Prologue

My eyes started to water when I heard the irritating sounds of their laughter. My heart thumped faster and faster as I heard footsteps heading in my direction.


I knew it. She had called him. I was lying on the corridor with my clothes soaked in a pasty, ingratiating liquid that they had spilled all over me when I was on the lawn eating my snack.


I had attempted to run inside immediately towards my locker to clean myself up. But Sarah, the most popular girl in the school and my brother's girlfriend, followed me. She startled me by pulling a meter stick out of nowhere and putting it in my way, which made me lose my balance and fall to the ground once more.


"Aww! Look at the poor little nerd lying on the floor, babe." She stood in front of me as she stood next to Trent, my brother, with her arms wrapped his torso possessively as she looked up at him.


Yes. Trent is my older brother. Probably surprising to you that he isn’t defending me or anything against his girlfriend huh? Well, it’s not surprising to me considering this has been going on for a while now. We used to be really close up until two years ago when we entered this stupid school. This is the place where snobby bitches rule and high school bad boy jocks play girls like a game of football. To say that this place was hell incarnate would be, of course, the understatement of the year. No, scratch that. It would be the understatement of the century.


Who am I, you ask? I am Rachelle Sparks, a fifteen-year-old chubby girl, more commonly know to Sarah as that poor little nerd. In this school, where anorexia is the latest fad and any girl above 130 pounds is considered absolutely unacceptable, I tend to stick out like a sore thumb. I’m not big as to where people are afraid I’ll break a chair if I sit on it, but I’m not thin either. In terms of clothing size, a size fourteen is definitely a big no-no.


I’m sure you are all still reeling from the fact that my brother does nothing to defend me from those who pick on me. So allow me to explain. My brother, Trent, never told all these bitchy snobs that I am his sister. Instead, he decided to make up the all so creative story that I am his cousin, someone that he isn’t close to. They all bought it, therefore excluding and isolating me and including him into their circle. After that, it became very clear that having a nerdy sister like me shamed him. Even though this has been going on for two years now, it still hurts.


From my position on the floor I looked up into Trent’s face. He looked at me with widened eyes in horror, and for a moment, I deluded myself into thinking that maybe he would take pity on me and help me up. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. His shoulders started trembling, then he as he shook his head he burst into laughter, killing the tiny hope that had dared to bloom inside of me. Okay, so I got it. Who would ever help me anyway? It certainly would not be my brother, Mr. Hot-Shot. With that, they walked away, laughing their snobby asses off.


We used to be really close. I never, in my fifteen years of life, had ever even tried to hide a secret from him. He knows everything about me, and you could even go as far as saying that my brother had been my best-friend. But all of that changed when we moved to this school and he began to be popular. We still ride to school together, but he always stops his car on the last street before we arrive to drop me off and makes me walk the rest of the way.


The reason he does this is so he won’t be seen and associated with me. Ever since we entered this school, he had undergone a big change. It’s almost like his soul was exchanged for one who didn’t recognize me in the hallways, one who joined in laughing when all the other snobs teased and tormented me.


I tried asking what happened, why the sudden change, thousands of times. But I always failed to get a decent reply. Our parents noticed that everything had completely changed about their son and even the way he treated me but they can't do anything about it though they also tried asking him. In short, his new behavior and personality was a huge puzzle, one we couldn’t put together because we didn’t have all of the pieces.


We grew up together as the best of friends, promising that nothing would ever be able to separate us.


Now, we're total strangers to each other.


With a sigh, I got up and opened my locker to get clothes to change into after washing off the oily liquid coating my body from head to toe. I walked to the gym and hurried to the shower rooms, crossing my fingers in hope that they would be deserted. One look around proved that I was completely alone, as the seniors who had practice had just emptied the locker room.


I cleaned and dried myself up then decided to go home, since I had already missed my last class. I always walked on my way home from school. It is during this time that I always imagine the old times I spent with my only brother. Those were the good times. He would sometimes carry me around when I got tired or buy me ice cream on days I wasn’t feeling well. That only made it more difficult to accept that all of those good times and memories are just that: only memories.


After walking dejectedly for almost twenty minutes, I reached home and unlocked the door with my key. I trudged up the stairs then hurried to enter my room. It's Wednesday, and normally my parents would still be at work at this hour. I guess they decided to skip work today, since I managed to catch a glimpse of them downstairs before I came up here. Maybe Mom is still suffering from that headache she had told us about last night.


I opened my door and put my school things on my study table and then I plopped myself on bed. It was as I lay on my bed musing about the day’s events that I heard someone crying. I sat up and walked to the bedroom door to get a better listen. But I soon found that I still couldn’t hear what was being said so I left my room quietly and crept to the top of the stairs, where I had a perfect view of my parents in the living room. My mom was crying on the phone. Why was she crying? Did someone die? Somehow, I had the feeling that wasn’t it. I was about to start going down towards them, but my mom started speaking again. So I stayed rooted to my spot.


"No, no. Please don't take her. We love her,” she pleaded with the person on the other end. I had never seen Mom so sad or as broken as she looked at that moment. My dad was standing off to the side, looking like he wanted to comfort her, but not knowing how. This conversation felt like it something I wasn’t supposed to be privy to, but I just couldn’t make myself go back to my room. A feeling of unease started growing in the pit of my stomach as Mom continued sobbing on the phone.


“She’s like our daughter! She doesn't need you. We are her family now!" And with that, she slammed down the phone, effectively ending the conversation. There was a moment of silence, broken when she resumed crying into her hands.


That was Dad’s cue. He strode over to her and took her into his arms. She clung to him, wetting his shirt with her tears. Gently, Dad rubbed circles on her back in a comforting gesture. They stayed like for a couple of minutes, until Dad pulled away slightly.


"Who was that?" Dad asked anxiously, while wiping away the lingering tears on Mom’s cheeks. She sniffled, then cleared her throat several times to compose herself.


"That was Jennifer Dane. She was Natasha's sister.” She paused, letting that statement sink in. I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things, but when she said that, I could have sworn Dad’s face completely blanched. Mom continued talking, “She found out about Rachelle being living with us all these years. She wants to come for her. But I don't want Rachelle to be taken away from us. She’s like our daughter! I love her so much, and if Jennifer takes her away, I don’t know what I’d do!" Mom cried.


I just stood at the top of the stairs in complete confusion. What were they talking about?


"This is what I was afraid of,” Dad finally said. “We may have her adoption papers, we may have taken care of her all of these years, but in the end, Jennifer is her aunt. They are still related by blood.” Dad’s face was downcast, his voice filled with surrender to the inevitable.


"I know James. But, I love Rachelle. That woman, her aunt, told me that she can support Rachelle with anything she needs, as if that was the important matter at stake! Rachelle doesn't even know that she's not our child. If we tell her she’s not really our child, how do you think she’s going to take it? Huh? How am I supposed to explain to my daughter that she’s not really ours?"


By this point, I heard enough. I stormed down the stairs and into the living room, cutting into their conversation. I can tell I startled them, as Mom quickly tried to wipe away her tears and Dad tried to look like everything was fine. But that was a lie. Everything they had ever told me, everything I had ever believed was a lie.


"W-what do you mean I’m not your daughter? I existed for fifteen years without even knowing who my real parents are? Who are you people then?!" I exclaimed. Tears began streaming down my face, and Mom came towards me to envelop me in her embrace, but I pushed her away. She stood in front of me, hurt by my rejection.


"Baby, I’m so sorry. We love you, and I never knew that this day would come. I planned to tell you this but-"


"But what? If you really loved me, you would have told me the truth a long time ago! Just when were you planning to tell me the truth? Huh? Were you going to tell me in a year, five, or ten? Or were you never planning to tell me at all?” I shouted, walking forward as I demanded answers, until I was right in my Mom’s face. “So now I know. My entire existence has been a fucking lie!"


"No, Rachelle! Hear me out. Your parents died two months after your birth. They requested for us to keep you and treat you as our own child and that's what we did. We have loved you more than we ever thought we would, so much that we even forgot that you're not our own," Mom said in-between sobs.


My mind was reeling with this information, so much that I had to take a few steps back, away from my mom, in order to take it all in. I don't know how to take this. I really don’t know what to do. But what I do know is that I love this family I grew up with. I can't imagine my life without them, which is why I say what I say next.


"For some odd reason, I love you all, even with everything you just told me. You are all I know, which is why I don't want to go to that woman you were talking to a few minutes ago. Whether she claims that she is my aunt or not, I am not leaving you," I finished as I rushed forward to hug both Mom and Dad at the same time.


