8Hot and Cold
Chapter 1: Hating Mondays
"And its time you open up
I've got the mightiest touch
Let me touch your body and your soul…"
WHAM!
Arrgh… Why do radio stations have to play this crap so early in the morning?!
8.02am
With tremendous effort and I mean it took every, inch of will power to drag myself out of bed to face the worst day of the week…
Monday. I hated getting up on Monday to find my self with five whole days of school to face. I am of course still half asleep so when I felt a hand tap me on my back, I let out a scream and leapt back to only trip over my self landing on my bum. Oww… that really hurt… So you've probably already figured at I'm bit of a klutz.
While rubbing my poor behind, I give my maid a half hearted glare…
"Oh my God Rosa you scared me!"
"So sorry I'm just here to give you your uniform missy" She helped me up and then laid my clothes on my bed.
Rosa raised me for the age of 3 so she has been my housekeeper for about 14 years. Yeah I know that jut sounded as if I am stuck up rich snob, but I'm not… I'm not even that rich… well not as rich as half the kids that go to my school.
Looking at the time it was 8.15am, shibby I was going to be late! I glanced in the mirror; I tied my chestnut hair back it is kind of annoying having your hair layered with bits sticking up every where. I had hazel green eyes which was my only redeeming feature I had, besides that I was pretty plain and I never wear make up so 5 minutes later I was clean, ready not necessarily happy, but indeed ready for school. I swear I get ready faster than boys do these days, I mean its only school right?! I shiver at the thought of what time the cheerleaders have to get up by to get them selves ready!
Shaking my head to rid myself of those horrid horrid images, I race down the fleet of stairs and head out the door. And surely as expected Josh is ready to drive me to school.
"Josh how many times do I have to tell you I can open the car door myself!"
Josh is 24 and pretty cool and not the typical driver. His father used to work for my family until he retired 4 yeas ago and so Josh came to replace him and just between you and me Josh isn't that bad in the looks department but for your information I am not boy crazy. Josh is like a friend since I hang out with him when I am at home. One of the most annoying habits Josh has is that he tends to actually act like a chauffer and I know he does it on purpose just to piss me off!
I got in the car; with Josh ignoring my protests closed the door to the Lexus himself and started to drive me to school. Its not like I don't have my licence or anything or that I'm a spoilt brat it's just much more practical to be dropped off. Otherwise I'd have to go to school a WHOLE HOUR EARLIER just to find a car park.
Ravelyn Ville Elite School… It's my final year this year… THANK GOD! Sigh I have been there since junior high and let me tell you as the years gone by NOTHING has changed. There are the jocks, cheersquealer oops I mean cheerleaders… the 'Populars', the prefects AKA the academics, the other sports players besides the oh so mighty footballers…Oh of course the socially out casted 'freaks and geeks' as the jocks like to refer to them as. However, not all of them freaks and geeks many of them are perfectly normal but are on scholarships and its quite unfortunate our school are full of moneybag brats.
Well what about me? No I don't fit in with the populars I can't stand them and their snobby ways and no I'm not classified as a freak or a geek. Where do I fit you may be wondering… well I actually play hockey… a little unusual and it isn't a sport many people believe I would play. I am 5'5, nice slightly tanned who is neat and presentable and looks like a shy and quiet type of girl, so people often assume I'm a prefect. But like my team mates and my dear insufferable cousin, Ray, likes to say… when I play hockey I am Satan himself… It's pretty much where I vent my angry out but on poor girls in other schools.
So your probably thinking because I play a cool sport like hockey I would associate with the 'Populars' if I wanted to (which I DON'T!)… but no according to them the girls hockey team is just above the freaks and geeks in the social ladder.. Why you may ask is girls hockey not recognised as a proper sport by the school is because of the brainless asshole jocks who somehow have this belief that just because we had a girl who prefers women over men in the team then the WHOLE girls hockey team is full of lesbians! Why God? Did you not have enough time to give them functioning brains?! I am guessing you've figured out what makes me such an unhappy trooper by now.
"Well are you just gonna continue looking at your school or actually go in?"
