Beautiful Secrets Part 6

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Alex Hart has jet black hair, icy blue eyes, a sexy collar bone, and lean muscles. Nick Martinez is more of the athletic type with his nice tan, brown hair like Zac Efron's, gray eyes like a light rainfall, pearly white teeth, and a pretty amazing body. Sam Mitchell is the adorable, quirky, shy one of the bunch with his strawberry blonde hair, green eyes like a freshly mowed lawn, and that one dimple that always gets to you. Zac Anderson is Mr. Seductive. He has dark brown hair, big brown eyes, a nice lean body, and smile that makes your legs go wobbly. Christofer Henderson and his mysterious ways eggs you on to learn more about him with his coal black hair, strange hazel eyes, distinct jaw line, and fit body.

Created by: Dannica
  1. "Hi, I'm Christofer," he said with a small wave. I couldn't gather up my words at the moment because this was one of the weirdest things that has happened in my whole entire life. And trust me, a lot of weird things has happened to me. He motioned me over to take my seat next to me and said, "I don't bite." I collected my thoughts enough to take a seat. I didn't make eye contact though. This could not be real.
  2. "Today we will be doing some partner work. Please open up your text books to page 208 and review the paragraphs and translate it into English. Christofer, please show _______ how we set up our papers," Mrs. Bonet said. Christofer gave her a slight now and pulled out his text book. I took mine out too and flipped it to 308. He reached his hand out and I let out a scared gasp of air. "Relax, I'm just flipping your page to 208. You were on the wrong one," he said. "Uh-right-sorry," I stammered, sounding to try casual, "I'm not really good with strangers." Christofer gave me a look and said, "I don't think I'll be much of a stranger to you anymore, so we don't need to worry about that." Without any more words said, he set up his paper in this weird cornell sort of style and then did the same for my paper. We worked in complete silence. It was more like independent work than partner work if you asked me. I wanted to talk to him, but at the same time I was intimidated. I mean, he was in my dream last night and then he shows up coincidentally the next morning. Last time I checked, dreams were supposedly fictional. Something of your imagination. They could also be things that happen to come across your mind, but that still doesn't make sense because before my dream I had no idea what Christofer looked like or who he was. What more is there to it?
  3. "Hey, do you know what's in that cabinet?" I asked him shyly. His grip tightened on his mechanical pencil and he glanced side ways at me. "No. Why, do you?" I shook my head no and said, "I was hoping you'd know. Mrs. Bonet seems to be very secretive about it." Christofer started writing again. "I can imagine so." I was kind og expecting that type of response from him. But the way he gripped his pencil when I mentioned it? That had to mean something memorable happened between him and that cabinet. French passed without any other words between Christofer and me. It was lunch time, so I got a pizza pocket with a water bottle and took a seat at a table in the sun since it was a little frosty. I looked around and saw Tara running into the bathroom and couldn't help but laugh. The prank was mean, yes, but the bxxch deserved it. I spent my whole lunch time being a loner since nobody came to join me, but that was okay. It gave me some quality time to myself to think before I went into Advanced Language Arts a.k.a the most boring class in the whole entire universe. Mrs. Everdeen told us to take out our rough drafts for our stories and present it to the class. Something I can't really manage doing. I volunteered to go first just to get it over with and told the class about my classic story about a vampire and a werewolf being in love and then since it's forbidden all of this stuff happens and-you get it. I didn't get much feedback but a slight nod from the teacher. It was so encouraging. That was sarcasm by the way. I took a seat and then this girl named Kelsey turned around and gave me a smug look.
