3- O-V
Line 4- W-Z
They were all instructed to get in the line that corresponded to the first letter in their last name.
Chris, Fin, Kryssie, Jason, and Sam were all in line 1. Morgan in line 2. And finally, Aly and Juniper in line 3. They were all so excited to finally get their schedules.
After they all were finally out of the lines, they gathered into a small group to compare.
“Ok, lets go. Aly, you first,” Juniper said.
“Kay,” Aly said, reading aloud her schedule.
Aly’s schedule was all over the place. I mean seriously, she might aas well have been at the gym. Well, at least she would get a work out.
Aly was beyond bored in her history class.
‘I mean, seriously…who needs history? It’s so, yesterday.’ she thought. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate. She took it out, and silently read the text she had gotten.
From Chris:
‘Hey where R U?
As soon as Aly was about to reply, the bell had rung. She did always have issues with timing. When she got to her next class, she quickly replied:
To Chris:
‘Algebra. U?’
From Chris:
‘History w/ Fuller’
To Chris:
‘NO WAY! I wuz just therr’
From Chris:
‘how wuz it.’
To Chris:
‘good luck.’
From Chris:
‘LOL’
To Chris:
‘hows history?’
From Chris:
‘history my ass. Monkey but’
To Chris:
‘ur ass’ name is history? Since when lol’
Aly’s next classes were only a smidget better. Partially, because Juniper, Chris, and Kryssie were there. Next came lunch. By far, Aly’s favorite subject. She had finally got to talk to all of her friends. And Morgan. At the same time.
“This food tastes like shit,” Aly complained.
“But you love pizza, Aly,” Juniper said.
“This is chicken.”
“EWWWW……” Everyone said in unison.
Aly was making her way to her next class. Band. Aly played the clarinet. She also had band with Juniper, who played the saxophone. Aly had met up with Chris in the hall.
“Hey babe,” Chris said, wrapping his arm around Aly’s waist.
“Hi,” Aly replied.
“What class?”
“Band.”
“With Cook?”
“Yeahhh…”
“Oh God, all the girls were going ga ga over him.”
Aly giggled, “And they’re what, like…18?”
“He’s only 22, Aly.”
“Ohh….”
“I just hope YOU don’t fall for him too,” Chris joked.
“Whatever. You know that would never happen. Get real.”
Psh. Wouldn’t fall for him. Damn, she was in for quite a show.
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“Chris said the girls were all going crazy for him,” Aly explained to Juniper, entering the band room.
“Well…he’s pretty cute I guess,” Juniper said.
“You’ve seen him?”
“Umm…he won American Idol 2 years ago, Aly.”
How the hell was Aly to know? She never really watched American Idol. Sure, she’d watch the occasional episode or two, but other than that, she just thought it was fucking stupid.
“Really?” Aly asked.
Juniper nodded, “I wonder why he’s here in Boise.”
The bell soon rang. Noise filled the room. Guys rambling on about last night’s Seahawks vs. Cowboys game, and the girls all swooning over Jesse McCartney and Chris Brown. It wasn’t long before the teacher came in and introduced himself.
“Hello class, my name is David Cook, and I am your band teacher,” He said, in a sultry toned voice.
From that moment on, Aly’s heart stopped. This guy…David, he claimed, her BAND TEACHER!? There was no way. Oh no.
“So…before I start the whole ‘teach’ thing, I thought I would share some stuff about myself. First off, any questions?”
A girl in the back raised her hand.
“Yes?” He answered.
“Weren’t…didn’t you win American Idol?” The girl asked. Let’s call her…Keely.
“Uh…yes. I was on that show.”
“Why are you here?” Another girl asked. She claimed her name was….Nichelle.
“I’m a teacher.”
“You’re WAYYYY to sexy to be a teacher.” Someone in the back said.
“Yea…REALLY WAY to sexy,” A voice said.
“Uh…I really don’t think it’s appropriate to--wait! Was that a guy?!” David said, semi freaked out.
“Are you single?” The Keely girl asked.
“Um…ok, so that’s enough sharing. I’ll take roll now.” He started calling out different names.
Aly couldn’t focus on anything. She kept on trying to remind herself that he WAS a teacher, and he WAS 22, but it…didn’t work. It was only 4 years. Just 4. But really? Age was nothing but a fucking number. She really didn’t know what it was, but something about him…just turned her on.
“Alyssa Parker?” He said.
