Chapter title: Just Her
Water was pouring down on me as I looked up at the dark, gray sky. I wasn't weeping over something miserable and actually, I was quite happy. Oh, now I must say, you must be wondering what the hell I'm doing out on a day like this? Well of course besides the obvious, I broke up with my most obnoxious boyfriend in the whole world! You think I'm sad? Well no, not at all. We only went out for a day but besides that, I am upset with only one thing. I'm stuck in the rain in the middle of a crappy restaurant. Yeah, I broke up on our date, so what?
I sighed in frustration as I waited for my beautiful lovely girl friend, Linda to pick me up from this dreadful place. East Meadow Long Island; New York, could be full of surprises. My assumptions might be corrected if you are smart enough; I live in this little town of course, East Meadow. Now, now, don't think I don't know my sense of direction since I'm trapped here. This is after all, a part of the town that is obviously not famous for its sources.
A beautiful, shiny, silver 2007 BMW (not to mention the model is M5 Sedan), made a nice curve as it easily glided through the rain; a typical Linda thing to do with her nice witty car. Bravo for her, she made it just on time before it was getting dark. She finally pulled over for me to go in. The first thing that happened to me once I opened up the passenger seat door was a towel thrown straight at my face.
"What was that for?" I asked pleasantly unhappy to be greeted like this. I finally climbed in -- in time for her crazy maniac driving to start again.
"Hey now Foxy Roxy, don't be getting my seat wet," her bright smile lit up the night sky.
"Yes, I'll make sure to not destroy your baby," I grunted as I started to dry myself with the towel.
"Roxanna Lynn De Luca, what did you do to the poor boy who asked you out just yesterday?" Linda asked, pitying the poor high school guy.
"I dumped him the instant I stepped into that restaurant," I confirmed myself with happiness for my actions. Linda sighed and looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes.
"What did that little soul do to you, to dump him on his first day?
"Rox, you've gone out with almost all the boys in the whole Emmi High School and yet you still didn't find that 'Perfect One?' You are insane with your beauty. If I was a guy, I would have just went straight to banging you...but of course, you somehow keep up with your virginity. I don't know how you haven't lost it yet, and I'm really surprised you haven't yet," Linda stated matter-of-factly.
I laughed at her statement. What? It made me happy that she would always state this every time she picked me up from a broken date. Ah, how I love Linda for asking me this. She was right though, I haven't lost my virginity and I'm proud of it! Hey, just because I was popular in school with the fellows and the ladies didn't mean I have to be a total slut for a one night stand. I was well aware that every guy wants to do me as Linda said. Of course, this is when tactic comes to hand; I simply break up with the guy when he looks to be...well heated, if that's the appropriate word to put it in. I did have some couple of serious relationships, well...a few if I had to be more specific. Josh, Brock, Ben, and Keith; oh how I loved them so much back then, but now...Psh, I am just their friend or their worst nightmare. Either way, it still upsets me that those four jokers were the ones who broke up with me; losers.
"Ugh," oops, there goes the effect on overdosing on pills. Whoa, I didn't overdose myself on purpose! I simply didn't feel well and thought that a few more Tylenols can help out, but my stupidity was on target and I took too much. Freaking period cramps and headaches -- stupid stupidity!
"Are you alright?" Linda asked me as we rounded down a familiar neighborhood.
"Yeah I'm fine, just menstruating if you know what I mean," I managed to choke out before a shot of pain hit my head.
"You are having your time of the month, and you are wearing that. You are seriously crazy," Linda stated while looking at my attire. Yup, that's right; I was wearing a white dress that I got from American Eagle not too long ago and nice black polka dots flats. You could say I'm crazy but I think I'm much more.
"I'm not crazy, I'm insane," I laughed hysterically but regretted the moment I left the "ha" slip out of my lips, pain.in.my.head.HURTS!
The car finally pulled over to my driveway. I was glad that this night will finally be over.
"Hey Rox, the 'For Sale' sign is gone, someone just bought it," Linda pointed at the house right next to mine. It was quite a sad story that was behind the selling of it; well not sad enough for me to burst into tears. A nice elderly couple used to live there, until the old man gone insane and went on a killing spree. He shot his wife, his children, which were of course around the ages of forty, and his little pesky grandchildren. Now, he did it from the top of something -- no one was really sure what, but he killed himself afterwards.
