Childhood Sweethearts
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CHAPTER 1
We were childhood sweethearts, now were life long enemies.
* * * * * *ELEVEN YEARS AGO* * * * * *
I giggled and kissed Justin on the cheek. I threw my arms around his neck and thanked him for the gift he got me. We were 5 years old. It was actually my 5th birthday. He had given me a pretty mirror that said Rayna at the top in the middle. The corners were purple with black stripes, and there were blue swirls and squiggles along the sides. He had also decorated the borders of the mirror with red polka dots.
"Thank you, Justin!"
"You're welcome! Remember, Ill always be here for you" He hugged me again. Everyone called us childhood sweethearts-we were meant to be.
I had my mommy put it in the car so I wouldn't ruin it in any way. Then Justin and I went and played with the rest of our friends on the playground since my party was at the park.
That was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life well, it wasn't.
That night was the worst night of my life.
Justin was moving all the way across the United States-to New Jersey. He was moving from California to New Jersey.
I was a smart kid and I knew what this meant.
I probably wouldn't see him ever again.
* * * * * PRESENT* * * * * *
It was my 16th birthday and Justin still hadn't come back. I had hoped all these years that he would, but he hadn't, and I was starting to begin to think he never would. Even though he said he would always be there for me, he wasn't, and at the moment I needed him most.
My mom came into my room. I clutched the covers tighter around me and snuggled into my pillows, trying to keep the appearance that I was asleep. She kissed me on the forehead and left the room, closing the door behind her and encasing me in the pitch-black darkness of my room-just the way I liked it.
I woke up around seven in the morning, giving me about a half an hour to shower and get ready for school. I wasn't a high maintenance kind of girl. I have long, dark brown hair that I normally just brush and leave down, I have bright green eyes that I only surround in eyeliner-I don't wear any other make up- and I have petite frame but am just an inch or two below average height.
I quickly showered and got dressed for school. It was only a 10-minute walk from my house and school started at 8 o'clock. It was 7:30, so I was right on schedule.
I headed out the door towards school. It was a peaceful walk-that is, until a car full of guys drove by... Lovely. They started honking at me and calling my name.
"Rayna Wilson! Come over here and talk to us!" One boy, named Mark, from my school called out.
"Yeah! Hey, why don't you ever want to go out with any of the guys at school? Are we not good enough for you?" Another, named Liam shouted.
I forgot to tell you-I'm the hot off-limits piece of ass at the school. I've turned down almost every guy that's asked me out-except for two. One was really sweet but couldn't deal with the fact that other guys were hitting on me everyday. The other just used me to get popular. But currently I was single, hence the annoying boys trying to get with me. So I just ignored them and kept walking.
Finally I had made it to school. My best friend, Deliah, was waiting for me out front. I smiled and ran up to her, thankful that I could now successfully avoid those crazy boys. We walked into our first class together. Rumors were already starting about some new kid in school. He was our age and supposedly going to be in my next class. Most girls were talking about how cute he would probably be. I rolled my eyes and continued my conversation with Deliah.
"No! Mac n cheese is WAY better!"
"Nuh-uh! Spaghetti-definitely!"
"I really think that there's something..." I paused in my argument with her and looked up at a boy walking into our classroom. There were girls whispering furiously, saying 'that's the new kid' and 'oh my gosh, he's so hot!'. "Wrong with you..." I finished my sentence staring at the boy.
He had black hair pushed to the side. He was tall with a slightly muscular build, wearing a black zip up jacket, a plain white t-shirt, and baggy dark blue jeans. He had amazing blue green eyes, with just a touch of eyeliner surrounding them, ones I could stare into for hours.
"Class," Mrs. Fabrizzio called our attention, "This is the new student-Please introduce yourself"
"I'm Justin. Justin Rikeson."
My mouth dropped open in shock. It was Justin. Justin, my childhood sweetheart, Justin.
"I-I-I I know him Deliah, I know him! We were friends when we were little!" I whispered intensely, flashing my giant smile.
"No way! You should hook me and him up!"
"No, me first. I knew him longer"
"True... true..." She sighed.
