Joshuarh
12-25-2008, 09:06 PM
Chase sat during lunch, concentrating on separating the salad from his chips in the taco bowl his school for was serving for lunch that day. He often sat by himself in the courtyard of his highschool in Sunnydale, California. His exclusive seating was a result of his recent move to Sunnydale from a small town further up north in California called Elkmore. Unlike your typical story, he didn't move because of some decision his parents made regarding their jobs or their finances. Their move was solely reflected on Chase's condition at his previous highschool, Elkmore High. But such storys will be saved for the appropriate time, because right now Chase is in the middle of the moment he waits for everyday.
Ever since Chase moved to Elkmore three weeks ago when school started, there have been few things that have made him smile and feel completely alive inside. In fact, he hasn't felt this way in a very long time. He left his old school in the middle of intense conflict and at the end of his sophmore year. It had been awhile since someone besides his parents actually made him smile. But every day at around this time, Porscha Williams would walk by his empty table on her way to her own more filling table, which included all of her friends. Everyday as she walked by he tried to speak to her, but for some reason, words could never seem to escape his mouth. He had spoken to her once in their American History class during the first week of school. She asked him the for the number of the page they where reading from. He was so nervous he actually told her the wrong page number which led her to get in trouble by their history teacher for not paying attention.
The funny thing was that she didn't seem to get upset over it. She just turned around and gave Chase a "thanks anyhow" smile. It was at that moment that Chase felt something different. Not only about her, but how he felt about her. He had been through so much with his ex-girlfriend the previous year that this girl, this Porscha Williams, was like a breath of fresh air.
Chase was normally not afraid to talk to girls. He had no problems talking to girls previously. But things where different now. He wasn't "thee Chase Adams" anymore, big man on campus. He wasn't in Sunnydale anymore, and he had left distraught with life and with people. Pride no longer walked with him everywhere he went. This girl was amazing, and he didn't feel he deserved her. But that didn't stop him from liking her any less. Deep down he knew he didn't deserve her any less than any other guy she hung out with. The drama in his past wasn't entirely his fault, and what was, he consulted and learned from. The move was all about starting over with a clean slate. He paid his dues for his past actions, even though he did them in ignorance, not knowing the truth about what he was doing.
Chase sat there, lost in these thoughts, when something grabbed his attention. In fact, someone grabbed his attention. He looked up and across the courtyard could see a guy approaching Porscha. He didn't know the guy, but he had seen him around before. The mystery man was a senior and a varsity water polo and basketball player. The man walked toward her and without hesitation, gave her a big hug followed by a kiss that pierced Chase from across the courtyard. Both the guy and Porscha stood in each others arms, smiling at each other with a blissful gaze.
Chase's heart sank. His appetite vanished and his stamina weakened. He was so lost in his own thoughts of confusion and hurt that he almost didn't feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. He snuck it out to glance at the new text message. It was his old girlfriend Clara. The text read, you can run, but what you did will catch up with you. i'm not letting this go, not until you pay.
There you have it. Both tables drenched in exclusiveness. At Chase's sat himself and his past, and across the courtyard sat Porscha and her very friendly relationship with the handsome basketball player. But dont worry, in Sunnydale, no one is who they seem at first. Not even Porscha or her new boy toy. Be prepared, these are Sunnydales most wanted, and their lives are anything but simple.
Ever since Chase moved to Elkmore three weeks ago when school started, there have been few things that have made him smile and feel completely alive inside. In fact, he hasn't felt this way in a very long time. He left his old school in the middle of intense conflict and at the end of his sophmore year. It had been awhile since someone besides his parents actually made him smile. But every day at around this time, Porscha Williams would walk by his empty table on her way to her own more filling table, which included all of her friends. Everyday as she walked by he tried to speak to her, but for some reason, words could never seem to escape his mouth. He had spoken to her once in their American History class during the first week of school. She asked him the for the number of the page they where reading from. He was so nervous he actually told her the wrong page number which led her to get in trouble by their history teacher for not paying attention.
The funny thing was that she didn't seem to get upset over it. She just turned around and gave Chase a "thanks anyhow" smile. It was at that moment that Chase felt something different. Not only about her, but how he felt about her. He had been through so much with his ex-girlfriend the previous year that this girl, this Porscha Williams, was like a breath of fresh air.
Chase was normally not afraid to talk to girls. He had no problems talking to girls previously. But things where different now. He wasn't "thee Chase Adams" anymore, big man on campus. He wasn't in Sunnydale anymore, and he had left distraught with life and with people. Pride no longer walked with him everywhere he went. This girl was amazing, and he didn't feel he deserved her. But that didn't stop him from liking her any less. Deep down he knew he didn't deserve her any less than any other guy she hung out with. The drama in his past wasn't entirely his fault, and what was, he consulted and learned from. The move was all about starting over with a clean slate. He paid his dues for his past actions, even though he did them in ignorance, not knowing the truth about what he was doing.
Chase sat there, lost in these thoughts, when something grabbed his attention. In fact, someone grabbed his attention. He looked up and across the courtyard could see a guy approaching Porscha. He didn't know the guy, but he had seen him around before. The mystery man was a senior and a varsity water polo and basketball player. The man walked toward her and without hesitation, gave her a big hug followed by a kiss that pierced Chase from across the courtyard. Both the guy and Porscha stood in each others arms, smiling at each other with a blissful gaze.
Chase's heart sank. His appetite vanished and his stamina weakened. He was so lost in his own thoughts of confusion and hurt that he almost didn't feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. He snuck it out to glance at the new text message. It was his old girlfriend Clara. The text read, you can run, but what you did will catch up with you. i'm not letting this go, not until you pay.
There you have it. Both tables drenched in exclusiveness. At Chase's sat himself and his past, and across the courtyard sat Porscha and her very friendly relationship with the handsome basketball player. But dont worry, in Sunnydale, no one is who they seem at first. Not even Porscha or her new boy toy. Be prepared, these are Sunnydales most wanted, and their lives are anything but simple.