RiderGirl02

Status: You know what? I'm just giving up on love. What happens, happens.
Joined: April 19, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: November 2
user id: 166665
Location: Tennessee
Gender: F




Hey darling, I'm Adrianna. ♥
I like bonfires, country guys, trucks, & horses. If you don't.. that's fine too.
Feel free to comment me, I'm a lonely ~

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-->everyone<-- who's lied to my face.






No Options
Chapter Five
 
I stared back at Renier and said, "It's nothing, I just thought your hair was.. really shiny, that's all, no biggie". "My hair is shiny huh? Interesting..". He leaned closer and then his hot breath was on my face and he whispered, "Well, I love yours. The fade from brunette to blonde looks good on you", and he smiled crookedly. I was burning all over." I tried to remember to breathe and said, "Thank you, Renier," -a little shock went through me as I said his name- "I appreciate that." He bowed his head and said, "Of course. Can I ask where your next class is? Oh, well I guess I just did, but you know what I mean." Was he really asking where my next class was? Why? "I have gym next block.. Why do you ask?", I wondered aloud. He blinked and looked down. "I'm sorry.. I'm not sure- I'm not sure why I asked that.. But do you think, maybe I could walk you there?" He looked dazed.. like he didn't even know he said that out loud. He was in discomfort, and on some weird impulse, I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around me. I wanted him to know it was okay. "No, it's alright, I would love it if you escorted me there", I reassured him quietly. I smiled lightly and added, "By the way, my name is Whisteria, but most people call me Whist. My mother loves the plant, so it's my name as her first born child." He gazed at me and asked, "Really? That's not a common name at all. I like it. I think it suits you."

Just then, the bell rang shrilly, signaling us it was time to leave for second block. I hadn't realized how fast time had slipped by when I was talking to Renier. "Did you see Whisteria? She just started talking to him, like seriously? Do you need to pounce on him the first day? Not like she'd get him anyway, but please, leave the hot, edgey, dangerous guys to me, I actually have a chance of getting him, not that freak." I heard a unpleasently nasally voice in front of me as I was packing my books in my bag. That's when I looked up to see Darlene Heart, Nicollete's right hand b.tch, swipe her hand across Renier's shoulder and lean into him. "Hi Renier, I'm Darlene Heart, co-captain of the cheerleading squad. I just wanted to give you a warm welcome to Gatsby High School. I hope you like your stay." She smirked and flipped her bleach blonde hair and sashayed out. Her two tah-along hoes followed her out. Renier looked after her with a wide-eyed expression. I stifled a laugh."That was the most  unpleasant, horrrifying thing I've ever seen". "I know. But guys love it so that's what girls get made into," I said matter-of-factly. He shivered and shook his head. "Not me. That was disgusting. Hurry Whist, you'll be late." I picked up my back and stared at him. Who was this bizarre, dark-haired boy?? "Wait what? That thing that just walked out, that doesnt apeal to you??", I said. "No. Not at all. We'll talk about it later, now let's goooo." He walked toward the door and I rushed after him. I didn't care what he told me later, just as long as the later part was involved. I wanted to talk to him again, other than just now.

 
I hope at least one person is reading this :/





No Options
Chapter Four
 
I drove into Gatsby High's parking lot, turned off the bug, hitched my messanger back high on my shoulder, clutched my scarf closer and braved into the cold. I walked swiftly to the main doors and walked into the front office lobby. I turned right to do to my locker and that was the first time I saw him. I planted my feet on the grund and swayed forward a little because of the sudden stop. I gasped quietly and felt my breath creep out of my lungs. I felt my heart stutter and speed up at an uneven pace. I bit my lip and stared intently at the heartbreakingly beautiful face of a dark-haired, tall boy. His hair was ebony and glossed in the flourecent harsh lighting. His light brown, almost caramel colored eyes were staring down, flitting over a white sheet of paper as he gripped the office door with his tan,smooth right hand. His maroon dark lips were full and looked amazingly plush from this distance. His size 0 gauges picked out from the flip of his hair and he had spider bite piercings along the right corner of his bottom lip. He let go of the office door and walked away nonchallantly, as if he had no clue how beautiful he was. He walked right down the hallway I had to go to and I stared bewildered after him. I would remember a face like his in this small school and that only explained one thing. He was a stranger, a transfer. Also, today was a day that a transfer was anticipated. I had just had a small glimpse of Renier Quinn.

