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Chapter 1: Why me?

Chapter 1: Why me?

We are only two weeks into high school, and I still hate it. Most of the guys are jerks and most of the girls are fake bitches. I know that sounds harsh, but I have a reason. My reason is that girls start rumors about everyone, even though most of them aren’t true. And guys are pigs who are only after one thing. At least they don’t bother me when Alec is around, when Alec isn’t they continue to try. They know what happens if they do. Alec is big and kinda scary. He is very protective of me. That is why I hate that he makes me eat lunch with him, he scares all of the guys away (not that I care, sometime). That is why mom goes after me because he is so big she can’t hurt him, anymore. I am the easier target, because I’m so small. I am 4’ 11", he’s 6’ feet even. Doctors tell me that I’m short because Alec’s umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck and it affected my growth. Anyway, "mom" or April, her real name, is what we call her when she isn’t around. When she would get mad (for no reason) first she would scream. I would go to my room to try and ignore her, but she usually follows me and pushes me into a corner then starts to punch and kick me. Alec would run in and grab her, picking her up (with ease) and throws her on her bed and shuts the door and we’d run out and go to the park really fast. We would stay gone until she went to work at 6. We’d go home, I’d make dinner, eat, clean and I’d sleep in his room that night. That is what usually happened. There was a really bad one when she throw a glass cup at me that hit me in my shoulder, I fell down, started to cry, and she ran over, and started kicking me. There was blood everywhere. My shoulder had a giant gash. I got eighteen stiches. The scar is on the right, it starts at the base of my neck and ends at the beginning of my arm. She told the doctor a glass had dropped when I tried to grab it from the high cabinet. He had a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything. I went home as Alec got home from work and he flipped out and told mom that if she touched me again he would call the cops. Even though he never would because we could get taken away, and most likely split up. She didn’t hit me for another month. Then it started up again, so Alec made me get a job with him at Dick’s Sporting Goods. He is really good friends with the owner and Alec told him our situation. So Ben, the owner, gave me a job with the exact same hours as Alec, and he promised not to tell anyone. Alec and I look like our dad, blonde and green eyes. My mom is the opposite, she has brown hair and brown eyes. Since we are twins, we look a lot alike. That helped a lot. We went to work an hour after school and we didn’t get off until 6:30. April is at work by the time we get home. Anyway, back to school. I walk into my first hour Biology, and every girl is freaking out. I walk up to my lab partner, Katy, and I ask her what’s going on.

"You haven’t seen him yet?"-Katy says with a shocked look on her face

"Seen who?"

"The amazingly sexy new guy from heaven!"- She says giving me a yeah-he’s-that-hot look. She knows my feelings about guys, although I haven’t told her why. So she tries to change my mind, constantly telling me that she could hook me up with someone. But she knows I’m not going to like any of the guys she picks. She picks boys based on their looks, not caring if that person is a jerk or to touchy (if you know what I mean). I just give her a weird look and start working on our project, which I do mostly by myself, only letting her pour things I have already measured, so she doesn’t almost kill us, again.

Science ends and I’m on to poetry. The new guy is in my class and every girl (besides me of course) is clinging to him, soaking in every word he says and looking at him while batting their eyes. I look at him with a dirty look on my face, thinking "You girls barely know him and your all over him, he could be a serial killer, and you’re just over there throwing yourselves at him, stupid, stupid girls." I notice he is now looking at me with a smile, wow he’s attractive, with his grey eyes and messy black hair, I blush and turn away. Mrs. Davis walks in and I walk up to her desk quickly. She is my favorite teacher, and I am her favorite student, though she only admits that to me. She smiles and I can’t help but smile because (I know this sounds weird but) she makes me happy, she understands me, she is one of the few I tell everything to, she swore not to tell anyone. I give her back her poetry book that she let me borrow.

"I think that is my favorite book that you’ve let me borrow so far." I say with a sweet smile.

"I told you! That is my all-time favorite, I’m glad you liked it."-She says returning the smile.

She looks around me and gets a confused look on her face, seeing all the girls crowding around the newbie. "I’m guessing that’s Connor Moore. Looks like he is very comfortable."

I roll my eyes at the girls and Connor and I smile at Mrs. Davis again. She knows everything like I said. "Yeah, he fits right in. Everyone likes him, as you can see."

She gives me the really-now look and says "Even you, Ms. Madden."

"Haha!" I laugh sarcastically. "I will never like Connor, or anyone like him for that matter." I say.

