Chapter 6: The new girl...

Chapter 6 - The new girl

I awoke with my phone alarm going off. I reached for my nightstand and sleeplessly clicked the snooze button. I groaned as today was a Wednesday which means it's a school-frikin-day! I didn't want to go to school. Hell, I felt too lazy to get out of bed!

My mind slowly awoke as I recapped what I did yesterday to have caused me to feel so dead lazy, and hungry, very-very hungry.

Oh how a burger with fries, and a big pepperoni pizza with lots and lots of meat- lots, would sound so good right now-

Oh, wait, back to recapping yesterday’s events.

Ok, I woke up, then did the house chores, then-uh-then ate, oh god what did I eat yesterday that made me even more hungry today? Did I even eat? Oh I had McDonalds at the Mall, but why was I at the Mall? For Clayton's party. I remembered I spent the last of my money to buy clothes for the party.

Wow the party must have been great!............. Did I even go?

Flashbacks of the previous night flooded through my head. It was so clear that it looked like a movie. The Mall, the bus, the black BMW, the screaming, the crying, the fangs, the blood, me... dying!

My eyes shot open when I remembered everything. I looked around to see that I was in my house, my room. How I got here was confusing me. I got up out of my bed, opened my door and ran to the bathroom.

My eyes widened when I took a good look at myself in the mirror.

I looked like road kill! No, worse, I looked like someone beat me up and then I got road over by a truck!

My hair was in tangles going every place imaginable. My eyes were red and puffy from crying. My nose was dry with snot. My entire face was covered in my blood, mostly, along with Chad's blood. If someone had to look at me they would think Halloween came early. I was too scared to open my mouth to see the damage. Last night I remembered I had to open the door handle with my mouth and that's when things got ugly and painful that if I wasn't screaming or terrified of Claytons fangs I would have fainted from the pain and from looking at my teeth on the floor. My dress, my dress was another headache. The dress was originally light green that shined from the glitter. It now was a red and brown color with what looked like a dog’s breakfast- literally. The guts I was forced to drink last night, some of it slid out my mouth and on my stomach and lap, and the rest was dried up on my chin. My pumps were no-where to be seen. Thank goodness I did not let that sales lady convince me into buying those killer high heels.

I opened the shower door and switched on the shower.

I had to put my hand under the water to check if the temperature was alright, which it normally wouldn't, when I felt- nothing. No feeling of the cold water. No feeling it rinse over my skin, nothing. It just felt like air was hovering around it, but barely touching, which was confusing because I was looking at it with my own eyes.

I flinched my hand back and turned to look in the mirror again with confusion.

I was not a ghost because I had a shadow and a reflection, so why can't I feel anything?

I know I should have been scared out of my pants that I was dead and all but it felt actually normal to me that I was not breathing or feeling any sort of emotion. What fascinated my mind was that what could I do, now that I'm.... undead?

Not only did I not feel the shower-water wash over me, I couldn't even smell the soap or the shampoo. Could I no longer taste as well? At that thought my stomach grumbled a really loud grumble that sounded like my stomach was a huge empty cave that had nothing in it.

I finished up quickly and got out of the shower and dried myself off. My towel dropped when I took a side glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My hair was suddenly dry and really-really full of life, more redder and brighter than normal. My eyes were bluer and my skin looked airbrushed. My eyes trailed down my neck, to my chest and widened when my breasts were triple their size. I immediately smiled. Not only was my teeth back, they were straight and even. I was- I was, a, a...

"I am friken gorgeous!" I screamed out loud.

I twirled and danced, even jumped up and down like a person on MD, just admiring myself and, not liking but loving what I was seeing, and I mean literally seeing because I was seeing better than when I wore glasses. Whatever Chad gave me to drink and whatever was in there was a beauty and dying and most definitely disgusting, yet amazing gift!

I didn't bother walking back to my room without a towel to hide my outrages figure. When I danced and skipped my way to my cupboard I failed to notice another presence in the room.

Until he chuckled.

I froze and slowly turned around.

Chad was laying on my bed, sideways facing me, with a smug smile on his handsome face. "I'm getting a hunch that you’re going to be very vain" he said, giving me an amused look and a wink.

