"Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies."
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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"So how's this living together thing gonna work out?" I asked as I put a spoonful of cereal in my mouth.
"You mean groundrules?" She asked. I nodded. "Okay, well, first things first, you DO NOT call it living together. It's more like I'm giving you a place to stay."
"I could live with that. What else?"
"You do not enter my room, or go through my stuff. Understand?" she gave me a pointed look. I suddenly got curious about her room.
"I can't make any promises but I'll try." I grinned at her. She grinned back. I could get used to this. "Hey, you go to school right?"
"I'm in my senior year of high school. Why'd you ask?"
"I was thinking about going to school." She looked at me as though it was the worst idea ever. She scoffed.
"Really? You're gonna waste all your time here just to go to high school?"
"I won't really call it wasting time. Besides, I want to know the truth." I shrugged my shoulders.
"The truth about what?"
"About the thing humans do in high school. The way you group yourselves according to your 'species' and form your own herd then fight for dominance."
"you mean the status quo?" I nodded. "Well it's true. You make it sound like we're animals. It's very accurate." We laughed.
"So where do you think I would fit in? I never got to deal with any of that shit. It was all virtual learning in my time. Except for gym." I said.
"Depends, what are you good at?" She said, standing up. She put her empty bowl over mine and washed it over the sink.
"I run track. I'm very good actually." I said grinning. I was hoping to impress her. She wasn't.
"Then the jocks will probably take you in, but you're a new kid so you'd probably end up being their bitch. I'm actually looking forward to that." She smiled a mean smile. How could someone so rough look so delicate?
"So I guess you're one of the bullies?"
"You could say that." We laughed. " How exactly are you gonna go to school? You'd need a lot of records and stuff. You can't exactly say that you're from future L.A."
"Bob's great at that stuff. He's the one that makes fake ID's for me and my friends so we could drink at a bar. He'd probably need a computer though." She looked at me like I was crazy. "I'm not lying I swear."
"Whatever. He could use my laptop. Hey, I'm gonna go to the mall, buy some stuff. You should probably come. If you're gonna go to school you'd need clothes." And so after telling Bob to avoid any contact to any person we left for the mall. I went my own way and she went hers.
I haven't seen much of her the next few days. She went to school and went home tired. I got busy at making fake IDs and documents and shit so I could go to school with her. It's taking up all my time. I actually had to make Bob morph into an adult to pretend that he's my father. It's one of his many talents. I also got busy at convincing Bob that he shouldn't talk to Violet, since he sounds like a very old perverted man rather than the young intelligent blob he truly is. I promised him that once we get back to the future, I'd have his voice changed. He agreed to my demands.
"Okay, thank you very much." Bob said, putting down the phone.
"So what did Figgins say?" I asked a little anxious.
"He couldn't get you in all of Violet's classes, but he got you in three. That's the most he could do."
"Three? That's bullshit." I was biting my nails and pacing. "He's the principal he could do anything. I want my money back."
"There's nothing much we could do now. You have school tomorrow." His deep voice annoys me now more than ever.
"I'm not gonna go." I sat on the edge of my bed. "Nope. Not gonna go."
"You like her." Bob smiled.
"I said you like her." He smiled even wider.
"No I don't." I said defensively. I lied down on my back while my feet are still planted on the floor.
"You made me stop talking so she won't be freaked out. You make me cook her favourite food for dinner and you pretend that you made it. You made me break like fifty laws to get you into school with her. You made me bribe the school principal with $10,000 so you could be in all her classes. I'm the victim here. I at least deserve the truth Prince Tate."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you Bob but I really don't like her. She's pretty, I guess. And hot. Smart too. Yeah, she's different than any girl I've met.. and she doesn't have a weird laugh like my ex. She has a beautiful laugh actually. She has an amazing smile.. and her eyes…" I remember the first day we met. The way her smile sucked all the air out of my lungs and the way her eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky that night.. what I wouldn't give to live in that moment forever. I paused. I was staring at the ceiling for a while. "Oh well fuck."
"Told ya." Bob said. "Oh yeah, you've got a tryout for the track team tomorrow at four. I kinda told Figgins you're a track star in your old school."