My last statement made quite an impact on them, as they remained speechless. It was as I stood there hugging them that I heard someone beginning to climb the stairs towards the bedrooms. I hadn’t even noticed when Trent arrived home because of all the emotions and thoughts running through me. We all looked up to him in unison.


"What's the drama all about? Did your little baby come home crying about being bullied again?" Trent sneered. I wished I could go over there and smack that sneer right off his face. You could tell he was really getting onto my nerves because I had never even thought about hitting someone in anger.


"No Trent. We're in a serious discussion here," Dad replied. Trent shrugged and started walking up the stairs again, but Dad stopped him. "Trent! Get back here! There’s something you have to know!” Trent kept walking, so Dad finally blurted out, “Rachelle isn't your real sister and her real aunt wants to take her away to New York!" Trent stopped walking up the stairs. I saw him ball up and clench his fists. He just stood there, not saying a word for a couple of moments before continuing to walk up the stairs and entering his room, which is just beside mine.


"Trent!" Dad was about to follow him up into his room, but Mom stopped him.


"James, just let him be honey. He's grown up. He just needs time to process all of this," Mom told him.


I don't know why, but tears fell quickly from my eyes when I saw him walk away. Maybe he really doesn’t care about me anymore after all. After few minutes, the doorbell rang. Dad and I both gave Mom questioning looks, and she explained that when my aunt Jennifer called, she was already in town.


I wanted to hide, somewhere where that woman who called herself my aunt couldn’t see me.


"I'll go open it," Dad said dejectedly and strode over to the door.


"But, James!" Mom started crying once again, causing me to do the same.


"She has the right to decide for her niece. Let's just try our best to talk to her in a nice way and ask if we can keep Rachelle with us. Besides that's what Rachelle wants. Isn’t it?" I nodded my head in affirmation and hugged him.


Mom told me to go to my bedroom and come down when I felt ready to face my aunt. She stayed downstairs with Dad to meet the woman who wanted to take me away from my family.


I entered my room and scanned every single detail of it. My eyes stopped at the three picture frames placed on my lamp shade desk. The first picture is of me and Trent when I was six and he was seven years old. He was hugging me while I sat on his lap. The next picture was our family picture taken when I was six as well. The next was another picture of me and Trent on my tenth birthday when he placed a dollop of icing on my nose and ending up wiping some of it somehow on his forehead. We were smiling like idiots into the camera. These were the moments that were really unforgettable.


I went to my bathroom and stared at my face on the mirror. My eyes were still red and puffy because of my earlier tears. I turned on the faucet and washed my face, drying it with my bath towel.


Before going downstairs, something in the back of my mind pushed me to knock at Trent's door. I was surprised when I twisted the knob and found it unlocked, which was really unusual.


I entered his room, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, seeing as the curtains were drawn and that made the room very dark. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back turned to me, with his head in his hands.


"Trent? I know we haven't been talking for so long but can you give me a sec?" I asked as I approached him. But he didn't even respond. "Hey?" This time I held his shoulders.


"What are you doing here? You heard it loud and clear, didn’t you? You are not my sister and I don't care!” He got up and grabbed me by the shoulders, shaking me. “You can now go with your aunt! She's your only family left, isn't she? So now, go!” he exclaimed as he shoved me in the direction of the door. I stumbled and fell, landing hard on my bottom. “I don't need you around anyway and my life will be so much better without you!" he shouted, and pointed to the door.


My whole body went numb as it automatically picked itself up. I backed up to the doorway and numbly walked out of his room, tears once again rushing out from my eyes. I went downstairs without looking back. I suddenly knew what I had to do.


"Rachelle?" I heard an unfamiliar voice. I looked up and saw an unfamiliar woman smiling tentatively at me as she stood next to my crying parents.


She startled me by immediately running towards me and hugging me so ever so tightly. I felt warmth envelop me with her hug. I felt a sudden familiarity, as if it was completely natural to hug her back. As if something like this had happened before.


"You are all grown up! Just look at you!” she exclaimed, holding me at arm’s length to get a proper look. She started rambling, “I want to take you with me to New York if you want. I'll respect whatever decision you make in regards to coming or staying. Everything will depend on you. I will not force you to go with me if you don't want. I want that to be very clear to you. If you decide to stay here, I'll just visit you and bring you anything you want. Besides, I can tell that they took good care of you and obviously love you very much." She smiled. I realized that she looked younger than what I thought she would. Her voice sounded sweet as well. I also realized that everyone was waiting for my response with baited breath.


Taking a deep breath, I said, "No. I want to go with you." I heard mom and dad gasp when I spoke. I felt my heartbeat quicken, knowing that I was not just breaking their hearts, but my own as well.


"Why did you change your mind so easily?" Mom asked weakly in a cracked voice.


"I can't stand to live in a house where not everyone accepts me as a part of their family. If I go with Jennifer to New York, at least I can have the feeling of being with someone who is really related to me by blood. At least I’ll know that I’m not an unwelcome addition to her home. Basically what I want is the feeling of family, and I can’t get that here anymore. But Mom, Dad, don't worry because I’ll always come back here to visit you."


I finally turned to look at Jennifer. "Is that okay with you?" I asked her.


"Why yes sweetie! I can book you a flight anytime you want!" She looked really happy with what I said. "I'll just come back tomorrow to pick you up. My agent will be the one to fix your school papers so you can transfer as soon as possible.”


"Okay then,” I said, giving her a slight smile.


"I guess I’d better be going now so you can have time with your parents. Because even though you are not really their daughter, they did a good job in stepping in as your parents. Goodbye sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow." After saying her goodbyes to Mom and Dad, she kissed me on my forehead and I escorted her out. I’ll say one thing; she must be really rich if she has her own limo.


When I came back, my parents were no longer in the living room, so I figured they went upstairs to their master bedroom. I felt like I owed them an explanation for my decision, so I followed the sound of their voices up into their room.


"Mom? Dad?" I said as I walked into their room. My parents turned to look at me, and my mom cut me off before I could even begin explaining my decision.


"Rachelle, are you really sure that you want to go with her?" Mom started asking me. I knew she would start of by asking that first.


"Yes, I am. Believe me, it’s not a decision I make lightly, but it’s what’s best for me right now. Besides, you said she's the only family I have now,” I responded with a heavy heart. The looks on both of their faces weren’t making this any easier for me.


"But we are also your family Rachelle. What made you change your mind? Did Trent say anything that made you change your mind?" she questioned me.


"I don't know. Mom, I love you and Dad. I want to thank you guys for raising me and treating me as your own child. I never in a million years thought that something like this could happen to me. But, Trent. He is your real child. I respect him and his wishes. If he doesn't want me here, then I will not stay here if it bothers him to have me here. Just promise me that you’ll focus on loving and taking good care of him like you have me," I responded.


"What did he tell you to make you decide to leave us?!" Dad asked in a loud tone, moving like he was about to go out and head to Trent's room to demand an explanation. I stepped in front of him, blocking the exit.


"Dad, please don't. My last wish before I leave is that you don't get mad at Trent and treat him as nicely as you can. If you do this for me, I’ll be happy and in peace before I leave. I promise. Just please do it for me. I love you," I stated as I hugged them from behind. I felt his arms sag in defeat, as if his body was weakened with my hug.


It wasn’t until I talked to them for another hour that I decided to drift off to bed early. I was completely sad and utterly exhausted.

Chapter One - Goodbye

Sometimes, goodbye is just a painful way to say I love you.

 

Chapter One - Goodbye

 

 

The sun seemed to have played a great part in waking me up as early as six in the morning as I had forgotten to close my curtains before I went to sleep.

 

 

I had almost forgotten what had happened last night and as soon as my senses woke up I jumped to my feet and made my way to the closet and grabbed the luggage bag right beside it.

 

 

It didn't take me long to pack my things because I just planned on taking the stuff I would want to keep with me when I got to New York as I planned to visit whenever I had a chance. The most important things I packed were my photo albums which included pictures of me and the Sparks family, the silver necklace that Trent gave me on my thirteenth birthday, my favorite accessories and some figurines. This stuff can make me smile no matter what.

 

 

I hurried to the shower after packing everything. After showering, I decided to wear a daily comfy white shirt and paired it up with brown trouser shorts.

 

 

When I went down stairs at eight, I saw mom and dad at the kitchen.

 

"Good morning baby." Mom and dad uttered in chorus.

 

"Morning mom." I kissed her cheeks. "Morning dad." I kissed dads’

 

"Um…so, are you ready to go with Mrs. Danes to New York?" That sounded more like a whisper. It seemed that mom was willing her self not cry and her voice not to crack.