When I did not reply, still wondering how he got into my house, when he sat up and pretended to think. "Yet something deep inside my good side of my heart tells me that your still going to be innocent and not do anything stupid" he stood up and walked towards me.

If I had a beating heart it would have beat wildly at this moment. I mean, when does a popular, hot guy ever be in a loner-losers room?

He step closing the small distance between us and whispered "I wouldn't want you to change. Promise me you won't change" he moved back to study me face carefully.

I nodded but before he turned around to leave, I grabbed his left arm.

"Answer me this. I clearly remember everything last night and I swear I witnessed Clayton cut off your arm, so how come its back?" I asked with a frown on my face.

He just smiled and turned his heel towards the window. He picked up a shopping bag and threw it at the door. I don't know how but I managed to run and grab it before it flew out into the passage. And might I say, I ran friken fast considering that the door was about twenty steps from where I stood!

Something was telling me that Chad threw the bag on purpose. When I looked back to Chad I was right. He clapped his hands and smirked. "Impressive Sasha" he moved his heel back to the window and just before he climbed out he said "Wear those. They look.... presentable for school. Oh, I didn't know you actually owned color" he laughed and blurred out the window with his super fast reflexes.

Moments later I opened the shopping bag and pulled out all the new clothes I bought yesterday. Picking up the last top at the bottom of the bag, I suddenly smelt something. It excited me because I didn't know I could smell stuff until now. Something that was addictive, luring me to the t-shirt that I was gripping tightly. I sniffed and sniffed. The delicious smell was fading away and I didn't want it too. Then I sniffed again, then again, and I moved my head lower to the bag and opened my eyes to look at a McDonald's burger in the corner of the bag. I don't remember buying two cheese burgers, and I clearly remember eating the only one I bought, finish. With no second hesitation I snatched the burger rapidly and put it under my nose to inhale the delicious texture. Nothing ever in my alive-life smelt this good as what I held in my hands. I slowly opened my mouth and then in one blink of an eye, the burger was in my mouth. Each big, greedy bit was enough for me to have another greedy bit, and then another, and soon that happy moment was gone when a chewed on my finger, realizing I have eaten that burger in less than twenty seconds, and I wanted more.

God was I that hungry?

I looked down and flinched when my index, finger tip, was gone and dark-black blood was pouring out in heaps like there was no tomorrow. But then something freaky happened and my finger tip with the nail grew instantly back, sucking back all the blood that had spilled onto the floor, looking as good as new.

Huh?

Did I just discover that I have instant healing powers? What else powers do I have?

I looked at the time on my wall and cursed. I had five minutes left to go before school started and I wasn't even dressed. I picked up the clothes on the floor and spread them on the bed. I instantly chose a tight, black leopard, skinny jeans, a mini, white cropped top, and a bombers jacket with black pumps. I put some eyeliner on, seeing as I need to buy more make up because eyeliner was the only thing I owned in the makeup department, and admired myself in the mirror for more than I was meant too, before I left the house in a hurry. As I locked up the house, I just remembered I had to do my morning chores, but I shook my head and ran down the street. I knew that when I get home after school the witch is going to give me a punishment but I couldn't help it. Today just started out weirdly and.... different. Good different.

As I got to the front school gates, the gates were locked and the school grounds were empty and silent. I stood outside the gates looking for a way in. I walked around the school, looking for just one gate to be opened, but as lucky as I was no gates were kind to me today. There were some boys sitting up against a wall, in a group, smoking, when I called out to them. I didn't expect them to listen to me, since normally everyone ignores me, but they all suddenly got up and jogged towards me. I have never seen some of them, I'm guessing because they spend most there time smoking behind the school, smoking, but the two other guys I've seen in my class. They were the dummies in the school, hell, maybe even in the world, that the teacher always grouped me with them so I can help them improve their grades. So much for improving grades!

"Hey, what can we do for you, babe" the one guy with dark black hair, and piercings on his lips that was standing in the middle of all the guys, asked me with a smirk. I was taking him to be the leader of this, emo, gangster group?

