Take My Heart - Part one.

Take My Heart. He was the new kid. She just saw him from the shadows. Then one day, she spoke to him, and he talked to her too. They became great friends. But he has a dark secret. He's got cancer and doesn't know how much longer he has to live. She fi

Take My Heart
[[Part One]]

             “Hey Jenn. Stop spacing out. You keep doing it. But mostly a lot today." Jen snapped out of her daze with a start.
               She'd been imagining what would happen after her dad married his girlfriend, which he was.
               Probably ignore her more than he did. His girlfriend was basically his life. Jenn was just there, left to fend for herself. She made her own food, did her own laundry, paid the bills. She was a girl in a house waiting for her dad to notice her. To notice she existed and was alive. The emptiness sometimes made her lonely, but it always reminded her that there was no one else there for her. Any relatives that she had lived out farther than they should.  Besides, she didn’t want to rely on someone to help her. She had taught herself that a long time ago, when her father had brought home his first girlfriend since her mom died, when she was seven.
            “Sorry Taylor," Jenn apologized.

             Taylor was one of her friends, not her best friend, but just a friend she's had since the second year of middle school. Since then, they'd matured a bit, but not a whole lot, only being in grade 10. They were still stupid, and idiots, had no sense of maturity at all. Or at least, that’s the way Jenn saw it.
              It was mid January and the weather wasn't showing any signs of warming up. If anything, it was just getting cold. Hopefully, it would clear up around after Valentine’s Day.  It usually did
            “You space out a lot, Jenn," added Angela, another friend.
            “I’m sorry. Just thinking things," Jenn said, hoping they believed her half lie.

            They always did. They didn't care about Jenn enough to actually find out what was wrong with her. They knew she made them look good. Jenn was friends with almost everyone. She was their gateway person, sort of like Marijuana, the gateway drug, to access other people and get to them in ways they didn’t think possible, and then blame it on someone.
            “If you say so," chided Adriana, the girly girl of their group of four.
             Jenn was so much different than them. You hear the name Jenn and you think blond or brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, tall. But this Jenn was different. She'd heard a rumour that she own friends had dubbed her emo child.  She wouldn’t be surprised though, she had heard a lot of things that they had said about her behind her back.
             Jenn had black hair, straight that curled a little bit at the end, and green eyes. Her skin tone was a light brown. Jenn was five feet tall. She was the shortest girl that you would ever meet. But she had the biggest heart ever. A pure sacred heart, filled with pure innocence, except for the part where it had been exposed to the world, and all its black and evil and darkness that had leaked into hear heart. That part of her heart couldn’t be cleansed by her alone, she needed help. She was just waiting for the right person to come along to help her. Maybe she would find that person, maybe she wouldn’t.
             They made their way down the hall to the cafeteria. It wasn't that Jenn spaced out on purpose, or for a particular reason at all. Listening to her "friends" talk for a long period of time was horribly boring. When all someone talked about was all the items in the makeup aisle at WallMart, and had it all pretty much memorized, then an ordinary person would be bored too.
              When Jenn spaced out, peace actually existed. Too bad it was only in her mind. Because all outside the boundaries her mind was in, chaos had erupted. It was rapidly corrupting every soul, mind and body. The psyche would turn black and the world would be at a loss. They’d lose all hope. Whilst spacing out, or doing her “deep heavy thinking", as Angela had so nicely put it, Jenn often thought of her beloved mother. Deceased at an early age, Jenn never met her, had no memories of her at all. But for some odd reason, Jenn remembered her scent. What she smelled like and her voice. Her voice would flit through Jenn's mind at the randomest times. It just happened. Just like that. It was clear as well, as if she was talking directly into Jenn’s ear, or was standing right beside her.
              Having photographs as proof, she looked a lot like her mother. This time in the daydream, they were in a field. A daisy field. They were her mother's favourite flower. Her mother was standing in the midst of them, turned away from Jenn. Jenn stepped forward, desperate to be with her. Her mother heard the sound and turned her head, towards Jenn and smiled. She outstretched her hand for Jenn to take. Jenn dashed towards her. Just when she was about to touch her hand, she was erupted and her mind blacked out, sending the sweet daydream in a hurling twirl away from the walls of her concealed memory.
              “JENN!" All three Angela, Taylor and Adriana had shrieked, very loudly, might she add.
Furious, Jenn stomped away from them, but not before muttering something unintelligentable under her breath about them.
              Her "friends" always prevented Jenn from actually touching her mother in a daze. She was always interrupted before she could. Jenn walked to her favourite tree on the school grounds. This was where she came to do all her thinking, to sort out something that she didn’t understand. She always came to sit under this tree whenever her “friends” did something, or when something was troubling her.  She would sit in her usual haven of grass and shade and the tree with its vibrant leaves in different shades of green and red all on the same tree.
              Except there was snow on the ground now, being cold January. Jenn didn’t like bugging people with her problems. They’d probably think she did it to anyone who had ears and would listen. Or the fact that they probably thought she had a reason to annoy them, seeing as how her dad is never home, she works two jobs, and her mom has died.

