Watching Over You, chapter 1
Ali P.O.V.
"Hey," A black haired guy grinned at me.
"Hey Bill!" I grinned back.
"You know I hate being called that!" he protested.
"Thus the basis of its appeal," I told him and got a dirty look in return.
"Hey guys," A tall, skinny, bleached blonde haired guy, greeted us.
"Hey Mike," I grinned at him.
"Did you hear? There's a new kid! Some name like Tom or Frank or something. Some of the kids say he has a really dorky nickname. They say he's not right in the head," he told us.
"Sounds perfect for us!" Billie laughed.
"Will we be meeting him?" I wanted to know.
"How am I supposed to know?" Mike grunted.
"Um, I think we are about to!" Billie was looking across my shoulder.
A tallish, goofy-looking, hot guy was wandering down the hallway, not seeming to care about the looks the chavs were shooting at him.
I grinned. I liked him already.
Tre's P.O.V
I walked down the hallway, seeming completely unaware of the looks I was getting. I was just looking ahead, seeing what I wanted to see, seeing a hot chick.
Yeah, a hot chick. Long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, about 5 foot 6 and slender. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her eyes matched mine; outlined with kohl. A tattoo was visible on her right shoulder, a blade of a white rose with a guys name under it. What! She was wearing a vest top! My image of perfection.
God, I'm cheesy.
Ali's P.O.V
He was walking toward us.
"Hey!" he grinned warmly.
"Hi," Billie was doing his weird thing where he looked you up and down as if he was measuring you to see if you were taller then him or something. He's such a nut sometimes!
"Would you guys happen to be the punks around here?" Why bother ask? All of us had kohl on and some form of a tattoo.
"Yeah," Mike narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
"Mind if I hang out with you guys?" He looked at me.
"Sure," I couldn't help myself. Come on, he was hot.
"Nice tattoo," he grinned at me.
"Thanks. It's in memory of my dad. I have daisies around my ankle too," I told him. "And drumsticks on my hip. I'm getting a butterfly on my lower back next week."
"Wow a lot of tattoos! I have some, can't tell you where though," I grinned at his cheesy line.
"Not even if I ask nice," I batted my eyelids, laughing.
"Get a room, would you!" Mike suddenly snapped. I wasn't used to it but we both shut up.
Mike was mad for the rest of the day. Mostly at me. I was completely confused. What was wrong with him!
Tre was so much fun, always goofing around. I really liked him. I knew I was flirting like mad but Tre responded warmly. I couldn't help but smile.
"Listen, you really made me feel welcome today and I want to find some way to thank you. So a tiny bit of that thank you is in this" He lent forward and suddenly I felt his lips on mine. My eyes closed automatically.
"Wow," As we separated. My heart was racing. "Way to give an adrenaline boost!"
He grinned. "Well, I have to go but mind if I hang out with you tomorrow?"
"Not at all," I smiled happily.
***
Next day/ Tre's POV
I parked my car and came into the school building. I had no books. What was the deal with homework? I didn't get it.
Right, I have to find Ali. Is she in the classes, is she in the hall? Can I turn this into a nursery rhyme? Yeah!
At last I found her. She was hanging out with those two guys, Billie and Mike. Creeping up on them, I heard a snippet of conversation.
"Come off it, Billie!"
"I'm gonna ask her out!"
"But why?"
"Cause I like her!"
"She's three years older!"
"So what!"
"Billie she might be repeating this year again but it doesn't mean you're the same age, you're just the same grade!"
"But I like her!"
I interrupted there. "Like who?"
"A girl he knows," Ali, the Goddess of Beauty, said.
"Oh! Who?" I was interested.
"Adie Nesser," Billie blushed, a very scary thing when it happened to him.
"She's in my History class! Hey, nice taste man. I was listening to her yesterday, she has a wicked personality. Plus she's hot," I grinned. Ah good old girl talk. The light of my life.
"Oh really?" Ali was looking at me. Oops, might have let too much slip.
"Not that I was looking" I said quickly. "So, are you going to ask her out?" I looked at Billie.
"Well, I want to, but I don't know," he was seriously confused.
It was Tre Cool superhero time. Time for me to rip of my clothes and stand proudly in tights and possibly a thong over them with a massive "T" on my chest!
Or I could just make friends with Adie and find out if she liked Billie.
Later that day/ Ali's P.O.V.
"Tre, do you really think this is a good idea?" I asked as he stood spying on Adie.
"Absolutely!" He was grinning.
"It's just I don't want to see Billie get hurt..." I trailed off. I wanted to say again. Stupid bitch, Jenna!
