9 She's Doing it Again

Sean

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I was in my car, following closely behind Kordell, and for the first time in a while, Jason is sitting next to me on the passenger side.

Julianna usually prefers to ride with me, while Seth and Jason are seated in the back.

Something about Kordell getting way too excited for the smallest reasons, causing him to abruptly swerve in different directions.

It scares the crap out of her.

I'm used to it and I honestly couldn't care less about how he drives. He's a good driver, just an overly excited one.

Yeah, he's never touching my car.

The only reason she'd ever agree to riding with Kordell is if his stupid ass, lets her drive. She has her driver's license and all but she doesn't have her own car and just for my sake, no one is allowed to drive my car, but me.

Thanks to my dramatic ass, I made sure she didn't ride with me this time. Hell, come to think of it, I didn't even have to tell her she couldn't ride with me. She just voluntarily went with Kordell.

Sensitive ass.

"Why the fuck did you get shotgun?" Complains Seth from the back, much later than I thought he would.

"I called it dumb ass," claimed Jason in a duh tone. "Why isn't Jules in here anyway?" he observed, focusing his attention back towards me.

This will all be over once we get on with the day and by the end of it, we'll have to have forgiven and forgotten.

"She wanted to ride with Kordell," I shrug in answer, cringing at what I just said.

"She's not even in the driver's seat. Why would she get in the car, only to be a passenger? It's not like her at all," Jason continues.

Taking my silence as an answer, Seth puts two and two together.

I glance over at Seth through my rearview mirror and Jason turns his head when Seth's laugh interrupts our moment of silence.

"Do I sense sibling drama?" he laughs. "Is Seany all butt hurt again?" he continued to mock me.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm a good driver. But desperate times call for desperate fucking measures. I grip the steering wheel and roughly turn it to the right, bringing it back towards me with the same force.

"Ay, dude! What the hell?!" Seth yells, falling roughly onto his side still laughing his head off.

He's lucky that's all I did. His fault for choosing to never wear a fucking seat belt. Something about it being "too uncomfortable." Fuck, it's a seat belt, not a pillow.

"Dude, wear your fucking seat belt," Jason demands, voicing out my thoughts.

Thank you.

"And, Sean? Stop acting like a child and try not to get us killed."

I take it back.

• • • • • •

After entering the school's parking lot, Kordell and I immediately claimed two free parking spots, in between the football field and the main entrance.

Lucky spot of the year, I guess.

I stepped out of my car and shut the door behind me. I then sat on the hood, and took in my surroundings, allowing my thoughts to sink in. This place hasn't changed one bit.

Not the people.

Not the scenery.

Not the feeling.

I remember coming here every so often. Mom loved it here. She loved being with grandma. Said life here was more simple than our lives back home and I can't blame her. As a kid, I loved it here too. Mainly because this is where my best friends lived, though I never really imagined living here.

It made more sense in my head when it was just a place to visit, but my family needed this change.

I needed it.

"But why does it feel like the source of my fucking problems are— here?"

"Maybe because we're at a useless building where we have to spend most of our teenage lives," Seth laughed, following Jason into the useless building.

Did I say that out loud? Shit, that was humiliating. Funny, when did we get an audience?

"Where did Seth and Jason go?" Carter wondered, completely ignoring the crowd.

Not that I give a shit. We're new, so what?

"They either remember you, or they're trying to figure out who you are," River specified. "It's a small city, we don't get new people every day. Let's catch up with the two," he concluded, before disappearing into the crowd, and through the main entrance.

Remember us?

We were never educated in this city except, the city is pretty small. I wouldn't be surprised if some still remember us from our daily visits.

We were pretty reckless as middle schoolers. In fact, one of our favourite activities was skidding through a vacant parking lot. How old were we? Probably twelve or thirteen. And where did we get the car? Don't ask. Let's just say, we had many angry neighbours knocking on each of our doors every weekend or so. I'm not proud of it. But it was fucking fun.

Luna City was mom's happy place and therefore, it was mine.

"It was a good idea. Coming back here," Kordell addressed from behind me, reminding me of his presence and pulling me out of my thoughts. "Kinda missed the guys anyway."

I glanced over in his direction and he gave me a sarcastic but reassuring smile. "Let's go," he initiated, and I followed behind him.

We walked through the entrance of Crescent High and followed the only voices that overpowered all the others. Holy crap, they're loud. I turned to the corner, following after Kordell, only to see the guys towering over two petite girls and—

It's her.

I make my way over and watch as she takes in the guys' presence. She scans over each of them carefully trying to figure something out.

Change?

She analyses and she wanders deep, completely lost in her own world, like she's trying to understand something she doesn't need to. But hell, she's trying. She continues searching, but what the fuck is she looking for?

She locks eyes with mine and only then did she snap back to reality, pulling herself out of the hole in her mind she so deeply dug herself in. She's doing it again. Looking at me like she fucking knows.

What the hell?

What is this?

"Ladies?" Jason interrupts my train of thought. "This is Sean and Kordell Davis. Sean and Kordell? Meet Saffron Hayes, Destiny Alders, and you guys already know Royal."

Royal fucking Grant. Hell is it good to see him, I think to myself as he pulls me in for a bro hug.

Destiny Alders.

So that's the little monster's name.

"Yeah. She remembers me," I clarify, pulling her out of, yet another, train of thought. She gets lost in her little mind so damn easily.

Fucking quit it, Alders. Stop trying to read me. I burned these pages a long time ago.

Without saying another word I walked past the group and turned towards the nearest corner.

• • • • • •

I treaded through the crowded halls, ignoring the lingering eyes. The sooner I get to class, the faster I can get on with the day. I just have to find it first. I would use my schedule but my dumbass left it in the car, and I'm not about to go back and get it.

I don't even remember my way back to the guys.

Who am I kidding? I wouldn't have used my stupid schedule if it were in my hand.

Oh shit, football.

Am I going to join?

Playing for Moonsdale and now I'm playing for the Knights? I mean, I loved it back home. I know it won't be the same here. But it'll keep me occupied and it gives me an excuse to tackle the guys.

Hold up, why the fuck am I thinking this through for? I shouldn't have to second guess myself. Football is my life no matter which team I play for. Hell, I'm an official student of Crescent High now. I have the chance to play football for grandpa's old team.

Let's see what the fuss was all about then, grandp—

The fuck?

I bring my eyes down to an all too familiar collision. Damn it, does this girl not know how to keep her balance? She really needs to get her head out of the clouds.

"At least you were looking up," I state.

Being here is what she needs to work on, but I'm not about to say that out loud.

Alright Alders, stay the fuck out of my head and do not analyze me. It's my fucking turn. How do I get under your skin?

"You have a thing for floors?" Ha. Ha. Ha. That was good. Keep doing your thing. Don't let her in.

She looks up in my direction, meeting my eyes. "Actually, yeah I do. I can never seem to take my feet off it." She sarcastically barks back.

Huh. Wasn't expecting that. That was pretty good though.

It's not a competition.

Breaking eye contact, she stares down at her legs as if she's only now realizing that she is currently seated on the floor. She pushes herself back up and onto her feet.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this," she beamed.

First place here I come. "Like what?" I question, flashing her one of my famous smirks, earning a fiery glare in return.

Checkmate.

Whatcha gonna say shorty?

"Would you stop making that face?"

Well fuck, where's the fun in that?

"Only if you show me my way to class. We have first period together."

Damn am I straight forward.

"Stalker." She crosses her arms.

Mission complete.

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