A/N: I have a case insomnia, so I stayed up to god knows what time writing and editing this story. So to say I'm greatly pleased with the outcome of this story is a great understatement. I think the first chapter came out accordingly how I wanted. There are 4774 words, so I am very proud that for my first chapter I got to that length. *Applauses* Thank you, Thank you. Warning: This story contains a majority of cusses, not a lot though.

Not So Out There

A Bad Case of Blasphemy

"Screw off, insect"

I was about ready to punch the living daylight out of this cretin. He had his disgusting body pressed up against my locker as if owning it. I don't know what part of 'Screw off, insect' he didn't understand. I had clearly said before and might I mentioned politely, "Move your ass out of my locker." And he still wouldn't budge.

"Look you dumb ass. Move or I'll kick you right where it hurts" I am nothing but a coward and he was obviously starting something with me.

He blinked and side stepped to the next locker.

Was it THAT hard just to move? I don't think so.

I pushed him a little before opening my locker. I grabbed my Calculus text book and slammed my locker shut.

Now you probably think I'm some low tempered teenager with extreme mood swings. It's nothing really. I am going to warn you, however, I do have a tendency to be a little naïve.

Hmm I should probably introduce myself. The name is Evalisa Parks, and I'm a GothWithNoLife extraordinaire.

I'm the girl no one knows, you know the 'quiet one', the 'girl with low self esteem'. Yup, that's me. I live in a two story hell hole which people like to call home. I have a mom, a dad, two sisters, and a dog.

Oh did I forget about Jake.

Oooh, I think I did.

Jake Morris is my mom's boyfriend. He's the twenty something asshole that screws my mom now a days. My 'mother' still believes that we don't know about her late nightshifts, if you know what I'm saying. Mom and I don't have a regular relationship. Our typical mother to daughter conversation sorta goes like this:

Mom: Clean up your crap, we are eating as a family today

Me: Really? Is Jake coming too?

Mom: I don't know what you're talking about, now clean up you crap or I'll throw it out

Me: Aww too bad

Mom: (Leaves room)

And that's one of the nicest conversations I have with her. Others just start with a "Hi" and end up with my furious mother slamming the door. Other than my family is perfect. Ahem.

"Eva!"

I slowed down when I heard a familiar voice. I turned and waved unenthusiastically at one of my 'best' acquaintances Dena.

"Like have you heard. Oh my god, where is Reachelle" She greeted me. I rolled my eyes at her use of words. How many times can a person be capable of saying 'like' and 'oh my gods' in a day?

"Dunno, probably making out with her loser boyfriend," I checked my watch. "Got to go, I have a big Cal exam next period"

Dena nodded. "Alright hun. Go and ace that test. Mwuaz!"

Yeah Ok…

I hurried to my Calculus class, I made sure not to bump into anyone along the way. I was the first one to reach the class. I sat patiently in the first row and took my pencil out. I was going to kick some test ass today!

Ms. Mallory came into view a few minutes before the bell rang. She was your usual all American young teacher. She always came in dressed like it was her first day of teaching; she wore a navy blue suit and a pair of sophisticated spectacles.

"Hello Evalisa, I see you're ready for the exam. I added an extra bonus problem. It will do wonders for your grade"

I nodded at her and went back at staring at my No.2 pencil. The late bell rang and a bunch of walking morons strutted into class.

"All right class, the exam will begin shortly, so clear your desk and leave only a pencil and a sheet of scrap paper"

Blah-Blah-Blah, already did that just hand in the test.

The test was calling out my name. Eva…Eva...I quickly went over the first twenty problems and continued with the more difficult problems.

I was done with the test before the end of the period. I glanced at my clock and raised my hand. I had enough minutes to go and use the bathroom before the bell rang. Ms. Mallory noticed my hand up and retrieved my test, slowly surveying it.

"Ms. Mallory can I use the bathroom?"

"Go ahead Eva, but be back before the bell rings" She made a quick movement with her hands to mention I only had ten minutes to go and come back.

As if going to the bathroom will ever take me more than three minutes. I mean all I have to do is pee and wash my hands. I don't understand why others take so long. My bladder was about ready to explode; I rushed towards the corner a little too quickly and ended up hitting something and falling on the floor.

Shit, did I just hit a wall?

"Ow" I got up and cleaned the imaginary dust from my back. As I looked up my eyes landed on a guy, a very attractive guy.