I nodded my head appreciating that someone will be living next door to me in a freaking former-murder's home! Well, if there is another massacre then by all means, I claim this house to be cursed!
Linda only laughed at me until she saw another car parked out on the driveway.
"Holy cows of Satan, Roxanna...but I think Beautiful Boutique Lady is babysitting your younger sister today," Linda had a hint of pity in her voice.
Ah, Mrs. Beautiful Boutique Lady, how I loved her. Of course that wasn't her name! But she was always full of flowers. Meaning? She was full of shit! She would criticize anything I do. My little sister, Nancy (whom I hate that name for a little girl), adores her because she can talk about outfits with her for days. My sister was like any normal little girl, she was at her first year of middle school (yay), and she was just a doll. A doll? Ugh, it means that she was tiny for her age, very tiny. I think that runs in the family, since I'm tiny too...for my age.
I bid my farewells with Linda and we both blew each other a kiss; a friend's thing. I went up to my doorway and opened up my purse to take out the house keys. It would usually take seconds, but the lights weren't on. Oh, did I mention that my purse was full of stuff from ages ago? It doesn't really matter, but I'm not an organized person. Finally giving up on my attempt, I started to slam my fist against the door.
"Who is it?" sang a voice that I wished I could never recognize.
"Roxanna," I stated as I leaned closer towards the door. "It's Roxanna De Luca, open up Mrs. Kern...I'm soaking wet out here!" I yelled to heave her some information that I wasn't happy at all.
The door slowly creaked open. Augh! If there was an award for absolute fugly-ness, I'd give the award to Mrs. Kern. She was tall, fat, too big breasted, a mole on the side of her bottom lip, and over accessorizes makeup and jewelry. Her dark brown hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing the most hideous dress that I wouldn't dare to describe. It will make you faint -- in a bad way! I pushed her back and entered into the house. I -- like most people -- quickly made a run for my room; until long finger nails that were painted a light shade of pink and stubby fingers made contact with my delicate skin. Yeah, I called my skin delicate because it is!
"Ah, now what makes you think I'll let you off the hook, Lynn?" Mrs. Kern called me by my middle name. I detest it when people call me Lynn. If they want to call me something, at least call me Roxanna Lynn!
"I don't know, Mrs. Kern. I would probably think that because I made it back home safely and on time," I defended myself as I tried to struggle from her grip; damn was she a strong lady.
You must wonder why my parents hired such a woman. Well, to be on the first top reason; Mrs. Kern is actually twenty years old and friends with my older sister Jamie. A shocker, I know. Other than that, my mother said she was a beautiful madam...until she started to gain the extra pounds and lost all passion in health. My father said that it was because of her husband, I say it was because of her sad damned life. The second reason was that she was an example for my little sister and me. How? You know, Mrs. Kern is twenty years old, and she has a husband. Hint: Husband. Her husband is a gorgeous creature walking on Earth. You wonder how I know; of course I would know! I was at their wedding, and oh my gward (don't like to put god into this mess.) He was, well as I said, gorgeous! I don't know how he ever picked her as to be his bride, but hell; he must be stupid. At least pick a nice looking girl. Then again, this is what my father wants to set an example as. No matter how beautiful or ugly you are, it's the inside that counts. I can never really understand that quote, probably because I consider myself as a dumb blonde.
"You showed up ten minutes after six. I will have to report your actions to your mother and father, and you may be excused now," she said, breaking out of my reverie.
"What? NO!" My parents would kill me if they found out I was out late -- late as in pass six o'clock; parents, they are so ridiculous sometimes.
I decided not to bring Mrs. Kern down with a chokehold, but I did manage to escape her grasp. Damn, I hate this lady so much! I furiously made my way upstairs and into my room. Of course I didn't make it there safely. My sister tripped me with her foot.
"What was that for?" I asked as I slowly got off of the rugged floor.
"For fun," she giggled as she bounced her way back to her room. Little sisters could be a pest too. I decided not to have a daughter if I ever reach to that age of having one. I swear (oops I'm not suppose to swear,) that I will destroy those nice blonde curly locks of my sister's. It made my hair look ugly; youthful hair...always nice and healthy. There I go again, getting off track on how beautiful her hair can be.