OMG I didn't realise I was in such a deep thought that I didn't notice we had arrived at my school. I smiled sheepishly at him as I got out of the car.
"Cya Josh, you can pick me up at the usual time…"
Oh no I better hurry to homeroom otherwise I'll be late and I can't be bothered facing my grumpy old homeroom teacher, especially not on the first day back of the winter term!
… But hey no point in fighting fate! If it's my destiny that I should by chance miss homeroom then so be it.
Wow… I am in shock… it only took 5 minutes to get to my locker… hmm not bad, usually it would take me 15-20 minutes but then again that includes having to avoid all the jocks and their followers. I dislike them a lot… so I believe that keeping out of their way is the best way to survive this school. The less people who know you… the better. I even go to extreme lengths like when I am elected to be the girls hockey captain (I've been elected to be captain for 3years now… not to be bragging or anything it's just that there aren't many girls in the team so the girls from different year levels are put in the one team), so when I have to go up on stage during assembly to get my badge sigh I know its sad and all… but I wear a blonde wig.
The funny thing is no one besides my team and stupid cousin who happens to unfortunately go to the same school as me knows what I do. It is quite dumb that no one else has picked it up as yet. I kinda feel a bit smug about it.
I closed my locker door, when all of a sudden someone grabbed me around my waist and put a hand covering my mouth. I could feel their hot stinky breath on my ear as they leaned in.
"Naughty girl… trying to cut homeroom?" I instantly know who it is… so I gave into gravity and let my foot come crashing down on their foot.
"Shit Kayla that really hurt!"
My cousin, Ray, was hopping up and down while rubbing his injured foot. It was quite hilarious looking at him.
"Yeah yeah just keep laughing at me why don't ya?!"
Well since I had his permission I did just that.
Ray and I looked very similar except for the fact that his hair was a darker brown than my own and instead of hazel eyes he had light brown. I guess we had many of the same facial features so I can't see why people think he is so 'freakn HOT!' as one of the cheersquealers put it. Ray was supposedly charming in his own way so I guess that's why so many people adored him. He wasn't a jock but he fits well in that group anyway… yuck don't know how he can put up with them.
"You must be very bored Raymond, as socialising with your cousin isn't usually on you agenda."
"Come on cuz how many times do I have to tell you I haven't hung out with that crowd in ages so you don't have to hate me at school anymore" he was giving me his best puppy dog face.
"Sure, sure that's why you are always locking jaws with Cindy Andrews" Ah Hah I've caught him now, but he just shrugs it off.
"Pfft Kayla like that means anything. It's just a kiss."
"What do you mean IT WAS JUST A KISS?!"
SHIT… I think its time I made my exit as you would never believe who was standing behind my poor cousin… Yes it was mean of me leaving my own flesh and blood to deal with Cindy but hey it was his choice to associate with a cheersquealer. Ouch I can still hear her squealing…
Guessing it was time for class to start I made a quick stop at the vice principle's office to sign in, mumbling something about a doctors appointment.
Horrible just HORRIBLE! I loath Mondays! The day has only begun and I am already DOOMED! Someone who is obviously a sadist has decided that kids should actually have double chemistry followed by TRIPLE PHYSICS! Why does God hate me so much… what have I ever done to him?!
I walked into my class and sat at my usual spot next to the window of the second row. The teacher what's you call him… oh well the chem guy hasn't arrived and I am already so bored out of my mind. Looking uninterestingly around the room, everyone seems to be either talking or quickly finishing the term break assignment. None of my friends are in this class; in fact I only did have two friends in this year level. So shamelessly I started to earsdrop.
"…rath is sooo HOT! He is so very dreamy!"
"I know can you believe my luck. He was like transferred to my homeroom this term. So cool!"
"OMG you are so LUCKY! HE is very mysterious and I love his grey eyes and how his hair just flops on his face, he is so god damn Hot. I am voting for him for school president…"
Blah blah blah… geez why can't girls ever talk about something else besides guys?! But seeing how these girls didn't stop about that OH so dreamy guy during class… I guess not.
