Limitless Dream

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One

Chapter 1 :

Normally you’d think I’d be a little more excited to start high school, but today was not the case. As if huge new schools weren’t scary enough, add a few ravenous seniors on the hunt for foreign junior blood to the list. Yeah, fingers crossed the day goes by without a riot.

Let me correct myself. I do wanna start high school; I’m starting a new chapter in my life. The thing is I already started high school before, now it’s just at a totally new school. Yeah, my old high school was closed down over the summer due to funding issues, since it was a private school.

Now it’s time to see new classmates, and few old ones from middle school, different teachers from the ones I’m used to, hopefully, a bigger cafeteria, and who could forget the most important of them all, the possibility of finding a boyfriend. Now that’s at the top of my list.

My mom says a guy is not important at the moment, but I wanna live the full high school experience and that includes a boyfriend. Just like every teen movie I’ve ever watched.

I make my way out the door; today my mom and I are carpooling with my aunt and cousin to work and school. My cousin’s a senior, so she promised to protect me from all the other seniors. Which I’m grateful for.

As I walk into the school, I could tell all eyes are on me. So I pick up the pace. I’m glad I came to the school during the summer to get familiar with my classrooms; if not I’d be a mess wondering around the halls. After a quick walk and a few right turns, I arrive at the classroom for the first period, math class. I hate math, hate it with my very soul. It’s not a subject I’ve ever excelled at on my own. I started getting tutored since I was in fourth grade. By an extremely handsome man, I may add. It’s because of him that I never failed in math. Never had I met someone who could make such a subject actually fun.

As I walk into the classroom, I’m greeted by familiar faces. A large group of my old classmates from middle school are studying at this high school as well. So far so good. I take a seat next to July, one of my old classmates.

My my my, look at all these young students, says a voice coming from the door that startles us all. I hope you all like math because you guys are in for a hell of a ride. So buckle up, for numbers are coming your way. A short, dark-haired chubby woman walks into the room. She’s got interesting attire on. She’s in literally all black. She looks like a widow, I wonder if her husband did actually die. It’s better I do not think about it, in case if it’s true.

The class continues on pretty normal, or as normal as this weird-ass math class can get. Our teacher, Mrs. Maybeth is totally insane. She has this weird theory that 1+1=3, and that we’ve been fooled our whole lives. I don’t know from where she got that idea, but I am sure as hell not gonna listen to it.

Once the bell rings, we all file out of the classroom. So how was your summer, Nicole? July asks me as we make our way to the second period. We’ve got History class next. I’m actually glad that July’s making light conversation with me and not asking me about my old school. When I graduated from middle school and people found out I was going to a private high school supported by the Ivy League, they were thrown back. That’s when the rumors started about the rich bitch on social media. But what people don’t know is that I was given the scholarship to attend. Plus it’s not in my jurisdiction to have to explain my life to other people. So let them believe what they want.

Really good July, I went to Walt Disney World. I say smiling.

Awesome! I imagine you had a lot of fun!

I did, what about you, how’d you pass your summer? I ask genuinely intrigued. July is your typical religious girl. Minus the typical. I mean she follows her parent’s rules, she attends church on a regular 4 days a week basis. But she’s also got a rebellious side. This is what I like about her. She’s not afraid of speaking her mind when there are things about the church or life in general that bother her, and she’s always in the mood for trying new things. Not all the time, but she’s more flexible than most girls who grow up in the church.

Not so bad, I didn’t get to travel like you did. But my family rented a villa off the coast and we stayed there for a few days. I was great! Such incredible sights. I never wanted to leave, she says beaming.

Who could blame you, everyone deserves an escape every now and then.

True, we walk into our next class, and I’m immediately frightened. Apparently, our professor is speaking to himself, either that or he’s giving a monologue or he’s reenacting Shakespearean play.

Oh infinite universe, hear me. I am all alone on this planet. He’s facing towards the windows. I know no one and no one knows me. For I am empty, and alone. He sounds remorseful. I do not know what to do! he yells and falls to his knees. Not a single student has taken a seat; we are all standing near the door. What are we supposed to do, this teacher is clearly not right in the head. As if he could hear my thoughts, he says, Students enter, he’s still on his knees. We all hesitate for a moment; Do not be afraid, he gets up off the floor and directs us towards him. I am Mr. Summerfield and I will be your History professor for the academic year. I honestly do not know what to think of this man. He already gives me the creeps.

Lunchtime arrives sooner than I expected which I’m not happy about because that means the seniors are gonna make the freshman and any other newcomer dance and make fools out of ourselves. I may have the protection of my cousin, but I have zero clues where the hell she is right now. So I decide it’s better I do not walk into the cafeteria since I’ll easily be spotted there. I may not like it, but it’s a tradition that the seniors get a laugh by making us look like idiots. The worst part is that if you refuse they throw a mixture of various smelly liquids over your head. Like ketchup, eggs, syrup, and who knows what else.

