Silver Night

Chapter 2: Transfer

PFFittooftoo! "Dang it! Get out, get out!" I yanked my backpack I accidentally trapped into the door of my car. Annoyed, I lay me head on the roof. "Ugh!" After committing a couple of dumb  ways to get my bag, I finally did it the smart way by unlocking my car and opening the door like an everyday, common-sense user. Wooow! "Oh, come on!" Soon, I stood in front of some double doors of the high school and sighed. "Here I go," I breathed.

I walked through those doors to find plenty of diverse and diverted faces wandering around. It made me smile, as I walked passed them down the halls, to know that not all eyes were on me like in those creepy movies. I went to the office and met an extremely rude lady to get a bunch of super confusing yet colorful papers I needed for my classes. As I was about to walk out, a beautiful girl walked into the office.

This girl had such amazing creamy porcelain skin. Her hair flowed like a glistening wavy river with peeps of dark red strands sliding through her perfect brownish locks (If rivers were brunette, of course). And, her face looked so radiant and perfect like models in magazines. We stared at each other for so long I was able to implant the small details of her lovely and lit brown eyes above her pink blushed cheeks into my brain. 

"May I help you," she asked in her silvery and alluring voice? 

I realized I'd been gazing far too long, amazed at her gorgeousness. "I am so sorry. I didn't realize I was staring so much. It's just, your very lovely."

"Thank you! I couldn't keep my eyes of you either. You must be the new transfer student people are talking about. My name is Renesmee Cullen. It is a pleasure meeting you," Renesmee replied. She shook my hand, smiling with a perfect row of teeth.

"I'm Catalina. My friends and fam call me 'Cati.' So, it's whatever you'd like."

Renesmee nodded a little. "Alright... Cati. Can I help you? I have time," she offered.

"Sure," I accepted her proposal, then we started walking side by side. I thought about something for a second, then gushed out, "Oh, wait!"

She looked at me a bit startled. "Yes?"

"Uh... Didn't you go in for something," I asked, pointing at the office with my thumb?

"You," she replied with confidence and a smile. 

I looked awkwardly at her. "Huh?" 

"I saw you walk in, so I went after you. Though, my brothers are a bit upset that I did." She drooped her head a bit, and we continued to walk forward. 

"Oh. Why?" I asked, scratching my head. 

Renesmee shook her head, smiling. "I'm just being rebellious. It's a complicated situation."

Complicated, huh?  "Um. I will respect not asking again, then. My mom told me not to be too rebellious today either, so we have to help each other out as much as possible," I told her. 

Renesmee giggled, then requested, "Alright. Don't fail me."

Whoa! Her laugh is so pretty, I shouted in my head! We managed an enjoyable conversation while she showed me around. I felt so glad it was early enough to get a short tour of the school, and that a gorgeous girl actually talked to me on my first day. I knew not to be deceived by looks, and I liked to think I had a good eye to see through people. So, by watching Renesmee's mannerisms, she didn't seem horrible in any way at all. That's good. 

She first presented the cafeteria; Second, the halls to most of the electives; and, lastly, a couple of my classes as we passed by some extras. We'd reached my homeroom by the time we finally said our "adieu's" and parted ways. Science class was a bit huge; but, nearly close to half the rooms at my house.

I walked in and stood by the teacher to greet him at his desk. "Hi. I'm new in your class." Silently, I waited a few seconds as he checked his desktop. 

Afterwards, He responded, "Ah, here you are. Catalina Yong. It's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to biology II. You can take a seat over by the window." The teacher, Mr. Molina, gestured toward an owl on the window pane. 

"Ah... Thanks." I whispered. 

It was perfect. I always loved having window seats. Soon, more people roamed into the classroom. A guy with dyed blonde hair and black roots sat next to me. He started unpacking his supplies. It seemed as though I wasn't as noticeable due to the fact I was gazing out the window and staring at that stuffed owl statue behind me. It kept creeping me out. I fear statues. They might move. The boy chatted with his friends like we were completely ignoring each other. Everyone was a bit loud in the classroom until Mr. Molina subdued the riot.

Mr. Molina introduced me to the class next, "Good morning, everyone! We have a new transfer student in our class. Her name is Catalina Yong. Please, stand up, Miss Catalina." He raised his hand to signal me to stand.

