Okay, so here's a new fanfiction. You might not get the first couple of chapters, like what it has to do with the Jonas Brothers, but you'll find out. :D Hope you enjoy! BTW, please, please, please!!! tell me what you think. Thanks :]
Chapter 1
I sat patiently in the brown leather office chair as the medical waiver hung limp from my hands. It was the first day of school at Eastwood Lincoln Memorial High School and students rushed past the office while secretaries scrambled around the room, trying to keep order as new students filed in. I leaned back in my seat and glanced at the new students; there were five. They all seemed to be pretty normal, but one especially caught my eye. He had jet black hair that stopped just above his eyebrows and halted at the middle of his ears. It was very straight and stuck up in all directions as if he hadn’t combed it for days. Meanwhile, his green eyes darted everywhere under the shadows of his thick horn-rimmed glasses. He was wearing regular, faded old Levi’s and an old band t-shirt. He seemed very nervous and kept tapping his fingers against the side of his legs as he bit his lower lip continually.
“Sweetie…sweetie….hello?”
“Oh…sorry.” I mumbled as I got up out of my chair and headed across the room to the front desk. The secretary just mumbled something in reply and told me that my medical form for this year was way past due and was supposed to be turned in at the end of last year.
“I know,” I blushed, “but I was kind of absent the last couple of weeks of school last year.” As memories flooded past from those last weeks of May from the previous school year, the secretary just took my form and thanked me as I quickly turned around to leave. The first bell had already rung and I was already filled with nervous anticipation for the new school year.
“Um…honey?”
“Yes…” I replied before heading out the door.
“Could you please come back here?” I slightly nodded as I made my way back over to the front desk, wondering what could possibly be wrong. When I reached the front desk, I noticed the boy with the green eyes that I had been looking at earlier, standing absentmindedly a few feet away from the desk. The secretary then leaned over and spoke quietly as the jewelry on her neck jiggled up and down from the jiggle of fat rolls that lay underneath her chin.
“Um…this boy is new here---from Canada, and it would be a big help if he could follow you around for this first week of school so he can get the feel of things. He’s just arrived in here two days ago and hasn’t got a clue about anything, so could you?”
“Uh…sure. No problem.” I faked a smile as I glanced over at the boy who was looking intently at the wall in front of him.
“Thanks.” She smiled as I hurried over to mysterious boy.
“Hi, I’m Remy.” I said happily, but not too much so so that he wouldn’t think I was an over-enthusiast. I held out my hand for him to shake, but he just turned away from the wall and nodded. As I let my arm fall against the side of my body, he leaned over to pick up his bag from off the ground.
“John Paul.” He gruffly replied, clearing his throat afterwards.
“So they told me you just moved here from Canada…” He just nodded in reply.
“Which part?” I urged on.
“Um…Toronto,” he said, barely above an audible whisper.
“Well, my first class is English so I guess you can just come with me.” I said as I made my way into Room 1200, Mrs. Peck’s class. Class had already started and I quickly made my way to the back of the room where two empty desks sat, one behind the other. As I was about to sit down, Mrs. Peck cleared her throat loudly and motioned for me to come up to the front where she had been talking to the class. After making my way up there, the whole class staring at me, she led me to her desk.
“What’s your name?” She said in hushed tones.
“Remy…Remy Thomas.” I gulped.
“And who’s that?” She snipped, throwing her head towards John Paul who sat idly in the back of the room, staring at his desk.
“Uh…he’s new…from Canada. His name’s John Paul. The office just asked me if I would show him around the school for a week, that’s all.” I said, quickly relaying the information as I looked around the classroom nervously.
“Okay, you may return to your seat and please try not to be late again.” She emphasized, saying it louder so that the whole class could hear.
“Sorry,” I mumbled as I took my seat in the back of the room. The next two classes passed in the same manner except for the short episode that had occurred in English. John Paul followed me, barely speaking while I filled the teachers in on the affair and explained to John Paul whatever was necessary. Finally, after third period, lunch arrived and I led John Paul into the cafeteria, handing him a tray and some plastic silverware as we approached the lunch line.
