"Charlotte, Terrance is here!" I hear my father call from somewhere down stairs, probably the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll be down in a second" I call back down to him, turning to my full length mirror to check myself out one last time. I'm not one for too much make-up, maybe some light eye shadow and lip stick. Today's outfit was the baby blue top with puffy short sleeves and waistband my mother picked out for me, along with a pair of light wash skinny jeans and flats. I never leave the house without jewelry on, so I have cuffs and bangles on my wrists, one ring on my left hand, two rings on my right, and my black heart necklace. Satisfied, I slip on my messenger bag and skip down the stairs.
I hear voices in the kitchen. Mother is at the stove, father at the table talking to Terrance who is sitting across from him. "Morning beautiful" Terrance says, standing up from the table and kissing me lovingly on the cheek.
"Morning handsome." I reply with a smirk, already walking towards the door. "Let's go, shall we?"
"Wait honey, don't you want any breakfast?" I turn to see dad gesturing to what's on the table, toast, eggs, sausage, and bacon.
"No thanks." I mumble, returning to my retreat from the house. My mother comes to lean against the door frame to watch us go, as she does every morning. Terrance opens the car door for me, and I turn to wave at her, before climbing in. Once the car starts, I finally let out the breath I had been holding all morning.
"Your perfume taste horrible" he says, snapping his tongue out along with his pinched up face. You know, he really is good looking, too bad he's an arrogant jerk.
"That's because you aren't supposed to eat it, stupid. I'm sorry if it got in your mouth when you kissed me. Who would have expected that?"
Just now we were passing through the gates to the neighborhood and he pulls to the curb. "Yeah, well, I heard our parents saying they thought you and I were fading apart or something like that, so I figured we needed to step up our game a little."
I open the door, giving him my most wicked smile. "And that's all this is, my dear Trace, a game." Then I slip to the sidewalk, shutting the car door and smiling to myself at the sound of his retreat.
"Charlie!" I hear behind me, before there's a body jumping on my back, and I know exactly who it is from the feeling of spikes piercing my skin.
"Lynzie, the spikes of those boots are yet again poking me in the back. Would you be so kind as to climb off of me!"
"Charlotte, always the fun killer." I hear a new voice say over my grunt of pain from Lynzie pouncing her way off me.
"Oh Emma, it's not her fault her parents brainwashed her." Lynzie teases our newly arrived friend. She looks beautiful today, as always.
Emma is girly, almost like a beauty queen, but is nice and quiet, and like Lynzie and I, doesn't really belong to a certain clique. Which is why our little group just fits so well!
Lynzie, is really kind and outgoing, but wears all black, likes spikes and skulls, and listens to very loud metal and techno music in the hallways and during class. Disruptive, feared, and gets into some minor trouble here and there, but still help to give back to the community.
And then there's me, kind of stuck in the middle of them, with the fact that I dress nice and love accessorizing, like black but dress girly, and you already know about the type of music I like, same as Lynzie.
"Enough girls, please. I've already had one of those mornings."
"Ah yes, how is dear Trouble doing?" Emma teasingly asks.
"Terrance is...Terrance. He was actually acting like a boyfriend this morning. I thought I was going to hurl."
We were nearing the school grounds now, and the twins were making their way to us. Staycee is a sporty girl who is a little on the punk side, like her brother. Skyler is a punk who is a little on the jock side. So the twins are pretty much the opposite of each other, but matching, at the same time.
"Yeah, well what boy in this town isn't hurl-worthy?" Lynzie jokes, earning a punch to the shoulder from Skyler.
"Hey, as a boy, I totally resent that!"
Staycee puts a calming hand on her twin brother's shoulder. "But you have me, so it balances out."
"You know, I heard we were getting a new student today." Skyler says.
"A boy?" Lynzie groans.
"A hot one!"
"Easy there, tigers." Sky laughs, giving his sister a stern look, "I hear he's trouble."
"My dear brother, I can take care of myself." she jokes. You can tell she's not interested, and I couldn't care less, either. But Emma, oh man did she need some serious help, and I thought Lynzie was going to claw her own ears off from all the squeals and chatterer we heard, all about this new guy. Who cares, I mean really, come on! New kid, okay, that's interesting, but he isn't even here yet, so why is that so impressive? And so what if he's good looking, you don't know him! I mean, really, for some people, that's all they care about, how hot someone is and how much attention they can get from them. Pah-lease. Get. A. Life.
I shove my way through the hall, our beautiful table in sight. Today is a special day. During lunch today, the groups in the school sat up tables for people to check out and see what they would be interested in joining. Our table would be community service and volunteering. With the remaining time before class starts, we need to get the table ready to draw people in. We don't usually get that many members. Sometimes I even have to use the power card, you know, I'm practically a celebrity and my cherities get very big views. If you get in a magazine or on television, people will help.
My particular charity would be anything that involves animals or helping our community. The current issue is sea life and we could use all the help we could get. After the table was set up, we split up to take on our roles in groups. The twins go one way to hang posters, Emma stays at our table, "her beauty drawing people in", and Lynzie and I go to hand out flyers.
"Nobody's taking them!" I growl, frustrated, walking back towards the table.
"You can't just give up, you need patience! You know how these things go, they always take time."
"Back so soon?" Emma asks us, shocked, when I plop into the chair beside her.
"Yeah," I mumble, "Somebody gave up."
"Awe Lynzie, that's not the spirit---"
"Except, the thing is, I gave up." I say, standing up to face them. "I just need a break, okay? We'll tackle this at lunchtime, yeah? Let's just head off to class."
I start packing up the table, putting all the papers back into their designated bozes, when the world just seemed to stop. I hear gasps and murmurs and look up. Everything just seems to dissolve away. It was like time stood still and all I could do was look at him. Him, the new kid.