"Are you in love with him?" Tre pulled a really fake, sad face.
"Hardly. I love him... as a friend." Well now I did anyway. My answer was very different a year ago. Not as bad as when I fell for Mike. I was convinced I'd marry him!
"Oh good," He grinned and went back to spy on Adie. "Right, target at two o'clock."
I moved into position and as planned, bumped into her. Her books went flying.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologised.
"It's ok," she didn't look happy.
As I helped her pick up her books, she said "Hey, your Billie's girlfriend!"
"What! No! I mean he's my friend but we don't date. Or do anything friendly. Well we do... but not like that!" I babbled.
"Oh," I saw her eyes, they had brightened.
"Do you like him?" I got back to the mission.
"What? Em... I have to get to class!" she rushed off.
I wandered back to Tre. "She didn't answer."
"Well, I'll fix that!" He grinned a cheesy grin.
Tre's P.O.V
When I say I'll fix something, I mean it. I might not know how, but I will. That's what mattered. And by the way, to any guys reading, girls think it's adorable.
So I didn't understand why Ali punched me when I said I'd fix it.
"What!" I squeaked, rubbing my arm. God, she hits hard... I like that in a woman.
"Tre! What if it goes all wrong. I hate seeing Billie upset!" She growled at me. I'm serious! She basically growled at me.
"It won't, it won't! Look if it does, then I'll never kiss you again. That will be my punishment." What a horrible punishment!
"No deal" Ha! She wouldn't be able to bare it either. I'm good. "If it goes wrong, you have to kiss Mike. Tongue and everything!"
"Ah sexyful!" I joked. When I saw her raise her eyebrows I quickly said "Ok, ok deal."
She looked satisfied. Trust the girl to want to say the same sex frenching.
"Talking about kissing," She got a beautiful, big grin on her face and pulled me into a near-by empty class room.
***
Ali P.O.V
Tre better not mess things up! I would murder him! Poor, poor Billie. I refused to let him get hurt again.
After Tre and I skipped two classes to make out, the last bell rang and we met up with our group outside.
"Tre, you have purple lipstick on you," Jason said.
"Missed the mouth a bit, Ali," Billie was laughing at his own joke until I punched his stomach. "Can't breathe," he wheezed.
"I'm not sympathising," I told him.
"I know." he was trying to over-dramatise the situation.
"Anyone seen Mike?" I asked. When they shook their heads, I asked "Has anyone noticed how moody he is now?"
"Yeah!" agreed Shanxy. "He is acting like an asshole!"
"I know why!" Billie sang.
"Why!" We stared at him.
"Can't tell you lot!" He laughed.
"Wanker!" I said.
"Lovely use of the American language!" He was grinning like a fool.
"Of the English language!" I corrected him.
"Just testing you," He grinned.
"Whatever you say Billie!" I said in my sarcastic voice.
"I'm Billie now am I?"
"Aww shit. I mean Bill!"
"Bit late"
"Shut up!"
"No you shut up!"
"No you shut up!"
"No you shut up"
"What the hell?" Mike came up. To my surprise, a biker slut had her arms around his neck and Mike had a fresh new hickey.
"Mike!" I wriggled out of the headlock Billie had me in. "Who's this?"
"Samantha," he said shortly. Samantha spat near my feet.
"Lovely," I grimaced, and stepped back.
"Are you trying to start something!" God, Samantha was over sensitive.
"No?"
"Mike, your women might fight!" Billie laughed.
"Let them. Samantha is a wild beast" That seriously wasn't a Mike comment. That was a horrible, stupid, horny comment that only works when Tre says it!
Billie looked at him and it was almost like they were talking to each other just without out words. Eventually Billie shook his head and Mike said "Come on Sam, lets blow this joint." They walked away.
I couldn't hold it in. "What the fuck!"
Tre glanced at Billie and looked worried. "Doesn't matter," he said.
"I'd like to know!" I demanded.
Billie looked worried. "He's gonna go too far," he muttered to Tre.
"I know," Tre frowned. "What are we gonna do?"
"Nothing we can do!"
"We have to do something!"
"What the hell are you on about!" I burst out.
Billie gave me a look and Tre gave me a kiss on the cheek and they walked off together arguing. I sighed.
"You'll never understand them, you know," I turned around.
In front of me stood a blonde haired girl, dark blue eyes framed with kohl. She was wearing a "Sex Pistols" top and baggy combats.
"Who the fuck are you?" I was already in a bad mood, I didn't need strangers telling me stuff about people I know better then them.
"It doesn't matter," she said calmly. "Watch out. Samantha's trouble."
She turned and when I blinked she had disappeared into the crowd.