"Oh Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going" I felt his eyes bore into mine. What the hell was up with this guy, hadn't he ever seen a girl before. He stayed silent and made no movement of leaving. My bladder once again began to protest so I had to do what a girls got to do in this case, I ran. I ran my ass off. I didn't even once turn back to look at the guy I had bump into. He was way out of my league anyway; attractive boys like him hardly ever took notice of me.

I arrived in the bathroom in time to pee safely; thankfully I still had time to go back to class and not be late for the bell. I washed my hands and quickly walked, making sure not to bump into anything this time.

The remaining three minutes went by and the bell rang. I walked towards my locker to put away my calc book and take out my chemistry one. I watched as one of my closest acquaintances, Minerva Williams passed by with her boyfriend Jack Blu, the brainless fuck that was all talk but no action. You can probably tell I don't like this guy, and that my friend is correct. Aside from his pompous and scornful attitude he was one the most wanted males in this retarded school. Why girls were attracted to this chauvinistic pig is beyond my recognition. Yes he was attractive and lean, but his attitude did nothing for his persona.

I quickly hid against my open locker and watched as they passed by. That was a close one. I took out my huge chemistry book and headed to my next class. I was already a few minutes late.

I reached my class right before the bell rang. I sat down in my usual seat and rested my head down. Mr. Asshole Moore came in carrying a bunch of papers, he glanced at me and wrinkled his nose.

Why the little fucker.

I knew he didn't like me, and hell he knew I didn't like him back, but did he really have to wrinkle his nose at me, that was just rude.

I gave him the finger when his back was facing me. Asshole…

"Miss Parks put that finger down"

I turned to look at two figures, the attendance lady who was giving me a disapproving face and the dude I had bumped into earlier. He was grinning. I felt my cheeks grow red from embarrassment. I slid my finger back to its regular position and faced the blackboard. This is not happening, I was not just caught flipping the asshole the finger. I saw both of them heading towards Mr. Moore, she told him something and left. He started to speak to this guy and motioned with his hands for him to wait. The bell rang and a whole bunch of students walked into class.

"Alright, settle down kids. I've got an announcement," He pointed at the guy. "This is Andrew Harley, new student from out of town. Would you like to say something about yourself?"

The whole class, especially the girls who were swooning over the new boy, faced the front. Something they didn't do very often. He didn't say a word.

"Ok then, take a seat"

The boy lazily strutted into the back where an available seat rested. Sheesh, he's a weird one.

The class went by fast, very fast. I started to pack my things up when I felt a tap. I turned to see Mr. Moore, looking rather stupidly with one of his hands on his bald head.

"Mr. Harley here needs someone to show him around"

"So" His point was…

"Don't answer back, or I'll call your parents! Now I need you to guide him around for the whole day" He said.

"I can't do it, I have to go home early today" I lied, of course. I was doing no favor for a guy who didn't like me.

"Oh. You better not be lying Ms. Parks or you'll be in big trouble" He turned around and headed towards the new boy. I glanced at them momentarily and headed out the room. I was nobody's personal guide.

Sheesh.

I hate English! I really hate it. What's the whole point in learning nouns and what not. I see no point really. The whole period I had been stuck on one simple problem, even which even Minerva knew the answer to. What has this world come to? Not only do I hate English, but I hate the class itself. I mean I'm stuck with a bunch of cheery retards wooing about their 'totally awesome' boyfriends or their 'really cute' dress. You have to feel at least a bit sorry for me. I have to be in the same class with them for an hour, it's a very awful position to be in.

Gladly, the period ended. It took forever, but it ended.

Now my destination was the lunchroom.

I took a seat at the round table my acquaintances and I usually sat. I was always the first to arrive, I had nothing else to do than just come straight to the lunchroom while they went to the bathroom to check on their make up.

What should I get? The chicken? No, the pizza is better, yea-

I felt a disturbing tap on my shoulder. It was probably just Cassie wanting to tell me some of her irrelevant and useless 'gossip'. I didn't turn, instead I waited for her to sit. The tapping continued, and I grew annoyed so I just turned, and to my utter surprise I found the new boy staring right at me.

"Yes" I was trying very hard to hide my annoyance, but failed miserably.

"I thought you had to go home"

"My parents forgot to pick me up" I answered hastily, who the hell did this guy think he was?

"Sure they did" With that said, he turned around and headed for the exit. I felt horrible, in fact I felt more than just horrible I felt like a bitch.

Oh well…maybe next time I'll be just a little nicer.