I gripped my bag too tight around the strap, the skin over my knuckles was white and threatened to burst over them. I was walking swiftly down the English hallway to my first block, delayed by my unexpected encounter. I had barely had time to dash away from my locker when I crossed into the room and walked toward my seat. I hated being late, that forced the whole class to unnecessarily stare at me and let their eyes linger. I felt the blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks as I sat down in my usual seat and tidied my bag and notebooks. The morning announcments played through, the pledge, and then my English teacher, Mrs.Iris, stacked some papers on her desk and said in a clear, loud  voice, " Students, we have a new student today, Mr. Renier Quinn. He just moved here from California, please make him feel welcome and comfortable as he joins us." She stared right at me and I freezed. What. Then my class shifted their weight to look back and I realized she wasn't gesturing towards me, she was meaning beside me. Just to my right, behind Gabby. I looked up slowly and the breath was knocked out of me again, for the second time in less than an hour. There was Renier Quinn, right beside me, smiling a crooked, lovely smile that I just about died over. What was wrong with me? I'd never.. done this before. As soon as the class had gotten an eye-full of him, they turned back around and began tunning out Mrs. Iris's lesson for today. This class seemed unexceptionabley long today. I could practically hear the clock ticking. While all the while I stole small glances at Renier. He was.. alluring. I couldn't stop staring, I wanted to be able to stare at him all day. His eyes, and his lips, ugh. He just wrote in his notebook and smirked at something. I wanted to know what he was smirking at. I wanted to find out and I'd do anything. What was worse was I didn't know why.. Then Mrs. Iris clapped her hands once and announced we were stopping for today and we had a little bit of free time left. I popped in my earbuds and pulled out my sketch book. Then I felt a shadow fall over me and I got goosebumps. I had a good feeling of who's shadow that might be.

I looked toward the darkness and into the face of smiling eyes. I jumped a little and heard a soft, ringing voice say, "Woah, sorry to scare you," I heard a chuckle and then settled down, "I was just seeing what you were drawing there. I'm sort of an artist myself. Just curious, don't attack me." Renier smiled and I took out my earbuds. "Oh, well, sorry for jumping, I didn't know you'd be so close", I mumbled. I could practically feel the body heat coming off of him. I struggled to breathe. "That's a really nice sketch, I like the way the trees are bent over the house. What's your name? I never caught it. But I did catch you staring at me, multiple times, along with every other girl in the class, if I might add. I have peripheral vision too you now." Oh. Sh.t. How could I be so stupid? I should have hidden it better.I blushed and opened my mouth to speak, but I was wordless. "I get it, I get it, I've got weird eyes and I'm not having the best hair day but come on, cut a guy a break, it's my first day", he said with a smile in his voice. "No no, it's not that, definitely not, it's just-", I responded quickly. "Just what?", he dared. I didn't even know what. D.mn. Nice going Whist.

I hope at least one person is reading this :/


  I read once,

 that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand,& the Eskimos had a 100 words for snow. I wish I had a 1000 words for love,but all that comes to my mind is the way you move against me when you sleep.

& there are no words for that.

 

nmq






No Options
Chapter Three
 
I looked at the caller ID on my phone and saw it was my best friend, Arista Callie. This girl new absolutely everything about me and I loved her with all my heart. I confirmed the call and pressed my phone to my ear and, "Yes my weird and lovely friend?". She yelled and I had to pull my phone away from my ear to keep eardrum normal. "GUESS WHO I JUST SAW WALKING INTO HOT TOPIC??",she ranted. "Lemme guess, Dylan Howard?", I said matter-of-factly. Dylan Howard was the popular douche bag, the typical cliche guy. Star quarterback, great body, beautiful blonde hair, high cheek bones with sparkling blue eyes, all that bogus crap that lead you to believe he was a decent guy in the world. Dylan wasn't Arista's type, at all, after all he was into that preppy crap, and she was the exact opposite. Besides the obvious reasons they weren't compatible, she still freaked out like a little fan girl just because and I was stuck being the sad soul she confided in about the dearest Dylan Howard. I on the other hand, was disgusted by him. He had hit on me one too many times and the way he looked at me, and all the other eligible girls at Gatsby High was repulsive. I sighed and got ready to be launched into of a play by play on what happened when Dylan walked into the store Arista worked at. She never did this about any other guy, she wasn't exactly the type, she was boyish but not in any physical way at all. I could imgane her jumping up and down, her perfect blonde hair going everywhere and her combat boots smacking against the floor.

