chapter 6: Foxes Forest
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Aaron's Pov
She wasn't in class on Tuesday.
She wasn't in class on Wednesday.
She wasn't in class on Thursday or Friday!
Why wasn't she there?
Why do I even care about Analise?
My mind wondered as I waited in line with Destery, and Macey to go through the metal detectors.
The school forbid messenger bags and backpacks to try to stop the kids from bringing in guns and drugs.
"I told you," Macey lectured. "you shouldn't do drugs." she said, barely above a whisper.
"And you told me not to drink and drive, not to text and drive, not to smoke in public areas, and all that crap. But look at me now. I am no different and haven't gotten in trouble."
"Yet." Macey hissed. "And you have changed. And quite a bit if I might add."
I rolled my eyes.
She took Destery's hand and mumbled,
"Come on, Des. I don't want to be here when he gets caught."
"Chill..." I smirked. "I smuggled it all to my locker, before they added the detectors."
Macey frowned as we went through the detectors.
We waited for Macey as a secutity guard went threw her purse and gave it back.
Destery opened the doors for Macey and have me a displeased look.
A few hours later, we all meet up in the cafeteria.
I picked at the strange lump on my plate, to afraid to get some kind of disease from it.
I leaned over to Macey and asked,
"What happened to Analise? Did she change schools?"
She looked at me with a coy smile.
"Well, she moved different classes, so I have heard. Standard Plus math wasn't good enough for her, I suppose. Now she's in all honors. But don't worry I heard that she wasn't that good in social studies and that she will be changing back,
so you'll still see her every so often. The halls are imposible, since people act like wild animals out there."
I smiled gratefully and went back to poking my lunch.
Great! I get to see her in Mrs.Davis's class!
I felt a hand on my back.
"Meet me in the hall in front of Mrs. Williams room in five minutes." and alluring voice whispered in my ear, making the hairs on my neck rise.
I turned around an no one was there.
"Excuse me." I said, to the group who didn't seem to notice me leaving.
I threw out my lunch and walked out into the hallways.
Leaning on the lockers, Brooklyn had a sly smile on her face.
"Hello, beautiful..." I smiled back.
As I walked up to her, her long nails grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me toward her.
She inhaled heavily as I crushed my lips on hers.
She lead me backward without out lips losing contact.
I realized that we where in the empty girls bathroom.
I pushed the doors of one of the stalls open.
We moved back, her fingers fumbling on the zipper of my jeans.
My fingers at the hem of her skirt
The moment was gone as soon as it came.
"Huh?"
I caught a sight of long blond hair.
I pushed Brooklyn off of me and pulled up my zipper.
I ran out of the girls bathroom and down the hall.
Outside, I saw Analise, her long blond hair flowing behind her as she ran down the hall, without looking back.
~Tuesday~
"I screwed up, didn't I?" I muttered to Macey in third period.
"For the tenth time today," Macey sighed "yeah. Pretty much."
I sighed.
"Mister Fox! Are you finished?" Mrs. Todd asked.
"Not really, but you go ahead." she gave me a stern look, and continued on with her lecture on how important turning in you homework is.
"Why do you care about Analise?" she mumbled bitterly.
"I don't know...shes just...just, I don't know, something else." I explained.
She looked at me from the corner of her eye.
"Come on, I gotta tell you something." she gathered her stuff as the bell rang.
"Oh, I gotta get to class. Mrs. Davis is pretty strict..."
she grabbed my arm and lead me outside.
"B.S." she said.
She pulled me against the roaring crowd of the hallway.
Next thing I knew, we were sitting on the floor of the janitors room.
"Look, man, Analise is a model..."
"No way..." I exclaimed.
"Oh, shut up! Yes, really. And to be frank, I don't think that she's the goody-goody girl she seems to be."
"You don't even know her!"
"Well nether do you!"
"But I plan on getting to know her!"
"I really don't think you should get involved with her. I don't think-"
"And to be frank, I don't care!"
I stormed out of the closet and went to Mrs.Davis's class
Once I got to Mrs. Davis's room, I sat down next to Justin.
He pulled out to pieces of paper and waved them in my face.
"Hey I got us tickets to the Eminem concert."
"No way, bro!" I punched his knuckles.
"How! Those tickets have been sold out for weeks!"
He raised his eyebrows.
Oh yeah...
His brother dropped out of college and is now a drug dealer, and so he also gets concert tickets real cheap.
I felt my heart start pumping a little faster.
I turned my head to find the most beautiful girl in school walk in.
Her wavey hair flowed behind her.
She wore a purple and red striped long sleeve V-neck with dark blue jeans and flats.
She walked in with her books in her hand and a spring in her step.