I made it back to my room, slowly crawling back to my warm, welcoming queen size bed. I laid there for a while until I decided to change. Having my period during a rainy day usually drives me insane. It was actually because it feels like it's pouring just like the rain...in a disgusting way though. I took a hot shower, and dressed in my smiley faces pajamas. To end a day like this, I'm so glad it was a Saturday.
"Bed, I'm coming for you," I shouted as I made contact with it. I soon drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
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One reason why I hate about mornings is the grumpiness that rotates around my head. The second reason is that it can either be a peaceful morning, or heck of a loud one. Today, I was grumpy and there was a pickup truck or something right next door. Oh how relevant, the mail man decided to throw our mail onto the lawn instead of nicely placing it into the mailbox. You know, I can sue that guy for doing this to us -- here I go again with my grumpiness, I'm freaking PMSing!!
Sunday mornings were never a peaceful time. What happened to family breakfast and dressing nice for Sunday church? I don't even know. Not even knocking, my mother burst into my room. You may think that's a dramatic entrance, but wait till you see her climb into my bedroom through the window. Yup, I have an insane mom -- I think I took after her with this trait.
"Daughter, daughter, daughter," my mom's voice erupted louder and louder as she slowly, dramatically approached me.
"Let me guess, Dad went to work at the hospital earlier than he should. Oh gasp," I stated sarcastically. My mom frowned and took my hand in her smooth ones.
"I just came up with the best idea in Soft Whispers, it is going to be wonderful," my mom stated as she made her arm reach up towards my ceiling; oh my...
Well, to keep my mind off of how crazy my mom could be; she is a novelist. You know the ones that sit in a room for days just typing or writing away with a story; I bet you do. She thought up of another idea and named it Soft Whispers as her title of the book, I recommend you to read this book because I'm her daughter...yeah.
My mother was born in Luciana, an Italian city. She stuck with her maiden name, which is Belladonna De Luca. Does that ring any bells? Yes, I took after my mother's maiden name as well. As the daughter I am, I took after her beautiful appearance, but not the hair color. My sisters and I took after my dad's nice silky blonde locks. My brother however, took after my mom's brown hair. Oh, right; I haven't told you about my brother or Jamie much.
My brother, Aiden went missing just a couple of months ago. You think I'm sad about this? No, I'm not. My brother was a druggy and a 17 year old high school drop out (dropped out of school just this beginning of school this year.) He hated life, and the people in it, and so I gave it right back to him. I hated his attitude towards the family and Aiden just being in the house sickens me. His missing posters are all over the neighborhood but no one cares. My mother and father did have their moments of sadness -- he was their only son after all -- but they soon got over it. Bad things always comes with good things; don't know if that makes sense...but since Aiden just fled with his bare feet, I got to keep his car. He abandoned his baby! How could he!> Well, I have his baby now, and it's a beautiful 2007 Lexus IS 250. I love cars, and I'm sure it's kind of obvious as of now.
Well, my sister, Jamie is a married woman. She is twenty years old. (Makes sense why she is friends with Mrs. Kern.) She has a husband that lives with her in Florida. I didn't quite like her husband since they got married because he got her pregnant (safety of a condom, remember that, don't be like Jamie!) As of Jamie's personality...not that interesting, she's just...there.
My dad was also a weird man. He doesn't make billions off of his job, but it was decent pay. He rarely spent time at home with his family. Did I mention what he was? He was just a local hospital doctor, nothing that big; but he had saved a couple of people from near death -- I'm proud of Daddy.
"The neighbors!" my mother sang to me. I grunted and turn towards the window; neighbors...I hope they are old. "Let's go meet and greet our neighbors!"
Oh jeez, how lame can my mom get with her rhyming...This is just total embarrassment.
I looked over to my clock to see it was flashing 9 A.M. Oh SHIT! I quickly climbed out of the bed and dressed myself with a black T-shirt and jeans. My mother stared at me as I wore those clothes. My fashion senses are usually gone when I have to freaking tutor kids! Yeah, I do tutoring during Sunday mornings at 9. I was supposed to arrive there by now, and look where I am, at home!!! Aw, poor child that is waiting for my arrival. I got out of my room and slumped over my purse that I used yesterday. I ran downstairs and took my car keys that were hanging along with the rest of the family keys. I slipped on my blue flip flops and was out of the house.