"I was just standing at the register and he walked in and smiled at me and I just about died right then and there. He walked up and asked me, in that sexy voice of his, if I had seen Nicollete and smiled his shiny teeth smile. Oh my goshhhhh I swear I stoo there for another 5 minutes trying to come up with an answer!!", Arista yelled too loudly at me. Nicollete Larence was the girl douche bag that went along with the douche bag Dylan. She was the head cheerleader, wore a more than necessary amount of face and eye makeup, skinny toned body from flipping and flying through the air, about 5'5", perfect curled strawberry blonde hair, you get the deal. To top it all off, she had the b.tchy attitude going for her too. She never looked at me twice. I couldn't be happier about that either. The last thing I wanted was for her to pick me as the lucky target. Arista wouldn't be one of her many targets if she wouldn't provoke Nicollete so much, but I knew she can handle a shallow, self-centered girl and so did Nicollete. That's the icing on the cake, Nicollete had met her match with little Arista.

"Please tell me you either told him where to find her or told him you hadn't seen her", I moaned into the speaker. "I recovered from myh daze and told him I had not seen his slutty girlfriend but told him he could stop by whenever he wanted, then sent him on his way". I could hear the smile in her voice and felt my face scowl in response. I could not believe she let him get to her so much, it was ridiculous what this guy to do to her. It was sad too. "At least you didn't say anything too drastic. If only Hottopic wasn't located in the center of all the Gatsby High's junior class", I murmured. "Oh! That reminds me, I called about something else too! Guess. What. Word is there's going to be a new addition to our junior class. I heard the preppies talking about it in front of the store. You know they love them some gossip and I don't tolerate it but eavesdropping was worth it this time. Apparently, this guy's name is Renier Quin. He's moving in from California. Sad loss if you ask me. There's nothing here in Oregon--" I tuned her out while she rambled on. A new student huh? This should be interesting. I already felt sorry for the guy. Gatsby, Oregon was a downgrade from California. Maybe me and this guy Renier could switch places, I'd give anything to move there and get out of this cold. "when does he start? Did you hear that?",  I interrupted her. "Tomorrow I think. We have to wait through the whole night just to see his face", she pouted. Arista may be a tomboy on the inside, but her small,slight stature and bright hazel eyes with her long, almost waist length blonde hair with her comb over made her a threat to all other girls. She knew the affect she had on guys, despite her "weird" style. She wasn't emo, but she dressed dark, of course most of her clothes came from Hottopic. Her size 0 plugs made her a little moer menacing but they added to her beauty in a kind of twisted, sinister way. I loved this girl with all my heart. Our styles were totally different, I was the light and she was the dark. Almost like a ying-yang symbol. We completed each other. "Artsy," that nickname was perfect for her, she was just as much of artist as I was, "no personal calls on the job, text me when you get out, we'll see this guy together tomorrow", and with tthat I hung up and got busy on my pile of homework.


I' hope at least one person is reading this :/

 I   was  just  another  promise,

                      that you couldn't keep.






No Options
Chapter Two

The rest of the day dragged on endlessly, just like every other day. As I walked to my 1963 baby blue VW Beetle, I wondered about the load of homework I was assigned today. It was The dead of December, so I was ready to slip into the bug and crank up the heat. I had specifically looked for this bug in a junk yard and had my "mechanic" brother fix it up. It actually hadn't required much rebulding, just the body, paint job, and some other confusing things about the engine I would never comprehend. I pulled out of Gatsby High and drove the school zone speed limit down to my family's excluded suburban house. It was a huge, eggshell white house with a big cherry oak wooden door and dark green shudders. In all honesty, I loved the place. My brother, Wyatt, my mother, Leah, and my father, Grant all resided here. We loved our quaint little house, but to be truthfull, my mother and father were never home enough to appreciate the master piece we called our home. My mother worked in an office for a big production fashion corrporation and my father was the executive of a big down-town busniess. They both worked well into the night and if I truly wanted to see them, I'd have to wait most of the night to only be disappointed by my mother or father waving me off with an explanation as short as "Sweetheart not tonight, I'm too tired" or my personal crippler, "Darling, rest for once". Like I hadn't already rested enough nights, regretting not waiting to at least see a glimpse of my mother's shining green eyes, or the way my father looked silly with his hair tossled from running his hands in it at work when he got stressed. Those little things made me happy, actually.