I soon found my self heading towards the junior high section of the school with a couple of children's books in my hand. Once I reached the main playground I was literally tackled down by a 10 year old girl.
"I knew you would come! See I told you deep down you really do like me!"
After I regained conscious I stood up to face a very smug family friend's daughter, Gemma.
"Wateva… Rosa sent me here to give you these… next time don't leave your crap at my house" I informed her whilst shoving her baby books into her small arms.
I try to act indifferent but lets face it she was really cute with her puppy dog face and her blonde hair in two pigtails jut like goldie locks… there was no way I couldn't adore her! Giving into temptation I started to tug on her hair.
Looking over Gemma I noticed her friends crowded around and were staring at me with a great amount of curiosity.
It was kinda awkward to have this much attention so I bailed. After waving bye I made my graceful exit… well until I heard her friends ask "who is that? She is so pretty…" to which I became the colour of a tomato and proceeded to nearly trip over. See how naive kids are… me pretty… ha very laughable concept… so I did laugh but jut my luck I just happened to be surrounded by other students who in turn gave me a "what a weirdo" sort of look.
So eventually I unfortunately made it back to class to face physics as the bell for the break had begun to ring.
"If you ignore air resistance when looking at projectiles…" blah blah it wasn't long till I fell asleep and to wake with my tummy grumbling 2 hours later. See looks can be deceiving I definitely aint a prefect that's for sure. As soon as class ended I was the first one out the door, but is not like I had anyone to meet in a hurry since my friends don't have classes on Mondays, not fair!
Grabbing my baguette from my locker I headed toward the oval. NO I don't sink that low, I don't secretly have crushes on the jocks and go watch them kick around a football. Actually I am going to a secluded part of the school which some girl who doesn't wish to be named at this point happened to stumble upon a garden behind these hedges next to the oval. Okay okay that girl was me and by stumble I mean I tripped and fell through the hedges. BUT thanks to me and my unfortunate illness of being a klutz I found a place where the hockey team may take refuge from the chaotic cafeteria and enjoy our lunch without people yelling "lessos" at us.
The garden is rather a piece of heaven. The grass is nice and green and there are pretty flowers which haven't been picked or trampled on.
Taking my spot under a tree near the hedges I ate my chicken ceasar baguette. As much as I like junk food, I love my cook's cooking. There is only one word to describe it… YUM!
Hmmm… everything seems really quiet. Maybe the genetically modified bears 'Biotech future' developed have escaped and at this very moment devouring everyone in the cafeteria. Well that will serve Samantha Tongia's father right to try to play God. Samantha is the head of the eerily cheersquealers.
Hehe I guess that would make me the sole survivor. I'll crawl out of this hiding spot to only discover masses of… WAIT did I hear the leaves of the hedge rustling?
Standing up, I looked up to see a black figure on the hedge ready to pounce.
WHAM!
Arrg… my head is throbbing from the impact. I opened my eyes expecting to see… well you know but surprisingly I met a pair of grey eyes of some guy.
What the? Realising he was still on me made me pissed.
"Get OFF me!" I growled at him.
He blinks at me and tilts his head to the side as if he doesn't believe what he is hearing. Then his lips twitched upwards into a smirk.
"Are you sure you want me to get off?" he asks, in a sexy and husky voice. WAIT did I say sexy, NO I meant arrogant not sexy!
… he was still on me! My eyes narrowed, I am seething inwardly. Who the hell does this guy this he is?!
"GET OFF" I screamed, but he just raises an eyebrow at me! How dare the… the arrogant asswipe!
"What if I don't want to?"
"WHAT?! Then I'll make you…" I turn my knee and was going to hurt him where he really would hurt. But he anticipated my move and shifted his legs so that they were pressed down on mine.
"Aggressive aren't you?" he was cruel.
I am so angry that I swear there was smoke coming out of my ears. Then I was stuck with a thought… this guy obviously was a psycho… no one was around… my father always warned me of this! I … glup … was going to get raped?!
The psycho moved his face down so that he was only a mm away from mine. His hair tickling me, my eyes widened.