Deciding on the pizza, I started towards the cafeteria, where a bunch of juniors and seniors stood, waiting to pay for there lunches. The line to the cashier was incredible, there were at least over twenty students waiting to pay.

Mc Donald's sure sounds like a better option right now.

I headed towards the school exit and flashed the security guard the schools ID. I took out the keys to my old Nissan and headed towards the mall. I had exactly forty five minutes to go, eat and then come back. Great, just what I needed a freaking red light. This is exactly why I don't go out to eat. It takes me just twenty minutes to reach the mall and it only leaves me five minutes to sit down and eat. I glanced at the red light, mentally cursing it for taking so long to change. After what seemed like half an hour had passed, the light changed. I speeded my way out and got to the mall just in time to order out.

"Hello Mc Donald's how the hell may I help you" The girl on the intercom did not sound so friendly.

"Um. Yea let me get a happy meal. No pickles on the hamburger, and coke"

"Ok, that'll be four with fifteen cents, come up front"

I pulled out a five dollar bill and drove to the front. I saw a girl who evidently did not look happy, at all. She opened up the small window and literally demanded the money.

Talk about being bitchy

The girl handed me the happy meal bag, without a toy. What's a happy meal without its toy? I turned to look back at the girl, who was punching something on the cashier register.

"Miss, what about the toy?" She looked at me and went back to taking an order. Hell no, she did not just ignore me!

"Excuse me miss, you forgot the toy?" This time she didn't even look towards my direction.

"Listen you bitch, give me the fucking toy or else I'll go up there and cut your eyeballs out" I made sure to emphasize each and everyone of the words that came out of my mouth.

She looked at me and grinned, handing me a small little bag. Fucking psychopaths, what the hell was she grinning for? I stepped on the accelerator and headed back to school. I looked at the time and saw that I had twenty minutes left to eat. Weird.

I parked all the way in the back of the parking lot. I opened up my bag and started eating my hamburger. I felt something crunchy and disgusting in my mouth. It was a fucking pickle.

Note to self: Get the girl's sorry ass fired.

I am not one to brag, but when it came to my studies I excelled in every way possible. That's a good thing to be proud of; especially since that is the only thing I'm best at. My dad used to always tell me (When I was small, of course) that I was the brightest kid out there and that he was very proud of me, but that all happened to changed right after he found out about my 'mothers' affair. He began to drown himself with many bottles of alcohol and sometimes even pass out on our living room. He had begun with his drinking right after he had spotted my 'mom' and Jake doing their daily activities in our kitchen table. Yes, the kitchen table. The table we all sat on occasionally to have a supposed family reunion. It's been a year since I have stepped foot in that kitchen.

Dad was devastated and that drove him to become an alcoholic. He would come home certain nights drunk out of his mind to lock himself inside his room muttering obscenities about my mom's boy toy. I can't really say what drove my mom to go screw some other guy, but one thing I can clear out for you is that she ruined our whole lives. My older sister Anna was the only one that seemed to comprehend 'her', her as in the mother I am stuck with. Anna only being twenty one had taken the news about 'her' affair rather calmly. I wouldn't be surprised to know that she already knew about 'her' whereabouts.

My younger sister by four years, Katie did not take the abrupt news so easily. The great image of a perfect and lovely mother she had towards 'her' vanished like thin air. She was disappointed in everyway possible. There are a lot of things that thirteen year olds like her can take their aggression out on, and she chose to close herself. She hasn't said a word to me or the whole family for over a year, and I understand her.

Aside from my dysfunctional family, everything is great. In less then two years I would be out of this shit hole and attend college. It's not that that I'm trying to run away and avoid the obvious problem, I just need time to sort my thoughts out.

Thinking about time, I don't have enough time to get this stupid report done with. I looked at my clock and headed towards the library. I had last period of study hall, and enough time to finish the research paper. I was glad to see that there wasn't anyone inside the library. There was something very eerie about our schools library. If you weren't familiarized with the sections then you would get lost easily, and I know this because it's happened to me. I sat all the way in the back of the library where no one would see me. I liked it that way, to be unnoticed. I sat down and vigorously started on my paper.

Knock

There was a faint knock on the other side of the section. I disregarded it. It was probably only the wooden floor creaking.

Knock… Knock

I inhaled sharply.

It's only the wooden floor…

Knock…Knock…Knock…Knock

Ok! Maybe it's not the floor. I glanced at the other section but saw utter darkness. I gathered my books and slowly lifted my butt of the chair.

