Adelynnâs POV
âItâs seven oâclock sharp and the weather is kind of cool here in Prescento.â A voice yelled. It wasnât from a radio alarm clock though but a human alarm clock. âWake up sleepy head! Weâre gonna be late!â I heard my best friend scream from his house. That probably doesnât make any sense but his bedroom window is only a few feet away from mine. Plus, Mike can be pretty loud if he wanted to.
I grunted in response and curled back into my covers. It was still pretty cold even though we were in the middle of April. I wore shorts to sleep last night which wasnât a really great idea since it was making me even colder.
Hmm, the screaming stopped. I opened one of my eyes to look at the window but was greeted by a pair of striking blue eyes. A wonderful sight to wake up to, yes but it scared me so I screamed. Loud too. I shot up from my sleeping position and hit Mikeâs head with mine earning an âOww!â from him. I winced, rubbing my forehead.
âWhat was that for?â He whined.
âWho told you to scare me? And how in the world did you come in here so fast?â
âIâm a vampire.â He said with a deadpanned look. Then a heart stopping grin appeared on his face. âThrough the window stupid. And, I wasnât scaring you.â
âThen what were you doing huh? You know I get scared easily.â
âI was u-uh.â He stammered out obviously not knowing what to say. âFine,â he admitted. "I wanted to scare you. But I didnât know you would knock me on the head. Are you not telling me something? Like the fact that you are a ninja that head butts people that scare you?â
I gave him a weird look and said, âYouâre probably the ninja.â before cuddling back into my warm covers. Next thing I knew, which wasnât a second later, I was being dragged out of my bed. Literally. Mike grabbed onto my legs and was pulling me out of my warm sanctuary.
This was like a ritual. We did this every single day. Except today, he decided to scare me instead.
âNoo, itâs so warm over under the covers.â I wailed while grabbing onto my bedâs backboard. Poor bed.
âItâs warm over here too, in fact it hot.â He said gesturing to his body.
I laughed out loud at this. âItâs way too early for your comments Mikey.â I said calling him by the nickname that he didnât like.
He narrowed his eyes at this and I knew he was going to do something bad or mean to me from the glint in his eyes. Like, throw me off the bed or pull until my whole body stretches like the stretchy man in Fantastic Four.
âOkay! Okay! Iâll wake up!â I jumped out of my bed and Mike quickly ushered me into the bathroom. âI knew that would work.â He said as I closed the door behind me.
I hopped into the shower turning on the warm water. After ten minutes, I was already done with showering but didnât want to get out. It was so warm. Eventually, I got out and the cooler air bit my skin. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my body. I knocked on the bathroom door. Even though it probably wouldnât work, I still try every day.
âMike, can you get me some clothes?â
âSure.â His answer surprised me since almost every morning for the past few years, his response was always no. I would tell him to leave my room so I can get my clothes but he would never leave so I would just walk to my room in my towel. It was quite uncomfortable at first but I got used to it. What I wasnât used to was when Mike would stare openly at me.
I opened the door so I can grab my clothes. You know what he got me to wear? He handed me some baggy sweatpants and a very oversized t-shirt that I usually wear to sleep. I was not going to wear this to school.
Anyway, I still needed to get my underwear. I walked out of the room, threw the baggy sweatpants and big t-shirt at him and paddled over to my drawer to grab some clothes. I chose a white long sleeve shirt and light washed skinny jeans. I got my underwear and ran back to the bathroom since the smart person decided to open my windows. Like normal, he was sitting cross-legged on my bed staring at me as I got my clothes.
I came out five minutes later all fresh and awake. I donât bother with makeup unless I was going to a party or somewhere special. There was no one to impress anyway. I rather them like me for who I am than my looks. Which I donât have.
I headed downstairs to find Mike already eating breakfast. His parents were out of town doing whatever business people do. They traveled a lot so they were always away. I kissed my mom and dad on the cheek and greeted them good morning. She gave me a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. I ate my breakfast with Mike and when we finished, we headed out the door to walk toward the bus stop.
âHey Mikey.â One of the overeager girls purred to my best friend. I laughed at this. Why couldnât they understand that Mike doesnât like being called Mikey? Iâm sure he mentioned it a million times to them before.
âDonât call me Mikey.â Mike said back. See, I told you. The girl with the shirt ten sizes too small laughed like he had said the funniest thing sheâd ever heard. Her fingers trailed up and down his arms and it gave me the creeps. If random guys touch me like that, their face wouldâve been messed up a long time ago. I rolled my eyes when I saw Mike and the girl having a make out session. I ignored the little pang in my heart. Remind me why did my heart choose to have a crush on Mike again?
Because he is funny, amazing, supportive, and the list can go on and on.
I walked over to Austen and Melanie, my best friends but they were too, snogging. I shook my head but nonetheless, smiling.
âWhat great friends I had.â My brain thought sarcastically. Austen and Mels finally admitted that they liked each other a few months ago and now, theyâre inseparable. They had a crush on each other since forever and I knew about it, but I didnât say anything since I wanted them to find out themselves, not from me. They finally stepped up to the plate and told each other and now, theyâre just really happy and in love.