I cleared my throat. "I-" I got cut off when the other guy interrupted me.

"Man, you’re so hot!" he said checking me up and down, putting his hand on the fence that separated me from him, and leaned his body against the fence, to get a better look at me.

I rolled my eyes and said "Can you guys help me. I need to get to class-"

"-wait, you go to our school?" the leader guy asked with surprise. Duh, I spend an hour with you every day, since school started five months ago!

I nodded with frustration, getting annoyed with these dumb asses.

They all exchanged happy looks, like they were receiving a million bucks for winning the jackpot.

"So are you guys just ganna stand there or are you ganna help me get into the school" I said with a pissed off tone.

They nodded and told me there was a hole in the fence, not so far away from where I stood, behind a tree. They probably took this entrance as an escape or for when they're late like I am right now.

"So is today your first day?" asked the one guy with the only blonde hair in the group.

I sighed. "Don't you guys have some place to be" I turned around and they were all following me inside the building.

They all shook their heads and flashed me cocky smiles.

"Would you like me to show you to the sectary?" I don't know who asked that because I just kept walking, ignoring them like they were just an annoying fly on the wall.

God, if I wasn't almost a few feet away from my class room door, I would literally kick all these desperate, wannabe's in the nuts!

I was relieved that when I opened the class room door, and closed it, I was away from those wankster's, but when I turned around to face the class, everyone was staring at me with wide eyes. I know I should have just skipped first period and hanged out in the boy’s bathroom, but well, then I would be stuck all alone with those wanksters in the boy’s bathroom, for a half an hour. Pure torture!

I looked from the pupils to the teacher that had his eyes popped out from his skull. "Sorry I'm late" I said with so much confidents, one the old Sasha never had.

"Um" the teacher cleared his throat "I never got informed that I was going to have a new student joining my class. Which class were you assigned too"

My mouth dropped slightly open. Was my face that changed for not even the teacher to recognize me? Ok, yeah I admit that I always skipped first class due to the harassment in the passage, with a permanent marker, but he must have seen me, I mean I've known him since I was a freshman here at Western Villa high!

"Ugh" I muttered softly with shock. I shook my head. "My name is Sasha Casino. I'm not new here" I felt awkward now that some people was whispering a cross the class room, obviously about me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, well take your seat Sasha. And lets make this a warning for being a half an hour late" the teacher ran his hand over his bald head with confusion and frustration.

I muttered something that was so impropriate about the teacher that the first row started to chuckle. I took my seat at the back, were I had normally sat and took out my English text book. While I was digging in my bag for a pen I heard a "Pssst" I chose to ignore it and continued to search for my pen. Suddenly something landed on the floor, just under my desk. I grabbed it and it had a heart on the front. I looked up to see who was this letter meant to be delivered too and my eye caught some guy looking at me from the row in-front of me. He smiled and mouthed "open it"

Ok.....? Con-frikin-fused!

Still if I had a heart beat, I think now would be the time it would have beat crazily.

I opened the letter, slowly taking my gaze of the guy and reading the letter that was written in red ink.

Sasha.

Hows ur day been? Mines been gr8 ;) So do u wanna go somewhere at lunch? If u wanna then meet me in the storage room.

Urs truly

Kelvin, Mwah :)

I laughed. I didn't mean too but it had to come out. Who the hell would 'wanna' go to the storage room for lunch? Wait, normally girls went to the storage room too either make out or have quick sex. I would know this because that's what Samantha and her group used to talk about at lunch. Suddenly something flew in my direction and without looking I grabbed it in the air. I brought it down on the desk, and it was another letter.

I sighed and opened it.

Dear Sasha, I know you don't know me but when I saw you I knew you instantly. Your appearance is innocent and sweet, like a delicate rose. Your outstanding beauty makes me crumble. If you would give me a chance I would like to get to know you. (I'm the guy that's sitting in the front, with short brown hair, and that's probably looking at you right now)

I looked up to find every guy in the class looking at me.

Ok, I know the old Sasha would have killed to have this attention, and a small part of me is liking it, but something changed within me and now I'm completely different person, and I think, I know I'm loving it one hundred and twelve percent! There's no way in hell would I want to be the old Sasha ever, ever again.

