David by Marisa Redhead16 (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📕

The next morning, I sat on the porch steps, waiting for David. He appeared, that expensive red truck. He kissed me when I got in. We said nothing for the rest of the ride to school. We didn't need to. I was still a little mad about what happened last night. Inside, I wanted to leap on him right now and make love with him. But there's a reason why it's called a love life, not a sex life.

David glanced at me. "You want something to drink before we arrive at school?"

"Not really. You want something?"

"Yeah. I'll stop over here." He stopped at a Kwik Shop. He went in, and returned two minutes later, holding cups and a plastic bag. He gave me a goofy grin when he got back in his truck. He looked up at me. He leaned over and kissed me again. He put his hands on the wheel and pressed the gas, put it into drive.

School went by quickly. Well, the morning did. After lunch, I had Advanced Chemistry. It's normally not for freshmen, but I'm one of the top three in my class. I know that sounds slightly bragging, but my mother told me not to be so modest and to brag a little every day. I do have clinical depression, and I take medication for it. I don't go to therapy anymore; too many complications.

Anyway, I was doing an experiment with my partner Maia. I took notes while she mixed chemicals. "Be careful..." I cautioned while she poured sulphur in the mixture. She grinned at me. "So...how are you and Sophia?" she asked.

"Sophia and I broke up," I explained.

"What for? You two were so cute!" she said. I gave her a weak smile. Maia is smart, but she's spastic and slightly ditzy, she acts dumb and extra girly for cute guys. Don't get me wrong, guys do love girly girls, but Maia acts fake. She got that tip from Maureen, of course. Maureen is a good friend of mine, but she does irritate me sometimes with her ''tips" that she gives to other girls so she can have all the boys in school to herself. Lately, since we started high school, it hasn't been working as well, since there are girls higher up.

Including Burkhard High's own Regina George, Hannah McFarlan. Hot as hell, Confidence Central, knows all of the hottest trends before anyone else does, but not very nice or very smart. She only got in this class because her father is the head of the school board. He's also the owner of several exclusive salons and restaurants. Her mother designs clothes for at least five designers, so of  course she has the money as well.

She walked towards me in Chemistry, giving me a flirtatious smile. I didn't say or do anything, not wanting to be stupid, not knowing what she wanted. "Hello Tobias." She said in a very saucy voice. "Hey Hannah." I replied as I'm scratching the back of my head... She can already tell that I'm a bit nervous. "I'm having some trouble with my homework... and since you're the smartest guy in school, would you mind helping me?"

"Maybe. Depends on what it is." She blinked. "This class."

She was full of bull. There was something else on her mind. She blew me a makeshift kiss, then sauntered off, exagerrating the roll of her hips, holding her chest a little too high to be natural, making all the other guys and girls look at her. Her partner, James, seemed pleased to have her back. Typical idiot in love with a girl who'll tear his heart apart. I myself couldn't help but study her dark hair and light skin and amber eyes. Absolutely beautiful, but will rip men's hearts apart like I said.

This was interesting for me. I've been asked for help before, but never by an upperclassmen, usually by friends or classmates, and rarely by a woman so beautiful and intimidating at the same time. Maureen doesn't count, she's a friend and a classmate. Besides, Hannah is quite possibly the most beautiful woman in creation, but I can name ten reasons right now why I cannot have her.

                                                           1. She is an upperclassmen and as you know, freshmen boys get intimdated by upperclassmen women.

                                                           2. She will break my heart.

                                                           3. I cannot compare to the men that she has dated.

                                                           4. Mom would never allow it.

                                                           5. Tony has dated her. Luckily they had the same thing in mind.

                                                           6. She is still Tony's friend.

                                                           7. Soon enough it will be illegal for us to be together because she is older.

                                                          8. She is incredibly sexy.

                                                          9. She has a boyfriend all the time and no one can keep her relationships straight.

                                                          10. I have restrictions and rules on relationships that she will never follow.

You may think what you want about those reasons. Some are stupid, I'll admit it, especially the last one. I  wish I was a bit more open minded. She is the type of woman that makes 'Patience' by Guns 'n Roses run through your mind. Enough about her. No, not nearly enough about Hannah, but I will stop now.

I looked around for David at lunch but I didn't see him. I heard a loud noise, and saw four girls arguing. Sophia, Maureen, Ruth, and Chloe were all arging with each other. I got up, but I was torn between three of the girls. I didn't want to hurt someone, so I sat back down.

The girls advanced on each other, and Ruth grabbed Sophia by the hair and slammed her into a water fountain. This infuriated Sophia, and she did the same thing to Ruth. All of a sudden, four girls were fighting in the middle of the cafeteria. I saw a fifth girl enter the mix, Ruth's older sister Rene. Rene grabbed Maureen by the waist and pulled her off of her sister. A few teachers and the principal herself acted quickly. It took seven people to pull all five girls apart. I was impressed.

