OK, this is my very first fanfic. ever. As a whole, it's rated R, but that's only because of a few chapters. The main ships in it are contestshipping (May&drew), pokeshipping (ash&misty), rocketshipping (jessie&james), pearlshipping (ash&dawn), as well as some past cookieshipping (may&harley) tease advanceshipping (may&ash), whatever you call gary&fangirls--shipping, eventually there'll be some penguinshipping (dawn&kengo), and pretty much whatever i decide to add later on. ^^
yeah, it's a lot. deal.
First off, this is a warning to all hard-core harley fans, DO NOT READ! as there will be a lot of charactors bad mouthing him. feel free to give constructive criticism, but only where it's needed. R&R and enjoy, but don't be too harsh. ^_^;
“May… May, come on! Wake up! It’s the first day of school, and you’re gonna be late!”
Fifteen-year-old May Maple lazily growled in the direction the chipper voice was coming from. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw her 12-year-old brother, Max, staring at her with an irritated look.
“Geez! What does it take to wake up a teenage girl?!” Max mocked, pushing up his glasses.
“At 5:00 in the morning, a blow horn. Good thing you’ve already got it covered with that big mouth of yours!” May and Max did argue often, but it was always friendly. Never had they gotten themselves entangled into a fierce war of words-- or fists for that matter. After all, he was May’s little brother, and she felt as if she were a protective barrier that no one could break through.
Max rolled his eyes and replied with a smile, “Just come on. Mom made pancakes.”
“Ok, tell her I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“MOM! MAY’S COMING DOWN IN A FEW MINUTES!” Max bellowed down to his mom, Caroline.
May sweatdropped. “Max, I could’ve done that!”
“So why’d you ask me?”
“Go away, pain!”
“Fine, I’m gone.”
And with that, Max quietly shut the oak door with a smirk on his face.
May quickly slipped out of her pajamas and into her favorite hot pink tee and dark blue jeans. Reaching under her bed, she drug out her newest shoes; black Sketchers with three electric blue stripes in the shape of lightning bolts. After lacing them up, she scurried downstairs where her breakfast was waiting for her.
“Oh, May, I was wondering when you’d come down,” said the tender voice of Caroline. “Breakfast is ready. I made your favorite!”
“Thanks Mom!” A lengthy grin spread across May’s face as she glanced at her always-smiling mother. Her father, Norman, was sitting in a gray recliner reading the local newspaper that appeared on their porch every morning.
“Good morning, May,” he said with a yawn. “Are you ready for your first day in high school?”
“I sure hope so,” replied May with a troubled look. “I know Misty, Ash, and Gary are going to be there, but just after going through the eighth grade, I don’t know what to expect. I don’t even know if I’ll have any classes with them.”
Caroline tried to soothe her worried daughter. “Don’t worry dear, everything will be just fine. I remember my first day at my high school.”
“And how did that go?” questioned Max from the table in a flat tone.
“Well, I didn’t have any classes with my friends. Only the worst bullies in the school. But-” she was cut off by a fearful May.
“So that means I won’t be able to see anyone I know??!!”
“BUT,” Caroline continued. “I soon made very reliable friends with other kids, who I eventually introduced to my old group of friends. We became very close, and we all graduated together. And do you know who some of the people are that I met there?”
“Ash, Gary, and Misty’s parents, Delia Ketchum, Susan Oak, and Isabel Waterflower.”
“Oh, wow!” exclaimed May, who was now chowing down on her pancakes. “Really? You knew them that long ago?”
“Yes, and they introduced me to your father.”
“Isabel was my dearest friend,” recalled Norman. “I know her all the way back from kindergarten. I remember how whenever we were mad at our parents, we would go over to each other’s house and hide out there. Of course, after a while it became a habit to the point where we’d go too often.” He sweatdropped. “Then our parents caught us and we got in huge trouble.”
