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                                                                        Chapter 1

I hate school. It should be against the law to force teenagers to get up at the crack of dawn.

"Luna, wake up." My mom moaned from her bedroom. She too has to wake up, but silence fills the house. I don't move and close my eyes.

"Wake Up!" Her voice grows a little. Groaning, I role out of bed and slump towards the bathroom, flicking on the light.

"Make sure you wake me up when you get out of the shower. " Her voice floates into the bathroom ungracefully. I always have to wake her up on school days. My bus comes exactly 6:30 on the dot. Whoopee. I never really knew why they made us high school kids wake up so early, but i don't think it ever occurred to them that that's the reason half the kids in the school are failing and or skipping first period.

Hot water drills into my back. I could literally stand in the shower for hours but early morning sickness usually prevents me. I always take hot showers just for the soul purpose of being warm. I always thought that if i took hot showers in the morning, that I wouldn't be so cold when I got out. Not true, I am always cold when I get out. Soap, Shampoo, Conditioner, done. I stand there for a moment, reviewing my previous day trying to determine if i had any homework. My mind makes it's way through each class until i end up in English. Crap, I forgot to do my English homework. Turning the shower off I hop out and dry off, winter air cooling my skin. Shivering, I head towards my room. What to wear, what to wear. Picking up my favorite shirt; a blue striped T with a panda listening to an ipod and texting with sunglasses on. Zipping on a black sweater and slipping into my grey moccasins, I am ready to start the day.

My first class is Social Studies. I like S.S, but i hate my teacher. I think she looks like that purple thing from McDoneld's. Walking into class slowly and taking my time, i take a seat where i usually sit. Mrs. Walters is staring down at her desk, and occasionally lookes at the door. Even though the bell rings half the class still isn't here. My friend Jackie, walks into class late as always and Walters starts bitching at her.

"Your late again"-Blah, Blah, Blah "Go get a pass" Blah, Blah, Blah. Its hard to imagine that she's actually married. She begins her lesson by putting notes up on the overhead. Why do we always have to take notes?

Someone behind me complains. Ompah-lumpa pretends not to hear.

"The Romans had a great army, their only default was their navy. Does anybody know why?"

Nobody rises their hand. I know the answer but i just sit put. I'm not doing any favors for this lady, she can answer her own damn question.

Ompah-lumpa breaks the silence. "Because they had a poor sense of maneuvering ships. They were better with swords then with cannons."

By this point I stop listening. My main goal now is to not fall asleep in her class, or else she might possibly eat me.

The rest of the day continues like always. After Social Studies, is lunch. Who ever thought of the idea of having lunch second period must not of realized how nasty cafeteria breakfast tastes. Having lunch this early does have its benefits though, such as finishing up homework. But the food is so horrible that i never eat anything, and always end up making myself a cup of coffee instead. Deers Creek High School really needs Rachel Ray to come pay a visit.

"So my cousins like, Did you fall from heaven? Because your face is fucked up!" Melissa and Sam start laughing hysterically. I laugh along because I don't want to be left out.

"Oh... My.. God!" Sam starts panting like she's having an asthma attack. " I want to meet her!"

"Does anybody know Warda?"

I nod, Sam also nods.

"Well like last year, she would cry whenever someone called her Water and I found her in the bathroom once and she was crying. I asked her what was wrong and she says EVERYONE KEEPS CALLING ME WATER!!!! I DONT LIKE IT!!!!"  My ribs hurt from laughing so hard and the people across the lunch room  are staring at us like were insane. We sit at a small round table in the back of the cafeteria. Nobody else sits with us, its just me, Sam, and Melissa. We may seam like friends, but slowly i can tell that they are pushing me away. The atmosphere is thick with annoyance and Sam is always making comments at me but I don't say anything, I could care less.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur until I get into chemistry. My teacher, Mrs. Burns, has a thing for constellations. I remember when I was in elementary school my class went into the big inflatable dome thing and looked at the stars. Im absolutely sure nobody ever found that useful. She definitely should of been an astronomy teacher.

"Psst." Corrine wishers. "What was the homework?"

Corrine very rarely does her homework. I really wish I had the guts to just say 'screw it i'm not doing this' but one way or another I end up handing homework in. Corrine has a great sence of fashion and so does Alexis and Mary, but me however, not so much. I would be fine with a pair of moccasins and a pull over hoodie. They usually have make up and everything. I'm always way to lazy to even put cover up on. I slide my paper over to Corrine.