My mother went towards the front door, eyeing me as I ran my way towards my baby.
I heard a chuckle across my neighbor's house.
"Don't you like how she's dressing? She is totally horrid looking, cover my eyes," a smooth melody-like voice addressed to someone I assume that was standing next to her. I looked up to see a beautiful redhead girl and a disgrace-to-nature type of guy.
"She looks hideous," he laughed. I looked down to see that I was truly a mess. My hair was still a messy haystack, my tan purse and blue flip flops didnt match my outfit at all, the black T-shirt had a couple of wrinkles here and there, and my jeans...well the jeans were fine.
"Hello new neighbors," I spoke with venom as I saw those two couples eyeing me. Well I didn't know if they were couples, but they sure look to be.
"Hi," the guy greeted back laughing.
I stared back at them in disgust, but soon broke out until I hear my mom screaming at me for being late.
I quickly got into the drivers seat and revved out of my driveway. As I was revving, another car came out of no where and I almost hit it with my car's butt. The driver of that car was screaming and cursing profanity at me. WHAT THE HELL!! MOVE ON WITH LIFE!!!
After what seems to be 15 minutes, he finally finished and drove off. Before I disappeared off to a corner, I heard the two couples burst into laughter. This was NOT my day.
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Tutoring was finally over and I was glad that I didn't get in trouble for not showing up on time. As I got into my car, about to go back home, a familiar tone rang in my purse. "There's A Class for This," by Cute Is What We Aim For, was playing. I took out my phone and set it on speakers.
"Talk to me," I stated as I made my drive back home.
"Oh Roxanna baby!" another one of my beautiful friends yelled on the other line.
"Oh Jessica baby!" I screamed back at her.
"Wanna hang out at your house with the usual?"
The usual, oh how I love them all. Wondering what the usual is? The usual is our usual 'gang' of friends that hang out with me. The usual consist of: Joe, Josh (the loser,) Linda, Jessica, Ann Marie, David, Vanessa, and myself. We were a bundle of joy when we are all together; except that doesn't happen if I'm alone with Josh.
"Of course, let's make a scene!" I laughed as I was close to my neighborhood.
"Okay, we are already there," Jessica stated. I frowned. She should be telling me this before hand, which means they were all waiting for me. I hate it when I make people wait.
I parked my car to see that Jessica's jeep was parked off on the sidewalk. I got out of the car to see that everyone was waiting for me at my doorsteps. The guys were sitting, while the girls stood as I made my grand entrance.
David eyed me up and down, it made me feel so uncomfortable.
"Nice," he stated with a grin. Oh right, I wasn't wearing something totally appealing.
"I'll go and get changed," I stated flatly as I walked towards my steps, almost stepping on Josh...Haha.
"Don't you like her fashion though," Joe, the skater guy of our group asked. You might think that it's weird for a skater guy to hangout with jocks and cheerleader type of girls; well no. It's not surprising at all. Especially for me, like what they were saying earlier...I had nice fashion. I can look like a total popular prep girl, but then punk the next. Hey, don't think that I'm a wannabe. This was how I dressed ever since I learned to be myself on Earth. I also didn't earn my popularity from just being pretty, there is more to it...but I'm sure it would be cleared up later once I go back to school tomorrow.
"What fashion is this, this time? Let me guess, a hippie," Josh laughed as he started eying me.
I turned to look at him and stuck one famous finger up that would prove the world has hate. David started cackling as Josh turned over and muttered a couple of words under his breath.
We all settled ourselves in the living room; the girls on one side and the guys on the other.
"So how are the new neighbors?" Linda asked curiously.
"Total bastards," I hmph and crossed my arms.
"Why?"
"Don't be asking my why! They thought I was a total idiot when I met them this morning. Those couples should learn the word respect," I threw the pillow across the other side of the room, hitting Josh; now he's cursed.
"How old are they?" Ann Marie asked.
Ann Marie was beautiful. She was half African American and half Egyptian. Her accent was thick and pretty. Ann Marie had dark skin but light brown eyes.
"Now that you mention about it...they look around the same age as we are...except for the girl, she looked a little older than all of us," I was starting to get suspicious now.
"Wow young couples, that's gay," Joe stated laughing.
"Was the guy hot?" Jessica invaded.