Max suddenly began desperately coughing due to the memories coming back to him from his father’s story; the countless times he repeatedly snuck out to his friend’s house out of pure boredom. Vivi Winstrate had always welcomed him in in the dead of night as he crawled through her window. They would stay up for hours just chatting the night away, yet softly enough so the other family members wouldn’t wake.
Startled by Max’s unexpected coughing, May exclaimed, “Max, what’s wrong?! Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” lied Max, stumbling over his words. “Just, um, took me by surprise. That’s all.”
“Oh, May! Max! Look at the time,” Caroline cried, looking at her watch. “You don’t want to be late on your first day!”
“Oh my gosh! Thanks for reminding me!” May said, dumbfounded. Grabbing her backpack, she hurriedly bolted out the door to catch a ride to her new school.
When the bus stop was in view, about three blocks from her house, she saw a red-headed girl about the same age as her boarding the bus. She had on a sky blue tee with the words ‘Aqua Gal’. Her pants were similar to May’s, but lighter in color and randomly placed rhinestones lined the sides.
“Hey, Misty!” May shouted. “Wait for-” before her words left her mouth, she tripped on a rock that she failed to notice. The impact from the ground resulted in a small, but deep, gash on her right arm. May cringed, but managed to get up and onto the bus.
Misty, signaling for May to sit, noticed her arm and asked with concern, “Geez, are you okay? What happened?”
“Oh, I tripped,” May cried. “I’ll clean it up at school.”
At that moment, Ash entered through the open doors. The girls could tell he had been barely conscious when he got dressed. He had on loose fitting jeans held up by a belt, which was covered up by a dark green shirt, which, incidentally, was inside-out. “Hey guys,” he groaned, but grew wide-eyed at the sight below him. “Whoa, what happened? Got into a catfight with Harley?”
May sneered at the name of her ex-boyfriend. “No, I didn’t see him, nor do I want to see his gay *** in any of my classes. You know, he‘s been calling me every frickn‘ week for three months after the last day of school last year. Do you know how annoying that is?” The last time she saw Harley with any respect was when they were leaving school for the year at the end of eighth grade.
“So, Harley, I’ll see you at the dance tonight, right?” questioned May with glittering eyes.
“Of course, Doll Face! Anything for you!”
That night, May spent hours getting ready, but only to find a not so pleasant surprise. Once she strolled through the double doors, she headed towards the heavily-decorated gym. However, just to her left was a door with a glass window and just beyond it was none other than Harley in an unbuttoned tux, lip-locked with a bleach blond. May burst through the door. “Harley?! Oh my god, what are you doing”
Unattaching himself from the girl, he hissed with a shadow across his face, “Get the hell out of here May! In case you can‘t take a hint, we‘re through.”
The girl beside him stood as she spoke. Her nearly black, indigo eyes seemed to pierce May with cruelty. “Harley’s right. He never wanted you around from the start.”
“But Harley,” May began in a quivering voice. “you’ve always said…”
“Forget what he’s said. It didn’t mean a thing. He’s with me now, and nothing you say will change that.”
Trying to hold back tears forming behind her eyes, May looked to Harley with very little hope.
“Just get lost,” uttered Harley coldly, wrapping his arm around the girl as he stood. “Go get Ash and cry to him. I’m sure he’ll listen considering all the time you spent with him.”
Overwhelming sadness and betrayal hitting May like a ton of bricks, she fled through the door behind her. Tears of emotion streamed down her face as she raced from Oldale’s middle school. Finally reaching home, she swung open the door, thankful her parents were out that night. Vivi and Max, who were playing with a deck of cards on the floor, jumped at her sudden appearance.
By finally cornering May in her room, Max cried, “May, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?!”
“Did you get hurt?” Vivi asked, trying to help.
May mustered up all her willpower and courage, and she managed to faintly say, “It… it’s Harley…”
“Not really,” Ash said, answering May’s question. “but can you tell me what happened to your arm?”
Misty, getting irritated, snapped, “She fell, okay? Now sit!”