 

 

I felt a sudden pang of guilt when I heard her question. Luckily, our little drama was interrupted when the doorbell rang.

 

 

"I'll go get it." Dad mumbled and mom nodded.

 

 

 

Mom stared at me as if she was memorizing my face and moved closer to pull me into a tight hug.

 

 

 

"We'll always love you no matter what Rachelle and we're here to support what ever decision you'll make. I hope you'll be happy with your aunt." I couldn’t help but cry as I hugged her back. I never wanted to leave but Trent's words from last night echoed in my mind.

 

"I'm sorry to barge in, but our plane will leave at ten and the airport is about an hour or two away from here." Aunt Jennifer stated politely.

 

"Are all your things ready?" Mom turned to face me.

 

"Um yes, everything's packed." I answered.

 

"Okay then. I'll call the driver to carry everything in the car." Aunt said.

 

 

 

It took us another thirty minutes of tearful goodbyes to each other before I finally got in the car with my aunt.

 

 

I hadn't seen Trent since I woke up and left. I felt sad about it but it’d just be more painful to say goodbye and not get a reply.

 

 

I loved Trent since the day I can remember. I can immediately tell when he's mad, happy or what ever feeling he feels. He suddenly just changed into a bad boy since we got to Carlisle High. That's the time when fame filled his personality and forgot about being my brother.

 

 

 

-Flashback-

 

"Rachelle Spaaaaarks!" Trent shouted to wake me up.

 

"Ugh, Trent. Why'd ya always have to shout right in my ears to wake me up? You might damage my ear drums, don't you know that?" I muttered under my pillow.

 

"Haha. Sorry my sista." He removed the pillow on my head and kissed me on my cheek. "Morning Rach. Let me help you up." He lifted me up in fireman’s lift.

 

"Argh! Trent put me down! You said you’d help me up! Not pick me up, stupid!" He didn't put me down but ran around the room as he carried me instead. "Ahhh! Stoooop!" I demanded.

 

"Man, you’re so damn heavy, Rach." He said as he put me down.

 

"No one told you to carry me and run around like a crazy lost puppy so it's your fault." I said, sticking my tongue out.

 

"Haha, okay. C'mon! We better get going! You may hit the showers now my piglet sista." I hit him on his side. "Ouch! What was that for?" He inquired.

 

"That's what you get for calling me piglet, you dork."

 

"Ohh c'mon! I was just kidding. And, Y’know, only I have the right to call you that and no one else, right? Now go. I love you." He kissed my forehead and pointed to the direction of the bathroom.

 

"I love you too bro." I smiled and nodded.

 

After preparing, we went to school together in Trent’s car.

 

"It's a whole new year and I have a good feeling about it!" He said happily.

 

"Maybe." I answered, my voice barely a whisper. I'm not really excited about the year and that school.

 

"What’s wrong?"

 

"Nothing, I just don't feel like going to a new school. What if they don't like me? What if I’m not going to have friends there?" I asked him.

 

"Don't you worry. I'm here Rach, I’m always here...only for you." Trent said. Aww, how I love my brother.

 

"Thanks. Love you."

 

"I love you more." He answered as he patted my back.

 

After five minutes of silence, we arrived at the school. He parked the car beside a black BMW.

 

"This is it!" He smiled like an idiot and got outside the car and ran to the other side to open my door.

 

"Gentleman huh?" I giggled.

 

"Just wanna be nice sis." He winked.

 

"What evs." He laughed.

 

"Mm-kay, let's now go to our class. See you at lunch. Take care." He kissed me on my forehead before we went different ways.

 

 

 

When I was on the hallway, I received killer gazes from people, which made me feel uncomfortable. I decided to find my locker first so I can put some of my things there. But before I had a chance to open my locker, someone pushed me, which caused me to fall on the floor. Oh wait, she's not just one, not two, but there are three of them.

 

"So, I can see that you're a newbie. Ha." The first blonde said, laughing maliciously. She scanned my body from head to toe. "Such a fat nerd. A new slave.." She whispered but loud enough for me to hear.

 

"Geez Sarah, she doesn't even belong here. With those huge glasses, she looks a complete geek-o-ehh-ow." The second blonde said.

 

"I know right." The first blonde who pushed me replied. Her name must be Sarah.

 

"Okay, girls. We better go now. Y'know, we have a whole year to make that nerd's life a living hell. Hahaha." The third Barbie spoke. Then they all marched away.

 

 

I got up and acted like nothing happened. I continued putting my stuff in my locker and made my way to my first class.

 

 

As usual, as a new student I introduced my self in front of the class. I felt really uncomfortable about that.

 

 

All of my morning classes went good when it comes to lessons, but my classmates…

 

 

I felt so relieved when I heard the school bell ring for lunch. Oh thank goodness! As I entered the cafeteria, I smiled when I saw Trent with a couple of guys and...with those three Barbies?! I headed towards them to approach Trent.

 

 

"Hey Trent!" I waved.

 

"Uh yeah. Hi." He looked at me for a sec. but immediately removed his gaze. I know him when he can't look straight. It means he's feeling uncomfortable.

 

"Heeeey, Trent? You know that nerd? Ohhh hey wait up! You have the same last name! What does that mean?" The Barbie named Sarah asked.

 

"He's my br-" I was about to answer but Trent covered my mouth.

 

"Umm, she's my cousin. But I’m not close to her." He looked at me. "You may now go, pig." He said as he let go of his hold on my mouth. I felt so hurt and embarrassed with those words. I walked away hearing their taunts.

 

 

 

I tried hard not to cry on the first day. I did my best and participated well on my classes. I hadn't met anyone who wanted to be my friend. Which I’m not surprised about. Well, I don't care. I have Trent as my brother and that is more than enough. I just thought of the fact that he has a reason on why did he said those words inside the cafeteria during lunch.

 

 

 

You see, I just can't get mad with him. I respect him so much that I even forget about respecting my self.

 

 

I walked to the parking lot where Trent parked the car. But I was surprised to see nothing. I guess he went home early so I just got my self a cab since I’m not yet familiar with the streets.

 

 

When I got home, I saw Trent's car parked in the lot. I entered the house feeling tired.

 

 

"Rach, baby you're home! Why did you decided to go home alone? Trent told us you don't want to go with him." Mom said.

 

 

"Huh? No. I want to go home with him but I haven't seen his car. That's why I just got my self a cab."

 

"Well that's what he told us. Do you want me to talk to him?" Dad replied.

 

"No dad. I'll go." I ran upstairs and knocked on his door. "Trent? Will you open your door?" He opened his door.

 

"What do you need?!" He asked in an angry tone. What the hell?

 

"Hey! You don't need to shout!" I pushed him out of the doorway to allow me to enter. "What's the matter with you?! Why are you with those bad looking boys and those three bitches a while ago?!" He was about to slap me but he stopped him self from doing so.

 

"Don't you dare calling them like that again. They are my friends! And from now on, I don't want to see you anywhere near me at the school. You got it?" He said in a full angry tone. I've never heard and seen him with that voice and face. He must be really mad.

 

 

I just turned my face down and walk out of his room crying. That was the day where everything about us changed.

 

 

-End of flashback.-

 

 

 

I felt so tired from the flight. But that tiredness immediately melted when my eyes met the beautiful sight of New York.

 

 

The limo ride went cool as it strolled down the city. I loved every single thing I saw. There's a lot of shopping places to go.

 

"I think you'll love New York, don’t you, Rachelle?" Aunt Jennifer asked.

 

"Yes, of course." I answered as I nodded.

 

 

We arrived at her house after an hour of limo drive. Man, her house was humongous! I wonder how many people lived there. The gate was painted with gold that made it look like a castle's gate. There was a huge fountain placed in front of the main house. I can say that they spent millions of dollar for that. It was colored with beige paint and has a huge glass wall on the side where you can see an overview of the inside.

 

 

My jaw dropped by just looking at her place.

 

"Earth to Rachelle." She voiced happily with a soft chuckle.

 

"Huh…yea?" My senses came back to reality. I blinked. "Is this where you live?" I asked.

 

"Yes my dear and from this day on, you are also going to live here." She answered as she kissed my forehead. "Let's go in."

 

 

 

Her house was even more beautiful inside. Everything was completely furnished and looked expensive.

 

"Hello there miss, you must be Rachelle Sparks. I'm Anna and I’m honored to serve you. Just call my name if you need anything." A chubby, middle-aged woman said. She looked really pleasant.