I stood on my feet and waved a bit nervously, "Oh! Um. Hi," I spoke kind of timid along with a weak smile. I took my seat back and regained my interest out the window.

It took only a couple of seconds before the boy next to me finally decided to introduce himself, "Sup, I'm Kyle but you can call me Mr. Ahanu, the fine ass hunk you sit next to."

I looked his way and noticed his beach-sand skin. His eyes were mahogany brown and narrow. He looks Native American. I expressed inside my head. Combat boots. Trying-to-hard-to-be-sexy, colorful shirt. Dark jeans.

Kyle slid closer toward me. "And, you must be the lovely goddess, Miss Aphrodite." He winked and held his hand out for a shake. 

Heh-heh! What? I gave him a funny look. "Um. No. I'm not. But, what's up," I brushed Kyle's comment off as I shook his hand? Afterward, I looked at my hand, realizing how soft his hand felt. That felt weird.

Kyle asked, "So! Like, are you from Africa?"

My eyebrows bent in confusion.

The guy said, "Well... Uh. I thought: though you're light skinned, you could be African. And, like, your posture is so straight and poised like one of those African princesses or something?"

My eyes narrowed along with the odd face I made. I asked, "What makes you think I'm from Africa — Because I'm black?" 

"I didn't mean anything by it. It is just that you're so proper and so-!" 

A guy in front of us cut Kyle off, "Dude, hush. You're making s**t worse." The guy looked at me. He was tanner and had wavy black hair in a low ponytail. Plain white shirt. Bright blue Jeans.  "Hey, I'm Adam Bidziil." He greeted, "Welcome to our class where you have to deal with that 

weird teacher, Mr. Molina, and this flirt. That last part was him." Adam pointed at Kyle.

"Ah. Well. I'm Catalina." I responded. I looked back and forth between the two guys before me.

"So, where are you from? The school news said you were an 'out-of-country' student," asked Adam, politely. 

"Well. Though, I was born in America. I just transferred from Japan. I travel a lot," I answered. 

Kyle's eyes widened. "Awesome! You're like an international goddess, then," he cheered! 

I tilted my head a bit, placing my fingertips on my lips. I shook my head and replied, "No. Not a goddess." 

"But, dem eyes, though! You have to be," exclaimed Adam! 

"Uh... Okay?" I accepted and smiled at those dudes. Though the conversation got weird, these guys may not be so bad to hang around.

"I hope I didn't offend you," Kyle sounded a tad bit worried about his remarks before. His eyebrows looked sad, but his smile contradicted them. 

"Nah. Not at all. I get it a lot. I always wondered why people would ask me that question about being proper and stuff, though. Is that weird or something?" I questioned while shrugging.

Kyle chuckled out, "My bad. I'm sorry. It's not weird at all."

I waved my right hand downward and replied, "You're cool. I'm actually mixed. My grandmother is Korean; my mom is African-American; and, my dad was Korean and Italian." 

Kyle seemed to have caught on to what I said, "'Was?' Don't you mean... Oh...Oooh! I'm so sorry again."

I chuckled, then pleaded, "Stop apologizing."

"I know, right? I have never seen him apologize this much," Adam snitched.

I laughed with them for a good while until we were caught talking by the teacher. The classroom had a project that day and I was able to join in, thanks to those dudes. The project still ended in a disaster, considering the fact we were still chatting too much. The hours ticked by fast with every second we enjoyed each other's company. The next bell rang, releasing everyone to their next destination. Homeroom wasn't so bad after all. 

After attending my other two classes, students entered the cafeteria, hoping for some good food. The wide area was so clean, other than a few wrappers on the ground next to those trash bins in a corner of the large room. The food smelled and actually looked better than I thought it would. I gathered some lunch, then sat at an empty round table since I thought no one I knew would sit there. I mean, I'm new. But, I was wrong. The guys from my first class sat next to me and brought some girls with them.

"Oh! Wow! I didn't think you would sit at our table, baby," Kyle excitedly blathered!  He flirtatiously slid my way. 

"Baby?" A sarcastic, stern tone came from my mouth, "Cati. Never baby... Unless a guy is my boyfriend, which you are not. So, watch it. Tryna slide in dem DM's. You better turn farther left." I spoke confidently and poked his arm.

Kyle laughed, "Oh! Sassy! I like it. Alright, ladies this cute little kitty is Catalina. She's in my Biology II class."