“Geez, girls these days…”
When they got to school, they saw that Gary was already at his locker. “So, you guys finally decided to show up after all. Better late than never, I guess.”
“We weren’t late. The stupid bus was,” Misty growled irritably.
“Oh, hey, I’m going to the office to try to get this cleaned up,” said May trying to change the subject.
“Wow, what happened?” asked Gary cluelessly.
Misty sweatdropped. “She tripped.”
“Okay, well, see ya guys!” May started down the hall to the nurse’s by following signs in the unfamiliar territory. Finally finding it, she slipped inside and asked to use the sink in the bathroom. As she took a corner in the small hallway, someone bumped into her hard causing her to trip yet again.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” complained an emerald haired boy. Looking down, he jeered as he flipped his hair, “What, can’t keep your balance?”
“Well, excuse me for not taking the corner so fast!” May shot back. Feeling the pain of her arm, she cringed and remembered why she was there in the first place. “Listen, I don’t have time to deal with you. I need to wash this off before it gets infected.”
“Oww, that looks bad.” His bright green eyes flashed. “Need help?”
May detected the sarcasm in his last comment. “No, I don’t want or need it.”
“There you go with that cocky attitude again,” he sighed with false emotion.
“You’re telling me?”
“Fine, be that way. Bathroom’s on the right,” he stated, letting May win the battle. “Careful-- don’t fall!” He won the war.
May gritted her teeth and thought, ‘Why does there have to be such self-centered guys like that? And what’s with the hair flip? Figures all the cute ones have to be so full of crap. Oh well. Every rose has its thorns, I guess.’ Reaching the bathroom, she rinsed out the painful dust in the cut. She thanked the attendant behind the counter and went to find her friends. May first found Misty who was trying to forcefully open her assigned locker.
The emerald haired boy, with his hands in his pockets, sauntered down the hallway, not noticing the crowds of girls forming on either side whispering amongst themselves as he passed. ‘ “Need help”? Geez, talk about lame,’ he thought. ‘Even I would hate having to argue with me.’ He watched as a boy, probably a little younger than he, raced by while a stampede of crazed fan-girls trailed him. “Poor guy,” the green haired boy said to himself. “At least I’m not like that.”
“Look! There he is!” sounded a shriek from behind.
“Spoke too soon,” he sighed as he sweatdropped. With that, he darted off in an attempt to escape.
“Oh, come on, damnit! Open!”
“Having problems?” May said with a giggle.
“Hey, where’s Ash and Gary?”
“Well, if you must know,” Misty sighed. “Gary attracted a huge group of pathetic excuses for girls and they chased him off.” Gary was what one might call a ladies man. He was always running from fan girls he attracted. Ash, often jealous, would try to get their attention only to be rejected by all but one girl. Dawn had known him from when they were both in Jhoto and had been crushing on him ever since. Unfortunately, Ash had never suspected a thing and had always thought she had valued him only as a friend.
“And, of course,” she continued. “they ignored Ash like a bag of bricks, so he went to find his locker. He said it was number 227.” She pointed down the hall.
“Number 227? Hey, mine’s 231!” May chirped. Maybe high school wouldn’t be so bad after all. She said good-bye to Misty and headed down the very hall Ash had. “Let’s see… 238, 237... 233, here we go, 231.” When she got there, Ash was no where to be seen. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, opening her locker. ‘I just hope I’ll be able to see him in one of my classes.’ May, looking at her schedule, noticed that her first class was the ever-confusing English. ‘Oh, joy.’
When she was in the classroom, the first thing she noticed was the teacher’s name on the board in big, poorly-drawn letters: MR. SHIBELLA. May also noticed how neat and organized the room was. Every paper on the teacher’s desk was in its place-- not one out of line. The spotless walls were painted a blinding white making May squint.
‘Geez, it seems like a filing cabinet. This is going to be one hell of a class,’ she thought stiffly. However, interrupting her thoughts was a high-pitched, childish voice she was not willing to hear.