 

"Hello. Thank you Anna. Yes I am Rachelle. But now I’m just not sure about my last name..." I said as I looked up to Aunt.

 

"Ahhh, yes. I remembered. I'll call my lawyer to fix everything about your name and papers." She turned to Anna. "Can you take her to her room now?" Anna nodded.

 

"Sure Mrs. Danes. I will." She answered politely.

 

She ushered me upstairs and walked to a white door with my name on it embossed in pink.

 

 

 

I covered my eyes with my hands and peeped from my fingers to see the room. Damn. Since when did I get rich? The room was really big! It was like three to four times bigger than my room at Carlisle. The walls were harmonized with light and fuchsia pink with few lines of purple and white. The king sized bed seemed so comfortable and cute with the two pink and white human sized teddies on it. I loved the study table with a fuchsia colored Mac above it that was placed near my window on the side. My light pink and lavender curtain looked so cute and matched the room and so as the furry white carpet near my bed.

 

"Is this really made for me?" I asked her.

 

"Why yes. Mrs. Danes customized this room about a year ago when she discovered about you. You see, she really wants to have you here in her house." She replied and opened the door.

 

 

 

My dresser matched the theme of the room with white and slight pink details. The purple couch on the other side looked simple yet inviting on the other side. Ohh, and my wardrobe, I can’t forget to tell you how my wardrobe looked! It was a white, huge, had six mini drawers below with butterflies painted on it and has three huge openings for my clothes.

 

It was really girly and I loved it! I'm not that much girly but my room in this house was a huge exception to that statement.

 

"Excuse me miss Rachelle but I have to go down stairs to help them carry your things up here." I replied with a nod and smile because I still couldn't manage to speak after what I just saw.

 

Chapter Two - Trent And His Thoughts

I realized that we are just that, an irreplaceable memory.

 

 

Chapter Two - Trent And His Thoughts

 

-Trent's P.O.V.-

 

 

She's now gone. I wonder how will her life be in New York. Will she be happy and have friends there? Will she like it there? I hate it when thoughts about her lingers on my mind.

 

 

The truth is, I want to... Stop her from leaving although I discovered that she is not my sister. I don't really care whether we're related or not. I love Rachelle. We grew up together like no one can separate us. I've known her for so long.

 

 

I felt so rude and mean with what I said to her on that night after the first day of school. I'm just afraid of what Sarah and the guys can do to her if they found out that she is my sister and that we're very close to each other.

 

 

-Flashback-

 

 

I was walking near the football field when I saw a group of guys heading towards my direction.

 

"Hey kiddo! You must be a new student here, are you?" The tallest guy asked. It looks like these guys and I are of the same age for most of them has the same height as I do.

 

 

"Yes. I am a new student here. I am Trent Sparks." I smiled.

 

"Ohh by the way, i'm Karl Evans." He shook his hands with mine. "This is John Benz." He looked at the brown haired guy beside him. "And this is Dan Edwards." He pointed another tanned muscular guy.

 

"Nice to meet you guys." I said.

 

"So can I take a peek at your schedule? If you don't mind?" Karl asked and I handed him over my schedule after I nodded. "I see, we have a lot of classes together. Do you wanna join us? I'd also like you to meet our girls." He asked. I don't feel like going with them that much but as a new student, I can't be picky and I have no choice.

 

"Uhhh, eh... Sure." I mumbled under my breath.

 

"Then it's settled. You can now join our group. We'll show you around later." He smiled as he patted my back.

 

We entered our first class together, ten minutes earlier.

 

"Are we waiting for someone?" I asked Karl.

 

"Yup. But actually, there's three of them. Haha. Just wait a little bit more and you'll see the hottest girls in this school." He said cocking his head.

 

After a minute or two, three girls came barging in.

 

"She's soooo fat and I don't like her." The first girl said.

 

"Same here. Duh." Second blonde said.

 

"Hahaha. I mean those glasses looks so weirdooo." The third girl who's wearing a low tube top spoke.

 

If you ask me, they don't appear as much appealing as other people think they do.

 

"Ohhh. Hey girls. Look at the guy beside Karl." The first girl pointed at me. Karl stood up to introduce me.

 

"Hey girls. I want you to meet our new buddy. This is Trent Sparks. The new guy here in Carlisle."

 

 

"Ohh. Likey." The first blonde, which seemed to be their leader said as she looked at my body from top to toe. I felt like she's ripping my clothes by the way she stares at me. Gawd.

 

 

"And oh, Trent, this is Sarah Edwards, the sister of Dan." He introduced the first girl of the three who spoke a while ago. She looks rich and has a blonde, long curly hair and I can say that she puts make up on her face with those glitters on her eyes. "This is Louise." He referred to the girl on the left side of Sarah. She has a light brown hair wearing a sleeveless top. "And this is Jane." He pointed the last girl who spoke earlier. Uhh, the one I said who's wearing a low tube top? Man, since when did we have a fabric shortage? These girls seemed to be suffering from that.

 

 

"Hi." Was all I can manage to say.

 

 

Sarah pulled a chair and she sat beside me. She did that for all the morning classes we had. I can see that she's really famous in this school. Every people moves to the side when she starts to walk with her two friends on each side of her.

 

The last instructor dismissed us earlier than we should be. In line with that, Sarah decided to call me, Karl, Dan, Louise and Jane for the reason that I don't even know. She decided for us to go to the empty room on the back of the gym. As we roam around the school of unison, I loved the attention of the people seeing us. It was the first time I felt this superiority. Everyone's waving at me and girls looks at me so differently. Is this the effect of being with them? Well, man! This feels so effing great!

 

"Why are we here?" Karl asked when we arrived to the said room.

 

"Well, I just wanna say something." Sarah answered.

 

"What's that sis?" Dan asked.

 

"Good question brotha. Hmm. We met this new geek at the lockers a while ago named Rachelle Sparks." My heart started pumping faster when I heard Rachelle's name.

 

"And then?" John inquired.

 

"I want to make her life in Carlisle High a living trash." She said chuckling. I was about to react but Karl spoke.

 

"Ohh. Who ever tries to mess up with your plans gets a one big bang from us. So, yeah. What ever you say." He said.

 

"Totally. And you know, who ever comes near to that geek will also have a fully messed up life. Right? The only good thing about my rules is that as long as no one tends to go with that girl, then no one gets hurt." Sarah said. I decided not to speak though my insides wants me to do so. I just don't wanna cause any trouble here.

 

As we walked our way to the cafeteria, I decided to talk to Karl about what did just Sarah said I while ago so we let them go first while Karl and I went to the nearest empty room near the cafeteria.

 

"Any problem?" Karl asked.

 

"Nothing much. But can I ask you why does Sarah doesn't like the new girl and why will it cause trouble when she saw that someone go near her? Uh, you know, I just don't understand." I questioned him nervously.

 

"Aha. Yeah that. I'm not surprised that ya asked man. Well, Sarah is the most popular and err, something like worshipped girl in this school and she hates any new girl that enters this high school specially nerds." He replied.

 

"Is that all?"

 

"Yeah I guess? I just so happened that her anger levels go up every time she sees a nerd. If you ask me, that new Sparks girl that they were talking about is very lucky when Sarah told us a while ago that as long as no one comes or go near with her, then there's no trouble to arouse." He stated.

 

"Oh.. I see." I said as I frowned a bit.

 

"Can we go to them now?"

 

"Ah, yea."

 

Karl and I went to the cafeteria and headed where the others where sitting. I wonder why the way Sarah looks at me seemed to be so different.

 

"Hey Trent. Come and sit beside me." I sat beside her granting her request. "And I already both you some food. Here you go." She said as she handed me a tray.

 

"Thanks Sarah. That's really nice of you." I smiled after I took the tray. This girl's kinda nice and cute? I guess...

 

 

"Hey Trent!" I heard a very familiar voice called my name. Oh my instincts were right. It was Rachelle.

 

"Uh yeah. Hi." I waved uncomfortably frowning a bit.

 

"Heeeey. Trent? You know that nerd? Ohhh hey wait up! You have the same last name! How could we don't notice that?! What does that exactly mean?!" Sarah asked me looking a bit disappointed.

 

"He's my br-" Rachelle was about to answer but I covered her mouth. Darn it. I have to come up with a good lie.

 

"Uhh she's my cousin. But, i'm not close to her." I looked at her. "You may now go, pig." I said as I let go of my hold on her mouth. I can see and feel on the look of her eyes that she was badly hurt with what I said as she walked away with her face turned down.