And to my luck, there was an empty seat next to me.
"How about you go sit next to Rayna, Justin?"
His eyes widened at this, he definitely remembered me. Totally. Well, I thought that until he grimaced when he headed towards me. Maybe he wasn't as thrilled to see me, as I was to see him. He dropped into the chair next to mine with a grunt of displeasure. He turned away from me and looked out the window. I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't turn around. I tapped again.
"What?" He snapped at me.
I jumped a little. Justin was never this harsh with me when we were younger.
"J-Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Um... It's me, Rayna" I wasn't quite sure how to talk to him and tell him it was me, his best friend from when we were five years old.
"I know." He answered sharply.
"The same Rayna that you were best friends with when you were little-remember?"
"No shit. Of course I remember. I'm not stupid." He spat and turned away from me.
I wanted to die at that moment. Id loved this boy with all of my heart since I was little and he goes and treats me like crap when I first see him again.
The bell rang and I quickly gathered my stuff, waving goodbye to Deliah. As I was headed towards my next class, I was shoved into a locker. I looked up to see Justin towering over me, a smirk plastered to his face. I gaped at him. How could he?
I pushed myself up from off the ground and gathered my books. Mark sauntered over to me, lifting me up by my waist and holding me against him. He pressed his lips roughly against mine. I pushed him away and shot a nasty glare towards him.
"What the hell is your problem, Mark?" I shouted, struggling to get free from his grasp for he had grabbed me again.
"Why baby? You're my girl. Everyone knows that" He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him before turning his attention to Justin. "You better know it too-she's MY girl." Was that a snarl?
Yes. Definitely.
A low growl ripped from the back of Justin's throat, surprising me. He roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me from Mark. Justin threw a smirk towards Mark, and before I knew it, his lips were covering mine. I happily obliged with this action, twining my arms around his neck. Justin slid his hands down my back to my hips and pulled me against him. Soon, he broke away and dragged me down the hall to his next class, which was coincidentally mine also.
The day went by fast and Justin hadn't talked to me since the kiss. I sighed and thought the whole ordeal over as I walked home. He could have kissed me just to piss off Mark. Or he could have kissed me to piss off Mark and secretly because he wanted to. Maybe it could have just been an excuse to kiss me and he really didn't care what Mark thought. I was betting all my money that it was theory number one. He never acted like that towards me when we were little. I sighed and slammed the front door of my house, only to find him sitting on my couch. I screamed and dropped my backpack, so not expecting this.
"MOM! MOM!" I yelled up the stairs.
She walked down, laughing along with Justin's mom. Our mothers were single mothers. His dad died when he was four, and my dad had left when I was three-Justin was only a few months older than me. Our moms met in a support group trying help our moms get back on track with their lives. Then we found out that they lived just down the street from us and they became best friends.
"Oh, honey. Calm down. They're staying with us for a while- just until they get settled and Justin and his mother find jobs. Don't you miss him anyway?" My mom filled me in.
"Yeah, I wish the old him would come back-and soon" I muttered under my breath.
I picked up my backpack and stalked up the stairs.
"Rayna!"
"What mom?" I sighed, still climbing the stairs.
"Why don't you show Justin his room he's going to stay in the guest room."
"Sure mom" I replied, bored. "Justin. Get up these stairs now or else I'm not showing you to your room."
I heard him stand up from the couch and start to climb the stairs. I went to my room and threw my backpack on my bed before going back into the hallway. By that time, Justin had reached the top of the stairs. I headed towards the guest room and he followed me in. I turned around to face him and walk out the door; he stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked down at his hand, then back up at him.
"What?" I hissed.
He smirked and tightened his grip on my shoulder. I winced and tried to pry it off, but it was no use-he was just too strong.
"Don't EVER let that guy touch you-again."
"I can let him touch me if I want, besides, why do you care if he touches me or not?" I growled.
He just glared at me pushed me out the door, slamming it behind him. I crashed into the opposite wall in the hallway and slid to the floor.
"Ow, ow, owwww" I whined, picking myself up and practically falling to my room. I returned the favor of slamming my door behind me and dropped down onto my bed. It was going to be a long few months.
