Gabriel (Continued) (Book 2)

And So It Begins

I jammed the keys into the ignition and put the top down. Then I jammed my foot on the accelerator and my silver porsche went tearing through the streets.

Next to me, Nikola was fidgeting in the seat. She was applying better make up, and slipping into a different skirt. Then she pulled out strappy heels from her bag and slipped them on. She undid the top buttons of her shirt and also undid the bottom ones. The way her shirt now rested allowed everyone to see her belly button piercing. When all was done, she still had the silver cross on, but she now looked like a slutty school girl. I zipped through the school parking lot, freshmen dodged out of my way, and friends hollered after us. I pulled into a parking space right next to Sophia's red Ferrari. She was casually leaning against the hood of her car as I put the car in park and took out the keys.

"Hey, Sophia!" I hollered, "Ready for the first day back to school?"

"Absolutely! It'll be good to get back to normal."

"Hey, girly," Nikola said, appearing next to us, "my, you're looking extra ho-riffic today."

"Aww thanks," Sophia gushed, "I like the slutty schoolgirl look on you."

Nikola smiled brilliantly.

"Let's go, girls, I wanna hang with the guys before classes start." I draped my arm around Sophia's shoulders and we took off for the school. In the commons, we were joined by our closest friends and the halls parted for us. This was just what I needed; nothing like being king of the school to make everything better. Nikola went off to go boss around her cheerleading friends and gush about how the coach had made her captain of the cheerleaders while I hung out with a couple of my football friends and we talked about the season. Our first practice was today, and as much as we hated the actual drills and practices, it came with being a football player. I had spent all summer working out, running, building up more stamina; this year I doubt anyone will even come close to comparing to me. Evan who? They'll ask. You're tight end is who?! Someone else will ask. That's right; they'll all be too busy watching me: Drew Ryan, 1st string quarterback.

The bell for first class rang and while everyone else ran off to class, my friends and I stayed where we were, not getting up and heading to class until the second bell rang.

We were walking out onto the field for lunch, I saw Lexi sitting on the bleachers with the druggies. She was really into telling them a story and looked like she was acting out someone smoking pot. I admired that part of her; she was friends with everyone! She was popular but could fit in with all, except for the cheerleaders. A part of me wished I could be like her...but that was only a small part, the rest of me was perfectly happy being on top and stepping all over the little people. We stopped in the middle of the field and sat down to eat. The next time I looked up, Lexi was walking over to us. The sun was bright behind her and her curly hair bounced off her shoulders with her peppy step. She was wearing shorts, cowboy boots and a sparkly tank top.

"Hey, guys," she plopped down next to me.

They all mumbled 'hey' and then started talking with her about summer and the classes we were taking.

"I have english, latin, free period, free period, lunch, social issues, gym, free period and then mythology." I told them all.

"You're taking mythology?" Lexi asked shocked.

"I got put into it."

She shrugged, "Then we lunch, gym and mythology together."

"Sweet!" We pounded our fists together.

"I'll race ya," Lexi poked me in the stomach as we were walking the track.

"Fine. One...two..."