          One would think that she had a lot of emotional stress along with attitude problems, but she was a good kid. She was raising herself up through her teen years, mothering her own soul seeing as how father didn’t give three cents to call and ask if she was okay, and her mother was no longer in this world.

         She noticed a dark figure walking towards the school. Otherwise known as hell, according to Jenn. Well it wasn’t exactly hell, but it could be when it wanted to. Which was a lot frequently. He stopped walking and looked at Jenn. His hood was drawn but Jenn could see his amber-hazel eyes twinkle. She didn’t think he was a student here at Lakeshore, yet anyways. She would know if he was, she knew almost everyone. She guessed he was transferring over from another school. Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen him around the neighbourhood either.
              “A bit cold to be sitting on the ground isn't it?" he called, grinning. His voice sounded like heaven. As if you could describe what heaven would sound like in mere mortal words. In all sincerity, his voice was one like that Jenn had never heard before. Pure sweetness.
              “Depends," Jenn called back, taking her chances and maybe earning herself another friend. As if she didn’t have enough of those.
                The guy laughed. “You must be pretty warm then." His laugh was just another perfect touch to his already perfect features. It was music to her ears.
               “Maybe," Jenn answered back.

                Although she couldn't see him well, Jenn memorized his face, his figure, and his voice. He made her feel better. His voice alone allowed her to escape the screaming that Jenn often heard from other people's wounded souls. Their hurt, loss and sorrow. All their problems and shattered hearts. Jenn could see it. Her father had often told her, when she was little, that her mother could see pain. Jenn had possibly inherited that. She didn’t know for sure. But she was positive that she had a little bit of it for sure.
                 “Well I've got to go inside. Bye." He flashed a smile and walked towards the school. He looked contrite.
                  “Bye," Jenn called.
                   That short moment, when he looked at her and smiled, made Jenn smile and would probably be glued to her memory and would help her get along. His contrite expression was priceless. It was just so . . .cute. Wait, did Jenn just think that his contrite expression was cute. In all the sixteen years of her life, she'd never thought someone was cute. There was something wrong with her. She'd never felt his way before, she didn't know what it was called, or what to make of it.
             Jenn pushed the puzzled thoughts away and fiddled with her nose ring. She'd gotten it when she was ten, because her mom had gotten one when she was ten too.
Right now she had in a sparkling blue stone. It was barely noticeable. Unless you looked real close. Jenn wished she had the courage to ask that guy his name. She’d probably never see him again anyway.
             With a sigh, Jenn got off the snow and headed back into the school (hell) for third period. Since it was second semester, Jenn had science third period. Just as the bell rang, Jenn walked in the classroom and to the back corner, to her seat. She sat alone in this class, even though Taylor, Angela and Adriana sat just in front of her. She ignored them as she passed them. She sat down and wrote in her special book.  Writing always had some hold on her. She couldn’t express her emotions out loud, so using ink and trees was the next best thing. She poured out her emotions as fast as she could write.

            As usual, her “friends" were being extra loud. They were talking about the hot football player Taylor's brother knows. They were so plastic that it wasn't even funny. For once, Jenn wanted to meet someone in this school who wasn't like them. Someone not plastic, or fake. Bored out of her thoughts, Jenn flipped to a new piece of paper in her notebook and started drawing. She rarely drew, but when she did it was good, but under the influence of her broken feelings. Penn was never a good choice to draw with for her, but she did it anyways. Maybe she was feeling just a little rebellious.
            Jenn hardly understood herself anymore. She wanted someone to figure her out. Their science teacher started talking, about something that made Jenn wonder why people had to know this stuff. There was a knock on the door and the teacher went to go answer it. He came back, with a student dressed all in black trailing behind him. Jenn didn’t look up, just listened to the dialogue.
           "Class, we have a new student. His name is Spencer Cherish. Please make him feel welcome. Spencer, you can go sit beside . . . Jenn. Miss Greer, please raise your hand."

             Jenn absentmindedly raised her hand, not looking up. Her real last name was actually Forshen, but her dad had submitted " Greer " on the school form, his last name. The one she hated. The new student plonked down beside her, hardly making any noise at all for a guy. If she hadn’t known he was coming, she probably wouldn’t have noticed or heard him.

             Curious, Jenn looked over and almost fell out of her chair. It was the guy who'd talked to her outside! But he was giving off a different vibe. One that implied that he wanted to be left alone. Jenn didn't say anything throughout class, only stole some glances at Spencer. She had only seen him from semi-far away, and she had to agree that he was more gorgeous right beside her. Only she’d never tell him that.
            So his name was Spencer. Jenn spun her pencil in her hand but it slipped and fell on the ground. She cursed and reached down to get it, but Spencer had already picked it up. He held it out to her, a tiny hint of a smile on his face. As Jenn reached out to take it, she swore that when hers and Spencer's hands accidentally brushed, there was a spark.
         Jenn doesn't lie.
          Spencer then turned away, but Jenn had a feeling that he was still smiling.

Author's Note

uhm, yeah, part one. I hope you like it. ^^