Something New by LeeAnna S. (good non fiction books to read .TXT) 📕

High-school.  How can you stand all the idiots that you've grown up with for four years in a row?  Or the bullies you encounter, geeks, nerds, cheerleaders, sluts...it's all too much for the average human.  However we all do it; we all survive.  Well, maybe not all of us.  Some of us decide to drop out or commit suicide, however, ending it short like that won't get you anywhere nicer and easier.  In fact, everything happens for a reason.

When Annabelle goes to Swanson High one last time, everything changes.  Her whole reputation turns around, and it's all thanks to the wonders of puberty and life...However for Zayn Marshall, he begins to fall for the previous prey, in hopes for her to like him.  However there is a history between the two that just may never be phased by some tiny little crush...

Everything is different...everything is new.

-Annabelle's P.O.V.-

"Annabelle, baby," my mother called.  "someone's here to see you." 

Ugh.  Honestly, who would want to see me right now?  I haven't left my house practically all summer.  I've been working on my body...I'm trying to slim down a bit. 

"I'm coming mom!"  I quickly tied my hair up into a ponytail and jogged down the stairs.  Sadly I had grown a bit bigger in the breast department so the annoying 'movement' that they create has really started to bug me. 

"Hey honey!"  My mother came and wrapped a tan arm around my shoulders and led me into the dinning room.   "He has been waiting to see you all summer!"

"Wait," she stopped and focused her eyes on me.  "who's been wanting to see me?" 

"Zayn." The word sent sharp pains into my chest.  Pains that I've felt intirely too much the last few years of my life. 

"Mom," I breathed.  Of course she didn't know!  He's like a perfect angel to her!  "I don't think I should go in there..."

"Well why not darling?  He's been asking about you all evening."

"How long has he been here?" 

"About an hour or two...why?" 

"Mom!" 

"Hey, what's going on in here?"  My father stepped through the doorway and put his hands on his hips.  "We have a guest Annabelle.  If you're willing to be polite tonight, I suggest you say hello." 

"I don't think I'm willing tonight..." 

He growled in frustration.  "Just get in here!"

His words made me jump with sesnitivity.  They'll always be a day that my mother will never know about.  A day that my father nearly beat me to death back when I was in the 7th grade.  Ever since, him and I have never communicated well, but my mother never noticed. 

I let my feet follow him into the dinning room and rest upon the entrance.  I lifted my head, only to find the one thing I'd been dreading.  Him. 

-Zayn's P.O.V.-

It can't be...Annabelle...no...this is not her!  Annabelle had short bobby brown hair with a flat chest and murky brown eyes.  This girl had long, shiny brown hair with a rack to die for and light golden eyes. 

"Annabelle," she blinked.  "hi!"  I stood up and had to swallow the thickness in my throat.  The creature that stands before...she's beautiful. 

"Hi," she mumbled.  She looked down, causing her hair to cascade around her face. 

"So, Zayn," my mother started.  "would you like to stay for dinner?" 

I blinked as I turned to her, trying to get the pleasureable images of her daughter out of my mind.  "I'd love to, if it's no trouble." 

"Oh of course not! You and Annabelle sure do have a lot of catching up to do!  Why don't you two clean the kitchen after dinner!" 

"Mother!" 

All eyes were turned to the beauty before us. 

"It's not polite," she swallowed.  "to make the guest do any work while threy're visiting." 

"Oh it's no problem."  I smiled.  It's so obvious that she's repulsed by the thought of being alone with me, but that won't be the case for long.  "I'd love to help." 

"Marvelous!" 

~

"So, Annabelle."  I started, wetting a rag to help clean the table. 

"What?"  She gritted. 

"It's been a long time since I've seen you.  How are you?" 

Her back was turned to me, picking dishes off of the table.  I was catching myself gazing at her.  She's changed so much.  Her shirts cling to her hips creating a nice curvy shape, and her backside...well lets just say it has gotten a lot larger since last time. 

She jerked around, her eyes widening when she caught me staring.  "What?!"  I blinked, trying my best to act innocent.  "What's wrong with me now?"  Her eyes showed pain, and for once, it actually hurt to see it. 

"N-nothing." I stuttered.  Surprising myself, I quickly turned around and began washing the dishes she had set on the counter. 

-Annabelle's P.O.V.-

He was staring at me, I just know it!  Why else would he be looking at me?  The real question is, when did he get a stutter? 

"I'm sorry..."  I whispered.

"Huh?"  Zayn turned around, his eyes sparkling under the kitchen light.  They were gold, like the sand on a hot summer day.  They were so beautiful, but yet so decieving.  He can turn a sweet moment like this into hell with just a blink of those hazel eyes. 

"I said I'm sorry for yelling." 