  4. "Do you have a problem?" I asked her. "Not at all. Just that your story is kind of lame," she replied. "I bet it's better than your story," I shot back with an icy look. She made a noise and then went up to the front of her class to present her story, which it seems the class took high interest in. The bell rang and I hurried to art, just so I could see Alex again. He was there already so I slid in next to him. "Hey, Princess," he said with a nice smile. "I told you not to call me that," I replied, taking out last night's assignment and putting it in front of me. "Okay then. Hey, Babe," he said with a grin. "Never mind, just call me Princess." "Aw, I kind of liked Babe better." "And I kind of liked that Panda Express we had for dinner, but that's all gone now, isn't it?" I retorted, which got a small laugh out of him. "Good evening, class! Please take out your homework assignment and pass it up to the front please!" Mr. Abernathy announced with a mango in his hand. He collected all of the papers and then wrote in big letters in a green Expo Marker, "PASSION". "My dear children, today's art project will have to do with passion. Passion is doing something you really love and really enjoy, am I correct? Well your art project is to present to the class what you're passionate about. Either make a song, poem, a rap, a collage, a portrait, a dance. This is art class, students. Be creative. The rest of the period you will be brain storming ideas while I enjoy this mango."
  5. I took out my note book. What was I passionate about? Eating and social networking. Heh, maybe I could do a collage all on food. Or a song. It could go like, "food, food, it picks up my mood. I eat food when I have a bad attitude..." Er, something along those lines. "What are you doing yours about?" I asked Alex. "I don't know, really. I want to make it to the top of the UPA, but I can't really talk about that. You?" He replied. "I don't know yet either. You really want to make it to the top of the UPA?" I asked surprisingly. "Yeah, just like my grandpa was. He kicked so much axs when he was alive." Oh. So his grandpa's dead. I decided to try and change the subject by asking if mind reading was his only power. "Well all of my powers have something to do somewhat with the mind. I can read them, play tricks on them, and if it's a good day then I can even control them for a short period of time. I'm still developing that one. But don't worry, I wouldn't use any of it on you. You know, unless you wanted me to for any specific reason," he said with a sly smile.
  6. "I'm still developing my first power." "I can see that," Alex responded. I pouted. I felt like an outsider from my kind. Sort of like Mumble from Happy Feet. "YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY IN FRENCH," I excitedly said, clutching his arm. And my, oh my, it felt so lean and fit. I started blushing and took my hand away. "What happened?" He asked, not nearly as anxious as I was. "You know that dream I told you about? The one with the cute guy and the morphers? Well the same cute guy just so happened to appear in my French class and he sits next to me. Coincidence? I think not." Alex tapped his pencil on his paper while biting his lower lip. "Are you sure it was him?" I nodded my head vigorously. "I swear it was him. His name is Christofer." "Show him to me after school, okay?" I nodded yes. Alex seemed to calm over this though. Like he's experienced it before. Well, I guess since his powers is all minds and stuff he should be used to dealing with stuff like this. I thought hard about what my passion was, but the truth was, I really didn't know. I just go with my daily life and do things that I think are fun and then stop when they get boring. I just go with the flow; there's not much there. So then I decided to base my passion on music. It would be easy: just make a collage of my favorite bands and musicians. Simple task.
  7. Alex and I were the first to walk out of class when the bell rang. We walked slow, so that I could scope out the crowds for Christofer. Then I saw him walking towards the track , which indicated he probably walked home. I grabbed Alex's arm and rushed him closer to the track to get a good look at Christofer. "Over there, you see him? Dark hair with a little blonde, wearing mostly black with the Jansport backpack? Yeah that's him!" I said, pointing him out. "I see him, but I can't really make out his face. I'll see tomorrow," Alex said, biting his lip. "Fine," I mumbled out, kind of disappointed. We walked to the front gate and got in the car where Auntie Lisa was waiting. "How was school?" She asked happily. "It was eh," I replied with a stressful sigh. "Well that sounds fun!" She exclaimed, "Sarcasm intended. Hopefully you'll calm down when you and Alex go to the carnival tonight. Is this a date?" I slipped out a laugh. "What? I hear you two around the house." "Then you should've heard that it's not a date. We're just car pooling," I said. I turned around in my seat and gave Alex a look telling him to back me up on this, but he just winked with a smile plastered on his face. "Well whatever you want to call it, make sure you don't accept any drinks or food that a stranger offers you unless it's sealed. And please don't come home drunk or high; the last thing I want to do on this fine day is deal with you two puking your guts out," Auntie Lisa while making a sharp right. "Cross my heart," Alex said from the back. "Promise," I followed.
