Opposites Attract… Don't They? - Chapter 1
We’ve all heard the countless stories of good girl meets bad boy. But what happens when a good girl meets a bad boy? And what happens when he realizes why she was acting badly in the first place, only to see she isn’t bad at all. Does he walk away? Or stay to turn her nightmare of a life into a beautiful dream.
Janelle's (Nelly) POV
"What’s this supposed to be?" I asked the blonde haired green-eyed woman, who was walking away from my desk, after unloading the stack of papers, she had been carrying a few seconds ago. Her heels clicked as she walked and the noise made me shiver in my seat. Irritating was the best word I could find in my vocabulary, to describe the sound. Not that it was very extensive, but I had all the words I needed. She halted and the clicking stopped. I might have felt gratitude towards her, for muting the sound if she hadn’t spoken the words, that had followed shortly after.
"Work, do it." I scoffed at the thought. I didn’t know by what I was more offended. At the fact that she had given me what she felt was an order, or that she actually thought I would do my work. She knew me better than that. Of course she did; everyone did. I heard the bell ring for the second lunch and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. My teacher watched me as I walked out of the classroom, but she no longer followed, as she had done, so the first couple of days. She had nearly lost her voice barking at me, to make my way back inside the first week of school. And that was a price high enough for her to pay, to realize this would be a routinely thing, and there was no point trying to stop it.
I walked down the halls filled with students talking about their weekend plans. With the day dreading on and on I had almost forgotten it was Friday. I reached my locker and threw my backpack inside.
"You know you're going to break something eventually." I turned my head only to see my good-two-shoes best friend standing at my side, staring disapprovingly at the crammed backpack in my locker.
"Nothing worth any value in there." I responded, slamming the icy cool metal door shut.
"What about your school books?" He asked slightly concerned.
I laughed at his expression almost as much as I did the question itself. "Right cus I carry school books."
He looked at me yet again disappointed. It made me chuckle inside. Daniel could be so innocent at times; so naive. I didn’t understand what hope he really saw in me. School wasn’t for me and we both knew that. If I had been able to drop out, I would have by now. But, I was still only sixteen and it was out of the question. Besides, Daniel kept me around.
No one understood why we were friends. I don’t think even we ourselves did. We were opposites in almost every possible way. I stood around 5’5, while he towered over me at around 5’11. Danny was a perfect athlete and star quarter back; I had never been to a sporting event in my life. He got perfect grades, while I ditched all my classes at any possible chance. I had the light skin. His skin looked as if it was gently kissed by the sun, leaving behind a perfect tan. He was the ideal son. I was constantly getting into trouble. My eyes were a deep brown. His were hazel and could mesmerize any girl who carelessly stared into them for too long. However they no longer seemed to have the same effect on me. I guess I had simply grown immune, since I had known him since 3rd grade.
"So, what are you doing this weekend?" He asked, as we began to descend down the halls, that were halfway empty, do to most of the student invading the lunch room.
"Not sure. Stay home maybe. Why do you ask?" I questioned. I didn’t see why he ever seemed to bother. Every weekend he asked, only to hear the same answer.
"Well Karen Summers is having a party this weekend. I'm invited, maybe you’d like to come with me?" He asked with what seemed to be nervousness.
I involuntarily rolled my eyes at the name. Karen Summers, little Ms. Popular and future homecoming queen. But of course, Daniel was invited. Whether or not he liked to admit it Danny was Mr. Popular and Karen had been trying to go out with him, since freshmen year so naturally she hated me.
"No thanks Danny. You know Karen and I don’t get along. Besides, I don’t think anyone wants the school rebel there. "I explained.
"I do." His response startled me. And my head jerked up to meet his eyes. He normally would have just agreed, having him tell me he wanted me there was uncommon, unusual, and it felt weird.
I opened my mouth to say something, but before my voice had a chance to escape the bell rang. The once empty hallways were now flooded with students, rushing to get to their next class.
"Gotta go," was all I managed to say before I left him, to make his way to his own destination.
"What’s this supposed to be?" I asked the blonde haired green-eyed woman, who was walking away from my desk, after unloading the stack of papers, she had been carrying a few seconds ago. Her heels clicked as she walked and the noise made me shiver in my seat. Irritating was the best word I could find in my vocabulary, to describe the sound. Not that it was very extensive, but I had all the words I needed. She halted and the clicking stopped. I might have felt gratitude towards her, for muting the sound if she hadn’t spoken the words, that had followed shortly after.
"Work, do it." I scoffed at the thought. I didn’t know by what I was more offended. At the fact that she had given me what she felt was an order, or that she actually thought I would do my work. She knew me better than that. Of course she did; everyone did. I heard the bell ring for the second lunch and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. My teacher watched me as I walked out of the classroom, but she no longer followed, as she had done, so the first couple of days. She had nearly lost her voice barking at me, to make my way back inside the first week of school. And that was a price high enough for her to pay, to realize this would be a routinely thing, and there was no point trying to stop it.
I walked down the halls filled with students talking about their weekend plans. With the day dreading on and on I had almost forgotten it was Friday. I reached my locker and threw my backpack inside.
"You know you're going to break something eventually." I turned my head only to see my good-two-shoes best friend standing at my side, staring disapprovingly at the crammed backpack in my locker.
"Nothing worth any value in there." I responded, slamming the icy cool metal door shut.
"What about your school books?" He asked slightly concerned.
I laughed at his expression almost as much as I did the question itself. "Right cus I carry school books."
He looked at me yet again disappointed. It made me chuckle inside. Daniel could be so innocent at times; so naive. I didn’t understand what hope he really saw in me. School wasn’t for me and we both knew that. If I had been able to drop out, I would have by now. But, I was still only sixteen and it was out of the question. Besides, Daniel kept me around.
No one understood why we were friends. I don’t think even we ourselves did. We were opposites in almost every possible way. I stood around 5’5, while he towered over me at around 5’11. Danny was a perfect athlete and star quarter back; I had never been to a sporting event in my life. He got perfect grades, while I ditched all my classes at any possible chance. I had the light skin. His skin looked as if it was gently kissed by the sun, leaving behind a perfect tan. He was the ideal son. I was constantly getting into trouble. My eyes were a deep brown. His were hazel and could mesmerize any girl who carelessly stared into them for too long. However they no longer seemed to have the same effect on me. I guess I had simply grown immune, since I had known him since 3rd grade.
"So, what are you doing this weekend?" He asked, as we began to descend down the halls, that were halfway empty, do to most of the student invading the lunch room.
"Not sure. Stay home maybe. Why do you ask?" I questioned. I didn’t see why he ever seemed to bother. Every weekend he asked, only to hear the same answer.
"Well Karen Summers is having a party this weekend. I'm invited, maybe you’d like to come with me?" He asked with what seemed to be nervousness.
I involuntarily rolled my eyes at the name. Karen Summers, little Ms. Popular and future homecoming queen. But of course, Daniel was invited. Whether or not he liked to admit it Danny was Mr. Popular and Karen had been trying to go out with him, since freshmen year so naturally she hated me.
"No thanks Danny. You know Karen and I don’t get along. Besides, I don’t think anyone wants the school rebel there. "I explained.
"I do." His response startled me. And my head jerked up to meet his eyes. He normally would have just agreed, having him tell me he wanted me there was uncommon, unusual, and it felt weird.
I opened my mouth to say something, but before my voice had a chance to escape the bell rang. The once empty hallways were now flooded with students, rushing to get to their next class.
"Gotta go," was all I managed to say before I left him, to make his way to his own destination.
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