“Why May! How nice it is to see you again! Feels like it’s been a really long summer, hasn’t it?”
Looking up, May saw the long mess of violet hair atop a pail face. “Harley! What are you doing here?!” May asked with a squeak.
“Well, it just so happens that I have this class as well! Won’t this be fun?” Harley asked with excessive but false enthusiasm. “Listen, May, I’ve been thinking this through for a while now, and I just want to say that I’m very sorry for what I did.” He clasped her hands in his. “I know what I did was really not nice, but I want to make it up to you somehow!”
“Oh, please May!” Tears of fake emotion rolled down his cheeks. “I won’t even say anything when you’re kissing Ash in the hallways!”
“Harley, you creep!” May shouted with disgust as she withdrew her hands. “I‘m not dating Ash, much less kissing him! Besides, you kept calling me up and b******* at me over summer vacation.”
Harley looked taken back, but soon recovered with a fierce shadow forming on his face. “Hey, you were only getting what you deserved.”
“What I deserved?! You cheated on me!”
“Don’t play dumb, May. I know you were sneaking around with Ash way before the dance.”
“Ash is one of my best friends, and he’ll never be anything more than that. But why would I waste my time trying to sneak around behind your pathetic back? If I wanted to say anything, I would’ve just gone up and said it!”
“Oh please, May, don’t act like you’re so innocent!” Harley began shouting. “I’ve seen how you’re always together, how you cry on his shoulder. And when you’re with him, you’re always laughing and flirting with each other!”
“Yeah, we laugh at each other because we know what makes us laugh. That’s not flirting, it’s two friends having a good time!”
“Yeah, friends. How stupid do you think I am?”
“Pretty stupid if you think I like him!”
Just then, Gary trudged through the door obviously tired out from running. Taking one look at Harley, he complained, “Whoa, what’s that doing here?”
May crossed her arms. “Oh, you know, just the usual lifeless scum we’re stuck with every year.”
“What do you mean, ‘lifeless scum‘?” spat Harley.
“It means, get a life, scum!”
Mr. Shibella, having heard almost the entire thing, strut over to the bickering two and barked, “That’s quite enough. I will not have this teenage nonsense in my classroom. Now take your seats this instant!” A few moments after his words, the shrieking bell signaled the start of first hour.
As the class continued, May knew her teacher was evil. Not only did she sit right in front of Harley, but Gary was on the other side of the room. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the hourly bell screeched again, ending class.
Second hour, May had gym with Misty. She immediately rushed over to May to exchange news from the previous class.
“Hey! What’s up? Guess what? I have an awesome teacher, class with Ash, I even sit by him! And guess what else?”
“Yeah?” May responded with little care.
“What’s wrong? You’re usually hyped up by now.”
“Well, for starters, the teacher‘s evil, I have to share a cell with a creepy little night crawler, and by that, yes I do mean Harley, and a classroom that burns my brains!” May began rubbing her eyes. “I swear that teacher’s some sort of foreign robot sent down to earth from planet X.”
“...Wow… so you had a good time?” Misty asked with heavy sarcasm. That only resulted in May giving her a grimacing look.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Misty continued. “I have an annoying boy in my class too. But,” She giggled. “he is kind of cute. In fact, that’s him, right over there.” In the direction of her gaze was none other than the green haired ego-maniac trying to shoot a basketball through a hoop and having much success.
May became somewhat alarmed by his presence. “Oh my gosh! Misty, that’s him! The pretty boy from the office!”
“What, really? Hah! Imagine that!”
“Ha ha, very funny. Did you catch his name at all?”
“No. I was bugging Ash. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. Just so I can give him more crap next time I talk to him-- if I do, that is.”
A quick voice was heard from the direction most of the boys were playing basketball. “Hey! Heads up!”