But the fight wasn't over yet. Sophia made a jab at Maureen, who grabbed Sophia's arm and twisted it. Sophia shrieked in frustration and she yanked Maureen's hair with her free hand. Maureen twisted around and kicked Sophia, knocking her down. Two teachers grasped the girls' shoulders and and pulled them apart.

I felt a cold, familiar hand on my shoulder.

"Nina." I said, turning to look at her. She looked pissed.

"That stupid trashy slutty-"

"Whoa, whoa whoa. Easy, killer. Who are you talking about?"

She flipped her raven-black hair behind her. "All of them except Maureen."

"Even Sophia?" I asked, surprised. Nina had never, ever spoken that way about her sister before.

"Sophia is off her rocker, bat crap crazy. She's been doing things that I would never dream of doing!"

"Hold on, you two are not identical, remember? The only similarities you two have are the same family and you both have dark hair, although hers is brown. Well, now it's blond since she dyed it. She's flashier and flirtier than you. Nin, are you jealous?" The thought had suddenly popped into my head just a second before.

Nina blushed and looked away. "She's always been better than me. Better clothes, better makeup, better boyfriends. Yes, I am furiously jealous of her. But I'm not the only one. Ruth is insanely jealous and so is Maureen."

"Wait a second, our Maureen? She has everything though!" Nina shook her head. "She lost her sister when she was eight years old. Melissa was uber-popular and had everything. But Melissa got drunk one night at a party, she threw up in her own bag, then she fainted. But her real cause of death is mysterious. It's classified as an unofficial homicide. That's why she tries so hard. But Soph is effortlessly cooler than her and a little bit prettier, more womanly features. Sophia is hotter than Britney Spears, and she knows it. So that's why Maureen got involved. We all know why Ruth got involved; she and her sister are truly crazy. Do you remember how she treated you  earlier this year?"

"Don't remind me." I growled. Nina giggled and then got serious again in half a minute. "Chloe has a huge crush on you. She pretty much vies for you. Sophia is pretending to hate you but she really doesn't. She still wants you. Ruth-I don't need to repeat myself. And Maureen has been in love with you for forever, practically since second grade when she first came to our stupid worthless Chicago-sized city."

It's true-Burkhard is not well known but it's about the size of Chicago. Not as interesting.

"Anyway, all those girls were pretty much fighting over you, and popularity, honor, and respect. They hate each other." She looked down and texted somebody on her new phone.

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"Eff you, David." I said, looking around. My boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. He was supposed to meet me after school and take me home. But he hadn't shown up, and he was now an hour and a half late.

Stupid...what the hell is wrong with him?

I ended up calling Tony, who said he couldn't pick me up. I then had to call Mom, who was not pleased when I explained. I knew she was tired and stressed, and I hated bugging her when she was like this. Whereas Dad had always been predictable, Mom never was. She got quiet when she was mad. Sometimes she doesn't speak to you for days. I've been lucky.

Mom let me drive this time. I had a learner's permit that I needed to cash in when I turned sixteen. At home, I did homework quickly. I wanted to help Mom, ask her what I could do, but she was already asleep. My dog Girlfriend wanted to play. I grabbed her brush and began thoroughly brushing her. Sometimes she makes a deep throaty sound when I use her favorite brush, one with tines instead of bristles.

I'm not completely sure if Girlfriend is a collie or a sheltie; nor do I care. Well, I do a little bit. She may be a mix. Mom's Queensland heeler, Jazz, came over when he heard Girlfriend making what I call her 'grooming noise'. Jazz is young and loves attention. He loves Girlfriend,  too, but he hates it when she gets more attention than he does.

I heard my cell phone ring in my pocket. The caller ID said David, so I hung up. And I continued to hang up until he stopped calling. I didn't want to hear any excuses. The rest of the day went smoothly. Well, almost. Except for a few calls and texts from David, my evening went smoothly, until I spotted a flea in Girlfriend's fur. I brushed her throughly, trimmed her hair, then did the same to Jazz.

Jazz protested much more than my dog did. He began as a stray, and his former life is not well known. He may have been mildly abused before he escaped. Tony noticed bruises on his skin when we got him, and a bump on his head. Jazz turned and bit his stub of a tail when I reached that part. Then he yowled.

"Idiot," I muttered softly.

"Are you talking about me, or your dog?" I jumped my boyfriend's voice. "Where'd you come from?" I asked.

"Your mother let me in. WHy havn't you answered any of my calls or texts?" he snipped.

"Where were you today?" I counterbalanced. His lips parted for a minute before closing, and he appeared to be going over his words carefully. "Truthfully, I was fighting. I was in California for the day. If you'd opened my texts or answered my calls, you would have known that."I had nothing to say. He was right. I thought he'd