"What the hell..." I muttered.
"Hey," A black haired guy grinned at me.
"Hey Bill!" I grinned back.
"You know I hate being called that!" he protested.
"Thus the basis of its appeal," I told him and got a dirty look in return.
"Hey guys," A tall, skinny, bleached blonde haired guy, greeted us.
"Hey Mike," I grinned at him.
"Did you hear? There's a new kid! Some name like Tom or Frank or something. Some of the kids say he has a really dorky nickname. They say he's not right in the head," he told us.
"Sounds perfect for us!" Billie laughed.
"Will we be meeting him?" I wanted to know.
"How am I supposed to know?" Mike grunted.
"Um, I think we are about to!" Billie was looking across my shoulder.
A tallish, goofy-looking, hot guy was wandering down the hallway, not seeming to care about the looks the chavs were shooting at him.
I grinned. I liked him already.
Tre's P.O.V
I walked down the hallway, seeming completely unaware of the looks I was getting. I was just looking ahead, seeing what I wanted to see, seeing a hot chick.
Yeah, a hot chick. Long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, about 5 foot 6 and slender. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her eyes matched mine; outlined with kohl. A tattoo was visible on her right shoulder, a blade of a white rose with a guys name under it. What! She was wearing a vest top! My image of perfection.
God, I'm cheesy.
Ali's P.O.V
He was walking toward us.
"Hey!" he grinned warmly.
"Hi," Billie was doing his weird thing where he looked you up and down as if he was measuring you to see if you were taller then him or something. He's such a nut sometimes!
"Would you guys happen to be the punks around here?" Why bother ask? All of us had kohl on and some form of a tattoo.
"Yeah," Mike narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
"Mind if I hang out with you guys?" He looked at me.
"Sure," I couldn't help myself. Come on, he was hot.
"Nice tattoo," he grinned at me.
"Thanks. It's in memory of my dad. I have daisies around my ankle too," I told him. "And drumsticks on my hip. I'm getting a butterfly on my lower back next week."
"Wow a lot of tattoos! I have some, can't tell you where though," I grinned at his cheesy line.
"Not even if I ask nice," I batted my eyelids, laughing.
"Get a room, would you!" Mike suddenly snapped. I wasn't used to it but we both shut up.
Mike was mad for the rest of the day. Mostly at me. I was completely confused. What was wrong with him!
Tre was so much fun, always goofing around. I really liked him. I knew I was flirting like mad but Tre responded warmly. I couldn't help but smile.
"Listen, you really made me feel welcome today and I want to find some way to thank you. So a tiny bit of that thank you is in this" He lent forward and suddenly I felt his lips on mine. My eyes closed automatically.
"Wow," As we separated. My heart was racing. "Way to give an adrenaline boost!"
He grinned. "Well, I have to go but mind if I hang out with you tomorrow?"
"Not at all," I smiled happily.
***
Next day/ Tre's POV
I parked my car and came into the school building. I had no books. What was the deal with homework? I didn't get it.
Right, I have to find Ali. Is she in the classes, is she in the hall? Can I turn this into a nursery rhyme? Yeah!
At last I found her. She was hanging out with those two guys, Billie and Mike. Creeping up on them, I heard a snippet of conversation.
"Come off it, Billie!"
"I'm gonna ask her out!"
"But why?"
"Cause I like her!"
"She's three years older!"
"So what!"
"Billie she might be repeating this year again but it doesn't mean you're the same age, you're just the same grade!"
"But I like her!"
I interrupted there. "Like who?"
"A girl he knows," Ali, the Goddess of Beauty, said.
"Oh! Who?" I was interested.
"Adie Nesser," Billie blushed, a very scary thing when it happened to him.
"She's in my History class! Hey, nice taste man. I was listening to her yesterday, she has a wicked personality. Plus she's hot," I grinned. Ah good old girl talk. The light of my life.
"Oh really?" Ali was looking at me. Oops, might have let too much slip.
"Not that I was looking" I said quickly. "So, are you going to ask her out?" I looked at Billie.
"Well, I want to, but I don't know," he was seriously confused.
It was Tre Cool superhero time. Time for me to rip of my clothes and stand proudly in tights and possibly a thong over them with a massive "T" on my chest!
Or I could just make friends with Adie and find out if she liked Billie.
Later that day/ Ali's P.O.V.
"Tre, do you really think this is a good idea?" I asked as he stood spying on Adie.
"Absolutely!" He was grinning.
"It's just I don't want to see Billie get hurt..." I trailed off. I wanted to say again. Stupid bitch, Jenna!
"Are you in love with him?" Tre pulled a really fake, sad face.