"You-hou… Sweet thang where are you?" Samantha's sickening voice could be heard from over the hedge. I was about to scream for help when the arrogant asswipe of a psycho covered my mouth with his hand.
His grey eyes have darken to almost black… he must be pissed.
When the whiny voice of Samantha couldn't be heard anymore the psycho got off and leant on the tree which finally allowed me to scramble back 10m from him.
I got to have a proper look at him that way I can give a good description to the police. He had grey eyes, messy black hair, he appeared to be 6'0-6'1 with a strong build but not bulky. He was a typical bad boy wanna be aint gonna be with his school shirt untucked with a couple of buttons undone from the top and bottom and a tight singlet that could be seen under his shirt. His tie was loose and his pants extra baggy. Pfft I half expected him to pull out a lighter and start to smoke, instead he is just looking at me with his icy cold eyes.
Arrg what an arrogant asswipe! Just looking at him makes me angry! So I told him just that, and do you know what he did?! He just raised his eyebrow AT ME!
"Why are you STILL here?!" I am so pissed.
Huh no wait why is he coming towards me?! Naturally I begin to scramble backwards until I bumped into the wall. I am so STUPID, I can't believe I trapped myself. Oh why God do you hate me?!
So my only chance of escape was basically nil with him only a foot away from me. I doubt I could tackle him down and then make a run for it so I am just forced to look up at him.
"Are you deaf or just stupid? You obviously not wanted here and since I was here first, the polite thing to do would to leave!" not that I had great manners myself but hey he was the one to jump on me.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked amused as if he was the King of England and only a simpleton would not know that.
"Of course I do" I replied angrily. Pfft I'm not a simpleton.
"You are a psychotic arrogant asswipe!" Ouch I'm good. Kayla Nicholes: 1, psycho: 0. Boy he looks angry. I guess he never expected that…
Being the polite person that I am I thought it probably is best that I give him some alone time. I tried to walk around him and make a run for it but I ended up bumping smack bang into him.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!"
With his stupid raised eyebrow he says quite coldly, "I am Darath Ravelyn" like THAT meant means anything to me!
"OMG you are THE Darath Ravelyn?!" faking being flabbergasted. But I'm not that good at acting so of course it just came out sarcastically causing his icy cold eyes to become pitch black.
"Listen skank, you don't know who you're messing with… so I suggest you watch your mouth!"
Yeah well I suggest you go stick a pole up your…wait a second… did he call me a SKANK?!
I went to kick him in the balls but like last time he anticipated this… but not my unsuspecting fist.
WHACK
Wow I actually think I heard something crack when my fist connected with his jaw. Well you know I am not the one to stay and brag so I left his highness mumbling curses while tending to his face.
When I got o class I was out of breath.
Oww my hand really hurts from throwing that punch. Oh damn it there's no way I can play hockey tonight. I got my phone out and started to message my coach Mel to let her know. No one is better than Mel at hockey, she was actually the founder of the team 6 years ago so I guess she is sorta my hero. After I messaged Mel, I rang Josh to ask him to pick me in an hour.
When class eventually finished I packed my things and made my way out of the school grounds. Things couldn't get any worse. Wait I spoke too soon. It was HIM, the psychopath leaning against the gates. Now is a good time to panic, my exit was blocked. Sigh When will this crappy day end?
Now Kayla you need to be brave, just calmly walk out like you don't care. Wah he's looking right at me… RUN!
I ran and ran till I bumped into Gemma, who then attached herself to my leg slowing down my escape.
"Gemma please get off me!"
"Wow Kayla I didn't know you were this nice. You came to surprise me didn't you?!"
Aww she is just so cute she is just like a kitty cat. Do I hear her purring?
"Come on I need to get home" which reminded me I need to call Josh to ask him to pick me up from the Junior gates.
As soon as I put my phone away, Gemma gabbed hold of my hand and then proceeded to drag me out to where her driver had parked the car.
As I waved goodbye to Gemma Josh pulled up next to me. He is looking at my purple hand.
"Don't ask" I warn him when I got in the car.
…I loath Mondays!