"N-no no..." He turned around again, grunting.  "It's fine." 

"Zayn...what's wrong, are you-"

"I'm okay..."  he breathed, his breath was staggering and I was beginning to worry. 

"Zayn...let me take you home.  It's late anyways."

"Okay..." he set the rag down but didn't turn around. 

"Zayn," I was cut off by his hands grabbing my forearms and him backing me up against the fridge. 

"Shh..." he hissed, pinning his hips into mine.  "Annabelle," he breathed.  His hands left my arms and traveled down to my waist and slipped underneath the hem of my t-shirt.  His fingers were surprisingly warm on my skin, sending bolts of electricity to the contacting areas. 

He pulled me closer to him, his hips digging even more into my pelvic area.  Something hard was pressing into me, and I was terrified to know what it really was. 

"Zayn," I grunted.  It sounded more like a moan, but I couldn't breathe.  Lust was blocking my throat and I could hardly talk. 

He inched his lips closer to mine for a brief moment before whispering, "See you at school,"  he swallowed.  "Annie."  The next thing I knew he was gone.  He grabbed his stuff and just left, leaving our 'heated' moment in the dust. 

-Annabelle's P.O.V.-

"And who are you?"  The boy asked with little care on his face. 

"Well, my name is Annabelle, I'm 13 and we live on the same street."

"Stalker!"

"N-no, I just saw you move in yesterday.  That's all!" 

"Look, I'm not interested in girls like you..." 

"Girls like me?"

The boy smiled.  "Look Annie,"  A group of tan girls giggled together. 

"My name is Annabelle."

"Annie," he smiled, noticing the frown on my face.  "I'm not interested in ugly girls like you.  And I'm going to have to ask you to stop creeping on me and my family."  A group of girls laughed along with the rest of the cafeteria.  "It's a little creepy.  No wonder nobody talks to you." 

~

"How dare he!"  Haley yelled through the phone.  "It's so wrong of him to just show up to your house uninvited and stay for dinner and act like a total creep-o after everything he's done to you!" 

"I know..."  Is all I said back to her. 

Haley has been my bestfriend ever since the 9th grade.  She stood up to one of Zayn's girlfriends when she picked on me after school, and that's how we met.  I had seen her around school before, but we had never talked.  Ever since then she had stuck with me and been like a sister to me.  I can't be any more thankful for her!

"Look, you need to talk to him!  Today is the last day of our summer vacation.  Let's go to the pool!  I'm sure one of his blonde bimbos will be there to suck face with him like they always are." 

I giggled.  "Alright.  First let me tell my mom and then I'll meet you at the park."

"Alright, see you there." 

I hung up, quickly throwing on a bathing suit and packing a bag full of sunscreen and towels for Haley and I to use. 

~

"Annabelle!"  Haley ran to me, wrapping her long arms around my neck and squeezing me tight.  "Let's go in!" 

When she let go I just giggled and followed her inside.  We set our things on a chair beside a lounger with a hot pink Gucci bag. 

"Hey Haley, I'm gonna go use the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Okay." 

I started off towards the bathroom, getting glances from guys at every umbrella.  Of course they were the jocks at Swanson.  I'd recognize them anywhere.  Let's see, there was Bryan, Lucas, George, Henry, Ryan, Peter, and, you guessed it, Zayn.  They were the top football players in the school, and I have to admit that if it wasn't for them, Swanson wouldn't have made it to Championships and won! 

"Whoa, is that Annie?"  A deep voiced asked in their little huddle under the umbrella. 

"Where?" A mellow voice I could never forget about asked. I sped up my pace, hoping to get to the ladies room before the warm hand grasped my elbow.  "Annie!"  Zayn spun me around and smiled. 

I could hear his buddies laughing at the horrid nickname that has become of me.  "My name is Annabelle Zayn."  I crossed my arms. 

I watched his eyes gaze beneath my head, around my chest, and I immedietly felt disgusted.  "I-I know." 

"Look Zayn, if you're just trying to impress your friends with your insults, just say them already!"  I planted my feet firm on the ground, ready for any blow he would try and swing my way.  I raised my eyebrows as I waited for his reply.  "Well?" 

His buddies giggled and snickered to themselves as they watched Zayn embarass himself. 

"You have a nice rack." 

My eyes widened.  I was definitely not  expecting that! 

He smiled, turning on his heel to go back and high-five his buddies.  They startd hooting and hollering in encouragement. 

"Gross." I spit. 

"Oh come on Annie," he smirked, puttin on a show for everyone to see.  "you need to be careful.  Some men won't control themselves."  

I rolled my eyes and strided off to the bathroom where I could officially be alone and safe.  What's wrong with him?  I'm no different from last year! 

~

"Damn Annabelle where were you?"  Haley asked.

"I was on my way to