Looking up from the conversation, May caught a quick glance at an orange orb plummeting at her before instinctively ducking and letting out a piercing shriek.
“Sorry!” apologized the owner of the ball. He retrieved it and went back to his game.
Unfortunately for May, she caused a ruckus that attracted the attention of the teenage boy she had been gossiping about earlier. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here!” He couldn’t believe his good fortune! “Miss ‘I don’t want or need your help!’”
“What do you want?” May spat.
“Nothing much. I just wanted to properly introduce myself. The name’s Drew,” he said, flipping his hair. “And if I’m not mistaken, you’re this girl’s friend. May, right?”
“FYI,” Misty snapped. “my name is Misty. Not ‘this girl.’ And yes, this is May.”
“You told him my name without getting his?” May asked accusingly.
Before Misty could say anything in her defense, the coach, Mrs. Sailean, blew an earsplitting screech out of her whistle. “Okay, everyone take a seat on the bleachers! My name is Mrs. Sailean. You may call me that or Coach. Either is fine. In just a few minutes I’ll have you all go into either the girls or boys locker room depending on which you prefer.” An awkward silence blanketed the students. “Once you’re there, you’ll be assigned a locker and given its combination.” She gave out a few more instructions, and dismissed everyone afterward.
May and Misty lumped together and managed to beat the crowd. Luckily, their lockers were side-by-side. After toying with them for a while, the girls sat and chatted. A few other girls joined in before the bell rang, once again, and sent them to their next class.
Third and fourth hour’s classes, math and social studies, seemed to go by quickly, considering May, Misty, Ash and Gary were all together. However, Harley was unfortunately in both. Finally, with only two class periods left, they had lunch.
The cafeteria was very large in size with stained wood tables lined up in rows. Framed pictures, drawings, and paintings were mounted on the walls in support of Petalberg’s pride for it’s high school. Vending machines lined the front of the room, providing alternative options for lunch. On the opposite wall were the large and small appliances holding school-provided lunches.
“Yes! First day and we’re having pizza!” Ash celebrated as he started taking sloppy bits of the stringy food, making the others sweatdrop.
Gary smirked. “Same old Ash; always him and his food.” He picked up a spoon and started carving out his pudding cup. “If you ask me, the food here is as good as getting it out of a garbage can.” With a sigh, he looked at Ash. “Figures.”
“You know, he’s got a point,” Misty said flatly as Ash stuffed more pizza in his mouth. “And you wonder why you can’t get a date…”
May laughed at this, as she knew how Misty had been trying to get Ash’s attention for months now. She would give hints that even the most dense could figure out, such as complimenting him for the most horrifying clothes which only resulted in an overconfident fashion sense. Apparently ‘obvious’ wasn’t enough.
Just then, the voice of the attendant in the office came floating through the cafeteria. “Attention all ninth-graders. You’ve probably heard from earlier students about the annual trip to Mt. Canyon amusement park. Well, now’s your chance. Your teachers have once again pulled enough money together for two whole days of fun in the sun. The trip will be in eleven days, so get those permission slips in! For further information, ask any of the health teachers.”
“Wow!” exclaimed May. “This is going to be so much fun!!!”
Misty’s eyes sparkled. “I know! May, Mt Canyon has an indoor and outdoor water park and amusement park!”
“How can the school even afford that?” Ash wondered aloud.
“Who cares,” May asked, giving Ash a look. “Gary, aren’t you excited?”
“Yeah, fun, but don’t you think it’s a little early in the year to be going on a field trip?” Gary asked blankly. “By the way…” He pointed over May’s shoulder. “Who’s you friend?”
May looked behind her to see the flashing emerald eyes of Drew staring down at her. “What do you want?” she asked, angered by his company.
“Nothing much, just to see if you’re going,” stated Drew, flipping his hair.
“You bet I am!” chirped May, lightening up. “I can just see the sun shining down, the birds flying high, and me screaming as I’m plummeting down the biggest roller coaster in the park!”