Since I had the courage like I was naturally born with it, I wrote back to both boys. The first one saying:

Sure Kelvin, totally amped ;D xoxo

And the other I said:

Hi. Your letter was so sweet that I would love for you to get to know me. Lets meet after school :) Amped!!! Sasha xoxo

When the bell went off, for the end of this period, I walked passed Kelvin and dropped the note on his desk that he instantly grabbed and put in his pocket. Then I walked to the front row and did the same for the other guy, only he just looked at me as if I was a ghost. Shocked to say the least!

I gave him a smile and walked to me next class, hoping that he was the right guy to give the letter too.

If I thought first period was bad, that was just the beginning! Walking down the hallway was uncomfortable because everyone was looking at me and whistling. Some said horrible things; others said nice things and comments, like they liked my t-shirt, they like my hair, they like my everything. And in class I got more than enough letters than a post office on Valentine’s Day.

I got to art class a little too late, due to all the guys asking for my number at the door. When I got inside the art room, the art teacher was distracted so I quickly got my paintbrush and sat down. My cell phone suddenly went off. I flipped it open without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello" I said in a low, hush tone.

"Oh, um, is this Sasha?" said some guy on the other line.

I sighed. "Yes it is, why?" I asked getting annoyed.

"Oh I was just checking to see if this was your number" he said with a nervous laugh.

"Of course this is my number, why else would I give you my number" I said in a bored tone. I didn't give the guy a chance to speak because I already flipped my cell phone shut.

"Someone's getting popular with the guys" I turned to see Clayton sitting were he normally sits, next to me. My brain was blank for a moment of drinking in his beauty.

I snapped and just remembered that Clayton and I share the same art class together. "Oh, yeah well, uh, yeah" I muttered, nervously picking on my top. I actually felt embarrassed as I stumbled on my words. What the hell happened to that confident Sasha?

He chuckled while I melted. "I.... uh.... yeah......Clayton..... Uh....." he mocked me and chuckled more. Then he got suddenly serious and moved closer to me and said "Are you liking your improvement?"

"Yes, why" I knew he was referring to my new body.

"Don't get used to it. Nothing so pretty lasts forever, you'll soon find out why" he said and moved back into his spot and continued to paint.

I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment to long, trying to figure him out, before I turned my gaze to the pot on the desk in-front of us and started to paint it.

The bell rang for lunch time and I started to pack my equipment away. After cleaning my brush and putting it in the draw, a hand grabbed my arm, tightly. I turned around and frowned at Clayton.

"Eat with Chad and I at lunch. Samantha's going to be there too, were going to discuss.... things" he moved his eyes around to see if anyone was listening, and let go of my arm, before turning and walking out the art room.

I had to decide. Sit at the populist table at this school, with Clayton, Chad and Samantha, or make out with Kevin in a cramped up storage room?

Well, there would be tomorrow to make out with Kevin. I'll just have to tell him tomorrow in class.

I made my way to lunch. I was standing at the back of a long line when some guys told me I could stand in-front of them. I smiled and thanked them. I really appreciated it because I was really hungry. Just one thought of what I ate this morning would set my stomach off.

Mc- NO! MmmccDonal- Control yourself Sasha! MCDONALD'S! There, I said it. Now my stomach went off with no hesitation and growled really loudly. I grabbed the piece of paper in my pocket and started to crumble it up loudly, to hide the grumbling sound. Thank goodness for the paper or else people would be laughing at me now, because it seriously sounded like I haven't eaten in a year!

I grabbed a tray and started to put anything meaty on. I don't know why but I had a weird craving for meat. Probably because I never got fed meat as often as I was supposed to as a child. Suddenly someone grabbed the tray out my hand and stood in-front of me in the line.

"Um excuse me but that's mine, and you've kinda just pushed in" I said tapping the douche bag-bully on the shoulder.

He ignored me and growled and paid for the food. Correction, paid for my food.

I couldn't see his face or who it was but I decided, to hell I'm I going to stand back into that queue! I was frikin more starving then him!