Adam sat across from us and corrected Kyle, "Our Biology II, actually. Hey, Cati."

I waved at him with a relieved smile, feeling grateful that Adam wasn't as flirty as his friend... who was sitting next to me.

An adorable alabaster girl with a strawberry blonde bob and big brows sat next to me on my right. The fashionista. Pastel-pink mini skirt and make-up.  White blouse. She introduced herself, "I'm Cher Dallas. Wow! You're super pretty!"

"Not really. You are. Glad to meet you." 

Smiling, I honestly doubted the way I looked compared to other girls like Cher, the one being so pretty herself. I failed horribly with the whole face cleansing and other girl stuff they do to be good looking. I mean, I wipe my face with a hot, clean face towel and that's it. The only time I'm good at it was whenever I felt like wearing makeup, which wasn't often. Another person walked up behind me and tugged my chair. I jerked in surprise.

She spooked me, causing everyone to laugh around the table. "Hey! These boys belong to us." A female joked, then laughed.

I looked up at a copper skin girl. Tom-boyish style. Baggy and ripped, high-waist denim. White crop top. Better up-to-date converse. "Trust me. I don't plan on dating anyone," I shared, laughing along.

She gasped! "What? Why? Boys are hot! Well, not all of 'em. You're too cute not to date, though. Oh! Anyway! I'm Maria Wane." She greeted me, messing up my hair by bouncing the strands in her hands.

A third girl stood before us in front of the table. She spoke softly and sounded shy, "And, I'm Frankie Osbert. Hi. You will get use to her touchy, feely ways. Eventually." Frankie seemed like a young woman with a pale, yet, rosy complexion. Her super-cute voice didn't compare to the 20-year-old age she presented. Washed-pink, plaid skirt that's tattered at the hem. White turtleneck. Thick navy blue stockings and bright beige Loafers.

"Where is Micheal, girl," Maria asked Frankie? 

Frankie shrugged.

"I dunno," Cher answered as well. She looked around until she spotted a dark-skinned kid coming our way and yelled, "Yo! Aye!" Everybody, except me, started shouting, "AAAYE! Cider! Micheal! Aye!"

I started laughing with the raging lunatics like they were the most bizarre group of friends I had ever met. They laughed at my funny expression. A guy with espresso bean skin named, Cider, or Michael Cider Angelo, waved across the cafeteria with a huge grin on his face. The techno-loving kid with a digital mask. Cool! He turned away to talk with another group. 

The time passed by slow enough for me to suddenly acknowledge some stranger's eyes running up and down my back. I turned around and spotted Renesmee sitting with her two brothers prodigiously staring back at me. It was like staring at a goddess on her throne surrounded by two of her most trusted god-like guardians. Clearly, it wouldn't be surprising if they were celestial beings.

I had to say something since they were looking our way. "Hi! Renesmee," I shouted with a smile and a wave! 

She smiled and waved back at me, then turned back to her brothers. Renesmee's brothers had different expression on their flawless faces as they spoke together. The boy on the right was super model ready. 

His hair's movement matched flowing waters and it was dyed almost the same color, too — the color of ocean foam — and his roots were ebony. His skin was a dark fawn with a gold undertone. It looked so smooth that a baby's skin could match how soft it seemed. His eyes were amazing — they were a lovely emerald green color. They kind of glowed. His facial expression was a bit foxy and playful by the way he grinned at his brother.

The other guy on the left seat was evenly as beautiful as Renesmee. His skin color was the same as his brother's, but his skin's texture compared to a porcelain doll like his sister's. His cheeks were lightly pinkish. His eyes were dazzling silver and fiery. Fiery as in, his eyes almost twinkled like crystals or diamonds in a mine reflecting a lot of light or, perhaps, like a bond fire when the embers are glimmering into the air. They were mesmerizing — hypnotizing — because of his warm and graceful gaze. His wavy, iridescent chestnut hair perfectly flowed down the left side of his face, slightly covering his left eye. This made him appear mysterious.

There was so much to say about his character. Half of it, I couldn't make out, but whatever they were, had me hooked. I was floating. We were... floating. The subtle glare by his big eyes became a bit... shady as he looked away from me. He simply closed his eyes and nonchalantly waved, then continued talking with his family. I faced my new friends.

