Chapter 4

"How many tattoos do you have?" I asked him, lost in the sight.

"Fourty and still going."

"Is there a reason for them?" I questioned, glancing at the bands around his arms. Odd Greek symbols, the anchors on his hands....

"Yes."

"And what might that be?"

"Oh, that's a secret."

I rolled my eyes, "So what you're the town rebel?"

"No, I am quite smart actually. I just like tattoos."

I cocked my head to the side, that answer took me by surprise.

Catch you in the next class princess," he said as he walked away.

"Hey!" I called after him.

He stopped walking and turned around to look at me, "yes?"

"What's your name?"

"Oliver," he answered and walked away.

On her way to lunch she noticed another guy. He had a big resemblance to Oliver, but he didn't have any tattoos and he had light shaggy brown hair and blue eyes.

"You know they say if you take a picture it will last longer," he said to me. He had a soft voice, yet with a natural flow of humour to it. It was like he was talking normally, but the words he chose are funny. He just didn't show any enthusiasm when he told a joke.

I turned my attention back towards my food.

It was lunch time now and I was sitting under a tree by myself, watching the life of this small school buzz float around at the sad excuse they call a cafeteria.

"I haven't seen you around here before," he got up from his table and came to sit next to me.

"Its my first day," I mumbled. He looked like your typical farmers boy son. All that was expected out of him was going to school, get an education and take over when his dad get's old. And by the looks of him that was the plane.

"So do you have a name newbie?"

"Bob Fishwaters."

"Ha ha," he said, "But seriously."

"Cece."

The corners of his mouth lifted up, "Matches your cute face."

"Right," I said and looked back at my food. Oh gaud he was trying to hit on me.

"Everyday after school a few friends of mine go get something to eat and hang out at the lake, you up for it?" He asked me.

I bit my lip, basically there were two options here. I could say no and go home and put up with my psychotic parents. Or I could say yes and get a tour of the town and find places where I can hide out.

"Sure," I decided.

He grinned at me, "Cool, I will wait for you after school." He stood up.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Jordan."

"What grade are you in? I haven't seen you in any of my classes."

"Eleven."

"Ah okay."

"And you?"

"Twelve."

"Ah youngster."

"Only by one year!"

"Still counts. See you."

I stared after him, a smile growing on my face. He was quite funny, I can see myself liking him...

Reviews

[Aphy!]

Hmmm, I want forty tattoos!!!
xD, good one Ang!
Really loved/enjoyed reading

[Angelique]

Thank you Aphy :) I wouldn't mind that either lol

[Emily]

I love how you started it!
Keep on writing!

[Angelique]

Thank you :)

[alifeacoustic]

Looks like someone is popular with the guys at least. :)
I can sort of recognise a little of me in this. Not that I changed schools in my teens, but I have found over the last four or five years that I have became more secluded (I refuse to use the word reclusive) Some people feel the need to constantly question why and seem to be more intrigued by me telling them it's none of their business. People ask too many questions anyway and can't understand that I don't care about whatever pettiness they are gossiping about. Newbies must feel this too. Not quite a part of things and bombarded by questions.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Story is moving along nice and steady, characters growing, easily paced, looking forward to part five :)

[Angelique]

Thank you very much, I am happy you are enjoying the read and the pace. It's like that with most people if they find you intriguing, then they tend to be in your space a lot more than normal.