"Hey, chika!" her friend, Olivia called out.
She exposed her pearly white teeth in a smile and sat down next to her.
She took a quick glance at me and turned back without a second taught.
~Later that Night~
We pulled into Carters lake house.
Carter is one of those Barbie Dolls who is in Brooklyns group.
Every year she throws a party when her parents take a trip to Italy and leave her and her sister, Ashten, the house.
So every September, she throws a back-to-school costume party.
Of course, the guys never dress up, but the girls seem to love to.
I jumped out of my truck and walk up the driveway. I realize that something is missing.
Or someone...
I turn around and yell.
"What? You need me to open the door for you?"
Finally, Justin gets out of the car.
"What was that all about?" I punch his arm.
"Nothin' man! Just couldn't open the door." he replies.
"Oh, well sorry, ma'am!"
"Shut up, moron." he grumbled as we go threw the door.
Inside, loud music fills my ears, melting my brain into jelly.
"If I could write you a song,
and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm."
Across the room, I notice Analise.
She sitting by herself in the corner, drinking from a plastic cup.
She's wearing a red dress that ends at her knees.
All over there are little rips in her dress with orange around them, giving the effect of fire.
"I used to pull all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
but you probably won't,
you think you're cooler than me."
Out of nowhere, her friend Olivia drags Analise out of her seat. She places her cup on the table and goes to the middle of the room. I watch as she dances in the crowd, her hips shaking and her hands in the air.
"you got designer shades,
just to hide your face and
you wear them around like
you're cooler than me."
I notice out of the corner of my eye, a guy drops something in her cup.
"and you never say hey,
or remember my name.
its probably cuz,
you think you're cooler than me."
She walked back and took a big gulp from her cup.
I ran up to her and bumped the plastic cup onto the floor.
"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry..." I picked up the cup and threw it in the trash can.
"you got your hot crowd,
shoes on your feet,
and you wear them around,
like they ain't shit."
She giggled at me.
"Hey, you look really pretty." I mumbled.
She giggled again.
Shit! Some dude drugged her!
She extended her hand out to me.
"Hey. I'm Analise Spencer." I took her hand in mine.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Aaron Fox." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.
"but you don't know,
the way that you look,
when your steps
make
that
much
noise."
"OMG! Your Ambers brother!" she said.
"Yeah, um..."
"Iloveher, doyouthinkthatIcould..."
her words started slurring, bad.
"Yeah, it would be cool if you came over and met her. I'm sure she would like to meet you too."
"see I got you,
all figured out,
you need everyone's eyes just to feel seen.
girl, your so vain,
you probably think that this song is about you.
don't you? don't you?"
KABOOM!
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the chocolate fountain that was on that table fell on a girl, covering her dress in brown gooey hot chocolate. She looked over to a Carter in her angel outfit.
Meanwhile, Carter had no idea what she had done. When the music turned off, everyone turned to see what was going on. The girl looked around, then got up.
Pushing the chocolate fountain off of her, she grabbed a small piece of bread and soaked in the chocolate from the other fountain. Taking aim, she flicked it toward Carter. It landed squarely at the small of Carter's back, and dropped, leaving a small brown stain. Carter screamed when she felt the heat on her back. She slowly turned around, but as soon as she turned, she was completely covered in more chocolate. Her dress white dress was completly stained, and so was her arms and face
Carter lunged for the table and all of a sudden they began pelting eachother with fruit.
Everyone broke out in laughter. The girl grabs the punch bowl and pours it on Carters head, drenching her and her dress. Carter picks up a water pitcher and drops it on the poor girl.
The chocolate on it becomes runny, and the girl start shivering. I heard the clicking of phones and saw the flashing of camera's on cell phones.
She grabs the whole table and shoves it into Carter. She falls, but quickly gets up. More chocolate, bread, fruit, cookie crumbs, and liquid comes at the girl. Carters sister comes running down the stairs. She is short and skinny, with dark hair just like Carter's hair.
She has jade colored eyes, and is wearing a pair of jeans, and a tank top. Ashten.
She comes to the girl and Carter, ignoring the fact that she is getting splattered with food. The girl notices her and stops, the girls face filled with complete horror. She goes first to Carter. When Carter sees her, she stops. Ashten glares at them.
Carter and and the girl, and just about everyone else in the room watch as she goes over to the DJ. She picks up the mike, and speaking clearly, says "Alright. I want everyone out in six minutes. Go." She puts the mike down, then everyone storms for the door. She goes to Carter and the girl and starts yelling.
In the corner of my eye, I see another girl running down the stairs.
But she's not a girl, shes a woman.
Her brown hair swooshes behind her.
