wrecked

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WRECKED.

CHAPTER TWO.

I pull into the student parking lot pretty soon. After that impromptu visit to the graveyard, I could push the painful thoughts at the back of my mind now.

I climb out of the car, grabbing my back from the backseat where it had been tossed earlier. Slamming the door shut behind me, I turn around to walk towards the entrance when I am suddenly smothered by a whirlwind of jet black hair and white porcelain arms. I automatically wound my arms around Allison Johnson and say, “Whoa! Someone is excited today.”

“Just shut up. You know I greet everyone with a hug,” she huffed before withdrawing her arms from my waist.

“I know that. You know I was just teasing you.”

“Hi bitch,” came the voice of Nikki Yeats from behind me.

I roll my eyes and reply, “Hey whore,” before turning around and seeing my blonde model of a best friend making her way over to us.

Allison and Nikki were my.......... the word best friend seems inadequate when I try to describe them. They were literally like my sisters and loyal supporters through every up and down of mine. I loved the both of them fiercely and I really couldn’t imagine my life without them in it. They were the ones who helped me heal after Geraldine died; that is before Sophie ripped it all out and left the wounds raw and bleeding once again.

“How was your weekend over the Collin's?”

“Ah, you know how Caleb is. It doesn’t really matter how many times I kick his ass, he would always mess with me. Same old, same old,” Nikki said, sighing and opening her locker.

We were kinda lucky, I guess, because we had our lockers side by side.

“But what about you? How was your weekend?” Nikki asked whilst slamming her locker shut.

“Eh, nothing much. I paid a visit to Nana, chatted with her for some time. I just returned yesterday,” I reply.

My Nana was probably the only family that I had left, except for Charlie, after the incident and the only one taking to me after that also, I guess.

Allison and Nikki were chattering but I could already feel myself slowly getting lost in my thoughts. Again.

Marie Harrison, my Nana, was happily married to Ralph Harrison, my Grampa, for thirty years, before he died from a sudden, unexpected heart attack. I don’t remember much about him because he died when I was about seven years of age or so, but I knew that she missed his presence and every now and then I catch her steal a glance at their photos together, which adorn the fireplace and the walls.

But other than that, she is pretty happy with life. She still was exuberant enough to put a toddler to shame- and I am not exaggerating. If she had been healthy enough to travel I bet she would have travelled the entire globe. Already she has seen the entire South America and North America and she still regrets that she hadn’t once visited any Asian country, other than Thailand, Singapore and China.

Since I was a kid, she had always been my best friend, other than Allie and Nikki Even now when I talk to her, I feel comfortable enough to share all my worries and problems with her and she, in turn, would try to give me the solution. Earlier I even used to discuss about boys with her and I could do it even now, except that I can’t actually find anyone interesting enough to like, you know, all of them being hormonal, teenage boys with no chivalry or manners whatsoever.

I remember Nana once told me, “You know, Bells, some people are just lucky and find a soul which grooves with theirs. I was lucky to get your Grampa and I really do hope that you can find one too.”

At that thought, I involuntarily snorted. Allison looked over to me and raised a single eyebrow in question. I just shook my head and mouthed, “later” to her.

“Anyways, there is a party over at the Bogart's tonight, will you be coming?” Nikki asked.

Making a face, I reply, “Do I have to?”

Nikki gives me a ‘duh’ look and says, “Well, seeing that you are practically the Queen Bee of Forks High, I think it would seem to be absolutely unacceptable if the Highness didn’t grace her subjects with her presence at one of the most awesome parties ever thrown! You know Bogart does through fabulous parties, well aside from you anyway.”

I roll my eyes and nod, uttering a quick, “okay.”

We walk side by side talking about trivial matters that didn’t really matter. That’s when I spot a boy, leaning against the entrance, lazily twirling a bunch of keys with his index finger.

He was probably around my age and he was really handsome. His hair was an odd colour of bronze, just like that of a new penny. The sunlight catches a few strands of his hair and filter through them, highlighting the red and gold colours in it. He was quite tall and lanky. As my eyes travelled to his face, his eyes stared right into mine and I felt all the air rush out from my lungs in a short, inaudible gasp.

Oh my.

With high classical cheekbones and full pouty lips, he could have passed off as a Greek god any day. But what struck me the most were his eyes.

They were the most vivid shade of green that I had ever seen on anybody. In fact, I didn’t even know that such a beautiful eye colour can exist. His piercing gaze saw right through me and I felt vulnerable for some reason.

I tore my gaze from his but I could still feel his eyes on me, burning a hole into my back.

Who is he?

Turning to Allison, I inquire, “Can you see that guy leaning against the entrance? Who is he?”

Allison looked towards the entrance and said, “Which guy?”

I turn around, meaning to point him out but to my dismay, he was no longer there.

“Um, leave it, I probably imagined it,” I tell her but even as the words escape from my mouth, I know I didn’t see wrong.

I couldn’t have imagined those beautiful eyes all by myself.   

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A/N: hey, you all, I am really sorry for this but I thought that I could upload the chapters whenever I wanted to. but unfortunately, i see that I can't do it over here. I honestly didn't have the heart to delete the story (if I could, that is, I still haven't checked if I have that option here or not) so I will be continuing my story like this.

As always, all criticisms are appreciated and welcomed. but tat doesn't give you the right to be mean. Until next time, love Roxanne.