Samantha Thompson is a junior in high school. She has had only three best friends for the past five years. What she doesn't know is that her friends are keeping a secret from her. They are all werewolves. She accidentally meets 'the new guy' named Carter. But he's not a werewolf nor human.
3. Chapter 3: Oh well
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"This year sucks I don’t have any classes with any of my friends, the teachers are evil, and the… umm… well this whole year is just going to suck!" I overheard Elizabeth say to Carter when the bell rung. "So what’s your name? My name’s Hurst, Elizabeth Hurst." She said this sentence like she could have been from the double O’ seven movie. Bond, James Bond. I laughed in my head at the thought of her actually being the secret agent and not the damsel in distress.
"Uh, my names Carter." He tried not to even look at her and for Elizabeth that was the worst thing that you could do to her, not look at her. I mean who wouldn’t want to look at her; she has the body of a model and the hair of a goddess. All the girls want to be her and all the guys well have strong hormones for her.
She kept going on and on about how many classes she has an A+ in so far and how the homecoming/ back to school dance is coming up, but Carter didn’t even look her way. It was like she was this annoying little person that he could just knock over, like me, and not ever look back to help; although he did help me.
"Yea, ok, that’s nice, I have to go meet someone now, bye." He interrupted her and she gave him the meanest look that she had, before stomping off out the door. I think that I saw a smile or something along the lines of an ‘I seen that’ gleam on his, too perfect, face.
"Carter wait up!" I ran up to him and tripped on a paper flyer that read: Come to homecoming (and at the bottom) tickets on sale now!
"You sure do know how to work a crowd." Carter smiled from ear to ear and I looked around to see half the hallway staring and laughing at me. I felt my face flush with red and I could only imagine just how red it was.
"That was embarrassing." I breathed in deeply through my mouth and out with my nose.
"Oh you’ll get used to it. You should be already." He said walking swiftly with his one stride matching up with my three.
"I know I get embarrassed all the time."
"No that’s not what I meant. I meant that you’ve been walking for what, two days?!" He let out the biggest chuckle and made it sound like heaven.
I punched him in the arm playfully but when my hand hit his arm it was like hitting a brick. I jumped back and held my hand in pain. His smile turned into an emotion of remorse and frustration.
"You work out too?" I ground my teeth together and spoke through them.
"No, no not really. Did that hurt, of course it did." He had a gloomy expression and somewhere deep down I hated seeing him like that.
"Umm yea I have super powers, like superman. Well it would be like superwoman actually." I wanted to make him smile but all that I could think of that would make him smile would be to fall over and pass out again. He kept that same hard expression all the way to lunch.
"I got to go but I’ll be back for math class, don’t wait up." And as fast as he said that sentence he was gone.
I almost always never eat lunch and that would have been ok, had I ate something this morning. Then I remembered the four pop-tarts that I had in the car this morning and how stupid I was to be mad and not eat. I walked into the cafeteria and went in line.
I grabbed a cup of nacho cheese and a big soft pretzel and handed the lunch lady, Irma, my money. Glancing around the room trying not to let my eyes fall on anyone in particular, but then I seen Elizabeth stand up and wave at me to come sit with her. So I walked over to her table slowly making sure that it was me that she was waving at. She patted the seat next to hers and I sat down with my lunch tray.
"Hey its Samantha isn’t it?" Elizabeth knew me; she knew my name since we were in elementary school. She just wanted to make sure that she sounded cool enough for her other friends.
"Yea, Its Liz isn’t it?" ‘Liz’ and I have a past. We were friends, best friends really. But then her mom died and my dad left my mom for some hot Mexican chick, but oh well. What’s the point of feeling bad or angry about something for more than it is actually worth being mad about?
"Yea, hey listen my friends and I were wondering if you could tell us about the new guy, Carter." Liz and all the girls at the circle table sat anxiously waiting for me to tell her everything that she wanted to know.
"Well the truth is that I don’t know much about him other than he’s a new guy that transferred from Washington. He’s a junior like us and he takes showers daily and brushes his teeth and combs his nice black hair." I got up from the table feeling stupid that I ever sat down there. But the looks on the girl’s faces were priceless. I walked away laughing out loud at them and threw my trash away.