"Deplessy! what are you doing?" Great. Thanks a lot Corrine. I can feel my face slowly rise in temperature and I hope nobody else notices. I can hear Alexis laughing behind me and next to her Mary tries not to laugh along. Corrine and I freeze at my last name being called and stare at Burns dumbfounded.

"No homework again I see Miss. Brewer."

"I didn't get it?" She says it like she's asking a question.

"Of corse you didn't. You, my dear in the back, care to switch places with this one?"

The entire class turns to see who's back there, but I just sit and glair at Corrine.

"Nice going." I mouth.

"Sorry." She frowns and walks to the back of the class.

After Corrine leaves, I look at the teacher who begins teaching again. A chair besides me scrapes the floor making me jump clear out of my seat and my hand flies to my heart. Alexis and Mary laugh at me and eventually I join in too.

"Sorry" A low voice responds. I can hear a hint of amusement behind his apology. I turn to look at who my new lab partner, only to be greeted by a par of cold brown eyes slicing into me like frozen kitchen knives, eyes that seam vaguely familiar. A half smile creeps onto his face. I must not or realized I was staring at him.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing." His dark smile lifts higher on one side. A dimple surfaced on his tanned skin and I catch the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. He holds my sight for a minute before an annoying tapping catches  my attention.

"Ahem." Mrs. Burnes cleares her throat. Tarring my eyes away from his, I look up only to be greeted by two more eyes staring down at me.

"Care to pick up where we left off Deplessy?"

"Uhhm.." I fake a smile and I can feel my face burn up again. I didn't even know we were reading.

"Patch, you care to take over?"

"My pleasure." Patch's deep voice beside me answers. From the corner of my eye his eyes laugh and a slight smile showed upon his face. I glare back. He reads the paragraph like he had it memorized in his brain. Most of the other students that read cut off words or read really low. Patch's voice projected throughout the room so that everyone could hear.

"Today's lab will be a no break period. Two hours of complete dedication to this fantastic lab, isn't that wonderful?!" she exclaims with so much excitement you might think she'd burst. A lot of groans and sighs fill the room.

The tables were aligned so that only two people could sit at one desk, which means that I am stuck with Patch as a lab partner. Even more fun. Sighing, I lift the lab worksheets off my desk and head over to my assigned lab station. Patch followed me. This lab is probably about as fun as five week old meat balls. The entire point of it is to put sugar cubes into two beakers, one with cold water the other with hot and see which dissolves faster. So much fun.

"Hey can you pass me that beaker?" I ask Patch, who is just leaning against the counter being no help what so ever. I really didn't mind, I am used to working by my self.

Patch doesn't move.

"Hello, I kinda want to get a passing grade. You can even copy my answers just pass me that beaker."

"You shouldn't let people take credit for your work." He says it like he means it and  I almost believe him, but the look in his eyes tells me differently.

"Well I don't see you making an effort to help me." I shoot at him with the venom of a cobra. I lock eyes with him, hiding half behind my bangs and looking up trying to intimidate him. He only flashed a dark grin at me, eyes full of amusement.

"Luna." He speaks my name like a lullaby so that only I could hear. I can detect something in his voice when he says it. Desire. A shiver racks my spine but I keep my eyes pinned to his. Is it just me or did the classroom seem to get colder? A chill rips through me again, making me break my eye contact with Patch.

"Cold Luna?" Another chill. Another lulling voice.

"Stop-p that." I stammer. The hairs on my arms stand on end.

"Stop what?" He says innocently. I can tell he is mocking me.

"Saying my name like that."A low chuckle driftes downwards and I catch the slightest hint of peppermint on his breath. Who ever this kid is, there was something about him that made me uncomfortable.  The one thing I hate more then my social studies teacher, is being toyed with by a guy, much less someone I just met.

Thanks to Patch, I am barley able to finish the lab in time. As soon as the bell rings, Patch grabs his things and strolls out of the room before I'm able to stop him. Looking down at my paper, it had the name Patch Lapret written across the top.
"Shit." I mutter to myself, he must of taken my paper on accident. My brain protests against that false accusation, but i figure it was safer to assume it wasn't done on purpose. Running into the hallway at breakneck speed I see his back turn the corner at the end of the hall. I look down at the paper in my hands in frustration and notice that sprawled next to his name in bright red ink are seven numbers. A phone number. Patch's phone number. Small red letters beneath the numbers freeze my heart.

Call me. I mean it.

