I turned at my name, and smiled as I saw my best friend down the other end of the path. He walked towards me while I waited for him. He took ages, but I waited for him patiently. As I watched him, I thought about how much I have changed since I had moved to San Diego.
My hair had changed from shoulder length white blond ringlets to waist length midnight black curls. My skin was still clear ivory, and I still had my beauty spot under my lip on the right, and my eyes were the same pale blue with a sapphire blue ring around the pupil. But I had gotten some piercings; only to go along with my new dark look when I was thirteen. I had gotten my bottom lip done on the left, which I now wore with a black ring, my right eyebrow done twice; right beside each other, also with black rings, and I also had my tongue done with a silver ball bar.
I was also gothic. But not hard-core gothic. I didn’t like the whole black lipstick, hard-core black clothes thing. It actually disgusted me, to be honest. I did likesomecolour.
“Hey, Jackson.” I said, smiling up at my best friend. He was taller than me; which wasn’t exactly hard with me at 5’3, but still, he was almost a foot taller than me. His caring blue/grey eyes stared back at mine, and his black hair hung over his left eye slightly, and with its white streaks, looked awesome. People teased him when he had first gotten it, but I had always loved it.
“Man. You walk fast, girl.” He said in his pleasantly deep voice. It sounded so deep, but it was also so soft at the same time.
I smirked, and we walked together towards our school, Mission Bay High School.
“It’s not my fault you’re slow, Jackson.” I teased as we entered the school doors. His combat boots clomped and my black heels clacked against the hard linoleum floors as we walked to our lockers, and we received some glares from some of the other students, but we didn’t care.
We were used to the teasing we got for not being ‘proper Goth’, for being ‘half-ass.’ Seriously, we didn’t care. We didn’t want to be hard-core Goth, but we liked to wear dark colours. Why couldn’t we do that in peace? I had actually asked some black guy that when he was yelling it to me. Earned me a punch in the face, but I didn’t care about that either. Jackson had gotten angry at Mark; the guy who had hit me. Started calling him a girl basher and such. Earned him a punch in the face too.
I sighed at the all dramas we had been through while we had been friends, and I knew that he was sick of it too. But I also knew that he would do anything to keep me as a friend. Probably because I was his only friend. I was sometimes surprised that wehadbecome friends, but I suppose it was inevitable. We were simply so muchalike.
We liked the same clothing, we liked the same music, we liked the same foods and we spoke the same. It was inevitable. And it brought be a new friend, for which I was grateful. Jackson was the first friend I had made since moving to San Diego 9 years ago, and since we lived next-door to one another, I saw loads of him, so we instantly became friends. We both went to Grade school together, and then we both came to High School together, as we knew we weren’t going to be accepted into a group of friends who had known each other their whole lives, so we decided to stick it out together.
Jackson’s cough brought me out of my thoughts. I’d been getting a lot of those lately, and they were starting to scare me. I looked up at my best friend, and raised my right eyebrow; the one with the piercings; questioningly. He glanced over my shoulder meaningfully, and then looked back at me with wary eyes. I glanced over my shoulder too, and saw Bethany King standing behind me with her cronies on either side of her.
Bethany was the head cheerleader, and she thought she ruled the school. I thought that was bull crap, but whatever she says, goes at this school. And her cronies were her fellow cheerleaders. They followed her everywhere and hung onto her every word like little puppies. It was disgusting.
“Carter! Hey!” she chirped in her shrill, high pitched voice. I flinched as the irritating noise attacked my eardrums, and sighed as I turned around to face her. Her unnaturally platinum blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, her deep blue eyes sparkled with some joke I was unawares of, and her perfect white teeth were shone off to perfection as she smiled hugely. I knew why she was so chipper these days. Her parents had forked out thousands of dollars to get her plastic surgery, as she had complained for months about how fat she was; how ugly she was; how no one liked her at school. So she got the whole shebang. Her breasts were now a whole cup size bigger, her stomach dead flat, her face clear of all traces of the acne which had ravaged her gorgeously tanned skin and her teeth now perfectly white and straight. Her hairwasa mousey brown, but now it was the platinum blonde colour that was so white, I was getting blinded by it’s reflection of the sun.