“Yeah, if we’re going to the kiddy park.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” May yelled crossly.
“It means, little girl, that I think you’re too scared to go on Haties,” Drew challenged, getting in her face.
Rising to her feet, May furiously shouted, “I’m not a little girl! I’m fifteen and not scared of some roller coaster! I’ve got courage, just to let you know.”
“Hey, I never said you didn’t,” he uttered, awkwardly ending his statement.
“Is that a compliment?” May irritably questioned. But before she got an answer, a full, ruby rose was thrust at her.
“Don’t think anything of it,” said Drew with no expression. “Just don’t bail.” Without another word, he walked away.
A smear of pink spread across May’s face as Misty taunted, “Ooo, May, I think he likes you!”
“Misty, didn’t you just hear him?” May objected, clenching the rose in her fist. “He said not to think anything of it. It’s probably just another way for him to be a smart ***!” She then realized how tightly she was gripping the elegant stem. Carefully letting it go, May was shocked to see that all of it’s thorns had been picked off. “Hey, wait. Why doesn’t it have any thorns?”
“Because he didn’t make a point,” Ash miffed, creating groans from the rest. “What?”
“Ash, that was bad,” Misty sighed, then turned to May. “He probably didn’t want you to hurt your hand. How sweet!”
“Am I missing something?” asked Gary, unaware of the situation.
“Yeah,” May began in a stubborn voice. “He’s the jerk who banged into me in the office. And he said that I should’ve watched where I was going!”
“Well, you can be a bit clumsy!”
“Gary, shut up.”
Hearing the bell ring, the foursome headed their separate ways for their next classes. However, just as the corner came to an end, there inside the health classroom emerged the lime green head of hair surrounded by an almost silent group of fan-girls. May noticed there were two new faces added to Drew’s side; a boy that was about half a foot taller than Drew and a girl just a little shorter than him. She had shimmering navy blue hair with three barrettes and sparkling blue eyes. May recognized her as Dawn. The boy had bleach white hair, and he too had green eyes, although his were a great deal darker than Drew’s
The fan-girls seemed to be watching their every move. Looking up, Drew caught a glimpse of a disgusted May at the door. But there was something else he noticed; she was still holding his rose. ‘Wow! After that display, I thought for sure she would chuck it.’ As he pondered over this thought, he flipped his hair which caused the surrounding fan-girls to squeal in delight.
Just then, Dawn whispered, obviously very annoyed, “Come on, Drew! What did I say about flipping your hair in front of them!” The other boy just sweatdropped.
“What a loser. Must be his girlfriends,” May muttered under her breath. She sat in a seat on the opposite side of the room and waited for instructions. It wasn’t long before the bell rang and the teacher walked in. She had blond hair gathered back in a ponytail and a very welcoming smile.
“Hey everyone! Welcome to the overwhelmingly dreadful health class!” the teacher said, trying to brighten things up. May giggled at this. “My name is Mrs. Leekken and you’ll be seeing me everywhere for the next few long, boring months.” She picked up a plain blue flyswatter in the shape of a rounded hand. “This is what I use when someone doesn’t get the answer right,” she said optimistically. Eyeing the group of fan-girls drooling over Drew, she slammed the flyswatter on their table with a huge crash. The ruckus caused the girls to unleash an ear-splitting scream for a split second, grabbing the attention of any half asleep students.
May tried to keep her significant laughter to herself. She knew she would look forward to this class whether it had Drew in it or not.
Mrs. Leekken continued, “Okay, now that we’re all listening, let’s get to introductions.” She pointed to May with her ‘hand.’ “Let’s start with you, Miss…”
“May. May Maple.”
“Oh, what a lovely name! Okay, May, now that we know your name, can you tell us some things you enjoy?”
“Well, I love pretty much anything to do with the mall!” May replied with a grin.