Description
                                                                        Chapter 1

I hate school. It should be against the law to force teenagers to get up at the crack of dawn.

"Luna, wake up." My mom moaned from her bedroom. She too has to wake up, but silence fills the house. I don't move and close my eyes.

"Wake Up!" Her voice grows a little. Groaning, I role out of bed and slump towards the bathroom, flicking on the light.

"Make sure you wake me up when you get out of the shower. " Her voice floates into the bathroom ungracefully. I always have to wake her up on school days. My bus comes exactly 6:30 on the dot. Whoopee. I never really knew why they made us high school kids wake up so early, but i don't think it ever occurred to them that that's the reason half the kids in the school are failing and or skipping first period.

Hot water drills into my back. I could literally stand in the shower for hours but early morning sickness usually prevents me. I always take hot showers just for the soul purpose of being warm. I always thought that if i took hot showers in the morning, that I wouldn't be so cold when I got out. Not true, I am always cold when I get out. Soap, Shampoo, Conditioner, done. I stand there for a moment, reviewing my previous day trying to determine if i had any homework. My mind makes it's way through each class until i end up in English. Crap, I forgot to do my English homework. Turning the shower off I hop out and dry off, winter air cooling my skin. Shivering, I head towards my room. What to wear, what to wear. Picking up my favorite shirt; a blue striped T with a panda listening to an ipod and texting with sunglasses on. Zipping on a black sweater and slipping into my grey moccasins, I am ready to start the day.

My first class is Social Studies. I like S.S, but i hate my teacher. I think she looks like that purple thing from McDoneld's. Walking into class slowly and taking my time, i take a seat where i usually sit. Mrs. Walters is staring down at her desk, and occasionally lookes at the door. Even though the bell rings half the class still isn't here. My friend Jackie, walks into class late as always and Walters starts bitching at her.

"Your late again"-Blah, Blah, Blah "Go get a pass" Blah, Blah, Blah. Its hard to imagine that she's actually married. She begins her lesson by putting notes up on the overhead. Why do we always have to take notes?

Someone behind me complains. Ompah-lumpa pretends not to hear.

"The Romans had a great army, their only default was their navy. Does anybody know why?"

Nobody rises their hand. I know the answer but i just sit put. I'm not doing any favors for this lady, she can answer her own damn question.

Ompah-lumpa breaks the silence. "Because they had a poor sense of maneuvering ships. They were better with swords then with cannons."

By this point I stop listening. My main goal now is to not fall asleep in her class, or else she might possibly eat me.

The rest of the day continues like always. After Social Studies, is lunch. Who ever thought of the idea of having lunch second period must not of realized how nasty cafeteria breakfast tastes. Having lunch this early does have its benefits though, such as finishing up homework. But the food is so horrible that i never eat anything, and always end up making myself a cup of coffee instead. Deers Creek High School really needs Rachel Ray to come pay a visit.

"So my cousins like, Did you fall from heaven? Because your face is fucked up!" Melissa and Sam start laughing hysterically. I laugh along because I don't want to be left out.

"Oh... My.. God!" Sam starts panting like she's having an asthma attack. " I want to meet her!"

"Does anybody know Warda?"

I nod, Sam also nods.

"Well like last year, she would cry whenever someone called her Water and I found her in the bathroom once and she was crying. I asked her what was wrong and she says EVERYONE KEEPS CALLING ME WATER!!!! I DONT LIKE IT!!!!"  My ribs hurt from laughing so hard and the people across the lunch room  are staring at us like were insane. We sit at a small round table in the back of the cafeteria. Nobody else sits with us, its just me, Sam, and Melissa. We may seam like friends, but slowly i can tell that they are pushing me away. The atmosphere is thick with annoyance and Sam is always making comments at me but I don't say anything, I could care less.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur until I get into chemistry. My teacher, Mrs. Burns, has a thing for constellations. I remember when I was in elementary school my class went into the big inflatable dome thing and looked at the stars. Im absolutely sure nobody ever found that useful. She definitely should of been an astronomy teacher.

"Psst." Corrine wishers. "What was the homework?"

Corrine very rarely does her homework. I really wish I had the guts to just say 'screw it i'm not doing this' but one way or another I end up handing homework in. Corrine has a great sence of fashion and so does Alexis and Mary, but me however, not so much. I would be fine with a pair of moccasins and a pull over hoodie. They usually have make up and everything. I'm always way to lazy to even put cover up on. I slide my paper over to Corrine.