 

But I can't let them hurt her and I don't want to get my self in trouble and be hated by them when they figured out what my real relationship with Rachelle is. They were really nice to me and I can see that i'll feel alright with their companion.

 

I went home earlier and left Rachelle without texting her. I don't really know why do I feel like this. But my mind can't really think straight with this situation i'm in.

 

Rachelle went up to my room and asked me what is exactly with me. I remained silent in the moment. But when those words such as bad guys and bitches came out of her mouth, I can't believe I almost slapped her but I stopped my self from doing so. I just told her to never call them that and asked her to get out of my room angrily.

 

-End of flashback-

 

 

 

 

Everything started to change since that day on. Mom and dad tried asking me for so many times but I never answered.

 

 

Maybe you'll say now that I am so stupid. Yeah. That's true. I've been a stupid coward not to protect my sister because of my fear to lose fame.

 

 

I admit I really loved it. I became Sarah Edward's boyfriend after a month when she confessed her feelings to me. I mean, who am I kidding if i'm going to say no to such a hottie?

 

 

It was awesome. Being called as one of the famous guys in school and being Sarah's boyfriend is so overwhelming.

 

 

 

But on the on the other side of me is the old Trent who misses being with her sister none other than Rachelle... My little baby sister... My very best friend since the day I can remember who can read me so well... I just missed her... So much. And now that she's gone, I blame my self for letting her go to New York. She was given the chance to decide! I heard it. I have the best ability to make her change her mind but I didn't do anything. Instead, I made her more eager to go away with those words that I just thrown to her last night. I'm such a jerk. And now it hurts me twice every time I see mom cry because she missed her. Knowing mom, she'll not get over Rachelle that easy. She loved her so much though she knew from the very start that Rach isn't her daughter.

 

 

 

Now, she's gone to New York with her Aunt. I don't even know if i'll still have the chance to see her, apologize or even just ask on how is she doing... I bet she's even mad at me for what I said...

 

Chapter Three - Dealing With A New Family

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, but i'm doing it.

 

Chapter Three- Dealing With A New Family

 

 

It's already been a week and a half since I got to New York. Days seemed to be so fast.

 

 

But whenever thoughts about Trent, mom and dad lingers on my mind, every minute seemed to be as long as an hour. Everything slowed down. I can't help but frown and even start crying sometimes.

 

I miss them so much. I wonder if I ever cross their minds.

 

I was snapped back out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door. It was Aunt Jeniffer.

 

 

"Hey sweety. How are you?" She asked with a smile.

 

"Err, i'm... I'm fine." I answered but sounding a bit unsure.

 

"Are you sure? Coz I don't think you look like one. Hmm. Let me guess, you already miss the Sparks, am I right?" I replied with just a nod. She seemed to understand me because she hugged me as she draw circles on my back with her warm hands.

 

"I'm sorry Aunt. I just can't hide it. I, I missed them. Specially Trent although he's not talking to me since like about month or two even before I got here." That's where salty water started streaming down my face.

 

"I completely understand sweety. You can express your thoughts with me. If you want? It's just that, I don't want to see you feeling so bad. I just want to do my role as your Aunt." She muttered in a concerned tone. Since I felt comfortable with Aunt, maybe because she's my aunt, I decided to open it up to her.

 

 

I told her everything about me and the Sparks. Even those problems about me and Trent and issues about people making a big issue about how I look with my body. I think she understood everything. Oh, thank God for giving me a Aunt Jeniffer.

 

 

 

"Okay. So now it's clearer to me." She said after I told everything to her. "You're beautiful Rachelle. Always remember that." Oh c'mon. I know that she only said that because she is my Aunt.

 

"Oh Aunt Jeni. Please stop kidding me.." I spoke in a low voice, loosing my self esteem. My mind was saying that HELLO? How can someone think that your beautiful if everyone stares at you like a complete no one? And please, take note of the fact that people thinks you're fat with that size!

 

 

"Don't you trust me Rachelle? For me you're beautiful. I'm not only saying this because I am your aunt but because it's true." She stated giving that as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

 

 

"I believe you. Yes I do. But auntie, not everyone has the same way of thinking as you do. You may find me beautiful or whatever but others see me as a fat nerd." I replied in a cracking voice. That stopped her. See? I was right.

 

"Okay. But, not everyone also thinks that way. You should always take note of that. You should now start moving on darlin'. Carlisle is seven hours away from here with a plane. Those old mates of yours are way too far for you to keep in mind. You'll be entering your new school in two days. You should start preparing for it. Cheer up." She's such a nice woman.

 

 

"Okay. But, can I ask how is the papers with regards to my name goin?"

 

 

"Oh that. Well, my lawyer is currently working on the affidavit. The Sparks changed only your last name with theirs when you were only two months old. They have your parents approval before they died because they are really close with them and your parents entrusted you to them. The usual process takes a long time. But don't you worry. I have lots of connections to make the process move faster." She ensured. I nodded in content.

 

We went downstairs to have our dinner. Ethan, his son who is my only cousin was already sitting comfortably on his place and aunt's husband in the person of Mr. Ray Danes was also there. Uncle Ray greeted me with a smile.

 

"Good evening Rachelle. You make take your seat now. Dinner's ready." I smiled back as I took my seat.

 

"Thanks uncle." Ethan looked at me after I answered.

 

"Did you..Cry?" He asked.

 

"Yes yes. But you don't need to ask her why son." Aunt answered for me.

 

 

 

Ethan and I has the same age. But he's six months older. He's pretty tall. Has those manly muscles and has a well built bod. Well to tell you honestly, my cousin looks hot. Yeah. He does. He has that brown wavy locks and those piercing gray eyes that you'd always love to look at. And oh, did I mentioned that he's on the football team? Yes! He is! No wonder why girls always go crazy for him. He's also cool, nice and fun to be with based on my calculations for my first week staying with them. We're not that close but we talk and sometimes joke around.

 

 

When we finished eating, Ethan spoke.

 

 

"So, when is my cousin Rachy going to school?" He asked his mom but he's looking at me smiling sheepishly.

 

"The day after tomorrow. You better go and introduce her to some friends of yours so that she'd be able to have some friends." Aunt answered.

 

"Oh. Okay. But..."

 

"What?"

 

"But mom..." He looked away from me. "No offense to Rachy. But you know how my pals go. I mean... Ugh, it's really hard to explain."

 

 

I got it. I understand what my cousin in trying to say. "Ethan? Yea. It's okay. I know. I understand. Your friends are only capable of being friends with someone who's popular, pretty and skinny. What can I say, they have their reputations to protect. It's fine." I said in a cool tone though it hurts inside but I tried to act at my best so that Ethan will not be feeling that bad for me.

 

 

Ethan just shut up. Looking guilty about what I said. So that means i'm once again correct. Geez. Why can't I be thin like other girls?? Because you're lazy to work out Rachelle. My other side spoke. Ugh. Yes I am.

 

 

Whenever I try to do a 'workout', my entire body weakens then my mind shifts from thinking about losing weight to thinking about good foods to eat. Another is... I love sweets so much. That's why I have this size.

 

 

***

 

The next day went well. Aunt Jeniffer and I went out shopping for my school which is going to start tomorrow. She's even more excited than me.

 

 

When i'm currently having a walk on the school stuffs section, my eyes widened when I saw a One Direction book on one of the book shelves. Yeappp! I'm a Directioner. Haha. I smiled when I saw my five boys on the cover. It reminded of Carlisle and my brain flashed the thoughts of 'maybe i'll have a bigger chance to see them if I still live there' which made me frown.

 

 

Aunt saw me holding the book. "Do you like that book? I'll go buy it. C'mon." I cocked my head like a crazy little hungry kid that was about to get a piece of chocolate. Heck yes! 1D makes me happy. My iPod has all of their songs that I listen to every night. I know all of their song's lyrics with all of my heart. How's that? Aha.

 

 

Aunt bought me several books that may help me with my studies, dresses from American Eagle, Aeropostale, Wetseal and Abercrombie and Fitch, shoes, bags and even some 1D stuffs! Shopping with Aunt Jeni was amazayn! I love it!

 

 

I felt tired but really happy when we got home. I logged on to my Facebook account before I go off to bed. It's been a week since I last checked my account. I was surprised to see messages from my old friends in Doncaster asking me how was my life in New York going and some other questions just like that. Most of them are Directioners too because Louis, a member of 1D was from there. That's why I became a Directioner. Well, we lived in Doncaster before we moved to Carlisle.