Austen is the sarcastic sweet boy that played soccer ever since anyone can remember. I guess you can say that Austen was like a brother to me. He always looks after me. Austen and I both share blue eyes and Melsâ eyes are brown. Mikeâs eyes are also blue. A picture of his gorgeous blue eyes flashes through my mind and I feel my heart beat pick up just the slightest. I ignore it like usual though.
As for me, I only had three close friends.
One was the biggest player Iâve ever met, I might have a teeny tiny crush on him but it doesnât really matter. Heâs too busy with other girls. Mels and Austen on the other hand are caught up in their own little world.
We wouldâve walked to our classes and gotten our books together if they saw me before but I didnât really feel like interrupting their little bubble. I can talk to them when I see them in class later. I had two classes with Melanie and shared one class with Austen. Since Austen always has soccer practice and Mels has her drama rehearsals, they hardly have time with each other.
The only time they have together is on the weekends and during the school day which is before class start, in the hallways, at lunch, and in the classes that they had together. Also with the exception of when the afterschool programs they attend got cancelled. As anyone can see, they love each other and little me intruding their time would just be cruel.
So that leaves me, walking in the hallways to class, fifteen minutes early, by myself. I felt like a loner. I can make more friends but Iâm kind of shy when it comes to new people. Also, I canât even make new friends without them either hating me since I was Mikeâs best friend or using them me to get to Mike. Well, the guys just avoid me like the plague. I just wonder if Iâm I really that ugly.
I mean, when I look at myself in the mirror, I donât think I look that bad. I wouldnât say I was ugly but not a boy ever really talked to me before. In the grades before high school, I had gotten along with guy friends but since high school started, all the boys had been avoiding me. Itâs really weird. They only talk to me when they have to. I have black hair and blue eyes, I would say that Iâm normal looking but I guess to guyâs eyes, I was an ugly duckling.
I head over to my lockers to grab my history books for class. As I head to class, lost in my own thoughts, I crash into a wall. Well, what felt like a wall.
They wall steadied me by my shoulders. Since I was shy, I quickly went to grab my history book that fell on the floor but the âwallâ picked it up for me instead.
âHere.â I looked up at the guy and felt my heart beat speed up. I saw the most chocolate brown eyes ever.
âThanks.â I said quietly. Hey! Like I said before, Iâm shy.
âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doing in the hallways alone?â He asked me with his head tilted to the side. He was really handsome.
I blushed and looked down since I didnât know how to respond to that.
âAww, youâre really cute. I havenât seen you around. Are you new?â I looked up to see him smiling. He had dimples!
âNo, Iâm just not really a social person.â I said in a more normal tone so I wasnât speaking quietly anymore.
âIâm Alex.â He introduced himself with a smile that showed his white and straight teeth.
âAdelynn but everyone calls me Addy.â I told him.
âAdelynn,â he said, trying the name on his tongue. âItâs a special name. I think that Iâll call you by that. Iâm not fond of Addy, it makes you sound like a kid when youâre obviously not. Is it okay?â I nodded. He eyed me up and down and I felt a little self conscious even though I see Mike do that all the time. I should be used to it but I never was.
âOh, well since youâre alone, Iâll walk you to class.â He still held onto my history textbook and we both walked to my class together with me guiding him. When we got to the door, he handed me my book and I muttered a âthanksâ to him. He nodded in response and told me with a wink, âIâll see you around.â He then walked confidently down the hall to wherever his class was.
I walked to my desk with a blush on my face. That was the first time a guy actually willingly talked to me since the starting of my high school days. He even called me cute and walked me to class! Maybe someone didnât think I was that ugly.
I sat down in the seat next to Mike since we had class together. We had three classes together by the way. When I turned around to ask Mike if I can borrow a pen, I saw that his hands were balled into fists on his lap. I also took notice that his eyes were hard. What was his problem? The girl didnât want to take the next step with him? Ha, who am I kidding? Mike can get anyone that he wants being his charming self with added great looks. Even my parents adored him.
I gave him a few minutes with himself. He didnât even say hi to me or made a jerk comment which was the normal for him. I asked him if he was okay since he normally didnât act like this. His eyes seem to visibly soften at my voice but then they hardened again.
âWho was that?â
âJust a guy.â I tried to respond coolly but on the inside, my heart raced when the Alexâs face popped in my head.
For the first time in the years that Iâve known Mike, it wasnât Mike that was stuck in my head. It was Alex. Maybe this time around, I can finally get over the crush I have on Mike.
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So here's chapter one! Vote or comment if you liked the chapter. I think that this will be a short story rather than a long one. It's probably going to be shorter than "Falling For You." That's my other book that I wrote if you didn't know. I'm excited to write this. I have everything planned out so hopefully, it will come out as I planned. If you didn't catch it before, the setting is in a place called Prescento. I couldn't decide a setting so I made it up.
I might not upload as fast as I did for "Falling For You" since I finished writing it first then I uploaded the chapters. All I had to do was edit and read over my work then upload it. This story on the other hand, I have to write, edit, reread and then I will upload. So I'm sorry if my uploading takes a long time. I promise to try to upload it consistently though. Like maybe 3-5 days. The song on the side doesn't really have to do anything with the chapter. It's called "A Drop in the Ocean" by Ron Pope. It's a lovely song. Thanks for reading the chapter!
-With love, karenâ¥