  8. Auntie Lisa pulled into the driveway and I got out of the car and went inside, Alex following me. "Hm, homework now or after the carnival?" He asked out loud. "Depends. Do you care about your grades?" I asked. "I'm okay with a C." "Then after the carnival sounds good," I said with a smile. "Sounds good to me," he replied with a grin. We both walked upstairs and then separated as we went into our rooms. I put my stuff down and changed into pajamas. Zac said he'd pick us up at, what, 8:30? I'll change into my costume later. The only homework I had was for math so I decided to do the little problems we had. I breezed through it and opened my door to get something to eat when I heard my phone vibrating. I flopped on my bed and answered it as it was my mom. "Hey, honey! How are you guys doing over there?" She asked. "We're doing good. I'm actually going to the carnival tonight. And how about you and dad? Are you guys safe and whooping some butt over there?" She laughed on the other line; a sound that I always loved hearing. I heard my dad laugh in the background and it sounded like they were having a good time. Probably celebrating some major victory over some evil werewolves or something. "Oh, definitely! You know how me and your dad is. So I talked to your Aunt Lisa and she told me that you almost got in a fight??" She used her strict motherly tone on me. Aw, biscuits. "Well yeah. But don't worry I didn't do any damage. I wanted to, but Alex held me back," I said into the receiver. "Okay, good. Try not getting into any more trouble, okay? I have to go, I love you! Bye." I hung up the phone and then went downstairs to find Alex doing his homework. "I thought you were saving that for later?" I asked him with a teasing smile and poking around in the fridge. "So did I until my mom called me and told me that if I don't get at least all B-'s she's not going to get me Modern Warfare 3," he said with a sigh. I laughed and then realized I was hungry anymore so I plopped down on the couch beside him. You know, I was getting really used to Alex now. Before it was really awkward but now it's like a natural thing.
  9. I got the remote from the coffee table and flipped on the t.v. I looked through the guide and saw that the Ring was on, but I hesitated. The movie was good, but it creeped me out so much because of the little girl. I was paranoid from that movie for nearly 2 weeks and I still jump whenever the t.v gets all gray and fuzzy because the bxxch might start crawling out of that sxxt.
  10. "...are you going to watch it?" Alex asked me, waving his hand in front of my face because apparently I blanked out. "Um, no." I chickened out so I just settled on watching the Glee marathon that was playing on Oxygen. Alex was smiling, probably criticizing me in his head. "Shut up," I mumbled with a small laugh. "What'd I say?" He asked, returning the smile. "I know you're making fun of me in your head." "Excuse me, but I thought I was the mind reader here," he replied, playfully nudging me on the shoulder. I had no idea how I felt about Alex at this point. I felt like we had more than a friendship but less than a relationship, you know? I wonder how he felt. "What do you think Nick had to do tonight?" I asked him. "I don't know, but he made it clear he didn't want anyone knowing," Alex replied, keeping his eyes focused on his assignment. "Hmph." I shrugged it off and just started watching Glee. It was the episode where Charice auditioned for New Direction. Auntie Lisa came downstairs probably not making Beyonce proud by trying and failing to sing If I Were A Boy. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" She asked when she saw us. "No," I said. "Finished!" Alex exclaimed triumphantly, slamming his text book in his lap and putting it on the table. Then he put his arm around me, got face to face, and said, "Now, where were we?" I turned red and said to Auntie Lisa, "He's kidding." She just nodded with a big grin and went hurrying upstairs. "Really?" I asked Alex. "Yeah. Don't pretend you didn't like it," he replied with a smile. "I wasn't pretending." "You want to kiss me. I've never met a girl who doesn't. You just don't want to admit it." "Prove it." Just then, Alex got millimeters away from my face and rest his forehead against mine. "Can you resist, Princess?" I stared into his eyes and nearly started drooling. They were so mesmerizing. I was about to lean in and do what I should have done when the doorbell rang on that one day, until he curved his lips into a smile, kissed my nose, and pulled away. "Cliffhanger. Just so you have something to look forward to for next time," He said with a wink.

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