Genevieve almost jumped. This was not the time to be having one her crazy book-narration moments. Get a grip. Of course, he is a white boy—with gorgeous clear eyes that happened to be her favorite color—who could drop out high school and become a male model.
Surprise, surprise; he was wearing a leather jacket. She stifled a giggle. Sorry, Faye, I am taken but I prefer my men with more sazón, anyway.
The three guys behind Axel snickered.
"Bro. I think she is lovestruck; give her a moment to process."
Oh, that must be the blonde irrelevant whose name I always forget.
Ryan, the voice in her head said. Oh yeah, that.
Axel walked down to Genevieve and grabbed her chin making tilt her head to look at his face. He leaned down slightly. What the hell? Were touching people without their permission and invading their personal space part of his bad-boy charisma?
Not cool, bro. Not cool.
"Did you come tell me how bad smoking is and throw my cigarettes away again?... Or maybe you were wishing to get closer to me?" Axel's gaze drifted to her lips.
One inch and probably half of another one more and they would be kissing. Aftershave and cigarettes. Faye hated that smell, but Genevieve couldn't care less. She was a casual smoker herself. Maybe, if he was someone important for her, she would care about his health. What he did wasn't her problem. However, to him, she was Faye. She should act as if she was disgusted.
Genevieve covered her nose with one hand and swatted his arm away with the other. She took a couple of steps back and crossed her arms over her chest. Axel's eyebrows rose and he pressed his lips into a tight frown.
According to the book, this was supposed to happen the second day after school was over, in the parking lot.
I went apologize to him for the previous day's events. He had been mean to me the whole day. I wanted to make more friends. When he grabbed my chin, I felt my face flush and I couldn't help but stammer my answer...
Genevieve needed to get out of here. "Axel, I am sorry for being a stuck-up bitch yesterday. I should've minded my own damn business."
Genevieve sighed and rubbed her temples with one hand before looking back at the boy she knew everything and nothing about at the same time. This was really happening. Uncanny.
"You came all the way here to say that shit?" Axel chuckled and his friends soon followed.
Genevieve fidgeted with her hands, unsure where to place them. "I guess the guilt was literally giving me a headache. Can we leave that behind and be cool? I'm not asking you to be my BFF, just to not go out of the way to mess with me?"
Her voice had come off lower and weaker than she had intended. She had to repeat herself that he was just a character of a book, otherwise, his words will get to her. She was in no condition to deal with any more pressure, not when her guard was this down
C'mon Genevieve, breathe. Calm down.
He grinned and tilted his head to the side. "I don't know goody-goody. How do I know that you have learned your place?"
My place? Do I look like I give a fuck? This guy is annoying. I don't have time for this shit.
Genevieve clenched her fists and her body trembled with anger. She was used to dealing with difficult situations. However, she was still shaken by the previous day's events. The ill-tempered brooding bad boy was the last of her worries, right below buying food for the imaginary cat she didn't have.
"Give me a fucking break... Look, I'm sorry for not wanting you to die young—"
The amused expression on Axel's face was replaced by a deep scowl, his right eyebrow twitched
The amused expression on Axel's face was replaced by a deep scowl, his right eyebrow twitched. "Don't you come here pretending that you care! You don't even know me!" He sneered and took a step toward Genevieve, his hands clenched into fists. He clicked his tongue three times.
Oh, he was furious. This had happened in the book as well.
When I told him that I cared, he gave me a scary look and walked toward me.
Genevieve took a step back for each step forward Axel took.
With my eyes full of tears, I yelled at him that I did care about everyone and that everyone deserves a good life and happiness. He turned around and left.
Talk about exaggeration. Genevieve stopped and put her hands on her hips; she could practically feel the deep frown on her face. "You are right, Axel."
He stood there looking at her with wide eyes.
"I honestly don't care about you, your life or your health. I'm sorry for annoying you." Genevieve turned around and walked away, forcing herself to keep her eyes on the path ahead of her.
She shivered and hugged herself. It was freezing! A coat would have been nice. The coldness seemed to seep into her legs, arms, and face.Oh, fuck it! Genevieve ran all the way back to her house. Her throat and her legs burned because of the physical activity.
That had gone well. She got into the house and locked the door behind her panting heavily. This body seriously needed to get back in shape.
"I hope you are happy whoever or whatever you are, being-that-dragged-me-into-the-lions-den!"She ran up the stairs to get to Faye's bathroom.
She was washing her hands when she caught that girl staring. She picked up the trash can and slammed it against the mirror, which shattered into a million tiny pieces. Breathing heavily she looked down at the mess she had made. What had gotten into her?