“Mmhm, I do too. But I can’t go very much anymore. One, because I have two kids to take care of, two, because a lot of students like to go and it’s ‘weird’ seeing an old teacher at the mall ‘cause no one thinks that us boring school teachers have a life,” Mrs. Leekken said plainly through the view of a student. There were scattered snickers and whispers in agreement throughout the room.
“By the way, Mrs. Leekken, they said on the announcements something about a trip to Mt. Canyon.”
“Oh, yes, the field trip. Yeah, the whole ninth grade will be taking a field trip there, but I’m sure none of you want to hear about that.” She winced as the entire class protested in loud cries. “Okay, okay. We’re taking a two-day trip in a week and a half. The reason it’s so early is so we can go before it gets to be at sub zero temperatures. Everything is explained on the handout on the cart by the door, so grab one on the way out,” Mrs. Leekken finished as she pointed. “Anyway, where were we?”
As the intros continued, May learned the boy’s name was Brendan. By the way they were acting in class, May had the impression that all three were part of the “in crowd.” Later, the first units were introduced including the ever popular human growth and development. When health was over, May gathered her things and walked out, deciding it would be a little awkward to talk to Dawn at this point.
During May’s final class, science, she found she was alone, yet thankful she didn’t see the murky shadow of Harley. She remained quiet until a hyperactive girl bounced over.
“Hi! Like, who are you?” the girl asked, seeming to come from nowhere.
Her thoughts shattered, May’s alarmed heart skipped a beat as she jumped in surprise. Looking up, she came eye to eye with a cheery valley girl. Her short hair was pulled back in two high pigtails. The color of it startled May a bit, as it was a shocking red.
The girl spoke again in an apologetic tone, but obnoxious nonetheless. “Like, OMG! I am SO sorry! I didn’t mean to, like, scare you or anything. But, like, anyway, my name’s, like, Jessie!”
“I’m May,” she said wearily.
“May, that’s, like, SUCH a pretty name! Like, totally! So May, do you, like, know anyone in here? ‘Cause I just, like, don’t.”
“No, not really. But it’s nice to meet you.”
“Like, same here!”
She and May talked until the teacher walked in and began the lesson. It wasn’t anything major, just a bunch of intros, expectations, and a mini tour of the room. However, it was in that class period that May learned the true meaning of ‘saved by the bell.’ Once the class was over, May departed back to her locker where she found the others waiting for her.
“There’s nobody in my classes that I know,” complained Ash. “I’m clueless.”
Gary smirked. “What’s so new about that?”
Stopping Ash from talking, Misty turned to him and said with her hands up defensively, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that! Besides, you have it better than me. I’ve got Harley in one of my classes.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Wow, I must be lucky,” May sighed as the group started walking towards her locker. “I’ve got Drew, two of his friends, and all his fan-girls. And Dawn is one of his friends. I never thought she’d actually hang out someone like him.”
“Maybe she’s his girlfriend,” Misty guessed.
May turned the knob on her locker and replied, “Maybe. I don’t think she was by the way she was acting.”
“Ooo! Someone’s in denial!”
“No comment,” May muttered under her breath. When her locker door swung open, something caught her eye. A rose was perched delicately on the dull, lifeless shelf. As odd as it was that it was even in her locker, this one didn’t look like any other rose she’d ever seen. The luscious green of the stem seemed to overcome the faded color of the petals.
“What the heck is that?” Gary asked, seeing the strangeness of the flower.
“I don’t know. I’ve never gotten any flowers except for Valentine’s day or something like that. Well, besides the one I got at lunch.”
“Wait, how did it even get in there?”
“Good question. I’d better not keep anything valuable in here… or maybe just ask for a different locker?” An unexpected silence crossed the group.
“Why would someone put a rose in a locker?” Ash asked flatly, disturbing the pause. “It’ll just die anyway.”
“Oh, Ash,” Misty said holding her head. “It means that someone likes her. You know, May, I’ll bet it’s from Drew!”
