Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love
Chapter Three: Discovery
The final bell of this hellish day sounded and I threw my books into my bag, making a subtle dash for the door. I made it to my locker and threw it open.
‘Excited aren’t we?’ she smirked.
Yeah… I smiled.
I got all the books I’d need for the weekend and shut it. I stopped on the right side of the hall to think for a second, the grin on my face widening at the idea of actually having a friend.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” Tinsley asked, openly glaring at me.
My happy mood quickly dissipated and I looked down at my feet.
“Oh that’s right, you’re a mute. Guess I was as dumb as you for a moment for expecting an actual answer,” she smirked.
It wasn’t till I heard someone clear their throat that I looked up and noticed Tony by her side. His arm hung loosely over her shoulder and one leg was casually crossed over the other. His attention, however, was on something off to the side- he showed no interest in his girlfriend’s troublesome affairs.
‘Bastard,’ inner snarled.
“So are you going to move out of the way or am I going to have to force you?”
I was frozen, too scared and- for lack of a better term- socially awkward. Human interaction was an uncharted land to me. I didn’t know whether to be a bitch or just get out of her way. I was over thinking what the appropriate response may be.
“Oh god, don’t tell me your hearing is impaired too!” Tinsley laughed, her perfectly white teeth gleaming and her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. How could she say something so cruel but look so…pretty? It was a true and honest turn off.
My breath caught in my throat, what do I do?
I…I’m scared. What do I do?
‘You’re not going to like my answer.’
I’m desperate…
‘Kill her, burn the corpse and flush the ashes’ she said with a serious tone.
Oh c’mon!
‘I told you that you wouldn’t li-’
I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and someone’s presence by my side. I slightly jumped but relaxed when I heard his voice.
“Hey Nix, ready to go?” Vic asked with a large grin.
I gave him an excited smile in return tried not to think about the arm wrapped around my hips.
Vic then acknowledged Tinsley and Tony standing in front of me. Tinsley looked annoyed and curious. Tony however, had that look of hidden anger in his eyes again. His eyes were moving between Vic and I but he was good at not making it obvious.
“A-Am I interrupting something?” He asked me, concerned he may have ruined something. I leaned closer into him and touched his face slightly to comfort him a bit and shook my head no. He blushed and looked away.
Tony cleared his throat with annoyance and I quickly retracted my hand, but his attention seemed to be on something distant.
Was he faking indifference?
‘Double Bastard,’ inner grumbled.
“Actually, I was just telling Miss. Mute to move so I can get to my locker.”
Vic seemed to tense before responding, “She’s not a mute.” His grip on my waist tightened and I noticed Tony’s eyes flick to his protective arm.
‘What the hell is this? A soap opera? Can we just go to Mr. Hottie’s house?’ inner whined.
“What the fuck ever. Just move,” Tinsley groaned, crossing her arms.
Vic moved enough to the side for Tinsley to get through. Tinsley went to her locker and Tony leaned against the one next to it with one leg propped against it and his arms crossed. Vic turned to me.
“Ready to go to my house?” Vic asked with obvious excitement. I saw Tony tense from my peripheral vision but ignored it, not thinking much of it.
I nodded my head like an eager five year old and he chuckled.
“Let’s go!” Vic laughed, grabbing my hand and jogging to the main exit doors.
We were walking to his house and with each step I became more nervous.
Why am I so scared?
‘Because you know that if you fuck this up you’re back to being alone,’ inner deadpanned
without hesitance or compassion.
I wanted to ask who else he invited but decided my curiosity wasn’t great enough to break years worth of silence; I’d find out soon anyway.
“Here we are! Mi casa,” Vic announced, his arms raised dramatically.
I smiled and followed him up the porch. Vic went to knock but the door swung open, revealing a tall and lanky guy that looked a bit like Vic. His lip was pierced and I could see a few tattoos.
“And who’s the gorgeous girl Vicky?” the tatted stranger asked with a wink.