"Having fun are we?" Carter was showing off his smile a little more than usual and his eyes seemed to change color; they were green, or so I thought they were, but now they’re a lighter shade of green.
"I thought you said that you were coming back later, like right before math class. Why are you here now?"
"Do you want me to leave then? I just went out to lunch with my older brothers Emmett, Edward and Jasper." He turned away and partly smiled.
"No. Umm, you ate that fast, where’d you go?" He turned back around to face me.
"Yea we eat pretty fast, we went somewhere off the East Coast for food." He smiled about an inside joke that only him and his brothers would understand. The lunch bell rang and it was time for second block. Today is going by really slow. Or is it just me, thinking too much as always? We started walking out of the cafeteria and towards our next class when I seen Phil, talking to one of the ‘Dean twins’, Emily.
He was casually leaning against the locker next to hers as she was trying not to notice him and taking books out of her locker, into her book bag. I was trying to do the exact opposite of Emily; trying to listen intently to their conversation.
"So there is this dance coming up," Emily slammed her locker shut and to my surprise she had an enormous smile growing. She put the hair that was hanging in her face behind her ears with her shaking fingers. "Uh I was wondering if you’re already going to the dance with someone else. And if not would you like to go with me?" He raised his eyebrows and bit his bottom lip waiting for her to say something, anything.
"Well I wasn’t planning to go, but since you asked, yes. Of course I’ll go with you Phil."
And then BAM! It hit me! I wasn’t watching where the heck I was going again and walked full force into the cafeteria’s trashcan. The rebound was even harder until Carter caught me and pushed me back up right, away from the trash inside the can. My stomach got most of the impact. I wanted to scream! Could this day get any worse? Was there anyone else in the world having the same kind of bad day as me? I figure that I’m the only one in this high school that has ever run into a trashcan. Then Carter, who looked extremely amused by my clumsiness, put his arm around my shoulders.
Phil barely turned his head knowing that he wouldn’t even have to, to figure out that of course it was me again and smiled, then faced back to Emily and started walking the other direction with her.
"So that makes, what, number three on your most embarrassing moments in high school?" I pushed his arm off my shoulders with my one hand and held on tightly to my stomach, which still hurt, with my other hand and took long strides to math class. But yet again he caught up with me, no problem. We didn’t talk the whole time.
When we got to the room I tried not to look at him but that was very hard for me to do when he sat right beside me staring at me with a goofy grin. I stuck my tongue out at him and he made weird faces at me. The teacher came over quite a few times to tell us to ‘knock it off’ and to ‘do our work’, but we were already done and it wasn’t like we were bothering anyone but each other.
Elizabeth looked at both of us like we were the stupidest people on earth. Her friend, the other ‘Dean twin’ Jessica, wrote a note to Carter and gave it to him, he then, with out even looking at it, handed it over to me. Jessica looked disappointed but oh well. The bell rang and Carter stood up and motioned for me to go in front of him. I threw the note away and Carter snatched it up before it touched the bag.
"It wouldn’t be very polite if someone didn’t read it." He handed it back to me. "You read it. If I see you smile I’ll know its something worth reading."
I took the note back and started unfolding it. The stupid note read;
My friend and I were wondering why you’re sitting next to her and not us. I mean like her pants are from middle school and she has like no style at all. She’s totally like the biggest nerd that I think I’ve ever seen! And she totally has a crush on her best friend, Phil. Oh and I was wondering if you would want to go to the dance with me this Saturday? And if you do or don’t want to go with me, circle one. YES or NO
P.S. ditch the nerd while you still can!!!
After scribbling out the ‘YES’ part and circling the ‘NO’ part, I crumpled the note up in my hand and threw it at Jessica when she wasn’t looking. It made the journey across the room and beamed her in the back of her head. Jessica rubbed her head where the note hit her and turned around to look for the one responsible. I raised my eyebrows and began to chuckle as I left the room. Carter laughed at me. While I was reading the note he was reading it over my shoulder.
"That note was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever read in my life!" I folded my arms across my chest and let out another long laugh before a sigh.
"Yea why do people think that they like me? I’m not even that handsome. They don’t even know me." He caught his reflection in one of the windows and kept walking.
"Right, like you didn’t just try to check yourself out!" I said now laughing. He shrugged and joined in too, as we walked to third block.