TWINSANITY

Chapter 4: Anchor High

KALISIA

The car ride to school would only be ten minutes long, but it had felt like a millennium. I so wanted to reach into my back pocket, grab my new phone, and tinker with it, but I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of me enjoying something he'd given me.

I glanced over and looked at him. His expression was completely torn, and I could smell the booze on him now. He must have been drinking all night. I could smell the whiskey radiating off of him.

At that moment, I started to feel really guilty, like I did with mom when I would upset her.

"Okay, I'm sorry about last night." I said behind rolling eyes, before I could think of an excuse not to apologize.

He was startled when I spoke. "It's completely fine, sweetie, I understand. You... we are going through a rough time right now."

'We', but did he really mean 'we'. Was he legitimately upset about my mother dying or was he putting on a show, because he knew he was stuck with me?

The closer we got to the school, the sicker I was beginning to feel. Why did I decide to wear these stupid clothes?

I looked like a slut. Did I really want that to be my first impression at my new school?

"Can I just NOT go to school like ever?" I said in-between my mini panic attacks.

"You need to go to school Kalisia; you are already too far behind. I don't know why your mother insisted on home-schooling you. There is nothing wrong with a good healthy education."

Ugh, way to give me support, NOT. He was very passionate about his teaching though wasn't he?

There it was. We were still about a half a mile away, but I could see it. The large brick building with buses unloading hundreds of kids.

I can't do this. I don't know how to act around other kids my age. I'm going to be depicted as a mental patient of some sort.

My heart began to race, my hands were clammy, and I was sweating in places where sweat shouldn't exist.

The last thing I wanted to do was be seen with the algebra teacher.

"Can you at least drop me off like a block away?"

"Seriously?"

"Dad, come on. How hard do you think it'll be if everyone sees me get out of the car with you?" I was hoping that would do it, because I REALLY didn't want to be seen with him right now.

He was sad and devastated I could tell, which means he had something embarrassing planned to introduce me to everyone. "I'll drop you off JUST one block away if that's what you want."

"Please." I was hoping the nice route may work with him, but he kept driving.

After a couple minutes passed, I was beginning to think he wasn't going to drop me off before we reached the school, but he finally pulled over to the sidewalk on the right side where some kids were already walking towards the school carrying their books and mingling among themselves.

"I'll see you in class." He wouldn't look at me. No 'I love you', 'have a good day', nothing. I guess I had finally hit a nerve.

I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He drove off, and for a moment I thought about making a run for it, but instead I took a deep breath and started my way up to Anchor High.

Where my hell would begin.

DEVON

Bla bla bla. If I hadn't known Ashlee since birth, than I wouldn't put up with her annoying ass. I know that she has a thing for me, which makes it more annoying. I don't want anything to do with any of these Anchor girls.

They're all so full of themselves and only want me for my money. Being the richest guy in the entire town, hell city, possibly even state, makes it impossible to find a girl who doesn't want you for your green.

I'm fed up with all of these bitches anyways. They're all sluts just constantly throwing themselves at me trying to get knocked up so they can have that paycheck each month. The only way I'm going to find anyone is if I move.

And I cannot wait until that day comes.

KALISIA

I finally braved my way down the sidewalk ignoring all of the other passer-byers who would gawk at me every now and then. I hated doing that to dad, but I could not face my first day of high school walking in with the Algebra teacher announcing to everyone that he was my father.

That would make me the most popular girl in school for sure. The most popular one to pick on for the rest of eternity in this hell hole.

As I walked up to the entrance, the four steps to the double doors stretched into four hundred in my mind. The other students had already cleared out and dad was already way far ahead of me, probably in the classroom already.

I stood at the bottom of the steps leading to the front door like an i***t, because I had NO idea where my homeroom was. It was my dad's class, but that didn't help much.

This place was massive.

I took a deep breath and braved the flight of stairs. As I walked into the building, I realized I was for sure late at this point.

The halls were completely empty, and I could hear the janitor sweeping all the way down at the end of the hall.

I guess I would follow the signs to the principal's office first and pick up my schedule. I knew that my homeroom was my dad's class. He was overly protective and refused to let me have a different room no matter how hard I begged.

I looked up at the lockers on the right side and just above them was a sign pointing down the hall to my left that read 'office'. So, I trekked in that direction.

The halls were ghastly silent, and I could hear every tiny footstep I took towards the office. Another sign popped up pointing to the hall to the right, so I turned right and stopped right in my tracks.

There he was, the most gorgeous blonde hair, blue eyed guy standing just 10 feet in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off him.