Aly didn’t answer for a moment. Juniper nudged her.
“Wh…what?” Aly said.
He smiled at Aly, “I take it you’re here.”
Damn. She loved his smile so much.
Chapter 3
After school that day, Juniper went over to Aly’s house to discuss getting an apartment.
“Aly?” Juniper said, looking around Aly’s room.
“What?”
“What’s the deal with all the pink?”
“ ‘Cuz pink is awesome!” Aly yelled, “And about the apartment thing?”
Juniper sat down on Aly’s bed, “Yeah. I was thinking we would do the whole interview thing tomorrow. I mean, sooner is best.”
“Yeah. Sounds good.”
“Did you put up flyer yet?”
“Yup,” Aly handed Juniper one of the flyers, “I put ‘em around school, around the neighborhood, everywhere.”
Juniper took the flyer and read it aloud, “ ‘Roomate needed. 2103 Cherry Ln., apartment 32. Interviews- Saturday, 1-5 pm, Sunday, 2-4 pm. Preferably…hot male, ages range from 18-23. Wearing a shirt not required.’ Aly? What the hell?”
“What? All I’m asking is for someone to meet my requirements.”
“You have a boyfriend, Aly.”
“Speaking of boyfriends, ya know our band teacher?”
“Yeah. TEACHER being the operative word.”
“Oper-what-a?”
“My point…he’s a teacher, Aly.”
“MY point…he’s a VERY HOT teacher. Mui caliente.”
“He’s 22.”
“So? Normally, I would never let that stop me. And that’s…what? 4 years? Not big a difference.”
“Well, he is still a teacher, and that’s illegal.”
“No one would have to know about it.”
Juniper sighed, “Whatever. Let’s go. And plus, if it so could happen you COULD date him, how would you make HIM like YOU?”
Aly smiled mischievously, “I got a plan.”
Damn right she did. And if anything, she’d make HIM want HER.
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David was just sitting in his hotel room, and thinking about the what the next few days would be like. He practically lived at the hotel. Ever since he came out to Idaho, he really couldn’t find any decent apartments. So he figured he’d stay at the Grove hotel in downtown Boise. It was much nicer than any apartment, as far as he was concerned.
He was just in his hotel room, reading ‘About me’ papers from class that day. He felt that in order to teach the class, he had to understand where they’re coming from. Smell what they’re steppin’ in. And then…he came across…piece of writing.:
‘About me- Alyssa Parker.
Ok. So…me? Well, my full name’s Alyssa-Rae Nykole Parker, but everyone calls me Aly. I am the oldest of 4 children. My 15-year-old brother Cameron Michael is an ass, but I still love him. I have a 13-year-old sister named Chelsie- Marie Lynn, and she JUST turned 13. And finally, there’s my baby sister, Jennyfer Ashleigh, at the little age of 1.
My birthday is January 18, 1990, which makes me 18. My best friends are Juniper Kylina Skye and Chris Anthony Bond. Umm…I love singing. And shopping. Oh! And sports. My fave sports are…basketball, volleyball, football, volleyball, dance, and gymnastics. And…umm….I write. Poetry. Songs. All that stuff. And…I believe that’s it.’
For some reason, this one really caught his eye. He didn’t really know why. ‘18, eh? Well, 4 years. Not much. But…still wrong.’ he thought. There was no way. No fucking way in hell. He might as well just forget about it.
“Fuck,” David sweared under his breath.
He was a teacher. Just a stupid God damn teacher. Man, he really needed to get out more. After David finished reading all the about me papers, he got into his car, and was on his way up to Capital (The school.)
‘Maybe…I’ll just forget about her.’ he thought, walking down the galls of the school. The halls were so…empty. Probably because it was Saturday. But there were a few teachers and students.
David decided he would go to the teachers’ lounge to get a cup of coffee, maybe do a crossword puzzle. While on his way to the teachers’ lounge, he noticed a bulletin board that he never noticed before. And he noticed a particular flyer-:
‘ROOMATE NEEDED:
-2103 Cherry Ln.
-apt. 32
-interviews Saturday, 1-5 pm, or Sunday, 2-4 pm
He grabbed it off the board. The only part he didn’t really get was the ‘preferably hot male’, and the ‘wearing shirt not required’ thing. But…he figured he might as well go and try it out. I mean, how bad could it be?
Damn, was he in for a treat. This…would be interesting.
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