Knock…Knock…Knock…Knock…Knock

Holy mother of Jesus! I hurried as quickly as I could out of the section. The knocking continued, so I ran. I ran like I had to use the bathroom, I ran like there was no tomorrow, I ran like… you know what I mean. I just ran fast! The knocking stopped, and I slowed my pace. I was beginning to see the light. My god how corny does that sound. I was out of breath but I couldn't stop running.

I reached the exit. I slumped behind the open door, my heart beating like crazy and with my vision suddenly gone blurry. A foot suddenly came into view, then another.

"Why were you running like crazy?"

I froze at the sound of 'his' voice.The new boy.

I looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes studying my current position.

"Was that you?" I asked viciously.

He looked rather baffled. He cocked his head to a side and narrowed his eyes in confusion. I studied him for a second. He towered over my five foot and seven inch stature. His black hair looked messy, like he had just woken up without brushing it. It gave him a very mysterious façade. He was built, but not too built. Perfect to fit in with the jocks. Another one of them. I grimaced.

I let out a frustrated sigh and shook my head. It had been him. Bastard. I turned and started to walk away. He had no right to do that, it was immoral and fucking wrong. I decide to just walk away, no point in arguing with a bitch like him.

I was so submerged with a mental image of suffocating the new boy that I failed to notice heavy footsteps approaching behind me.

"Do you do that normally?" My head snapped towards his direction.

I shot him a death glare and continued, fastening my pace.

Breath in…Out…In…Out…

I stole a quick glance at him. He was still there! Following me like an idiot, did he have nowhere else to go? I shot him another nasty glare when he was looking to advice him that I was in no mood to play around. He evidently did not catch my drift. I had no idea where the hell I was going. I realized that I was approaching the lunchroom. Now I didn't have enough time to finish my paper, so that meant I had to go home early. Shit, thanks a lot fucker.

I stopped hastily, causing him to trip on his own feet. I sniggered, serves him damn right. When he regained his composure he glared at me and smirked.

Why in the world is he smirking?

"Wipe that smirk of your face bastard, there's nothing entertaining here. What the hell was your problem back there? What are you some kind psychopath that takes pleasure in scaring young vulnerable girls" I spoke acidly, the last part was just an exaggeration to state my obvious point.

He had this dangerous look on his eyes, like if he was ready to murder me. "What if I am?" His reply came out maliciously.

I will be lying if I said I wasn't scared.

I cleared my throat as I spoke: "What if you're what?"

He smirked again. "A psychopath that takes pleasure in scaring young vulnerable girl, like you" His features held no emotion.

O.k. scary, maybe I should just walk away subtly.

"I'm not vulnerable, you asshole" There it goes, my mouth talked without consulting it with my brain. He raised his hand as if to strike me, but instead he petted my head as if I were a little dog.

"One day, you are going to regret speaking before thinking about what you're going to say"

Hell No!

"It's that a fucking threat?!" I hissed. No one threatened me and got away with it.

"Evalisa Parks, what kind of language is that? Please lower your voice and head to class. Both of you" I looked at the new incomer. Ms. Phips the bitchiest teacher this school ever had, right after Mr. Moore.

"Fucking fine" I turned and headed the opposite direction of the lunchroom. The parking lot. I felt a pair of eyes penetrating the back of my head. Damn all the new students. Damn them all to hell!

It was two thirty when I got home. Nobody was there. 'She' was probably 'working', and dad most likely drinking away his sorrows. I ran up to my room not even glancing at the large kitchen across from the living room. That was hells kitchen. I opened the door to my room and was welcomed with the sweet aroma of potpourri. Who put that crap there? I wrinkled my nose in disgust and searched from where the hideous smell was coming from. Unfortunately for me, I did not find it. I started on my paper and finished it just in time to hear a rather disturbing noise coming from my parent's room. It was probably just my drunken dad. I sighed and headed towards my bed. Today had been and interesting day. I met the annoying new boy with no life, and the evil girl from the Mc Donald's.

I mentally sighed.

I rested my head against my pillow, and counted the sheep's on my ceiling (not literally), and fell into a slumber.

I woke up to a rather rude bang on my door. I covered my sleepy face with my hands and groaned. Go away! Go away! Eleven fifty, what the hell do they want at eleven fifty at night!

