Sweet Addiction.
Chapter 2; Creepy Brandon.
I wake up to an annoying alarm clock. Who the heck even invented these monsters. I should start creating a time machine because there are so many things i would love to go back in time and change or remove.
Vanessa's list of things to change when the time machine is ready.
Stop the guy that invented homework.
Bring them back and stop them from dying.
Stop myself from drinking that night
Kill the guy that invented school
Have a happy family like we used to be.
Those will be the top things i would love to bring back and also destroy some. If only that were possible.
I sigh and groggily climb out of bed. Today is my first day of high school as a senior at Westside High School. As cliche as it sounds, it sadly is reality. I hate being new in a school. It honestly sucks. All the creepy stares from strangers, being bullied and hated for no reason at all.
It just sucks.
I shower, brush my teeth and dress up in a short black skirt that is mid thigh and a sleeveless baby pink shirt with Minnie Mouse. I let my long brown hair fall down freely to my waist as i grab my phone and head downstairs.
Dad is sitting at the kitchen counter with a magazine in one hand a cup of coffee in the other.
"Hey kiddo, ya ready for school?" Dad says, looking up from his magazine.
I smile at him and walk up to him to give him a peck on his cheek. "No, you know i hate school."
"I know that and i still wonder how you manage to get good grades." He chuckles returning the peck.
"I use juju. Dont worry, it really works." I muse as i head to the frigde to grab milk and eat some cereal.
Dad has always been my favorite because he really understands me and knows me well. Unlike mam, Dad didnt take out his grief and sorrow on me after what happened. Mam always finds a way to blame it all on me.
I wish i could go back in time and fix that day.
At a point, she is right. All that happened that day was my fault. I was the reason she lost her loved one. We all lost him because of me.
We are all hurting after what happened. But we all show it in a different way. I cry myself to sleep every night remembering all the good times we had together. Dad grieves in his way but he doesnt show it but i know he is hurting on the inside. Mam drinks alcohol and takes anti-depressants to forget and she also blames it on me and thats why she hates with every single cell in her body.
Where is she? Probably in her room dealing with a hangover.
I finish taking my cereal and bid dad goodbye as i grab my car keys and head to my car to drive to hell.
Last night's memories come crashing into my head. I wonder of he will be there. He looked like he was too old for high school but who am i to judge.
Kyle is the first friend i made in Memphis. I dont even know him yet. What he does, where he lives, if i will ever get to see him, to hear his sexy voice and drool at his sexy body.
I shake my head to rid of all those thoughts. Friends! Thats what we are and thats how it will be. Just friends.
I finally arrive at school after a thirty minute drive. I park in the furthest place from the school building next to a tree. Students are in the parking lot either talking or making out against the hood of their cars ....euu and others are heading to the school building.
I head into the school main entrance and walk to the secretary's office to get my schedule. After getting my schedule and reading my timetable, i walk to my first class. AP Physics.
I enter the classroom and head for the seat in the back of the class. I take out my bag and my books and seat waiting for the bell to ring. I take out my phone and start playing Candy Crush just to pass time.
Fifteen minutes later, the bell rings and everyone starts to occupy the seats in the class. No one looks my way which i'm thankful for. Everyone is just minding their business.
A cute blonde guy takes a seat next to mine. I choose to ignore and mind my business as i comtinue to play my game.
"Hi." He greets and i turn my head to see he is staring at me with an adorable smile.
Aww.....such a cutie.
"Hey." I smile back.
He gives me a mischievous look as his eyes go down to my skirt which has been pulled up to reveal a lot of my thigh. I reach out and pull it down to cover my thigh and i glare at Mr. Creep.
What a perveted freak!
He smirks at me showing his teeth and i suddenly feel like puking my precious breakfast i had this morning.
He grabs my hand that resting on my desk and plants a sloppy kiss on it looking up at me through his short lashes.
"It's Brandon for you. Available any time of the day." He winks at me and i forcefully pull my hand out from his. I look at him with a disgusted look and the teacher enters the classroom just before i slap him hard across his cute face.
I sigh and start listening to Mr. Timmy like he introduced himself as. Almost reminding me of Timmy Turner from fairy odd parents. God, i was so obsessed with that cartoon as a child.
Those times.
I ignore Creepy Brandon's weird stares as i continue to take notes as the teacher explains about Atomic force.