I walk into the gym, and there seem to be none of my old classmates here, they must be all eating lunch, so I take a seat at one of the bleachers. Nicole right? I look up and see a girl wearing a bright floral shirt, I immediately recognize her, from my classroom.

Yeah, you are? I say a little dubious.

Angela, she says. It’s nice to meet you, Nicole.

You too, so what have you thought about our teachers so far? I ask.

They’re not so bad, except for Mr. Summerfield. That dude is crazy as fuck.

I laugh, Tell me about it, he definitely creeps me out—

Who Summerfield? Yeah, he’s fucking crazy. It’s my old friend Gabriel. He’s walking towards us with some other guy whom I don’t recognize.

Gabriel, I run towards him. You never told me you go here, I say before he gives me a huge bear hug.

I was keeping it as a surprise. I punch in on the arm. Ouch!

You should have told me! I reproach.

Next time Nico, he messes my hair all up. Nico is the nickname he gave me, and it kinda stuck around longer than I hoped for. Most people just call me Niki, but not him. This is Brandon by the way, he addressed the guy next to him. Brandon, this is my good friend Nicole."

Hi Nicole, he says taking my hand and lightly pressing a kiss on it. Interesting, I didn’t know I was the Queen of England. But I do feel like her now. What an odd, yet sweet gesture. This guy just might make my potential boyfriend list.

Two

Chapter 2 :

We’re two weeks already into the school year, and it’s not so bad. A few class headaches here and there, but nothing to die over. I’ve been hanging out a lot with Angela, Gabriel, and Brandon since the first few days of class. I do hang out with July every now and then, and with a few other classmates. Although I try to avoid July during lunch since she does hang out a lot with her other friends, whom one of them I hate. She had become my middle school bully. I wouldn’t say, bully, more like that bitch that made my life a fucking hell. That sums it up better.

I sat at my usual spot at the bleachers, waiting for Angela and the rest to arrive when Amanda a smartass from my English class walks into my view. If I thought I was smart, I don’t compare to her. She’s a genius, and she knows it, her arrogance shows it, but I get along with her just fine. Since the first day, she noticed me answering a lot of the teacher’s questions in class she decided I was deemed worthy of being her friend. Since she does the only hangout with brains, her best friend is another genius too. Hey, Nicole! She beams taking a seat next to me.

Hi Amanda, I say a little less enthusiastic than her. The team’s basketball practice was just starting when I arrived.

Amanda stares out at the team and smiles, So any cute guys catch your eye? She asks still looking at the team. I’m guessing that she’s into one of the guy’s on the team.

Just one, I hadn’t planned on answering the question truthfully until it was too late. I had been thinking about Brandon, how once day he said I was beautiful. Never in my life had a guy ever said that I’m beautiful. The thing was that it wasn’t said out of a whim or out of sarcasm or anything like that. He genuinely said it and meant it, or at least I think he meant it. I had asked him if he was being serious, and he answered, that why would I ever doubt my beauty? I think I had blushed at that moment, although I’m unsure now.

Who, she turns towards me. Who do you like?

It’s not that I like him, I just find him cute, and she’s so sweet, unlike any guy I’ve ever met. Brandon! I blurt out.

Really, she looks stunned, like if it’s hard to believe. This is so great, he’s really sweet, and he’s never had a girlfriend before. I didn’t know that, but neither have I had a boyfriend. So I guess we’re even. I studied with him in middle school. He’s always been such a crazy guy, none of the girls took him seriously they found him too childish. Wow, that’s not nice. I can talk to him you know, I mean I’ve seen you hang out a few times, but I know you wouldn’t tell him. Plus you hang out with other people around, so I bet telling him would be awkward. She’s not wrong, but I’m not sure. It’s your decision though.

Okay, I breathe. Tell him, I say. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from TV shows is that you can’t fail at something if you don’t try. So how will I know if I fail a shot at a potential boyfriend if I don’t even try?

I’ve always been the kind of girl who keeps her emotions bottled up. If I liked a guy, I’d just never tell him, I would keep it to myself until my crush on them went away, which always did at some point.

Alright I’ll talk to him first thing tomorrow morning, and with that, she walks away leaving me full of nerves. What did I just do?

The next day goes on as normal as any other, except that my enemy is standing real close to me. Remember that bitch who I said made my life a fucking hell. That’s who’s standing in front of me. Kassity Olsen, Katy to her friends, queen bee, miss popular if popular people were still considered their status. So Amanda told Brandon you like him, I almost choke on her worlds. What the fuck! How the hell does she know? I’ll kill Amanda.