"Oh. My. God! No, you didn't just have a cheesy moment with that sexy guy over there. And, then, you spoke to HER! So, unfair! Like, super fantastic," exclaimed Maria, shocked and smiling!

I blinked. "What? I don't think that was a moment. I was just thinking they looked pretty amazing sitting over there. I must've been staring for too long again," I replied. I covered my lips by taping my fingers over them. Then again, I can't really explain what just happened. It's like the world shifted, somehow. I mulled over the bizarre feeling I had when looking at the guy on the left.

Cher started stating her opinion, "Of course, they are! The Cullens are glamorous and fantastic people. Everybody knows! They are super nice and cool to be around, especially Renesmee Cullen. But, they barely speak with anybody. They only get involved with people occasionally, so expect a lot of distance."

I nodded. Sounds like me. I don't like being in crowds, either. 

"Yes," Maria added, "Please, don't let that super-hot moment between you two think you have gotten away with being on their list of people they'd hang with." She seemed a little upset about it as she pointed to the one with the silver eye color. "Especially, him. That guy you were staring at is Ozario Xaviero-Cullen. He is f*****g naughty. Oh, my God! Don't get me wrong. He really is a really great guy; but, he can come off a bit... odd at times, which gives off that sexy bad boy vibe about him."

Frankie began to speak, "The other guy is Henry Xaverio-Cullen in the right chair. He is a trickster and a joker. He loves making schemes and pulling pranks." 

Adam put in his input on the subject, "I heard Henry 's also a big flirt and stands women up. It's just a rumor, though." Adam leaned toward me and whispered, "No girl has really dated him."

"Okay?" I started, "They went from being good-hearted people to bad asses, then probably jerks to 'I can't explain, anymore, because they're mysterious as the dark side of the moooon!' In like two seconds. Now, I'm confused. I has questions," I responded, purposely butchering one of my statements out of silliness, and then chuckled.

Kyle tittered and replied, "Yep! That's how they leave people so people make up shitty rumors! What is true is... sometimes, we wonder if they're probably shy or scared to come near others because of the way they act. Renesmee once said that for Ozario, it's harder for him to be around 'normal people.' Whatever that meant. No one, except his older brother, in his whole family knows that grey-eyed guy any more than anyone else in this school. In Renesmee's family, he is still another outcast. I see why. He only talks to them two," explained Kyle, pointing at Renesmee and Henry.

I looked at Ozario again. His radiant, silver eyes stared at his meal while that blaze of gentle fire moving within them. Those eyes caught a glance at me again. I tried to turn away the moment I noticed him looking back. I wrapped my mind around thoughts about how troubling it must be for him to be so misunderstood, possibly lonely.

The minutes continued a bit faster as my friends and I enjoyed conversing about other stuff until the bell rang. The end of lunch came, leaving me the only one at the table trying to figure out where my next class would be. I know it's in the elective's hall. I tossed and turned the papers every which way, then flipped to the next page.

"Do you need any help, Miss?" 

The most romantically, Spanish accented, quixotic, masculine voice caught my attention. I immediately turned around and faced the guy who spoke to me, Ozario Xaverio-Cullen. He was so tall and fit. Incredible. Dang! He is so good looking up close! 

"Um, I'm good...Well. Maybe... Yea, yes. I do, actually," I answered, becoming horrifically shy. I hoped I wasn't blushing or anything.

Ozario smiled a bewitching grin that captivated my entire being. He looked at the paper to see where I needed to go, then returned his focus on me. He said, "You have class with me. Well. We must be going... Shall we?"

"Yes. We should be," I agreed in a calm, but merry tone. Oooh... I stood up, feeling my cheeks burn because of the way he beautifully — melodically — stated that sentence like those people in old plays such as Shakespeare or something. His voice was so soft and fluid. Ozario took my hand and led me out the cafeteria. He opened one of the double doors for me. We walked side by side down the halls to our art class. There was silence without tension. Only an aura of peacefulness swept over us. We just beamed the entire way, catching glimpses of each other's eyes. Each time we would, the earth seemed to change its gravity. 

We reached the classroom, parting ways. Ozario took his seat by the window. I didn't know where to sit. Everyone had already settled in a seat. There was only one chair left, right next to the hunk and it was a window seat. Oh, yea! The charming guy smiled, waving me over to the seat. With glee spreading across my face, I walked over there. Perfect!