 

 

Nextly, I can't help but to check out Trent's profile so I typed his name and clicked. I was taken aback when I saw that his relationship status has already changed in to single just yesterday. Aha! Thank goodness he finally opened his eyes and saw that Sarah is not for her. In the first place Sarah is the one who asked Trent for him to be his girl friend. How awkward.

 

 

I turned my stalker mode on and read some comments.

 

Dan Edwards: Haha. I knew you two will end up being single. Knowing Sarah, she never gets tied down.

 

Trent Sparks: i know. so do i. aha. we've decided not 2 count our relationship. u know, being friends with benefits is the best! aha.

 

Sarah Edwards: yea. x

 

 

So, they are now friends with benefits? Whatever. I scrolled down his profile I haven't found anything interesting until I saw Karl's post on his wall.

 

 

Karl Evans: i heard that ur piggy lil cuzzy transferred dude!

 

Trent Sparks: yep i know

 

Karl Evans: well u must be glad. aha

 

Sarah Edwards: haha! i'll b d one 2 answer 4 trent. yesss. he's sooooo fvcking glad!

 

 

I can't take it anymore so I decided to log out... Why am I still affected with what they are saying? I have to start removing them into my mind and move the hell on.

 

 

I hate my self for crying whenever I see or hear something bad about me. I easily get mentally hurt. I don't know why but it sucks!

 

 

I plumped my self down to my bed and stared at those pictures placed on my desk. I can't help the tears that is streaming down my face every time I remember all of my happy moments with the Sparks.

 

 

I missed the feeling of having a brother beside you, someone to protect you, someone to care for you and someone to make you smile whenever you feel down. But that 'someone' was gone long time ago since I entered Carlisle High.

 

 

I closed my eyes, hoping for a miracle to happen. I wish every awful thing that happened were all just a stupid dream...

Chapter Four - Having A New Friend

The first 10 years of a girls life is spent playing with Barbies & the next 10 years are spent trying to look like one.

 

Chapter Four - Having A New Friend

 

I groggily groaned to press the dismiss button of my alarm. I was about to go back to my dreamland when the thought of my first day in my new school today suddenly popped.

 

 

I immediately got up and started preparing my self for this day. After hitting the showers, i decided to wear my new blue AE hoodies and my white skinny jeans paired up with a pair of my red Converse. I twisted my shoulder length hair into a messy bun then put on my eyeglasses afterwards.

 

 

I went down stairs and was surprised to see that everyone was already dressed up.

 

 

Aunt Jeni and Uncle Ray was in their usual office attire and Ethan is... Ethan still. Haha. Looking so sexy on his black shirt paired up with gray fitted pants that suits him.

 

"Hey, lilo cuzzy Rachy. We're waiting for you to go down so we can eat." He said smiling. Note the sarcasm.

 

"Ohhh. I'm sorry." I said shyly as I took my seat.

 

"Ethan where are your manners?" Uncle Ray said to his son and looked at me. "No, it's okay Rachelle. Don't listen to Ethan." Ethan just shrugged after hearing that.

 

 

I ate pancakes and bacon which tasted so yummy then after we've finished eating, Aunt asked Ethan to drive me to school everyday from this day on.

 

 

"Yea. Whatever mom. It seems that I don't even have a choice." He winked at me and placed his heavy arms on my shoulders. "Leggo lil Rachy. I don't wanna be late." He said as we walked with his arms placed on my shoulders.

 

"Ugh. Please stop calling me those names." I muttered annoyingly under my breath.

 

"But I like it." He whispered on my ears. I was about to shot him a glare but I heard Aunt's voice from behind.

 

"Have fun! Take care!" She waved.

 

"Thanks Aunt! Bbye!"

 

"Oh c'mon get in the car now." Ethan told me as he opened the door for me.

 

"Aha. Yeah. Thanks." I replied.

 

 

I found it hard to start a conversation with Ethan because i'm not yet used to talk to him since I got to their house. He's my cousin but it just so happened that he seemed to be so unpredictable.

 

"Uh, Rachy. You know..." At last. He finally spoke.

 

"What?"

 

"That thing I told last time about my friends. I mean, just go with the flow in case they treat you the wrong way." He said. What?

 

"In case they treat me the wrong way? Just go with the flow? Are you crazy?!"

 

"No, no. I mean just don't listen to them. Haha. Don't freak out that much. Sorry, i'm just not good in choosing the rights words to say. I'm just trying to break it up to you nicely Rachy. Oh wait that rhymes! Aha!!" He told me laughing. Man, I think my cousin's crazy.. But yeah, sexy. Haha

 

 

I wowed when I saw the other cars parked on the parking lot of the school changing the subject. It seemed that every student studying here was pretty rich. Damn.

 

 

"I guess everyone's a big time here." I said.

 

"Big time? You mean uhh. Rich? Haha. Kinda." He replied with that playful smirk on his face. "C'mon. Mom asked the administration to make all of your classes same as mine. Soooo, you have no choice but to stick with yoh sexy cuzyy Rachy." He pinched my cheeks.

 

"Oww! Okay!" I shouted with annoyance on my face.

 

 

So there it is. The usual doings of a transferee during first days. I hate introducing my self in front of the class! Ugh.

 

 

Everytime I walk with Ethan, I can always see people sending me glares. I feel really uncomfortable about that.

 

 

 

"So, you ready to meet my friends?" Ethan asked.

 

 

"Do I have a choice?" I answered rolling my eyes.

 

 

 

We entered the next class receiving eyes gazing on us. I mean, yeah, specially on me. I wanted so bad to just close my eyes and cover my ears because their whisperings and stares keeps on annoying the shit out of me! Ugghh. But not until my eyes saw the sexiest thing i've ever seen on Earth...

 

 

He was there at the corner of the room. Smiling like an angel, looking perfect with his white muscle fit shirt paired with his blue jeans and Vans shoes. He looks so, so hot.

 

 

 

"Earth to Rachy." I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Ethan's hand waving in front of my face.

 

 

"Uh, yeah?" I asked.

 

 

"Come here." He pulled me with my hand walking on the side of the room going to the other corner-side of it. Hey, what? Wait! Oh my.

 

 

"Hey Ky. This is my cousin. She's Rachelle." I smiled shyly on the guy in front of me. So, my cousin has a friend that has a body of Greek God!

 

 

"So she is the one that you're telling me last night? She's cute. Heyya, i'm Kyle Jackson." He said winking at me. Shit! I can't help but blush at those striking ocean blue eyes. And did he mentioned that my cousin were talking about me last night?

 

 

"Yea. Shut the hell up man!" He whisper-shouted to Kyle's ear. Ha! As if I cannot hear that. "Anyway, where are the boys?" He asked him.

 

"Out in the field. Practicing again. Ya know. Actually, we should too. They are looking for you. I just told them that i'll go look for you first before going there." Okay so they are now talking to each other like I don't exist.

 

 

"Aww! Yeah. I forgot!" Ethan turned to look at me. "Rachy, I kinda have to leave you for an hour or two or... Maybe longer. We're excused for our classes today because we need to practice for the upcoming game on Friday."

 

"Oh. I see. Okay. You guys go ahead." I said nodding. Pretending to smile that i'm gonna be fine even though i'm not.

 

 

When Ethan and Kyle were nowhere of sight, a girl stood up and walked in front of me.

 

 

 

 

"Don't you dare having a crush on Kyle Jackson. He's mine." What the?

 

"Excuse me? Are you talking to me? If yes, well you can take your Kyle. I don't have any crush on him." Okay I lied.

 

 

"Liar. I can see it in your eyes. Haha. Well, okay go ahead. Even if he'll tell you that he likes you, he'll just play and throw you away anyway. Aww. Poor you." Everyone started to laugh. As she go back to her seat. I didn't say anything.

 

 

"Hey. You okay? Don't mind them." I heard a voice muttered coming from beside me. My head was faced down on the floor.

 

"Who are you?" I asked.

 

"I'm Faith. You are Rachelle... I forgot the surname. Haha. Uhm you are Ethan's cousin? If i'm not mistaken?" She asked.

 

 

"It's Richardson." Yeah. Richardson is my real surname. Aunt Jeniffer fixed everything as soon as her lawyer can. I'm lucky that she has lot's of connection for those papers to be processed. "And yes.. He's my cousin." I continued.

 

"Ohh. I see. No wonder why Chelsey's attitude was like that towards you. Because Kyle commented that you're cute and Kyle is Ethan's friend. Haha. Well he's right. You are cute." She told me smiling. It was the second time that someone called me cute and those two happened just today!

 

"Oh thanks. But..." I can't really look straight into her eyes because of shyness that I felt.

 

"But what?"