Now, I’m not one to be jealous normally, but to have her parents’ do that for them when she is 17 years old… that is the epitome of commitment. But, I knew that if I had stayed the same as what I was like in Grand Marais, thenIwould probably be Bethany King now. Even in my head it sounded conceited, but I was aware of how beautiful I would have been if I had kept my white blonde locks and kept my skin free of scrap metal.
“What do you want, Bethany?” I asked scathingly. I knew I was being rude, but she didn’t deserve my respect. Not when she hasn’t earned it.
She looked shocked and hurt, and her cronies looked totally bewildered. I rolled my eyes at them, and returned my gaze back to Bethany.
“I was just going to invite you two to a pool party at my house this weekend. That’s all.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, and I could tell that this was the joke. They were just messing with us.
“No thanks. I have got better things to do than hang out with a bunch of preps.” I said calmly before turning my back on her and getting my things out of my locker. As I put in my locker combination, I heard her huff angrily and stalk off, her puppies following closely behind. In a slightly better mood, I grabbed my books for first and second period, and walked with Jackson to History. We had all our classes together, except for 7thperiod English, which wasn’t the same without him. We usually wrote songs for our band together in any classes we could, and English was the perfect time to do that.
While we were walking, Jackson was groaning and complaining about why I had rejected Bethany’s offer, “Why? Why did you do that?! We could be popular!”
“No… We couldn’t.” I said harshly to him, hoping he would understand. He frowned at my hostility, and my face softened when I realized I had crushed his dreams once again, “Jackson… I’m sorry. You know we can’t. No one likes us, bro. We can’t be popular if no one likes us.”
He nodded, and I grabbed his hand to make him look at me. When he did, I pulled him into a hug. “I am so sorry, Jack.” He wrapped his arms around me for a second, and then I pulled back. I smiled up at him, and then grabbed his arm to drag him to History.
I knew that voice. Jamie Lawry.
“What do you want, Jamie?” I groaned, turning around to look at the guy who teased me the most out of everyone at this school. But I knew it was because he liked me, so that’s why I tried to ignore him as much as possible.
Jaime is what most people at this school would call the super hot emo guy. All the girls were after him, except for me. He was tall, with black and red hair which was swept over one eye, and forest green eyes. He was defiantly hot, but I didn’t like him. I didn’t like anyone at this school; they were all jerks.
Jamie smiled at me, showing off his pearly white teeth. I rolled my eyes, impatient, and tapped my foot against the floor rapidly.
“Carter, can I ask you something?” he asked hesitantly. This was so different to the normal cocky Jamie, that it piqued my interest. I gestured for him to go on, and he took a deep breath before speaking.
“Do you want to go to Prom with me?”
I raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled shyly at me. That’s when I realized.
“You’re serious?” I asked shocked, and oddly flattered. He nodded, and I blinked several times. Why was he asking menow? Prom isn’t for another month and a half. I must have been thinking for too long, because Jamie started to look worried.
“Why are you askingme?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders, and I rolled my eyes before walking away. He wasn’t being serious, he was being stupid. He caught my arm as I passed him, and I yanked my arm out of his grip, glaring at him as I stalked away as fast as I could to go find Jackson again.
“Jackson!” I called when I found him. He was walking towards our lockers, which were right next to each other, with a new boy I hadn’t seen before. He turned when I called his name, and smiled hugely at me. I smiled tightly back and when I caught up to him, I gripped his arm tightly.
“Whoa, Carter! Relax, boo.”
I loosened my grip on his arm, but not enough for him to get his arm free. He must have noticed my irritation, as he frowned down at me.