"Yes" I groaned through my hands

"Open this door Eva, its important" I heard the voice of my sister Anna. We hardly spoke so it was a surprise to hear that we were in speaking terms now. I slowly got out of bed, taking my sweet time to answer the door. I opened it and was shock to see my sister bawling her eyes out. I did not know what to do in this kind of situations.

"Eva I need your help. Oh I couldn't handle it anymore"

I looked at her sympathetically. After all she is my sister.

"What do you need me to do, just tell me and I'll do it" I patted her back gently as she began to hiccup. Her green eyes were filled with tears. She looked tired and very thin, something I hadn't noticed before. Her brown hair was put in what looked to be a ponytail, but now I couldn't really tell because she looked like a mess. Her once lively and warming eyes had disappeared, they now looked like mine. Just green and dreary. Her thin figure reminded me so much of my own, skinny and weak.

"I got fired. I exploded Eva, I really did. I couldn't handle all the pressure. Dad called me this afternoon to tell me he needed money because he spent it all on his drinking. And I told him I only had enough to pay the bills and buy the grocery, he started to cuss at me and tell me I'm just like her, a good for nothing slut that is…"

She started to cry. I couldn't say I felt her pain because to be honest I didn't know how she felt. I had been avoiding her and everyone else. I was so consumed in myself, that I forgot that there were others suffering. I hugged her tightly.

"I didn't know what to do, honestly. Eva I need your help"

She looked at me, her eyes imploring me to help her out. I nodded. She had been keeping all her feelings bottled up inside, and now she had released it. She started to explain why they had fired her and how she had pleaded them that she needed the job, but it was futile. Anna was certainly not one to be fired easily. She's a great worker and cooperates in every way possible. So it was a shock to hear that her boss fired her. She asked me to get a part time so I can help out, she needed some time to look for a job and whilst she did that she needed someone to help out incase there was an emergency. I agreed to help out. It was the least I could do for her. Now I realized that my mom's affair had caused such a major impact on her as it did on me, except she had disguised it.

I couldn't sleep. There was so much happening, I felt guilty for what was happening to Anna. She had been fired because she had exploded. She needed to release what had been bottled up for so long. Unfortunately, she exploded at the worst time possible.

I heard an annoying voice, followed by an aggravating huff. There were two people speaking on the radio about morning breath. Morning breath, for crying out loud. I raised my hand, annoyed about what the world had become. I couldn't find the alarm clock. Not bothering to lift my face from my pillow, I avidly searched for the damned clock. There you are. I grabbed the alarm clock and banged it against my wall, something a normal person wouldn't do. But hey, we are talking about me. The annoying voices suddenly stopped, and I smiled pleased.

I got up unwillingly. I hate school! I mentally whined. School to begin with was for sociable dimwits that enjoyed interacting with each other. Not for social loners like me. Lets just forget for a minute that I have acquaintances that use 'like' and 'oh my gods' one hundred times in their sentence. They were accidental friends. You know the ones that ask for your help and after you agree to help them they never remove themselves from you. Yup, that's them. They swear I'm 'like' their good luck charm, so whenever they need to cheat off from someone they come to me. Yippee…

I took a quick shower and changed into my usual large black shirt and gray sweat pants. I looked at my worn out sneakers, the left shoe had a large opening exposing a bit of my sock. I shrugged and put them on. I was always told that it's better to have something on than nothing. I grabbed my backpack and headed towards my sisters room. She was snoring louder than ever, so I decided not to wake her up. I noticed dad wasn't in his room, probably had gotten too drunk to come home. Mom was absent also. Gasp. Big surprise there.

Not!

She was probably at Jake's, 'working'.

Eww…working.

There was nothing worse than having a mental imagery of your mother and her co-worker banging each other like a couple of animals from the discovery channel, so let's put it this way: I felt utterly disturbed, already.

I felt like I needed to destroy something. Anything.

Hmm…maybe being disturbed wasn't such a bad thing. This will definitely give me a reason to be upset and demolish all of the idiots that dare to contradict me. Hmmm…

Today might not end up being such a bad day after all….

A/N: I hope you guys liked it, really. Eva came out just how I wanted her. Andrew came out little on the soft side, but I'll straighten his attitude as the story progresses. So basically Eva is a chick with major psychological issues, hey we've all had them sometime in our lives. And Andrew is obviously a dude with staring issues. I haven't really talked about him because I want to stay focused on Eva, but I'll talk more about his past in later chapters. Hmm, that's all I had to say. Review people, review.