 

"I'm fat. And no one likes me." I mumbled.

 

"What? No! You're not that fat! You're only a little chubby. But not fat. You can call it curvy." She answered patting my back.

 

"Well that's just the same. They even said i'm nerd and no one will ever like me." That's the time where I finally stared straight into her green eyes. I realized that she's actually pretty.

 

"That's because you wear those eyeglasses." She said pointing at my eyes. That made me shut up.

 

"I like these glasses. M-my brother was the one who gave me these last summer." I replied controlling my tears.

 

"Oh. I'm sorry. So you have a brother? Where is he then?" I was about to answer but the teacher came in to start the class.

 

"I'll go seat beside you okay?" Faith told me.

 

"Yeah sure." I smiled.

 

As our class goes on, Faith slipped a small piece of paper on my desk. It has her number on it and words saying; 'Call me when you need someone to talk to. ;) '

 

I never tried to think twice whether to save her number or not. I'm happy I just made a new friend.

 

After all of my classes, it was already time to go home. I saw Faith in the hallway walking alone.

 

 

"Hey Faith!" I waved.

 

"Oh, hi Rachelle." She smiled.

 

"Why are you here walking all by yourself?" I curiously asked her.

 

"Well, I always walk alone. Haha." She said dryly faking her laugh in the end. I can feel that there's something wrong.

 

"How come? You're really pretty. It's too impossible that you don't have any friends." I told her in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

 

"You really wanna know why? Okay. I'll tell you why. But not here. Let's go to somewhere else. Hmm. Maybe at the coffee shop? Right! Come on!" She exclaimed looking excited.

 

"Wait. I don't have any car. I'll be going home with Ethan later."

 

"Oh. It doesn't matter! I'll drive you home." She's nice. So I nodded.

 

 

We went to Starbucks and ordered frappes for us.

 

 

"Okay. So you wanna know why I don't have friends in the school?" Faith asked.

 

"Yeah. That's impossible."

 

 

"Well there's a story behind that and it goes this way... I have friends before. There's three of us. It's me, Katie and Chelsey. Yea, you heard that right. Chelsey was used to be my friend. She was all good before. Back then, she don't even dress slutty like she do now. When our friend Katie moved to Australia, Chelsey changed. Katie was like the leader of our group but she's nice and was never mean. She's pretty but she never used that to hurt other people nor to get boys. A lot of guys admired her. When she left, Chelsey became so happy that she's now the center of the talk at school being the most popular sophomore. I realized that all those times that she spent with Katie was just a part of her plans. She was envious of her." She sighed and looked at the window.

 

"How about you?" I inquired.

 

"What? Am I jealous of Katie's fame? No! I love her. She's my best friend and I support her." She uttered looking down.

 

"No, I know you're not. What I mean is, what about you and Chelsey?"

 

"Oh that. When Katie moved, she started getting attention. I mean, we. She wanted so bad to get me out of her sight so she could get more attention. She looks at me not as a friend but as a mortal enemy because we are always compared. She told everyone that I have bad breath, body odor and many more stinky lies about me so that everyone will stay away from me." We're slightly interrupted when our order arrived.

 

"Here's your order. Just tell us if you need anything." The waiter placed our frappes on the table.

 

"Thanks." Faith and I spoke in unison. When the waiter walked away, we started laughing. Faith cleared her throat.

 

"Uhm. So, how about you?" She asked sipping her coffee. "You were about to say something about your brother right? And why did you moved here to New York?" She started throwing many questions at a time.

 

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you. One at a time.." She nodded and I told her everything. Well, almost. Not all actually. That would take a day if I tell her. Haha. But she's a good listener though.

 

"Oh I see. That's pretty serious. But don't you miss your foster parents?" She asked after I told her my story.

 

"I do. They never left my mind. I always think of how are they, what are they doing and everything." I answered.

 

"So, does that mean that you still have plans on going back there? Your aunt is in favor with that and will support you anyway, right?" She questioned me again.

 

"Maybe? I don't know." Was the only words that came out of my mind. The truth is, I really don't know if I want to go back there or not. I'm just so confused.

 

"Try to keep calm. Don't let your mind be saturated with such problems. I'll be here for you. I promise." She said as she held my hands. I'm so happy I finally found a friend.

 

 

I thanked her and she also thanked me for entrusting my secret to her. Faith was the one who paid for the bills and she drove me home.

 

"Do you wanna come in?" I asked her.

 

"No, no. I have to go anyway. Mom's waiting. Hmm. Maybe next time?" She winked.

 

"Yeah sure! Oh wait! I have a better idea! How about a sleep over?" I suggested.

 

"That would be great! Sure! Okay! Bbye!"

 

"Alright then! Thanks, take care!" I waved as she drove away.

 

I entered the house and saw Aunt Jeni looking so worried.

 

"Rachelle! Thank goodness you're safe! Where have you been? Are you okay? Why are you not answering my calls and texts?" Oh my. I forgot to change the settings of my phone. It was still turned to silent.

 

"Sorry auntie. My phone was turned to silent. I forgot to text you and Ethan that my new friend, Faith and I went out. We kinda have a chit chat on the coffee shop. She's the one who drove me home." I said apologizing as I bit my lip. I'm nervous.

 

"Okay. It's fine. Just don't forget to text me next time okay." Aunt told me and I assured her that I will do that next time. She told me to go to my room and change so I went up stairs. But before I can enter my room, I saw Ethan standing on the door of his room, looking at me smiling.

 

"So, got your self a new friend huh?" He said smirking. Why does this guy smirk a lot?

 

"Yep. Faith's nice." I said smiling.

 

"Yeyea. She's nice." He said rolling his eyes trying to make his voice sound like mine. I playfully punched his arms.

 

"Hey! I don't sound like that!" I told him.

 

"Haha. You do." He stuck out his tongue. "But I have one advice to you. Better cover your nose when you're with her." That made my mood changed.

 

"Why do you guys believe so much with Katie. Okay, look. Maybe I don't know Faith or Katie but I can say that Faith is so much better than her in all ways. And another is, she doesn't have any body odors!" I'm not even aware that I shouted to him because of what he said.

 

"Okaaaay! Sorry!" He said as he cupped my face to shut me up. I felt my cheeks burned when he did that.

 

"I-I-I just don't want to see you judging her. She's nice. Believe me." I mumbled.

 

 

He let out a sigh. "Okay. Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Damn. I thought those sayings about her were true." He said scratching his hair in shame.

 

 

"I understand. Uh, okay. I'll go and change now." With that, I entered my room to change.

 

Chapter Five - Signs?

Crying doesn't always mean you're weak, it just means you've been strong and tried acting so numb for too long.

 

Chapter Five- Signs?

 

 

My first week in Xavier High went well and so as with my friendship with Faith. I am also able to catch up some lessons with her help which i'm really thankful about.

 

 

I entered my English class earlier than usual. I just feel like going early because I want to read some of my notes before the class starts.

 

 

While i'm scanning my notes, I was surprised to see Kyle standing in front of my desk.

 

 

"Studying hard, eh?" He flashed his bright smile showing those perfect white teeth. I felt my cheeks turn to crimson as my body temperature heats up due to nervousness.

 

 

"H-hi. Just wanna read notes to understand the discussions later." I turn my gaze on my notes so he can't see my face. I'm just too shy to show it to him.

 

 

"Sounds good." He smirked. "Guess i'll sit beside you." He made his way to the chair on my right and placed his bag on it never putting his eyes away from me. "Breathe, Rachelle."

 

 

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." My heart beat was  faster than usual. I felt a relief when I saw faith entered the room.

 

 

"Hey Rachelle." Faith hugged me. "Hmm. I smell something here." She whispered on my ears and sat down on the vacant chair beside me.

 

 

Mr. Robins entered the class and all of us started to keep quiet when he started his lesson.

 

 

It was my first time to feel this strange. Every time I try to stare at the corner of my eyes, I see Kyle looking at me.

 

 

The bell for lunch rang. Ah, finally! I walked hurriedly to the cafeteria with Faith.

 

 

"Oh my gosh Chelle! He stared at you a while ago! I saw that!" Faith said with full excitement in her voice handing me a tray.

 

 

"Maybe you're wrong F, why would he do that?" I asked her seriously. But i'm screaming deep inside because I thought I was the only one who saw Kyle stared at me during our English period.

 

 

"Hello? Can't you see? He likes youuuuu! Duh." She rolled her eyes. We started picking our foods and head to an empty table to eat and discuss.

 

 

Although I haven't told her about me having a crush on Kyle, she seemed to read my actions so well. Or, was it too obvious?