I never really thought about that. All I remember was my anger calling him a disgrace in a package. His voice was like melody also, that was at least one beautiful trait about him. He had really light brown hair, and his eyes were really light brown also...I don't think I would really consider him as in the beautiful category.
"No, he was ugly," I stated boldly looking out of the living room window.
Vanessa crossed the other side of the room, to the boy side. She slumped herself in the middle of the dudes, and soon closed her eyes.
"What are you doing Vanessa?" Jessica asked as she flipped her brown hair.
Vanessa sat up and the guys looked a little disappointed. She stood up and started to circle the whole living room; a thing that Vanessa always do when she is thinking -- about something stupid.
"Okay, here are some disappointing factors," she finally broke out as she pointed one finger towards the ceiling. "The first one is that, he, being as what Roxanna stated...is ugly. That makes us ladies drenched if we ever get laid by him."
This is what Vanessa was thinking about; oh jeez...Axe me Mr. Axmen.
"-- And why would that make us sad?" David thought about it over and over again. Well duh David, of course it has nothing to do with the guys, and me to be an exception.
"Well it has something to do with you!"
"...That would be?"
"He's just going to be another person wandering aimlessly at school. He's going to join the dope-gang. This is just great; another plus one to ruin human society."
Yup, whenever Vanessa takes center stage, it's always something that's unnecessary.
"Well Vanessa, it gives us, men some points," Josh stated. Every word that comes out of Josh's mouth had to be something sexual. He should just stuff his face in a tuna sandwich; watch, he can turn that sentence into something dirty...Oh my, have I just received 1% of Josh's dirtiness as to actually knowing he would do such a thing...this can't be happening. "Vess, Vessa that just gives us guys a plus one for being able to bed a girl that maybe we couldn't been able to if that guy is hot...and another sore loser is another person we can pick on."
"But what if that guy was a virgin and hot then that's something every girl would like to have a taste of. If he's nerdy, then I wouldn't dare to lay a finger on him," Vanessa protested.
"Vanessa, chill...stop fantasizing," I stated as I stood up as well. "I bet he can't be as bad as I said he was, after all...you all know me as a girl that went out with practically all the guys in the whole Emmi school. So maybe my taste bud is a little off today," I shrugged.
Everyone nodded in agreement, and thank god did that conversation end. Later, I decided to order pizza from a local Angelo's (everyone was getting a little on their hungry beast side.)
Something occurred to me as I remembered a few envelopes around my lawn.
Ugh, I forgot! My mail was still lying outside.
I stepped out of my house and slowly starting to pick up my trashy mail.
"Good angle shot," A familiar voice chuckled. I looked over to see the godlike creature. Wait, whoa, hold on a second. He wasn't that dazzling before, what happened now? There he stood -- my new neighbor that was just staring straight at me.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked harshly. He gave me a slight frown but then slowly crept up a grin.
"I'm Derek, and I assume you are my new neighbor. It's nice to meet you more formally now...is it?"
Oh fudge, it is really him. He looked really different from this morning.
"Your hair was a really light brown and so were your eyes; what happened?"
He gave me a quick startled look that I didn't even know if he really did. He then smiled at me again and rubbed his now, very dark brown hair.
"I dyed it. I have an urge to dye my hair every then and there, and the eyes thing...I have contacts for that," he answered pleasantly.
"Well...uh, nice to meet you. I'll just make my leave back at home. Good bye," I stated boldly as I manage to get close to my front door.
"Wait!"
I turned around halfheartedly to see that he hopped my tan, three feet tall fence.
"What would your name be?" he asked, chuckling again. Did he have the tendency to chuckle a lot? Well, why not have a chuckling contest -- oh, I'm getting out of it again.
"My name is Roxanna, and I'm sure you'll remember that," I stated as I turned my knob to meet my friends that were inside the house waiting for the pizza and myself -- which the pizza man still didn't show up, crap.
Before I closed the door I managed to hear him chuckling again (so annoying), but stated something that sent shivers down my spine.
"Oh, nice to meet you Roxanna because I'm sure we'll see each other everyday. Oh, and by the way...thank you for calling me ugly."
//.Just.A.Lil.Bit.In.Results.\\
I whirled around and opened the door; he was gone (probably back home). He was such a creepy,
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