Around her neck is a red scarf floating behind her.
I squint at the scarf, noticing something familiar about it.
I feel the lightbulb go off in my head.
Sh*t! Its Amber! She can't see me here...wait. What is SHE doing here?
Analise is giggling like mad at the scene infront of her.
I can tell that shes drugged,
doesn't she know to never put your cup down?
I take her hand and lead her out the door.
I run to my truck, Analise still giggling.
I see Justin already in the drivers seat.
"I was just about to leave without you." he says.
"In my car? Are you crazy?"
I open the passangers door and sit down.
"WheredoIsit?" Analise slurs.
I pull her up,
"On my lap." I explain.
She frowns but gets in anyway.
Her friends left without her, so what other choice does she have?
I wrap my arms around her waist. Her hair smells like strawberry shampoo.
I tell Justin about Amber being there.
"I think I heard that Amber was friends with Ashten." I told him.
"What will she do to you, if she saw you?"
"Just about kill me! I told her I was at home, doing homework."
"You haven't done your homework since the fifth grade!" Justin laughed.
"Thats not the point." I said.
"She actually seemed pleased. She was saying how proud she is that I am 'stepping up' and being 'responsible'."
"Hehe I want milkshake." Analise giggled in her drugged state.
"Ow man!" Justin groaned. "What are we gonna do with her?"
"Uh, take her home...duh!" I exclamed. "What did you thing we where gonna do with her?"
He looked at me with a sheepish smile on his face.
"You know what? I don't even want to know."
I put my chin on her shoulder.
"Where do you live, babe."
She giggled.
"I ain't tellin' you!"
I wiggled my leg, making her hop up and down.
"Come on, we gotta take you home."
"No! I'm having to much fun."
"Analise we are definatly not having fun, we just got kicked out of a party and your parents are gonna yell at you..."
All of a sudden, she turned around and put her hand on my cheek. She pulled me up close to her face and kissed me.
I felt a sudden jolt inside me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and made the kiss deeper.
She tasted like alchohol. I never wanted to stop, I wanted to stay with her in my arms forever.
But of course, she pulled away.
"Are we having fun now?" she twisted herself back.
"Um well..."
"Oh you guys are gross, will you tell us where to take you now?" Justin moaned.
"16714 hugh torrence parkway." she giggled.
He turned the car and drove down the freeway.
"Aaron, I don't feel good." she moaned.
"Babe, just don't throw up in my car."
"No, no. Just hold me."
I wrapped my arms around her and hummed a song in her ear.
"You'll be okay." I murmered, you've just been ruffied."
We ended up in a rich neighborhood, infront of a huge red brick house.
I took Analise in my arms, for she had fallen asleep ten minutes ago.
I clicked the doorbell with my forehead and waited for someone to open the door.
"Its twelve o'clock in the morning, you better have a good..." I heard a high pitched vioce yell.
When the door opened, I saw a woman with bleach blonde hair in the doorway.
"Oh my! Norm! Norm!"
A man came down and took Analise in his arms and carried her upstairs.
"Excuse me ma'am but-" she inturrupted.
"Who do you think you are? Bringing in my child in the middle of the night."
"I believe I am Martin Fox's son, ma'am." I explained.
"Oh, well I love him! Then do tell me why you are here?"
~Analise's POV~
I rolled over in my warm bed, I felt the suns rays set over my face.
I layed with my arms and legs sticking out of the covers.
"Ugh." I heard myself say. I could feel a headache start to pound in my head, begining to ruin my sunny morning.
"Good morning, honey. How are you feeling?"
I opened my eyes with a start.
"Mom?"
"Yes, honey. Are feeling all right?"
I sat up. I realized that I was in my Victorias Secret purple silk pajamas.
"Um, yeah. Why." I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"Don't you remember last night?"
"What are you talking about?" I yawned.
Oh man...
Memories of last night filled my thoughts.
"A young man came and dropped you off, a sweet gentleman he is. And his father is Martin Fox! Can you believe that Martin Fox's son goes to La Brea?"
I looked at my mother.
I can't believe I'm going to La Brea...
My mother smiled at me innocently.
Her hair was tucked up in a bun, just like it was every morning and a fluffy pink robe was wrapped around her skinny body. She was always a perfectionist. She had sharp features, a perfect nose, freckles on her cheeks, deep blue eyes, and deep cheek bones. I got my honey colored hair from my father, my freckles from my mother and her blue eyes.
My mom is a "super" model. Before she married my father she was Irene Chandler, the famous Victoria Secret model. But when she was pregnant with me, they fired her, of course. And for seven years, she became a stay at home mom for me and my thirteen year old sister.