God, how I want to jump onto Creepy Brandon's neck and strangle him to death as i cut finger by finger slowly enjoying torturing him. He is so annoying. He keeps sending me chits during class which i completely ignore and refuse to open any of them.
Ten minutes into the lesson, the door opens forcefully like it was kicked and slams against the wall hard. I jump in my seat at the sudden outburst and hold onto my heart.
I look up and its him. Yay, my first friend is here. Thank God. He is walking with another friend of his who also looks gorgeous and dangerous but not as Kyle.
He walks in the aisle where my seat is and catches my eye. I smile happily at him and he gives me his usual scowl heading to my direction.
I wonder where he'll seat. All the seats around me are occupied.
He walks towards me and stops at Creepy Brandon's seat. I look over at him and he looks pale and scared. He is gripping onto the sides of the desk like with just one word, he'll run away.
"Move." Kyle says in a deep spine chilling dangerous voice. Creepy Brandon holds onto his books and flees away quicker than Flash.
Poor thing.
Kyle takes his seat and i look up frowning at him. That was rude, it wasnt nice. His friend takes a seat in front of him which was also occupied by another person.
"That was mean." I whisper to him. He just rolls his eyes and shrugs.
"I don't care." He says in a husky deep voice.
Is this how its gonna be? Being a friend to someone who is mean to others. Im happy that Creepy Brandon is not next to me but he doesnt deserve to be treated like that.
Also, why was Brandon so afraid of him?
The rest of the lesson, i make sure not to turn to Kyle because i am mad at him. When the bell rings, i pick my books quickly and run out of class.
"Nessa, wait!" I hear Kyle's voice and stop in my tracks. If it's not an apology or an explanation, then im outta here.
"What!" I turn to glare at him. His scowl still present on his face.
"What's wrong?" He says, also quite unsure to himself why je is asking. Its like the words are foreign to his tongue.
"What you did wasnt nice. Why did you do it and why was he so afraid of you?" I ask.
"Like i said, I dont fucking care. You will find out the answer." He shrugs with a scowl. I wince at his use of cuss words and take a deep breath before replying.
"You are my friend, you should be able to trust me."
"I dont care. You are not my fucking friend. Just because i told you my name doesn't mean i want to be your fucking friend. And stop telling me what to fucking do because you are not my fucking mother." He spits. Tears start to prick my eyes and i stop myself from crying.
It hurts being told that.
I swallow his words in and turn away from him walking to my next class. I take out my school map and head towards my Calculus class.
I tell myself not to cry over and over again. Why is he so mean and rude to everyone? I hate him so much now.
That's a lie.
I scowl at my inner thoughts. How can someone that attractive and gorgeous be that mean and emotionless?
I enter the class and take a seat at the back of the class but in the middle next to a pretty brunnette who is drawing into her book. She looks up at me and smiles which i manage to return. Im still angry at Kyle and thats the only emotion swimming in my head.
"Hi, I'm Vanessa." I introduce myself with a smile.
"Elena. You're new here right?" She asks.
"Yeah i am."
"Thats cool. You and i are gonna be good friends." She grins wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I giggle and slap her arm playfully.
Yay, another new friend. Oh wait, my first friend.
"Hey, do you know something about Kyle." I ask. A lot of things are off about him.
Elena shrudders at the mention of his name and her smile turn into a frown as she starts to grow pale.
See, another weird thing today.
"Why, umm, do you wanna k-know about him?" She stammers while looking scared.
"He is such a weird guy. First, we are friends next he is telling me he doesnt want to be friends." I say and her eyes widen to the size of saucers.
"Holy fucking shit." She mumbles. "Friends?! You made friends with the Kyle Storm?" She asks looking at me like i have gone crazy.
Have i?
"Yeah, i met him last night and saved him before we were both killed." I state with narrowed eyes.
She sighs, "Kyle Storm is a dangerous person. You dont make friends with him, you dont talk to him, you dont go against him and you dont even make eye contact with him."
"Why?" I ask furrowing my eye brows. Yes, i get he has that dangerous look but is he that bad?
"He is the head of the most dangerous mafia in the world, Salvatrucha. He kills with no mercy and he is feared. Even my parents and relatives are afraid of him." She explains.
Oh.
Why am i still not afraid of him? Am i okay? Elena just told me that Kyle can rip my guts out without second thought and i am still not afraid. I really need help, dont i?
The teacher enters the class and introduces himself as the lesson goes on but my mind is far away and is thinking about a brown - greyish eyed boy.
What is wrong with me?
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