Mrs. Davis is staring behind me, her mouth hanging open, trying to hide a smile. Oh god, somethings behind me. I slowly turn around and there is the very tall, very attractive man was just talking about, and he’s smiling.

"Is that so?"-He says

"Ummm…"- My face turns bright red (I probably look like a strawberry) and he laughs. I have to look up slightly to see his face. I quickly go back to my seat, silently cursing in my head.

He talks to Mrs. Davis for a moment, before taking his seat in his sea of girls, he looks over and smiles, I turn and look the other way, still slightly red. Mrs. Davis takes her place at the front of our small classroom. Everyone at one side of the class me at the other. Mrs. Davis starts teaching.

"Okay everyone stop talking! I know it’s exciting to have a new student in our class but that doesn’t give you the freedom to talk as you please. As most of you already know this is Connor Moore. Now let’s get on with business. This week you will be working with partners." Every girl (besides me) start freaking out and smiling, hoping to get Connor as their partner, I roll my eyes, Connor who is still looking at me laughs. I ignore him and continue listening to Mrs. Davis.

"I am going to pick the partners. Ms. Alma with Ms. Lee, Ms. Smith with Ms. McCarty,…"

She went on and on until she came to my name.

"Ms. Madden with Mr. Moore"

My eyes widen and I sink in my chair. I hear a bunch of girls start whispering, and huffing. "God, grow up" I think. I look over and every girl is glaring at me. I look at Connor (To see if he’s disappointed) and he’s smiling?!? I give him a confused look, when he slowly gets up and walks over to me. He sits at the desk to my right. "Probably hiding from the girls." I think since girls are on my far left. The girls get even madder because he is out of their view. Some girl is staring at me, I give her the dirtiest look I can conjure. She quickly looks away, probably remembering what happened last year. I look over at Connor and he’s looking at me smiling. I blush.

"What?" I say in a stern voice.

"You’re different."-He continues to smile.

"I’ll be right back." I say

I stand up and go to walk away, but he grabs my hand, it scares me.

"Where are you going?" He asks curiously

"Let go of my hand!"

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you."- He says sincerely.

"It’s fine. I… I’ll be back."

I walk up to Mrs. Davis and glare at her. She smiles.

"I’m sorry Brier, but you were my only choice."

"You have a whole classroom full of willing volunteers."

She laughs "Yeah, but they wouldn’t get their work done. I know you can get him to work, and besides it’s only 2 weeks. Then you can go back to working alone."

"Please change my partner." I beg with my hands together holding them at my chin, poking my bottom lip out. My puppy dog face.

"No. Now go get to work." She says and turns around ending the conversation.

I walk away and take my seat. I risk looking at him and he is already looking at me.

"What?"

"How did the begging go?"

"Clearly, it didn’t work, if it had you’d be back over there." I say pointing to his fan club.

He smiles "Ouch. That’s harsh." He holds his heart like it wounded him. "Do you hate me that much?"

"I don’t hate you."

"But…?"- Connor

"But… I don’t like you."

He laughs at my bluntness. I blush.

"Why don’t you like me? You don’t even know me."

"I don’t like most guys."

"Soo, you’re a lesbian?"-He says looking confused.

I gasp "No idiot! I don’t like MOST guys because they are jerks, or dogs, or both!" I say it little too loud for my liking and I quickly look around to see if anyone heard me. Nope. I turn to face him.

"Hey, hey I’m sorry, calm down, it was just a guess. And how do you know I am either of those things."

"Apology accepted, I don’t I just assumed."

"Why did you assume that?"- Connor

"Hum, let’s see, your fan club over there, everyone started talking about you the moment you pulled up, your friends with the football team, and your very…" I stop before I embarrass myself anymore.

"I’m very what?’-He says with amusement playing in his eyes.

"You get my point."

"Fine don’t tell me, I know I’m hot." He says with a smile.

I flush and get mad at the same time "I wasn’t going to say that" I lie.

"Then what were you going to say?"-He says still amused.

I smile because I have the perfect word. When I smiled he stilled, which interest me.

"I was going to say conceded."

"Umhum…"- Connor smiles

Mrs. Davis stands up and say

"I have figured out what I want your project to be." She pauses. "You are going to make a painting."

"I thought this was poetry class not art."-Some chick says.

"Yes, it is poetry, but poetry is all about expression, which some people find hard to do with words. I want you to paint a picture when you’re feeling something, sad,

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