We were childhood sweethearts, now were life long enemies.
* * * * * *ELEVEN YEARS AGO* * * * * *
I giggled and kissed Justin on the cheek. I threw my arms around his neck and thanked him for the gift he got me. We were 5 years old. It was actually my 5th birthday. He had given me a pretty mirror that said Rayna at the top in the middle. The corners were purple with black stripes, and there were blue swirls and squiggles along the sides. He had also decorated the borders of the mirror with red polka dots.
"Thank you, Justin!"
"You're welcome! Remember, Ill always be here for you" He hugged me again. Everyone called us childhood sweethearts-we were meant to be.
I had my mommy put it in the car so I wouldn't ruin it in any way. Then Justin and I went and played with the rest of our friends on the playground since my party was at the park.
That was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life well, it wasn't.
That night was the worst night of my life.
Justin was moving all the way across the United States-to New Jersey. He was moving from California to New Jersey.
I was a smart kid and I knew what this meant.
I probably wouldn't see him ever again.
* * * * * PRESENT* * * * * *
It was my 16th birthday and Justin still hadn't come back. I had hoped all these years that he would, but he hadn't, and I was starting to begin to think he never would. Even though he said he would always be there for me, he wasn't, and at the moment I needed him most.
My mom came into my room. I clutched the covers tighter around me and snuggled into my pillows, trying to keep the appearance that I was asleep. She kissed me on the forehead and left the room, closing the door behind her and encasing me in the pitch-black darkness of my room-just the way I liked it.
I woke up around seven in the morning, giving me about a half an hour to shower and get ready for school. I wasn't a high maintenance kind of girl. I have long, dark brown hair that I normally just brush and leave down, I have bright green eyes that I only surround in eyeliner-I don't wear any other make up- and I have petite frame but am just an inch or two below average height.
I quickly showered and got dressed for school. It was only a 10-minute walk from my house and school started at 8 o'clock. It was 7:30, so I was right on schedule.
I headed out the door towards school. It was a peaceful walk-that is, until a car full of guys drove by... Lovely. They started honking at me and calling my name.
"Rayna Wilson! Come over here and talk to us!" One boy, named Mark, from my school called out.
"Yeah! Hey, why don't you ever want to go out with any of the guys at school? Are we not good enough for you?" Another, named Liam shouted.
I forgot to tell you-I'm the hot off-limits piece of ass at the school. I've turned down almost every guy that's asked me out-except for two. One was really sweet but couldn't deal with the fact that other guys were hitting on me everyday. The other just used me to get popular. But currently I was single, hence the annoying boys trying to get with me. So I just ignored them and kept walking.
Finally I had made it to school. My best friend, Deliah, was waiting for me out front. I smiled and ran up to her, thankful that I could now successfully avoid those crazy boys. We walked into our first class together. Rumors were already starting about some new kid in school. He was our age and supposedly going to be in my next class. Most girls were talking about how cute he would probably be. I rolled my eyes and continued my conversation with Deliah.
"No! Mac n cheese is WAY better!"
"Nuh-uh! Spaghetti-definitely!"
"I really think that there's something..." I paused in my argument with her and looked up at a boy walking into our classroom. There were girls whispering furiously, saying 'that's the new kid' and 'oh my gosh, he's so hot!'. "Wrong with you..." I finished my sentence staring at the boy.
He had black hair pushed to the side. He was tall with a slightly muscular build, wearing a black zip up jacket, a plain white t-shirt, and baggy dark blue jeans. He had amazing blue green eyes, with just a touch of eyeliner surrounding them, ones I could stare into for hours.
"Class," Mrs. Fabrizzio called our attention, "This is the new student-Please introduce yourself"
"I'm Justin. Justin Rikeson."
My mouth dropped open in shock. It was Justin. Justin, my childhood sweetheart, Justin.
"I-I-I I know him Deliah, I know him! We were friends when we were little!" I whispered intensely, flashing my giant smile.
"No way! You should hook me and him up!"
"No, me first. I knew him longer"
"True... true..." She sighed.
And to my luck, there was an empty seat next to me.