 

 

"How could you tell that he likes me? You never even talked to him." I crossed my arms and faced her.

 

 

"Whatever Rach! I don't need to talk to him just to notice that. And besides, i'm not as numb as you not to feel or even see that." I just shrugged when she said that. She took a bite of her burger shaking her head.

 

 

Sometimes, I just don't get it why Faith tells me that. I admit I have a crush on Kyle. But does he feel the same way? I was taken aback from my thoughts when Kyle sat beside me while Faith and I were currently having our lunch.

 

 

"Hey Rachelle. Can I sit here?" Why do I have to deal with him again? My jaw dropped down when he asked. Faith pinched my sides.

 

 

"Ow!" I gave Faith a what-do-you-think-you're-doing look. "Oh, yeah. Uh, of course." I smiled nervously at Kyle. Why does he wants to sit beside me?

 

 

"Thanks, so, how was your first week here on Xavier High?" He asked.

 

 

"It was fine. I'm happy I met Faith." I replied smiling though I still feel uncomfortable.

 

 

He stared at me for a moment. I felt like i'm going to melt by the way he looked at me.

 

 

"Is there any dirt on my face?" My voice sounded a bit shaky.

 

 

He shook his head and smirked then stood up. "I'll see ya later." Then he winked. What is he doing?

 

 

"Seeeeeee! I told you Rachelle Richardson! He likes you!" Faith shouted emphasizing the 'see' word when Kyle is nowhere to be seen.

 

 

"It's just, I don't know. I don't understand." I really don't know how to react with what did just happened.

 

 

"Actually, I kinda have a strange feeling about him. I mean, you know, he's a player. And being a player means-" I cut her off.

 

 

"He only wants girls who's hot or those of cheer leader type. I know Faith. I know." She remained silent. "I do have a point with what I said right? I'm not his type and that's what bothers me. What does those actions of him means then?"

 

 

"I don't know. Sorry Rachelle." See? Even Faith can't get it.

 

 

***

 

 

When the last period ended, I was surprised to feel Ethan's arms placed on my shoulders. Ugh.

 

 

"Rachy!" He grinned like an idiot.

 

 

"Why again Ethan..." That sounded more like a boring sentence than a question.

 

 

"What's wrong? You look so un-Rachy-like today!" A quiet laugh escaped on my mouth when I heard the 'un-Rachy-like' word.

 

 

"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired." I looked up to him slightly smiling.

 

 

I hopped in to his car as he opened the side passenger door.

 

 

"How gentle man of you, thanks." He ran to the other side of the car and entered.

 

 

"That's my middle name cuzzy." He winked. This boy sure has oozing confidence for himself.

 

 

The driving went silent until we reached home. Aunt Jeni was sitting on the sofa at the living room. She stood and walked towards me and Ethan. Aunt gave me a kiss on my cheeks and hugged me and so as Ethan.

 

 

"So, how's your day?" She asked me.

 

 

"It was fine Auntie. Thank you." She smiled and turned to Ethan.

 

 

"How about my only boy's day? Hmm?" Ethan frowned when Aunt held his head and messed his hair up.

 

 

"Mine was also fine Mom. Please don't do that to my precious hair again." I giggled and Ethan smirked.

 

 

We went upstairs and entered our own rooms. I decided to rest on my bed for five minutes or so. I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket. It's a text from a number that I don't recognize. I opened the message.

 

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From: Unknown

 

Hi Rachelle! Got ur number from Ethan. How r u? :)

 

Kyle xx

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I blinked and my senses set on it's tense mode again. Did Kyle really texted me? My mind was battling whether to hit reply or not. But my thumb seemed to work on it's own. I hit reply.

 

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Message:

 

Oh hi. Okay, I saved ur number. I'm fine thanks, and u?

 

Rachelle. :)

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I pressed send. Why is he being friends with me? I know player type guys would never be friends with someone who's fat like me.

 

 

Maybe he changed for me. The other part of me stated. I can't help but grin at the thought. Besides, I never felt something like this before. My phone vibrated again. My heart is thumping as I opened the message.

 

 

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From: Kyle

 

I'm great, knowing that ur fine. :) Btw, just wanna ask if you can go out with me on Saturday? Ya know, just a friendly walk. I hope u'll gve me a positive reply.

 

Kyle x

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I can feel my cheeks burn after reading his message. Oh my gosh. He's asking me out! My crush is asking me out! I want to jump and jump but I just can't move due to extreme excitement. I pressed the reply button.

 

 

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Message:

 

Saturday? I guess I can. :)

 

Rachelle. :)

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I hit the send button. I felt butterflies in my stomach. After a minute or two, my phone judder once more.

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From: Kyle

 

Great! Can't wait. And can you please not tell Ethan that I asked you out? Massive thanks!

 

Kyle x

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Why should I not tell Ethan about it? They're friends. But, er... I don't care. Maybe Kyle has a reason so I replied and agreed.

 

 

I called Faith afterwards.

 

 

"Hey Rachelle!" Why does she always sound so happy?

 

 

"Err... I wanna tell you something." I held my pillow tighter than usual.

 

 

"Spill."

 

 

"Well?" I breathe. "Kyle asked me out for a friendly walk." I closed my eyes and buried my face on my pillow.

 

 

"Ohhhh myy!" She squealed. I pulled my phone away from my ear to avoid deafness because of her voice."Okay Rachelle, I think he really likes you! I guess he's no longer a player!"

 

 

"You think so?" I can't remove the smile in my face. Maybe he changed for me. My inner self is doing somersaults thinking about it. Is this real? Oh my. I'm just so happy.

 

 

"Kind of. Not that sure but we'll find out! But as I can see, he's no longer doing the usual things that he does." What is she talking about?

 

 

"What do you mean? Please elaborate Faith." I can sense that she's smiling.

 

 

"Well! You know, we always catch him with a girl beside him making out or doing some disgusting moves. He's too young to do what he does." She has a point. Kyle was too young to be such a player.

 

 

After my phone call with Faith, I rested my tired and confused mind as I lied down and hugged my pillow once more.

 

 

I shifted on the other side of my bed to reach the only stuffed toy that I have from Carlisle. I named my teddy Ben because Ben Ten was Trent's favorite. He gave me this half human body sized bear on my eleventh birthday. I hugged my bear tightly. Imagining that it was my brother who am I hugging. Damn, I miss Trent. But my deep insides keeps on aching with the thought of him doing nothing every time I get bullied.

 

 

Why does he had to change? This question keeps playing on my mind. I don't want to cry anymore but I can't help it. I'm such a cry baby.

 

 

"Hey Rachy. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I was shocked to hear Ethan's voice coming from behind. I forgot to lock my door. Oh how stupid, Rachelle.

 

 

"Nothing." I wiped my tears.

 

 

"Then why are you crying?" Ethan looked at me with sympathy. He sat down on my bed and settled near me. I felt his warm hands rubbing my arms gently.

 

 

"I miss Trent." I kept on crying. I can't stop.

 

 

"Your brother? I mean, your used-to-be brother?" He raised his eye brows. I nodded. "Can you tell me about him?" He sounded curious but concerned.

 

 

I told him what happened and the reason on why I decided to go away from the Sparks. He frowned at the story.

 

 

"I see." He sighed. "I guess you should forget everything about him and those people who hurt you Rachy. They're too far for you to mind." He said it like it's easy to do.

 

 

"No Ethan. You don't understand. It's not and never about forgetting. I can forgive. But i'll never forget. It's too easy for you to say because you are not me and you never encompassed through my situation. He's the only brother I had." I put my hands on my forehead shaking my head.

 

 

"Okay, i'm sorry. I'm just trying to help." He hugged me. Again, tears rushed down from my eyes. "Please stop crying Rachy. I can't stand to see you like this." He slowly pulled away from me and held my chin to look up to him. "I will be your brother from now on. I am not just your cousin anymore, but also your brother. You understand?" His voice was husky and low. I nodded. "We are blood related and I guess I can play a better role as a brother to you than what did your used to be brother did. I'll never let people hurt you." He's voice was really full of concern. I managed to smile and hugged him tight.

 

 

"Thank you so much Ethan, thank you for being here." My tears fell once more. But this time, it's because of joy.

 

 

"No problem little sissy cuzzy Rachy. Ahaha! Another rhyming, eh?" I punched him playfully on his arms.

 

 

"Why d'ya always call me those kinds of names?" I pouted.

 

 

"Because i'd like to." He stuck his tongue out. "Okay, c'mon down stairs. We have to eat!" There goes his playful side again.

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