“She’s a f-friend,” Vic mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
“A friend? Hmm…So you wouldn’t mind if I-”
Vic’s grip on my hand tightened slightly and he growled at the guy I still didn’t know the name of.
“Cool your jets! I was just kidding!” he laughed. Vic didn’t seem amused and pushed past the guy. We walked down the mini-hallway that you immediately step into once you enter the house. A large and elaborately decorated living on my right and kitchen a bit off from the middle, more on the right side than the left. A beautiful dining room was to the right of the house and a pine stair case was just beyond the living room. The house was overall tidy but you could tell a few people lived her, it was a very family/home-y vibe to it; it was really quite welcoming. We plopped on the couch and Vic turned on the TV.
“Is Vic here yet?!” an all too familiar voice shouted.
I looked up and saw Jaime come barreling out the kitchen with a chicken wing in his mouth and a plate in hand, his eyes landing on me. He put the half-eaten wing on the plate and put the plate on a nearby table.
“Nix!” he shouted with child-like excitement. Vic released my hand and I braced for either a bone crushing hug or a deadly noogie.
He plopped on my lap and kissed my cheek, “Missed you babe! Sorry I wasn’t at lunch…”
“You uh…You guys know each other?” Vic laughed nervously, taking a long sip from the water-bottle on the table.
Jaime turned to him with a sincere and proud smile, “Yeah, I’m her boyfriend.”
‘Excited aren’t we?’ she smirked.
Yeah… I smiled.
I got all the books I’d need for the weekend and shut it. I stopped on the right side of the hall to think for a second, the grin on my face widening at the idea of actually having a friend.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” Tinsley asked, openly glaring at me.
My happy mood quickly dissipated and I looked down at my feet.
“Oh that’s right, you’re a mute. Guess I was as dumb as you for a moment for expecting an actual answer,” she smirked.
It wasn’t till I heard someone clear their throat that I looked up and noticed Tony by her side. His arm hung loosely over her shoulder and one leg was casually crossed over the other. His attention, however, was on something off to the side- he showed no interest in his girlfriend’s troublesome affairs.
‘Bastard,’ inner snarled.
“So are you going to move out of the way or am I going to have to force you?”
I was frozen, too scared and- for lack of a better term- socially awkward. Human interaction was an uncharted land to me. I didn’t know whether to be a bitch or just get out of her way. I was over thinking what the appropriate response may be.
“Oh god, don’t tell me your hearing is impaired too!” Tinsley laughed, her perfectly white teeth gleaming and her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. How could she say something so cruel but look so…pretty? It was a true and honest turn off.
My breath caught in my throat, what do I do?
I…I’m scared. What do I do?
‘You’re not going to like my answer.’
I’m desperate…
‘Kill her, burn the corpse and flush the ashes’ she said with a serious tone.
Oh c’mon!
‘I told you that you wouldn’t li-’
I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and someone’s presence by my side. I slightly jumped but relaxed when I heard his voice.
“Hey Nix, ready to go?” Vic asked with a large grin.
I gave him an excited smile in return tried not to think about the arm wrapped around my hips.
Vic then acknowledged Tinsley and Tony standing in front of me. Tinsley looked annoyed and curious. Tony however, had that look of hidden anger in his eyes again. His eyes were moving between Vic and I but he was good at not making it obvious.
“A-Am I interrupting something?” He asked me, concerned he may have ruined something. I leaned closer into him and touched his face slightly to comfort him a bit and shook my head no. He blushed and looked away.
Tony cleared his throat with annoyance and I quickly retracted my hand, but his attention seemed to be on something distant.
Was he faking indifference?
‘Double Bastard,’ inner grumbled.
“Actually, I was just telling Miss. Mute to move so I can get to my locker.”
Vic seemed to tense before responding, “She’s not a mute.” His grip on my waist tightened and I noticed Tony’s eyes flick to his protective arm.