"Hardly. I love him... as a friend." Well now I did anyway. My answer was very different a year ago. Not as bad as when I fell for Mike. I was convinced I'd marry him!
"Oh good," He grinned and went back to spy on Adie. "Right, target at two o'clock."
I moved into position and as planned, bumped into her. Her books went flying.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologised.
"It's ok," she didn't look happy.
As I helped her pick up her books, she said "Hey, your Billie's girlfriend!"
"What! No! I mean he's my friend but we don't date. Or do anything friendly. Well we do... but not like that!" I babbled.
"Oh," I saw her eyes, they had brightened.
"Do you like him?" I got back to the mission.
"What? Em... I have to get to class!" she rushed off.
I wandered back to Tre. "She didn't answer."
"Well, I'll fix that!" He grinned a cheesy grin.
Tre's P.O.V
When I say I'll fix something, I mean it. I might not know how, but I will. That's what mattered. And by the way, to any guys reading, girls think it's adorable.
So I didn't understand why Ali punched me when I said I'd fix it.
"What!" I squeaked, rubbing my arm. God, she hits hard... I like that in a woman.
"Tre! What if it goes all wrong. I hate seeing Billie upset!" She growled at me. I'm serious! She basically growled at me.
"It won't, it won't! Look if it does, then I'll never kiss you again. That will be my punishment." What a horrible punishment!
"No deal" Ha! She wouldn't be able to bare it either. I'm good. "If it goes wrong, you have to kiss Mike. Tongue and everything!"
"Ah sexyful!" I joked. When I saw her raise her eyebrows I quickly said "Ok, ok deal."
She looked satisfied. Trust the girl to want to say the same sex frenching.
"Talking about kissing," She got a beautiful, big grin on her face and pulled me into a near-by empty class room.
***
Ali P.O.V
Tre better not mess things up! I would murder him! Poor, poor Billie. I refused to let him get hurt again.
After Tre and I skipped two classes to make out, the last bell rang and we met up with our group outside.
"Tre, you have purple lipstick on you," Jason said.
"Missed the mouth a bit, Ali," Billie was laughing at his own joke until I punched his stomach. "Can't breathe," he wheezed.
"I'm not sympathising," I told him.
"I know." he was trying to over-dramatise the situation.
"Anyone seen Mike?" I asked. When they shook their heads, I asked "Has anyone noticed how moody he is now?"
"Yeah!" agreed Shanxy. "He is acting like an asshole!"
"I know why!" Billie sang.
"Why!" We stared at him.
"Can't tell you lot!" He laughed.
"Wanker!" I said.
"Lovely use of the American language!" He was grinning like a fool.
"Of the English language!" I corrected him.
"Just testing you," He grinned.
"Whatever you say Billie!" I said in my sarcastic voice.
"I'm Billie now am I?"
"Aww shit. I mean Bill!"
"Bit late"
"Shut up!"
"No you shut up!"
"No you shut up!"
"No you shut up"
"What the hell?" Mike came up. To my surprise, a biker slut had her arms around his neck and Mike had a fresh new hickey.
"Mike!" I wriggled out of the headlock Billie had me in. "Who's this?"
"Samantha," he said shortly. Samantha spat near my feet.
"Lovely," I grimaced, and stepped back.
"Are you trying to start something!" God, Samantha was over sensitive.
"No?"
"Mike, your women might fight!" Billie laughed.
"Let them. Samantha is a wild beast" That seriously wasn't a Mike comment. That was a horrible, stupid, horny comment that only works when Tre says it!
Billie looked at him and it was almost like they were talking to each other just without out words. Eventually Billie shook his head and Mike said "Come on Sam, lets blow this joint." They walked away.
I couldn't hold it in. "What the fuck!"
Tre glanced at Billie and looked worried. "Doesn't matter," he said.
"I'd like to know!" I demanded.
Billie looked worried. "He's gonna go too far," he muttered to Tre.
"I know," Tre frowned. "What are we gonna do?"
"Nothing we can do!"
"We have to do something!"
"What the hell are you on about!" I burst out.
Billie gave me a look and Tre gave me a kiss on the cheek and they walked off together arguing. I sighed.
"You'll never understand them, you know," I turned around.
In front of me stood a blonde haired girl, dark blue eyes framed with kohl. She was wearing a "Sex Pistols" top and baggy combats.
"Who the fuck are you?" I was already in a bad mood, I didn't need strangers telling me stuff about people I know better then them.
"It doesn't matter," she said calmly. "Watch out. Samantha's trouble."
She turned and when I blinked she had disappeared into the crowd.
"What the hell..." I muttered.