"Fine. Whatever." I said. I closed my eyes and sleep. I didn't bother to eat dinner anymore, or wait for Violet to come home. I dreamt about her that night. We were at the meadow, where we met. We just talked and laughed. As far as I'm concerned, that's the best dream I've ever had.
When I woke up, Violet wasn't there anymore. She left a note saying she had to go early today. I drove to school alone in Violet's car. I guess she took the bus. We were supposed to be in the same class during the first three periods, but she wasn't there. I was hoping to see her in the cafeteria. She wasn't there either. So I got through the rest of the day without seeing her. Not once. I fucking bribed a principal and still no Violet. What I got was a few girls who gave me their numbers without me asking them for it. Great. So fucking great.
It was already four when I went outside for my tryout. I went to coach Wesley and introduced myself.
"Coach Wesley, I'm Tate Langdon. I'm here for the tryout." I said.
"Whatever kid. Unless you're on the team, I won't remember your name. Get on the track." Asshole. I am more than sure he won't forget me. I'm the best there is. I was irritated. Mostly because I worked my ass off to have the same school, same classes as Violet and she didn't show up. I'm actually a little glad that I was mad. Frustration is the best motivation. For me at least.
He blew the whistle and I ran around the oval as fast as I could. I saw different sports team were here to practice as I was running. The cheering squad was here too. But I focused on the lane. The wind was running through my hair. It felt great. Before I knew it, I finished the 50m. I stopped, putting my hands on either of my knees catching my breath. I hadn't run for a while, but I'm sure I still had game. I felt someone patting my back. I turned and saw it was coach.
"Well, nicely done.. Langdon." He left as soon as he said my name. I was on the team. Other members started congratulating me. Some cheerleaders were there too, but I didn't remember what their names were, or what they looked like. I just want to go home and see Violet. Until someone punched me in the arm.
"Violet!" It was her smiling. In a cheerleading uniform with her hair in a ponytail. If there weren't many people around me, I would've gone hard. "You never said you were a-"
"You guys know each other?" Another cheerleader said. I could tell she was annoyed. "Hi, I'm Leah, head cheerleader." I wasn't the least bit interested in who she was.
"Yeah, uhm, I'm Tate." My eyes went back to Violet.
"We've known each other when we were kids. They moved and now I guess they moved back. Right Tate?" She was staring at me letting me know that there was only one answer.
"Yes. What she said."
"Great then. Just so you know Violet and I are great friends." She gave Violet a fake smile. Violet returned a what-the-fuck-are-you-saying smile. I stopped a laugh before it could go out of my mouth. That look on Violet was priceless. "Maybe we could hang out sometime?" She said putting her arm on my shoulder.
"Uhh, yeah sometime." I said as I wiggled out of her arm. "Violet, could I drive you home?"
"Yeah sure. I'm just gonna go get my stuff. Bye Leah." I nodded at Leah. She looked pissed. I carried my bag and followed her to one of the bleachers where she left hers. She didn't go to the locker room to change. I guess she wanted out of there as much as I did .
As soon as we got in the car, I asked her the question that's bugging me since I saw her in that cheerleading outfit.
"Why cheerleading? You never struck me as peppy and cheery." I said.
"I'm doing it for the scholarship." She said.
"You don't need it. Why bother?"
"I don't want to depend on my parents too much."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Cause I hate it. I'm surrounded by mean, fake girls all the time. I'm not saying that all of them are bad, it's just that most of them are."
"I'm just gonna take a wild guess and say that Leah's one of those bitches." I grinned at her
"Whaaat? Noo. Didn't you hear her, we were such great friends!" she said with a lot of sarcasm on her voice. We both laughed at the idea that she would ever be friends with her.
We ordered chinese food on our way and ate it when we got back. We watched television after that, some show about a murder house. I felt her head rest against my arm somewhere midway the show and saw that she had fallen asleep. I turned off the tv and shifted myself so I would not wake her up. I put my arm under her neck and one under her knees. I lifted her slowly and went for the stairs. Bob was at the top of the staircase smiling at me. He moved out of the way. I entered her room and put her down in bed. I watched her as she shifted her body. She looked even more beautiful in her sleep, without the sadness in her eyes. I turned to leave. Her room was just as I expected it to be. Dark and depressing. The way she is. And I liked it.
Author's note: hope you like this new 2nd chapter. :) please review. :)