"How about you go sit next to Rayna, Justin?"
His eyes widened at this, he definitely remembered me. Totally. Well, I thought that until he grimaced when he headed towards me. Maybe he wasn't as thrilled to see me, as I was to see him. He dropped into the chair next to mine with a grunt of displeasure. He turned away from me and looked out the window. I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't turn around. I tapped again.
"What?" He snapped at me.
I jumped a little. Justin was never this harsh with me when we were younger.
"J-Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Um... It's me, Rayna" I wasn't quite sure how to talk to him and tell him it was me, his best friend from when we were five years old.
"I know." He answered sharply.
"The same Rayna that you were best friends with when you were little-remember?"
"No shit. Of course I remember. I'm not stupid." He spat and turned away from me.
I wanted to die at that moment. Id loved this boy with all of my heart since I was little and he goes and treats me like crap when I first see him again.
The bell rang and I quickly gathered my stuff, waving goodbye to Deliah. As I was headed towards my next class, I was shoved into a locker. I looked up to see Justin towering over me, a smirk plastered to his face. I gaped at him. How could he?
I pushed myself up from off the ground and gathered my books. Mark sauntered over to me, lifting me up by my waist and holding me against him. He pressed his lips roughly against mine. I pushed him away and shot a nasty glare towards him.
"What the hell is your problem, Mark?" I shouted, struggling to get free from his grasp for he had grabbed me again.
"Why baby? You're my girl. Everyone knows that" He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him before turning his attention to Justin. "You better know it too-she's MY girl." Was that a snarl?
Yes. Definitely.
A low growl ripped from the back of Justin's throat, surprising me. He roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me from Mark. Justin threw a smirk towards Mark, and before I knew it, his lips were covering mine. I happily obliged with this action, twining my arms around his neck. Justin slid his hands down my back to my hips and pulled me against him. Soon, he broke away and dragged me down the hall to his next class, which was coincidentally mine also.
The day went by fast and Justin hadn't talked to me since the kiss. I sighed and thought the whole ordeal over as I walked home. He could have kissed me just to piss off Mark. Or he could have kissed me to piss off Mark and secretly because he wanted to. Maybe it could have just been an excuse to kiss me and he really didn't care what Mark thought. I was betting all my money that it was theory number one. He never acted like that towards me when we were little. I sighed and slammed the front door of my house, only to find him sitting on my couch. I screamed and dropped my backpack, so not expecting this.
"MOM! MOM!" I yelled up the stairs.
She walked down, laughing along with Justin's mom. Our mothers were single mothers. His dad died when he was four, and my dad had left when I was three-Justin was only a few months older than me. Our moms met in a support group trying help our moms get back on track with their lives. Then we found out that they lived just down the street from us and they became best friends.
"Oh, honey. Calm down. They're staying with us for a while- just until they get settled and Justin and his mother find jobs. Don't you miss him anyway?" My mom filled me in.
"Yeah, I wish the old him would come back-and soon" I muttered under my breath.
I picked up my backpack and stalked up the stairs.
"Rayna!"
"What mom?" I sighed, still climbing the stairs.
"Why don't you show Justin his room he's going to stay in the guest room."
"Sure mom" I replied, bored. "Justin. Get up these stairs now or else I'm not showing you to your room."
I heard him stand up from the couch and start to climb the stairs. I went to my room and threw my backpack on my bed before going back into the hallway. By that time, Justin had reached the top of the stairs. I headed towards the guest room and he followed me in. I turned around to face him and walk out the door; he stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked down at his hand, then back up at him.
"What?" I hissed.
He smirked and tightened his grip on my shoulder. I winced and tried to pry it off, but it was no use-he was just too strong.
"Don't EVER let that guy touch you-again."
"I can let him touch me if I want, besides, why do you care if he touches me or not?" I growled.
He just glared at me pushed me out the door, slamming it behind him. I crashed into the opposite wall in the hallway and slid to the floor.
"Ow, ow, owwww" I whined, picking myself up and practically falling to my room. I returned the favor of slamming my door behind me and dropped down onto my bed. It was going to be a long few months.
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