What! Is all I could articulate at the moment.

The girls and I were around when she was talking to him. I think it’s really sweet that you like him. He seems like your type, there’s nothing wrong with still being a little childlike when you’re in high school. It’s once you get to college when you have to worry. I want to slap her in the face. I swear I’ll slap her. Good luck with everything. Let’s see if you get yourself your first boyfriend. Those are her last words and then she walks away. Why couldn’t Amanda at least wait to talk to Brandon alone? I can’t blame Amanda for this, it’s not her fault that Katy is a nosy bitch.

I continue on with my day, I will not let Katy’s words get to me. Once lunch comes around, I’m afraid to walk anywhere. I’m scared to find Brandon waiting for me somewhere with Amanda. The times I’ve hung out with him, Angela, and Gabriel it’s all been chill; now things are gonna be super awkward. I decide on taking a walk around the school instead of my usual spot at the bleachers.

I walk and walk for what feels like the entirety of the lunch hour when in reality it’s only been ten minutes. As I walk by the make-out tree, which is the proper name for it, all you see there are couples kissing; I spot Brandon looking my way, shit! I turn around. Real smooth Nicole! Nicole, I hear Amanda’s voice call out to me. I turn back around and walk towards them. Brandon’s smiling ear to ear, although he does look nervous in a way. My heart’s pounding like crazy.

Hey, I say once I reach them. I’m staring at the floor; I’m too embarrassed to look at Brandon.

Have fun you two, Is all Amanda says and winks at me, before leaving me here alone with Brandon. I continue to stare at the floor for a few more seconds when I hear my name rolls off his lips.

Nicole, Brandon says. I look up to meet his eyes.

Yes?

Do you want to go for a walk? He says nervously.

I’d like that.

Cool, you know I was surprised when Amanda came up to me yesterday. I look up to meet his eyes. I hadn’t noticed before how tall he is. He’s gotta be like 6’1. I must totally look like a minion beside him; I’m only 5 feet tall. I hadn’t really spoken to her since junior high. When she told me about you, I nearly flipped. No girl has ever shown interest in me. I’m honored.

You’re a really nice guy Brandon—

You can call me Brad if you’d like. He says shyly.

You’re a really nice guy Brad. It shocks me to hear that no girl has shown interest in you before. You’re a likable person, funny, sweet— He stops walking and stares at me, eyes wide open. Shit, why did I say that! What is my problem? I need to play this cool.

I have a good feeling about you! And out he flashes a pearly white smile. Well, that took my worries away.

Who would have seen it coming, 17-year-old Nicole was talking to a guy she liked, it was insane, it was beyond insane. A Brad for crying out loud, Brand’s in movies were always super popular, they were the captains of the Football or Basketball team, and they had blond hair and blue eyes. Not this Brad, the Brad from my school is nerd cute, with vampire pale skin, chocolate eyes, and dark brown hair, just like me basically. My junior year at a new high school was going better than I expected. I’ve got this!

Three

Chapter 3 :

So who can tell me the names of all six noble gases, asks our Biology teacher, in hopes of getting someone to participate in class. Anyone, he looks all around the room, and his eyes land on me. Nicole, the girl who is dating Mr. Brandon Lancaster, I didn’t believe it when people said that teachers where always nosing in on their students’ lives until now.

We’re not dating, I say in a loud tone that leaves our teacher Mr. Samuelsson perplexed. We are just friends who are getting to know each other, nothing more. I may have given more information than I needed to.

Mr. Samuelsson diminishes my answer, Whatever you say, Ms. Venezuela. He says in a tone of utter sarcasm. Still, please tell the class the names of the six noble gases?

Helium, Neon, Argon, Xenon, Radon, and Krypton, I say proud of myself.

Very good, moving on with the rest of the periodic table, Mr. Samuelsson continues on with the class.

By the time I get home I’m beaten. The day was so full of new material, group projects, that, of course, the teachers gave us, and loads and loads of homework. So not even during my evening, I will get to relax. As for Brad and I, things have gone pretty good. He’s always telling jokes and goofing around. We’ve actually started hanging out with my entire class during our lunch breaks. Except for Angela and Gabriel, they have lunch with some of the seniors now. Which is weird, but who cares, they do whatever they want. I am even hanging out with Katy. Yeah, she’s included in the group. She hasn’t pulled out any stunts yet, so I’m grateful for that. But it’s cool being able to spend time with different people, it makes each day interesting. Although sometimes I do wish she wasn’t around, I’m just glad that she doesn’t talk to me.

My mom’s making tacos today, which is fitting since today is Tuesday, which makes it Taco Tuesday. At least one good thing came out of today, that and the nice conversations I had with Brandon during lunch.

Something I’ll never get over is the fact that he waits with me until my mom comes to pick me up