"Deplessy! what are you doing?" Great. Thanks a lot Corrine. I can feel my face slowly rise in temperature and I hope nobody else notices. I can hear Alexis laughing behind me and next to her Mary tries not to laugh along. Corrine and I freeze at my last name being called and stare at Burns dumbfounded.

"No homework again I see Miss. Brewer."

"I didn't get it?" She says it like she's asking a question.

"Of corse you didn't. You, my dear in the back, care to switch places with this one?"

The entire class turns to see who's back there, but I just sit and glair at Corrine.

"Nice going." I mouth.

"Sorry." She frowns and walks to the back of the class.

After Corrine leaves, I look at the teacher who begins teaching again. A chair besides me scrapes the floor making me jump clear out of my seat and my hand flies to my heart. Alexis and Mary laugh at me and eventually I join in too.

"Sorry" A low voice responds. I can hear a hint of amusement behind his apology. I turn to look at who my new lab partner, only to be greeted by a par of cold brown eyes slicing into me like frozen kitchen knives, eyes that seam vaguely familiar. A half smile creeps onto his face. I must not or realized I was staring at him.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing." His dark smile lifts higher on one side. A dimple surfaced on his tanned skin and I catch the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. He holds my sight for a minute before an annoying tapping catches  my attention.

"Ahem." Mrs. Burnes cleares her throat. Tarring my eyes away from his, I look up only to be greeted by two more eyes staring down at me.

"Care to pick up where we left off Deplessy?"

"Uhhm.." I fake a smile and I can feel my face burn up again. I didn't even know we were reading.

"Patch, you care to take over?"

"My pleasure." Patch's deep voice beside me answers. From the corner of my eye his eyes laugh and a slight smile showed upon his face. I glare back. He reads the paragraph like he had it memorized in his brain. Most of the other students that read cut off words or read really low. Patch's voice projected throughout the room so that everyone could hear.

"Today's lab will be a no break period. Two hours of complete dedication to this fantastic lab, isn't that wonderful?!" she exclaims with so much excitement you might think she'd burst. A lot of groans and sighs fill the room.

The tables were aligned so that only two people could sit at one desk, which means that I am stuck with Patch as a lab partner. Even more fun. Sighing, I lift the lab worksheets off my desk and head over to my assigned lab station. Patch followed me. This lab is probably about as fun as five week old meat balls. The entire point of it is to put sugar cubes into two beakers, one with cold water the other with hot and see which dissolves faster. So much fun.

"Hey can you pass me that beaker?" I ask Patch, who is just leaning against the counter being no help what so ever. I really didn't mind, I am used to working by my self.

Patch doesn't move.

"Hello, I kinda want to get a passing grade. You can even copy my answers just pass me that beaker."

"You shouldn't let people take credit for your work." He says it like he means it and  I almost believe him, but the look in his eyes tells me differently.

"Well I don't see you making an effort to help me." I shoot at him with the venom of a cobra. I lock eyes with him, hiding half behind my bangs and looking up trying to intimidate him. He only flashed a dark grin at me, eyes full of amusement.

"Luna." He speaks my name like a lullaby so that only I could hear. I can detect something in his voice when he says it. Desire. A shiver racks my spine but I keep my eyes pinned to his. Is it just me or did the classroom seem to get colder? A chill rips through me again, making me break my eye contact with Patch.

"Cold Luna?" Another chill. Another lulling voice.

"Stop-p that." I stammer. The hairs on my arms stand on end.

"Stop what?" He says innocently. I can tell he is mocking me.

"Saying my name like that."A low chuckle driftes downwards and I catch the slightest hint of peppermint on his breath. Who ever this kid is, there was something about him that made me uncomfortable.  The one thing I hate more then my social studies teacher, is being toyed with by a guy, much less someone I just met.

Thanks to Patch, I am barley able to finish the lab in time. As soon as the bell rings, Patch grabs his things and strolls out of the room before I'm able to stop him. Looking down at my paper, it had the name Patch Lapret written across the top.
"Shit." I mutter to myself, he must of taken my paper on accident. My brain protests against that false accusation, but i figure it was safer to assume it wasn't done on purpose. Running into the hallway at breakneck speed I see his back turn the corner at the end of the hall. I look down at the paper in my hands in frustration and notice that sprawled next to his name in bright red ink are seven numbers. A phone number. Patch's phone number. Small red letters beneath the numbers freeze my heart.

Call me. I mean it.