“Jamie just asked me to Prom.” I growled. I was angry that he would even bother, and I felt like hitting something. He gasped, and I nodded stiffly. My hands balled into fists, and I let go of Jackson so I wouldn’t hit him, and turned to the locker behind me, and hit it as hard as I could. I left a dent in the metal, and I hurt my hand, but not much so it was okay. I cracked my knuckles loudly, and then turned smiling to the new boy, who I had totally forgotten about.
I stuck my hand out for him to shake while speaking. “Hey. I’m-”
“Carter. I know.” He cut in while shaking my hand. I frowned slightly while I lowered my hand. Okay… how did he know that?
“Um… yeah” I stuttered. There was something vaguely familiar about those eyes. Bright green. And his hair. Familiar but not at the same time. It was blonde, but it was shaggy and longer than you usually see on most boys. It sat just above his shoulders at the longest spot, and it was shorter up near his face. He was tall too; about 6’3”. Those extremely familiar eyes bored into mine, and I look of recognition flashed in them. I still had no idea who this skater boy was, and I was eager to know. Yes, I did say skater boy. He was a skater. Skinny jeans, baggy t-shirt, skater shoes, Skater. But boy was he gorgeous. Not Jamie gorgeous. But still very good looking.
“Why did you move down here?” I asked. He smiled down at me, and my eyes widened. I knew who it was.
I could see it now. If I shortened his hair in my mind, and I dressed him in less skater clothes, and got rid of the eyebrow piercing I could see glinting under his hair; he would look like he did back in Grand Marais.
My eyes started to tear up, and my breathing got heavy. I was looking up at him intently, and in a split second decision, I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly. He was shocked for a second, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Oh my god, Keelan! What are you doing here?” I whispered. I could feel wetness on my cheeks, and I found I was crying.Iwascrying! God, this boy brings out the oddest reactions from me.
“Car…” he crooned, holding me tighter and swaying us from side to side, “Don’t cry…”
“I’m just so happy to see you, that’s all!” I murmured, “It’s been 10 years, Keelan!”
I felt him nod sadly, “I know. It was too long.”
“I missed you.”
“Me too, Car. And I’m sorry about that. But mom was adamant about distancing me from you after a while. Didn’t want us to be hurting for any longer than usual.”
I froze at his words, and stepped back away from him. I knew I looked cold and horribly angry, but I didn’t care.
“Any longer than usual? My mom made us move here because I was too hung up over you leaving me. I am like this,” I said while gesturing to my self, “Because you left!”
He looked me over once more. I was getting angry again, and angry tears started flowing down my cheeks. Jackson spotted the warning signs of a full out rage, and pulled me away from Keelan before I could hit him.
He pulled me for a few more feet, but I was loosing my sight from the tears, so he picked me up and carried me over his shoulder fire fighter style. He carried me over to our spot in the courtyard. He sat me down on the bench, and sat down next to me. I leaned into him and rested my head against his shoulder, tears still streaming down my cheeks. My hands were balled up into fists, and I needed to hit something again,beforeI hit Jackson.
“Shh. Carter, it’s alright. Shh.” Jackson chanted over and over again, rubbing his hand along my arm the entire time. After a couple of minutes the tears stopped, and I was left shaking slightly with the suppressed anger. He had no idea how much I had been through! No idea!
“Who is he anyway?” Jackson asked once I had stopped crying. I wasn’t sure, but it sounded like he was jealous. Jackson?Jealous? No way. But that’s what it sounded like.
“Keelan Jordan. We were best friends when we lived in Grand Marais,” I said in a monotone. I was trying not to get any angrier, so I decided that putting no emotion into my voice was the easiest way. “He moved away when we were seven, and I was a wreck for a year after that. Then mom moved us here, and then I met you. You made me happy again.” I said, smiling up at him. His face was soft, and I hugged him quickly before speaking again, “But Keelan… He had always been in my mind. I could never forget him. And now he is here, and I can’t believe it. But now I can see him, I don’t want to. I want him to leave and not ruin my life like I know he will.”