Now, at 46, shes is Irene Spencer, a model for Aveeno, Ann Taylor(including Loft), Express, and even Bath and Body Works. Since I was four, she pushed me to follow in her footsteps and to model.
So at four, I began modeling for Gap Kids. When I turned fifteen, I started modeling again, but this time for
American Eagle. Since then, I have modeled for Forever 21, Abercrombie and Fitch, and also Aveeno.
But that was never the path I wanted to take.
I have wanted to take my fathers path.
Normen Spencer is a lawyer. I loooove love love math. I don't exactly want to be a laywer, no way, to stressful.
I want to be an acountant! Don't you love the sound of that? No? Well too bad. I do.
Acountant.
Acountant.
Acountant.
Mhmmm such a lovely word.
I sighed.
"What exactly did he tell you?" I asked.
"Well, he said that you were at a small party. And about that-you said that you were going to be at the library...
but we'll talk about that later. He said that a fight broke out and that your friends left you to 'fend for yourself, so he offered to take you home and you accepted. You must have been really tired from school, and you just fell asleep. And thats it...why, is he lying?" she glared at me.
"No! No, of course not." I smiled.
"Good, then come down for breakfast. You can invite someone over, your sister it out at a sleepover."
I laughed.
"Who would invite Annabell to a sleepover?"
"Stop it, honey. Would you appreciate it if she made fun of you behind her back?"
"She does!"
"Shhhh! Your father is still asleep."
*sigh*
I looked out the window, the sunlight still streaming through the glass.
I was drugged.
Who would drug me?
And Aaron knocked the cup out of my hands.
Which ruined my new shoes.
And he thought that I looked pretty.
Of course, I am a model. Aren't I?
And he saved me when my friends left me, to be there when the police come.
Like they do every year.
And I sat on his lap!
And he saved me from my parents.
AND
I kissed him.
And he kissed me back.
Oh God, we kissed!
Hes a good kisser...
~Amber's POV~
"Now, honey, don't you be gettin' all up in my face! Uh huh. Nope. I will cut you, I will cut you..."
I laughed as I sat in the Starbucks at The Grove.
I watched as a woman that worked at Starbucks start yelling at a customer for asking for some sugar in her Latte.
"You didn't say that you wanted sugar. You should have asked. Now don't be racist, don't be racist."
Most of the people inside had exploded in laughter five minutes ago, when this whole thing started.
Becca thought that she could always get away with being late.
I decided to get up and wait for her outside the Farmers Market.
I sat on a bench with my arms across my chest until I saw a black limo pull up.
I man in a Hugo Boss suit stepped out of the drivers seat and walked up to the left side of the limo and opened the door.
A purple high heel stepped on the cement. He took her hand and she stepped out of the limo.
Still holding her hand, he closed the door and leaned in front of her and kissed her hand.
She smiled and said,
"Chou, darling."
He nodded and got in the limo and drove away.
The woman walked toward me.
She wore a pair of jeans and a orange sleevless top covered by a purple bleached fur coat. Her curly, flaming red hair flowed behind her as she removed her white Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, exposing her big, hazil eyes.
"Hello, gorgeous! How are you!" she kissed both of my cheeks.
"Becca! Your so late! What was so important that you missed coffe with your best friend?"
"Amber, its called 'fashionably" late." she rolled her eyes.
"And seriously, its not that cold. Its only 52 degree's out!" I pointed to her jacket.
"Honey, when do we ever need to wear a fur coats in Los Angeles, other than looks?"
We walked back to Starbucks together.
"What was that with Stephen?" I asked, while we ordered coffee.
"Nothing." she giggled.
"Come on, when are gonna admit your undying love to him?"
"Shut up!" she giggled. "He's a limo driver, how could that be remotly possible?"
"Well... he's a hot limo driver."
"Yeah, what more could you want in a man?" she said sarcastically.
"Come on, how could you not feel the romance there? You just shared a beautiful moment when he kissed you hand?"
"A limo driver..."
"Becca!" I growled. "And he has the most amazing blonde hair!"
"Jeez, Amber! Will you get off my case!" she yelled back.
We drank our coffee in silence.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she hissed.
"Like what? I was just day-dreaming!"
"Your making kissy faces." she leaned
"Wait!" she smiled, mischeviously. "Is this about your little 'gentleman'?" she giggled, leaning back in. "What happened?"
"Nothing..."
"Don't lie, don't lie. Are you inturupting me?" the Starbucks waitress yelled.
"Yeah, Amber-don't lie..." Becca whispered.
I stomped on her foot from under the table.
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?"
"I'll tell you if she shut up!"
"Eek!" she jumped up and down in her seat.
"Hush!"
"So this is what happened...
