Chapter 3 "-but you will go out with me," I turn around and see Priscilla smiling devilishly. The other students in the hallway came and formed a circle around my locker. "What's your deal, Priss-illa," Garrett said making the crowd roar with laughter. "Yes, Garrett, I will be your girlfriend," I said trying to sound calm. "UGHHH. You are soooooo done, Rosalie Milano," she screeches. As she walks by she whispers, "But hmmm. I don't need revenge; my mother is already dealing with you." What? I thought to myself. Her mother is dealing with me? I don't get it. Is she going to tell the principal? Ugh. This could ruin my clean record. "Rosey, I'm going to go okay? I have to get to class," Garrett said giving me a small hug, "see you later!" Embracing his hug and smiling, I reply, "Bye Gar." I look over at Noah's locker and he's gone. I seriously wondered where he went. He disappeared after the frenzy with Priss-illa (I am so calling her that now). The rest of the day was hectic. At lunch, my table of best friends kept questioning me about Garrett and talking about Noah. They called him, "the hot, transfer guy" and how he wouldn't be interested in any girl really. All the girls in school tried talking to him, but each time, he'd let out a yawn and walk away. I walked home slowly, prancing and dancing after being asked out by my huge crush. I wore a goofy smile going home that every person on the street looked at me funny. When I get to my house, I see both of my parents' cars home parked in the driveway. How funny, shouldn't they be at work? I walk into the house full of, the usual, arguing. "You're supposed to keep up with her," my dad shouts. "She's going to get hurt," my mom cried. "I won't let that happen," a third voice said. Wait. I recognized that voice. I accidently blurt out, "Hi Mom, hi Dad! I'm home." I hear a shuffling of chairs and clattering of glasses and plates and they all come to the doorway to greet me. "Hi honey," my mom said sweetly. "Hello sweetheart," my dad grinned. "Hey Rosalie," the third person smiled. "Um. Hi Noah." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The story is just about to begin now hmm. Why was Noah at her house?
Hey everyone! I'm updating a lot this weekend considering I only started yesterday. During the week, I hardly have any time so I'm squeezing as much as I can! I appreciate all your support . Tell your friends too! Much love xx, Shannon
Why would he be protecting her, Olivia? And I'll probably be updating once or twice more for today
Maybe he's protecting her from Priscilla's mom? Love this story, Shannon can't wait for the update
Chapter 4 After moments of exchanging awkward glances, Noah said goodbye and left. I didn't bother asking why he was here because my parents would probably make up some stupid crap anyway. Shortly after he left, everyone got back to normal; my parents started arguing about me, and I went off to do my homework. It was just like any ordinary afternoon, the birds chirping, the sun radiant, and the fresh, crisp air blowing perfectly. I was in the most perfect mood too and soon, I was fast asleep. "Rooooossssaaaaalliiiiieeeeeee," the voice hissed. "Get away from me," I say scared. "Rooooooossssaaaaaallliiiieeeeee," the voice came closer. "ROSALIE. ROSALIE. Wake up," I felt someone shake me. I wake up groggy only to see someone's face over mine. I scream, "AAAHHHH. Who are you!" "Ssshhhh. Calm down, Rose, it's just me," the voice said reassuringly. "NOAH? What are you doing here?!" "You were having a bad dream, so I woke you up." "Yeah, but how did you know I was having a bad dream?" "It doesn't matter. I'm here to tell you not to get too close to anyone. Even Garrett." "So what are you now? My parents! I can't any freedom in this world can I? You're thirteen years old! What are you doing climbing up my window? Just leave me alone, okay? "But, I," he started. "JUST LEAVE," I cut him off. "Fine. Just don't say I didn't warn you." "Oh, my pleasure." What's his problem? He could have every other girl in school but he chooses to pick on me? Why me? There was nothing special about me.. At least, I didn't think so.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short update I know Thanks for reading
Hello all! I'll probably be updating really soon! I took a really long nap in the afternoon and I'm full of energy! I'll keep you updated! Thanks for reading
Chapter 5 The next morning I woke up in my pajamas, dry. Somehow, Noah's appearance in the night made the horrific dreams go away. I rolled out of bed and curled my hair to look extra nice for Gar. As I was curling, my clumsy self set the curling wand down onto my left forearm. "OUCHH," I yell, wincing in pain. My arm burned bright red still throbbing with its encounter with the heat. Realizing the time, I wrapped some gauze around it and slipped on a red, long-sleeve sweater to cover my burnt arm. I slipped on my favorite, blue, skinny jeans, gray boots, and ran out of the house. I walked quickly to school, avoiding encounters with anyone, especially Noah. My morning started off terribly and I was hoping Garrett could make it better. I walked confidently into the busy hallways with my bouncing curls and my leather, gray boots. "Hi Garrett," I call to him giving him a quick hug, "Good morning." "Uh. Hey Rosalie," he answers awkwardly. Maybe he's just nervous, I thought, but say, "What's the matter? What did I do wrong?" "And just what do you think you're doing with my BOYFRIEND?" a prissy voice snaps from behind me. Wait.. This can't be... Priscilla. Priscilla comes up to me and tears my hands off his shoulders and then places herself next to him. "Seriously, Priss-illa? Get over it. He's my boyfriend, we went through this yesterday," I shot back, annoyed. "Hey, don't call me girlfriend that, Rosalie," Garrett yelled back. "Girlfriend?" I cry, "But yesterday... Jacket... History... Priss-illa... Rejection... Aghhh." "Rosalie, have you lost your mind? Me and Prissypoo have been dating since the fifth grade! What's gotten into you, crazy freak." And with that, he grabbed "Prissypoo's" hand and they walked away leaving me mortified. I go to the bathroom and sit in the stall all day, crying of breakup and humiliation. I unwrap the gauze around my arm to see the burn marks from the earlier incident. My arm reduced redness, but the scar in an awkward shape of a letter C. I shake my head and thought of my stupidity, but the thing I thought about the most was Noah's warning last night. And maybe... Just maybe... He was right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now this is getting somewhere What will happen next?