‘What the hell is this? A soap opera? Can we just go to Mr. Hottie’s house?’ inner whined.
“What the fuck ever. Just move,” Tinsley groaned, crossing her arms.
Vic moved enough to the side for Tinsley to get through. Tinsley went to her locker and Tony leaned against the one next to it with one leg propped against it and his arms crossed. Vic turned to me.
“Ready to go to my house?” Vic asked with obvious excitement. I saw Tony tense from my peripheral vision but ignored it, not thinking much of it.
I nodded my head like an eager five year old and he chuckled.
“Let’s go!” Vic laughed, grabbing my hand and jogging to the main exit doors.
We were walking to his house and with each step I became more nervous.
Why am I so scared?
‘Because you know that if you fuck this up you’re back to being alone,’ inner deadpanned
without hesitance or compassion.
I wanted to ask who else he invited but decided my curiosity wasn’t great enough to break years worth of silence; I’d find out soon anyway.
“Here we are! Mi casa,” Vic announced, his arms raised dramatically.
I smiled and followed him up the porch. Vic went to knock but the door swung open, revealing a tall and lanky guy that looked a bit like Vic. His lip was pierced and I could see a few tattoos.
“And who’s the gorgeous girl Vicky?” the tatted stranger asked with a wink.
“She’s a f-friend,” Vic mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
“A friend? Hmm…So you wouldn’t mind if I-”
Vic’s grip on my hand tightened slightly and he growled at the guy I still didn’t know the name of.
“Cool your jets! I was just kidding!” he laughed. Vic didn’t seem amused and pushed past the guy. We walked down the mini-hallway that you immediately step into once you enter the house. A large and elaborately decorated living on my right and kitchen a bit off from the middle, more on the right side than the left. A beautiful dining room was to the right of the house and a pine stair case was just beyond the living room. The house was overall tidy but you could tell a few people lived her, it was a very family/home-y vibe to it; it was really quite welcoming. We plopped on the couch and Vic turned on the TV.
“Is Vic here yet?!” an all too familiar voice shouted.
I looked up and saw Jaime come barreling out the kitchen with a chicken wing in his mouth and a plate in hand, his eyes landing on me. He put the half-eaten wing on the plate and put the plate on a nearby table.
“Nix!” he shouted with child-like excitement. Vic released my hand and I braced for either a bone crushing hug or a deadly noogie.
He plopped on my lap and kissed my cheek, “Missed you babe! Sorry I wasn’t at lunch…”
“You uh…You guys know each other?” Vic laughed nervously, taking a long sip from the water-bottle on the table.
Jaime turned to him with a sincere and proud smile, “Yeah, I’m her boyfriend.”
Notes
Vic: Damn you....Me: Whaaaat? .-.
Vic: I wanna know what happens!
Me: Well then tell the readers what they need to do to get another chappy! :D
Vic: Guys...PLEASE get the comments to a total of 11,vote and subscirbe...please. D;
Today's Topic: Team Vic, Team Tony ORRRR ....Team Jaime?!
Vic: Psh....my team's gonna kick ass.
Me: We'll see! Its up to le readers(;
Hey guys its me, R.W. I broke my laptop (yes the new one I just freaking got) and got it back 2 days ago. I've tried signing in with my google account and its not allowing me to! So I made a new one with my tumblr in hopes of getting some help. Is there anyway I can get my account back? Or transfer my story? I'd be devastated if I lost access to everything.
If I do, have to start over I will rewrite this story. I read through it before I broke my computer and I feel that there is a difference in "skill" when you read chapter 1 vs. chapter 41. It's very cringy actually.SO, IF THERE'S NO SOLUTION, I may just make serious revisions via copy+paste ==> microsoft word, edit and post it on the account I am currently posting this comment with. Thanks for reading through this and I'd appreciate help if you know anything! Comment or message me with tips and suggestions please!
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