“There’s hot lunch, which seems to be spaghetti today, and sandwich line which usually consists of hamburger, hotdog, or corndog. There’s also a sandwich fridge over there for regular sandwiches such a peanut butter and jelly or ham and turkey, and there’s a salad bar. There’s also pizza if you don’t want any of that.” I explained as we waited in the lunch line. I expected him to take off for the pizza or the salad bar as many kids did on their first day, fearing the school lunch, but he just waited beside me, looking aimlessly around the cafeteria, not saying a word. As I stepped up to receive the spaghetti, John Paul followed suit, taking exactly everything I had from the lunch counter: a bowl of spaghetti, a piece of garlic bread, a pudding cup, and chocolate milk. After paying for our lunch, I led us to my usual table and found that Grace, one of my best friends and a frequent at our table, already there, chowing down on a piece of pizza.
“Hey…” She said, sneaking suspicious glances at John Paul as he took a seat beside me.
“Grace, this is John Paul. John Paul, this is Grace.” I responded, introducing the two. While Grace waved and smiled, John Paul just nodded in reply and started eating, keeping his head low. “John Paul is from Canada and I’m showing him around the school for a week.” I continued to say.
“Cool” Grace simply replied as she took another bite of pizza.
“Where is everyone?” I asked curiously, wiping my face after taking a few bites of spaghetti.
“They still must be in line,” Grace shrugged, taking a sip of her milk.
“Um…we usually have about seven other people sit with us at lunch, but they still must be in line or coming in from their third period class.” I explained to John Paul as I looked around the cafeteria for any hint of my friends. Finally, I spotted Amber and motioned for her to come join us. She then hurried over, a brown paper lunch bag in hand, as she took a seat next to Grace.
“Amber, this is John Paul. John Paul, this is Amber.” I ushered, introducing the two. “John Paul is from Canada and I’m showing him around school for a week.”
“Hi!” Amber chirpily responded as she flicked her straight, long brown hair over her left shoulder.
“Hey,” John Paul mumbled, moving on to his pudding. After everyone else had joined the table and each person had been introduced to John Paul, we then started to chatter aimlessly about summer, school, boys, and anything else that happened to come up. Meanwhile, John Paul just sat there, having finished his lunch, tapping his hands against his legs and bobbing his head up and down to an invisible beat.
“So what did you do this summer, John Paul?” Emma asked, her head perched on palms of her hands as she leaned across the table towards John Paul.
“Oh....uh…nothing really,” he stuttered, caught off guard.
“Oh, come on. You must have done something.” She said, playfully tapping his arm and batting her long, black eyelashes.
“Um…go to Disneyworld?” He slightly smirked, not phased one bit by her pretentious flirting.
“Oh…that sounds fun.” She said as she shrank back in her chair, disappointed by the lack of response from her flirtatious attempts. After that, John Paul said nothing at lunch and the rest of us continued with our usual routine. After lunch, the day flew by slowly, and I soon found myself, dropping John Paul off back at the office like he was a little boy in trouble.
“So do you need a ride home? My brother could bring you if it’s not too far.” I offered, taking my cell phone out of the front pocket of my schoolbag.
“No thanks. My mom’s coming, but thanks anyway.”
“Wow…I think that’s the most you’ve spoken all day.” I remarked, leaning up against the wall as I secretly hoped he wouldn’t take my joke too seriously.
“Um…yeah…sorry about that,” he nervously laughed, playing with a loose string on the end of his shirt.
“No problem,” I smiled as I started to head out the door. “You sure you don’t need a ride?”
“Positive.” He stated as a slight smile spread across his face.
“Okay…well I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye” I waved as I headed out the door, prepared to face another day with this mysterious boy.
****I'll post chapter two if y'all like it.*****