I swiftly snatched the tray back "Thanks for paying, I owe you one" I joked and when he turned around it was Chad. I frowned. I opened my mouth to speak but no words come out, well, I wasn't really planning on saying anything anyways!

Chad ran his hand roughly through his hair and sighed. He took my arm and pulled me to a table in the corner, were Clayton and Samantha was already sitting. I was confused because that's not where they normally sat. Chad must have seen my face expression and my lack of pace. "Just come"

I followed, looking at all the faces looking at me as we walked passed all the lunch tables.

Chad let go of my arm and told me to sit.

I did.

It was awkward looking from Chad, to Clayton, to Samantha, and then back to Chad. "So...." I tapped my finger on the table, awkwardly hating the silents. My stomach grumbled again, this time there was no paper to cover the disturbing, embarrassing noise, echoing in the silence.  Samantha slightly wrinkled her nose and looked every place but at me. Clayton was picking at his nail, and Chad was frowning at the middle of the table. I picked up my knife and fork and reached for the tray that was in the middle of the empty table. Chad immediately grab my knife and fork away and growled. Yes, like how dogs growl at intruders.

"What? I'm I suppose to starve to death...." my voice trailed off as they all stared at me. I looked at Chad and his frown deepened. "If you are not going to let me eat then to hell with you" I swiftly got up and was about to leave the depressing table when a small hand stopped me.

"Wait, just listen to what the guys have to say. Trust me, I'm as starved as you" Samantha laughed nervously and gave me a smile.

I rolled my eyes and gave in.

I slumped down into the chair and crossed my arms over my chest, letting the grumbling set off again. "Hurry up because I'm starving" I said impatiently.

"That's what we want to discuss with the both of you. Your hunger issues" Clayton said.

"We were going to tell you girls to skip school today but since Clayton and I both have a match tomorrow we couldn't skip school and baby sit you" Chad said and nodded with Clayton.

"Baby sit?" Samantha pulled a face.

"Yes, sweet heart, baby sit" Clayton said with annoyance.

"I don't need a baby sitter, not since I turned twelve"

Chad snorted. My eyebrow lifted at Samantha.

"What? I'm mature you know" Samantha protested.

"Whatever you say Sam. Anyways back to your obvious hunger issues. You'll get fed every third day. Dinner will be at the farm, we don't want any complications" Clayton looked around the lunch room for any people that was ears-dropping.

God his paranoid!

Clayton gave me a look, as if he just read my mind, and turned to Samantha. "Any questions, any objections, speak now or forever hold-"

"Why do we only eat every third day" Sam asked with curiosity.

"Yeah, when can I eat?" I cut in, not really listening to what was being said, only listening to my stomach.

"Good question Sasha. You have to work for your supper" Chad said with a wide grin.

I nodded but then frowned. "Come again?"

What did he think that just because he made me gorgeous that I would want too-

"-Jeesh, Sasha, not that that!" he looked shocked. I shrugged. He bent his head lower into the group and in a hushed tone he said "What I meant was that you get us food, we will give you food"

"Screw that, I don't like having to work for someone. I can just eat when I want, without having to starve for three days" Samantha folded her arms across her chest and smirked.

I nodded and Samantha and I got up, ready to leave.

"I'll drive us to the Mall were we can eat all we want" Samantha stuck her tongue out to Chad and Clayton, looking more like a twelve year old than a eighteen year old.

Chad and Clayton both chuckled and they both sat back in there chairs and shook their heads at us. "Girls, don't forget who made you like this" Clayton looked at us with a bored expression.

I was going to ask why they made us like this and what exactly are we, when the bell went off.

"Fucking great!" Samantha cursed out loud, matching the alarm bell.

Clayton got up and walked towards Sam and I. "Meet us at the parking lot, ok" he then took off with Chad, leaving Samantha and I still hungry as hell!

Samantha turned to me and gave me an evil smile. "Why don't I show you my new car, my daddy just bought me?"

I looked back to the double doors of the cafeteria and the guys just disappeared, catching a last glimpse of Clayton's blonde hair. "I-" I hesitated and then got cut off.

"-Great! Follow me" Samantha said cheerfully and I followed, rolling my eyes at her.

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