The girl was still looking back at her, but now from each of the tiny pieces of mirror in the sink and on the floor. Her face was wet with tears, her nose red and her hair matted against her face. She breathed heavily.
There was no time to be freaking out. She carefully cleaned up the mess.
Three more hours later and no answers on the internet later, it was clear that Genevieve would not find what she was looking for in there. She could pull her hair out in frustration, but that would be painful.
A list of very fraudulent looking psychics, three spells to talk to past lives, one enchantment to call true love and a cheesecake recipe were everything that the oh-so-great-Internet had provided. She needed to keep herself busy. Otherwise, her whole reality will crumble down, leaving space only for despair.
Think...This is a cliché story. Where can I find accurate information?
She lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. What could she do? She rolled on the bed as she relived everything that had happened. She stopped and inspected the ring on her necklace.
After last year's incident, she had almost given up on building a life with Charlie, but they had gotten engaged. We pulled through all that mess just to have our happiness snatched in less than a second. Fate sure had a dark sense of humor—almost as dark as Genevieve's soul.
She chuckled softly at the beginning, but soon it was a blown out hysterical laugh. HAHAHA! HAHAHA! Her eyes filled her tears which she blinked away. Ha... Ha...Ha... She could not break down, not yet. There for sure must be another option. Genevieve rolled on her belly.
She probably should go to the college library. In the second book it said that unlike the school library, the library in the local college was so big that I would need a map while I surf between the seemingly infinite number of books that filled the bookshelves, which extended side by side in such an ordered way that it was worthy of praise.
Thanks, voice in my head. Maybe going to the psychiatrist would help—What a silly idea. Saying that you were hearing voices to a psychiatrist was like saying please put me on meds. Now, claiming to be the soul of a girl from a different reality, that would be madness. She would have to get used to having the book narrated in her head at random times.
She breathed in a deep breath and let it out trying to relax. She would get a list of possibly helpful books on the internet and go there tomorrow. Hopefully, the nightmare would end soon.
Brianna brushed a lock of hair behind Genevieve's ear. "Tell me what happened darling? Why don't you want to go to school? You love going to school. Did something happen yesterday?"
Genevieve sighed. "It's nothin' mom. I need time to get used to all this. The rest of the week should be enough."
Brianna peeked at Genevieve's face with a severe expression. "Why did you covered all the mirrors in the house, then? Did your classmates bully you? If they did, I will go and—"
"No! It's really nothing."
"Where boys hassling you again? Or are they pushing you to do their homework like last time?"
Genevieve shook her head no. Of course, Faye had skipped a grade and started her senior year at the age of sixteen. She was the hot nerdy good girl who took no shit from anyone—things that Genevieve was not. She had not done so well in school. Passing grades and being a regular student had been more than enough for her.
Faye's mother looked at her lap. "Is this because you are mad at me?"
"What? No! Like I said, just give me time and everything will go back to normal."
"But, your homework..."
Faye had exchanged phone numbers with the sneaky bitch—correction, with Angela. She would help. Angela was a traitorous and two—faced villain, but she liked to be loved so much that she would do anything as long as it makes her look as a good person.
"I made a new friend yesterday."
Brianna beamed. "You made a new friend? Is she a good person?"
No, not really. "She seems really nice. She volunteers to help new students and always is in the top of her classes."
"I'm glad that you have a new friend already." Brianna looked at Genevieve in the eye. "Are you absolutely, one hundred percent, without any doubt, utterl—"
Faye groaned. "Mooom..."
What was that? It had come naturally. I'm not even going to ask what is wrong with me anymore.
"Sorry. Are you sure that you need these days?"
Genevieve gave her a firm nod. "Absolutely, one hundred percent, without any doubt sure that I need this."
Brianna laughed and rubbed Genevieve's back. "Okay, but promise me that you will catch up and that you won't take more time."
"Promise."
"Good! Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
Genevieve called Angela before dinner. After repeating about fifty times how much she had missed Faye and wishing her a fast recovery, Angela very eagerly accepted to get her the notes and assignments for the rest of the week.
She did sound nice. Angela had that kind of mellow voice that sounded like a constant lullaby urging her to unconditionally trust her. If Genevieve hadn't known better, she would've been tempted to even ask for her opinion. Looks can be deceiving.
Thant night Genevieve dreamed about Charlie. They were planning their wedding. It would be held in a large garden with flowers everywhere like the place where everything had begun. They would dress up Trixie. There must be pink dresses for dogs.
Genevieve could already picture Charlie walking down the aisle with a gorgeous white dress like the one she had shown her months ago. They would go to Italy for their honeymoon and Genevieve would buy a house for Charlie and Trixie. Their happy ending was close.
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