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Never Say Never
0 ReviewsArleigh knew the moment she saw him that she would never stop hating him. Isaak thought she'd never love him. But, as the saying goes: never say never.
"Hey, have you seen that new girl yet?" Dain asked his friend as soon as he sat down.
"No, why?" Isaak pulled a binder from his backpack, and opened it on top of his desk.
"Dude, I swear to God, she is the hottest girl I've ever seen! Better-looking than Mia!"
"You better not let Mia hear that. She'll kill you," Isaak answered.
"No she won't. She loves me! That new girl- I forget her name- is in all of my classes so far. Hopefully she'll be in--" He was cut off when the classroom door opened, revealing a girl about fifteen years old, with black hair falling past her shoulders, pink and blonde streaking the lower half of her hair.
"Can I help you?" the teacher, Dr. Claren, questioned.
"Um, I think I have this class right now. English 1 Honors, right?" Dr. Claren nodded.
"Your name?"
"Arleigh Sumpter. I just moved here."
"Ah, yes. Krystaline Arleigh Sumpter?"
"Yeah, but I'd rather go by Arleigh, if you don't mind," she responded quietly. Dr. Claren nodded again, and wrote Arleigh's name inside of a square on the seating chart.
"You will be sitting behind Mr. Monahan. Mr. Monahan, please raise your hand so Miss Sumpter can find her seat," the teacher ordered. Isaak lifted his arm into the air, and Arleigh walked to the desk behind him.
"What'd I tell you?" Dain whispered to his friend.
"You were so right!" Isaak whispered back. He turned around, facing Arleigh. "So, Harley--"
"Arleigh," she corrected.
"Whatever. So, you wanna go somewhere with me after this period?"
"There are two more classes after this...."
"So? Who cares about...." He grabbed her schedule from her folder, lying wide open on her desk, and read her last two periods. "Biology and Music? You wanna go?"
"No; I'm not cutting school to hang out with some motherfucker like you all day," she responded, just loud enough for the few students around them to hear.
"I beg your pardon? What did you just call me?" Isaak laughed.
"I said that I'm not cutting school to hang out with some motherfucker like you. Need me to repeat that again?" He turned back around, an angry look on his face.
"Well she seems nice...." Dain said sarcastically, more to himself than anyone.
"Yeah. She sure does," Isaak said in a monotone. He looked back at Arleigh, seeing that she was writing down everything written on the board, her eyes rarely flicking down to see what exactly she had copied. He could see faint lines on her wrists, which had thin jelly bracelets scattered up and down her arms. Her Blackthorn top had a dark blue background, 'BLACKTHORN' written in bright green with a thorn branch underlining it; dark gray jeans covered her legs, and white sneakers- or what was left of the white coloration- shielded her feet from the cold tile. They were decorated with lines and scribbles of both neon and dark permanent marker streaks.
"You know, I'd [i]really[/i] appreciate it if you'd stop staring. Thank you," she said with out looking at Isaak. Her hand continued to fly across her paper, eyes never leaving the board.
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"Write with out looking at the paper."
"I don't know. I taught myself how to do this when I was younger so I wouldn't miss anything important written on the board. Why do you ask?" Finally, her hazel eyes glanced away from the blackboard. "Done." She put away her folder and notebook, folding her arms on top of her desk. "Why do you want to know, Mr. Monahan?"
"No reason; just seemed weird and creepy. I thought that when people wrote, they had to look at what they were writing on."
"Nope; I'm not people." The bell screamed at anyone listening to it that class was over, freeing students for the next few minutes.
"Didja think over your answer?"
"About what? Oh, yeah. I rethought it."
"And....?"
"Hell no." Arleigh smiled sweetly, and walked in the opposite direction of Isaak, leaving him standing in the quickly-crowding hall.
"No, why?" Isaak pulled a binder from his backpack, and opened it on top of his desk.
"Dude, I swear to God, she is the hottest girl I've ever seen! Better-looking than Mia!"
"You better not let Mia hear that. She'll kill you," Isaak answered.
"No she won't. She loves me! That new girl- I forget her name- is in all of my classes so far. Hopefully she'll be in--" He was cut off when the classroom door opened, revealing a girl about fifteen years old, with black hair falling past her shoulders, pink and blonde streaking the lower half of her hair.
"Can I help you?" the teacher, Dr. Claren, questioned.
"Um, I think I have this class right now. English 1 Honors, right?" Dr. Claren nodded.
"Your name?"
"Arleigh Sumpter. I just moved here."
"Ah, yes. Krystaline Arleigh Sumpter?"
"Yeah, but I'd rather go by Arleigh, if you don't mind," she responded quietly. Dr. Claren nodded again, and wrote Arleigh's name inside of a square on the seating chart.
"You will be sitting behind Mr. Monahan. Mr. Monahan, please raise your hand so Miss Sumpter can find her seat," the teacher ordered. Isaak lifted his arm into the air, and Arleigh walked to the desk behind him.
"What'd I tell you?" Dain whispered to his friend.
"You were so right!" Isaak whispered back. He turned around, facing Arleigh. "So, Harley--"
"Arleigh," she corrected.
"Whatever. So, you wanna go somewhere with me after this period?"
"There are two more classes after this...."
"So? Who cares about...." He grabbed her schedule from her folder, lying wide open on her desk, and read her last two periods. "Biology and Music? You wanna go?"
"No; I'm not cutting school to hang out with some motherfucker like you all day," she responded, just loud enough for the few students around them to hear.
"I beg your pardon? What did you just call me?" Isaak laughed.
"I said that I'm not cutting school to hang out with some motherfucker like you. Need me to repeat that again?" He turned back around, an angry look on his face.
"Well she seems nice...." Dain said sarcastically, more to himself than anyone.
"Yeah. She sure does," Isaak said in a monotone. He looked back at Arleigh, seeing that she was writing down everything written on the board, her eyes rarely flicking down to see what exactly she had copied. He could see faint lines on her wrists, which had thin jelly bracelets scattered up and down her arms. Her Blackthorn top had a dark blue background, 'BLACKTHORN' written in bright green with a thorn branch underlining it; dark gray jeans covered her legs, and white sneakers- or what was left of the white coloration- shielded her feet from the cold tile. They were decorated with lines and scribbles of both neon and dark permanent marker streaks.
"You know, I'd [i]really[/i] appreciate it if you'd stop staring. Thank you," she said with out looking at Isaak. Her hand continued to fly across her paper, eyes never leaving the board.
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"Write with out looking at the paper."
"I don't know. I taught myself how to do this when I was younger so I wouldn't miss anything important written on the board. Why do you ask?" Finally, her hazel eyes glanced away from the blackboard. "Done." She put away her folder and notebook, folding her arms on top of her desk. "Why do you want to know, Mr. Monahan?"
"No reason; just seemed weird and creepy. I thought that when people wrote, they had to look at what they were writing on."
"Nope; I'm not people." The bell screamed at anyone listening to it that class was over, freeing students for the next few minutes.
"Didja think over your answer?"
"About what? Oh, yeah. I rethought it."
"And....?"
"Hell no." Arleigh smiled sweetly, and walked in the opposite direction of Isaak, leaving him standing in the quickly-crowding hall.
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