May dropped the rose. “Eww. Then I don’t want anything to do with it. He’s so annoying! Come on, let’s go.”
As the group walked out the door, a pair of luminous eyes followed them. They progressed back over to the limp flower, then the figure unhurriedly wandered elsewhere.
May, Misty, and Ash bid farewell to Gary, and stepped onto the bus. However, just as they were starting to enjoy themselves, the ever-so-popular Drew casually jumped aboard. Feeling a new presence on the bus, the threesome instinctively looked up to make direct, yet awkward, eye contact with him. Drew looked shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his stance.
“What’s this? The bus to the wimp’s convention?” he inquired, flipping his hair.
May stood up at his insult. “What are you doing here?”
“Yeah,” Misty snapped. “I thought we got rid of you after lunch!”
“It just so happens that the bus that I ride from home can’t drop me off,” Drew stated matter-of-factly. “So I have to settle for this one. And, I didn’t get rid of May until after sixth hour.” He stepped forward and into the seat directly in front of the two girls, making them scowl.
“Well,” May growled irritably. “Can’t you at least sit in the front so we don’t have to put up with you back here?”
“Like I said before, you and that cocky attitude.”
“Okay, Miss Manners. Leave.”
The grouchy bus driver then arrived and grunted his way up the steps. Taking off his hat and scratching his shiny head, he barked in a craggily voice, “Alright, everyone, siddown, shuddup, and listen. I’ll drive you to yur house, and you’ll be quiet on the way there, got it?”
May leaned over and whispered into Misty’s ear, “I’m not so sure if I want him knowing where I live.”
“Me either,” Misty murmured in response. “He seems like the guy who kills everyone in the movies.”
May giggled at that. “Yeah, or the guy who gets dumped by his girlfriend, gains 200 pounds, goes bald, and ends up living in a cracker box apartment with 60 loud cats!”
“Too little too late, May!”
“Don’t let him hear you!” Drew whispered harshly. “They call him Heartless Herm and for a good reason.”
May gave him a puzzled look. “How’d he get that name?” This made Misty sweatdrop.
“Someone just randomly came up with it one day and it stuck,” Drew quickly replied with heavy sarcasm. “Seriously, didn’t you just hear him?”
“Well, soo-rry! I forgot you know everything,” May shot back, imitating Drew’s tone.
With a triumphant smirk, he flipped his hair and replied, “Yeah, I know. It’s hard to remember.” May made a face at this. The bus jolted to a start with the turn of the driver’s key, creating an invisible force ramming everyone into the back of the seat ahead of them. Within a short time, May began to recognize the edge of her neighborhood. The bus rolled to a stop as May and Misty bid farewell to Ash and reluctantly to Drew.
May’s home appeared at a very early and unwanted time. However, it was almost dinner time. She once again said goodbye, strolled up the walk, and pushed open the auburn door. She walked in to find Caroline at the kitchen counter cooking up a storm and Norman sitting on the couch with a clipboard; probably doing paperwork.
“Hi mom. Hi dad. Where’s Max?” May asked without thought.
Caroline grinned. “Oh, he’s out at that soccer field on the corner playing a game with some other kids.” Wiping her hands with a towel, she continued. “I think he said something about meeting up with Vivi there.”
“Ok, just wanted to know. I don’t have any homework, but I’m going up to my room for a while. Call me down for dinner.”
Getting up to her room, she began to think things through. ‘What was with that last rose? It looked so weird. Misty might have been right. It was probably from Drew. Aw, I should’ve asked him about it on the bus!’ She took out her journal and began rapidly writing. It wasn’t long before Max came home and Caroline had dinner ready. Afterward, May decided she was too tired to handle the day anymore. She weakly climbed up to her room and into her pajamas. As she crawled in bed, she took into consideration what all had happened during the day. Despite the thoughts rushing through her mind like a busted dam, she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
So there you have it. Sorry if the end was a little rushed, but tell me what you think. And just say if you want to be on the pm list.