Chapter one
It was the start of the new school year in 2005. Highschoolers shuffled around to find their new classes in their school, Midvale High. It was a typical school, with typical teenagers. It were the freshman that were having a hard time adjusting from junior high, to the huge high school.
Christian Parker was a senior. He was tall and had dark black hair. He was somewhat muscular and always had a smile. He was the kind of guy all the girls would want to be around. Christian was always willing to help out other people, and enjoyed his friends, girlfriends and school.
He had recently broken up with his last girlfriend, Mary Schneider, because he had seen her groping at Nick Angelo. What kind of a girlfriend are you, Mary? Christian thought when he had seen the incident.
Mary had never forgiven herself. She had loved Christian more than anything in the world. But Christian would never accept her again! She felt horrible. She always had an eye on him, but he was always hanging around those stupid girls.
Christian knew about Mary’s spying. He felt uncomfortable around her now. He avoided her eye and just walked away.
A week after the new school year had began, a new girl began to come to Midvale High. She had long, blonde hair, and her wide blue eyes gazed around at her new environment. She too was a senior, and happened to be in none of Christian’s classes.
Christian noticed her attractiveness in her actions. She was smart, kind, and always willing to help, similar to Christian. Maybe, just maybe, she could be for me. I mean, look at her, she’s smart, beautiful, and I bet she is an awesome kisser. Christian thought as he gazed thoughtfully at her.
It wasn’t later until Christian found out her name. It was during lunch, right after Christian and his friend, Kevin, had finished eating. Popular girls surrounded the new girl, you know, the preppy ones.
Christian asked Kevin, “Hey, do you know that girl over there? Do you see her? She’s right over—there! There! Do you see here?”
Kevin nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “Her name is Christy-Ann Turner. She always had lived around L.A., but, I guess we just have never seen her.”
Christy-Ann… that’s a beautiful name. Christian smiled. He slowly began to stride over to her and her group of girls. The group eyed Christian. He usually never talked to preppies. Christy-Ann carefully watched him come closer to her. He smiled and just before he could say anything, he tripped.
“Ughf!” He said, as he fell to the ground. Instantaneously he blushed a deep scarlet. He couldn’t talk to them now, now that he was covered in chocolate milk and food waste.
He sighed and slowly picked himself up. The girls were giggling hilariously. “Yeah, yeah, very funny…” Christian said as he wiped his clothes off. He looked at Christy-Ann. She had a look of disgust upon her face.
Christian sighed. His right thigh hurt; he had landed right on it. Christy-Ann’s expression suddenly changed. It took on a look of love, or emotion. Christian softened his facial expression. She already is in love with me! You know, they were right, one look can change everything!
“Hey Christy-Ann! Whazzup?” said a voice right behind Christian. He spun around to find John Summers standing behind him.
John was a football jock. He was tall, dark and muscular. John flexed as he approached the group of giggling girls. John was obviously trying to go out with Christy-Ann, just by his looks. He took long strides, showing off his bulging muscles.
Christian showed a certain dislike for John Summers. It was always the big, muscular guys getting the girls. They also have tons of money, to spend on fancy sport cars.
Christian was right, because John’s next sentence was: “Hey Christy-Ann, would you like to go out tonight? My parents gave me their old Viper, and I would like to take it with a spin. With you."
Christy-Ann blushed. It was the first week of school and she was already being asked out!
“Uh, well, um… when?”
“Tonight, around seven o’clock.” Was John’s reply.
Christy-Ann looked back at her friends. They were all smiling with nods of encouragement. “Uh, yeah, John, I think that that would be really nice.” Christy-Ann muttered, blushing.
John took a sigh of relief. “Good! I have already bought the movie tickets!”
John walked up to Christy-Ann and kissed her, just quickly, on the cheek. She pulled back, and looked at the ground, twisting her feet.
Christian felt really dumb, just staring at John and Christy-Ann, so he went back to Kevin, who had his mouth ajar. “John is such an idiot. You know that, right?” Christian said. He did not get a reply back, and did not expect to receive one.
After school that day, Christian was standing outside of the high school, talking to one of the girls that usually hung around him. Mary was watching from the side.
When the girl had to leave, Christian stood there alone, thinking. He could see Mary, standing just behind the pillar in front of him. Why does Mary do this? What good will it do?
Christian was frowning when someone lightly tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw Christy-Ann standing beside him. He gasped.
“Christy-Ann! Hello!” Christian spat out, not knowing what to say.
She nodded and told Christian, “I am so sorry the way I acted at lunch. I mean, it wasn’t funny that you fell in front of me. I was only laughing because of peer pressure. I'm sorry."
Christian gaped. “Yeah, uh, well, it's alright, I guess… hehe,” Christian looked at a milk stain on his black tee shirt.
“And, I kind of know the reason that you came up to talk to me,” she continued, “You wanted to ask me out, huh?”
“Uh, well, not really…” Christian blushed. Why do I blush when I talk to Christy-Ann? It’s really annoying!
“Really? Then what for?” Christy-Ann questioned.
Think, Christian, think!
Christy-Ann peered at him.
“I wanted… to get to… know you!” Christian stated as he nodded intently.
“Oh,” Christy-Ann said as she looked at her shoes.
“So… where did you come from?” Christian asked.
“I’m from here.”
“Really? What school? I mean, before here.”
“I was home schooled. I was in a privet elementary school, until… um… until my twin… died.”
Christian’s face must have looked shocked, because she started into a story.
“You see, well, I had a twin brother. I was about six years old the night he was… murdered.”
“Murdered?” Christian muttered shockingly.
She slowly nodded.
“Yes, um… Samuel Turner was murdered on October 13, 1995. It was devastating me, and my parents, who are divorced right now.” She muttered. Slowly, a clear tear dropped down her cheek.
She started to stutter, and then Christian realized that she was crying.
He felt a lump in his throat. He had made her cry. Curse me.
“I’m sorry Christian, it’s just that I never talk about my brother. It’s been… so long.” She slowly muttered.
“No, it’s my fault,” Christian murmured, “I was the one that brought this up.”
She shook her head, and put her soft, clammy hands on his chest. “No, Christian, you’re fine… I needed to talk with someone.”
Suddenly a car honked and both of them looked out into the road.
John Summers was in a red Viper convertible. He made the engine roar. “Hey, hot stuff! C’mon! Let’s go for a ride!”
Christy-Ann looked at John, and then Christian. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go…” Her hand lifted off Christian’s chest.
“It’s fine… go… have fun.” Christian replied. They both stared at each other’s eyes. She is so beautiful.
Then Christy-Ann waved at him and walked away. She opened the Viper door, and slid into the seat. John tried to kiss her but she turned away again to wave at Christian.
The car took off.