I unlocked the door and walked in, hanging up my coat on a peg and clumped up the stairs to my room, calling out to Wyatt on my way there that I was home. He was an 8th grader at Gatsby Middle School and got home before me. He walked out from the kitchen, his mouth full of a sandwich he made and garbbled out, "Hey Whisty, how was school? That brain of yours get any bigger?". Ugh. I had had that nickname since forever. My name was Whisteria, yes like the plant, but I would always be known as Whisty. That would never change. "Same as ever, boring as f.ck, what did you expect?", I mumbled to him. He shrugged his shoulders and his light caramel hair fell in his eyes and said, " I don't know, just trying to make conversation. Make dinner soon, I'm a growing boy and Im starvinggggg-uh. See ya sis", and he ducked into the basement where he'd stay till he smelled dinner cooking. I swear he's always hungry. 

I trumped the rest of the way up to my room, flung open the door, let my messenger bag roll off my shoulder and thump to the floor and crossed my room to the bathroom. I flipped the switch and stared at myself. My long, tangled, almost waist-length brunette hair, down to my dyed, golden tips. My wild green eyes, my pale pink, full lips, my eye make up, my white, size 10, tunnels in my ears. I did this at least once every day. I sat here and stared at myself and wondered, what's wrong with me? Physically, I could see nothing wrong with me. I looked normal. But.. I wasn't. I could feel it. I had everything in the world, a family, but not a content, satisfied one. I had a house, clothes, food. What was missing? I flipped off the switch and walked out to my room and flung myself on my bed and moaned. "What the f.cking hell. What the f.ckig hell is wrong with me? Can I at least be happy, normal for once?", then the shrill of my iPhone in my pocket scared me and I wiggled it out of my skinny jeans to see who was disturbing my crisis.



I'm just so bored, I want to write and write D:


 ...but anyway,

 who would fall in love with such a broken soul like me?






No Options
Chapter One

As I walked through the hallway of Gatsby High, I wondered what would become of me. I'm a teenager with such a perfect life, I couldn't ask for more. I know how privilaged I am, but what was the point? I felt nothing. I felt numb. It didn't seem worth it. I felt stuck. Unmoving. Unchanging. So what good was I? I had nothing more to offer. I truly believed I was pretty enough. I believed I did my make up right, I wore the right attire suitable to call fashionable. I believed my body was normal, average. My face was presentable. My hair was managable.

I walked into first block English and sat in my usual seat-- closest to the windows, near the far back so I could feel the warmth of the sun through the windows on my skin, or watch the rain or snow fall down in endless sheets-- and put my earbuds in. As everyone else chatted quietly, I drew in my sketchbook. It calmed me and left my mind busy enough to keep the bad thoughts at bay. No one ever noticed me, or cared to speak to me, which was perfectly fine with me. I had no desire to spark up a conversation with anyone, so I let them be, and they did the same. I never thought much of it. Being alone wasn't as unbearable and horrifying as people made it seem. In an odd way, it was comforting. I stared down at my work, moving quickly in small strokes across the page with my pencil, drawing the lines for never-ending hills. I drew large, menacing trees, curved over a small abandoned house, almost as if the trees were consuming the small structure. I concentrated on Hayley William's belted out notes and let the music drive me. Eventually, the daily announcments started and I was forced to give up my tranquil exercise to stand to say the pledge and forced to listen to our principal, Mrs. Lukas, drone on and on about insignificant school activities and information irrelevant to me.

As soon as the majority of class was over, I placed my earbuds back into my ears and continued to perfect my sketch, shading and adding more. Then, as I was sharpening a tree's branch, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I took out my earbud and turned to look into the face of Gabby Smith. She said, "I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you but I noticed what you were drawing and I had to let you know, that's very good. Even for just a sketch." Well, this was out of the ordinary. I hesitated and responded quickly, "Oh, well thank you very much. I appreciate it." She smiled shyly and turned back to her desk to read a book. That's never happened before.. I was taken off-guard. I'm also presently surprised. The small interaction kind of made my morning.. Gabby had never once spoken to me, much less the class. She was a quiet, shy girl with cornsilk hair, straight as a ruler. It fell down her back and was parted down the middle. Not only did she never speak, but she definitely never took interest in what I was doing, the secong quietest in the class. I wonder why the change of heart.. Not that I minded it. If Gabby was willing, I'd gladly make friends with her. She was a nice enough girl, I could deal. I think we would get along just fine.


Hello c: I've never written a story like this before, but I have all sorts of ideas bouncing around in my head, I had to put them somewhere. Feedback maybe?
Thanks lovely. 


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