Chapter 1 Noah
At 16, the last thing I'm thinking about is being in love. I haven't been into the girlfriend thing. I've only been in love once, and she took my heart and crushed it with her bare hands. I live with my mom and dad. They have been married since they were 18. Mom had me at 29, and they have been happy since they first met. That was until my dad started having an affair over the last two years. I found out on my 14th birthday. No one knows, I know. My mom acts clueless but knows she knows what's going on. Anyway, I'm Noah Williams. I'm a Junior at Woodland High. Walking through the halls this morning, as usual, you see the usual chaos. Couples making out, kids rushing to homeroom, friends catching on to the latest antics. My best friend since kindergarten, Mike, was standing at his locker grabbing his first-period books.
"Wassup, Mike!" I called out.
He turned his head toward my voice and grinned. "Wassup, Noah!" We did the handshake we made up the day we met. It's stupid, but it's our tradition. Our parents were best friends in high school, so when we were bound to be friends; as my mom likes to say.
"Did you catch watch the game last night?"
"Naw, I missed it. I was messing with Cara's annoying ass. He sucked his teeth. "She wanna be bitching all night." He was annoyed.
I laughed at his frustration. Mike is what the girls would classify him as a "man whore". All the girls know he isn't looking for anything serious. Yet they still stand in line waiting for a turn.
"You don't listen. I told you to stop messing with hoes."
A soft voice from behind us belonged to Britt, our third musketeer. We met her in 2nd grade, getting picked on for her ginger red hair by this 4th-grade school bully. Who I always thought had a crush on her. She rolls her eyes, annoyed that Mike slept with another girl. They have this thing for each other. But since we are all friends, no one wants to speak about it. I think it's complete bull shit, but who am I?
"I don't mess with hoes. I like nice, smart girls." He laughs at the bullshit he just produced from his mouth. He tugs Britt's cheerleading skirt to get a smile out of her. Typical Mike can't take Britt being mad at him. I shake my head in amusement.
As usual, Britt gives in and lightly pushes Mike away from her in fake annoyance. " Yeah, right, Britt says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "I'm just so tired of you boys. I need female friends. The way you throw girls away doesn't say much about me." She snapped, bumping Mike's shoulder to go inside our first-period classroom.
"What crawled up her ass ?" Mike asked loud enough for her to hear. She turns around to give him the middle finger. I shook my head, laughing, knowing what's precisely her problem. So does Mike. He pretends like he has no idea. Mike dating has always bothered Britt ever since we turned 12.
We begin walking to Science finishing our conversation about last night's game he missed. That's when I saw her, Savannah Johnson. She looked up with those big brown eyes, and a smile instantly made me weak. It was as if everything around me stopped. All I saw was her. Completely forgetting about Mike, I walked over to her. I just stood there looking at her. I was stuck. I felt like such a punk, and I know I looked like one. I've never been shy or speechless around girls. Finally, I shook her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Williams Noah. I mean Noah Williams, but you can call me Noah." Did I say all that out loud? What is wrong with me?
"Good to know, Savannah Johnson." She smiled, and again I was breathless. This feeling was different. I've been around beautiful girls, but Savannah's energy pulls me in like no other.
"Are you new here?" Stupid question. Of course, she's new.
"Yeah, I'm from Philadelphia. My dad and I moved here about three weeks ago." Damn, she's so beautiful. With her smooth caramel skin, big light brown eyes, and brown shoulder-length hair, her body is the perfect thickness that compliments her plump ass. She was extraordinary, and I had to have her.
"You like it here so far?" I asked.
"It's okay. She hesitated. I mean, it's not like I did anything but go to the mall."
"There are other things to do around here. You know that, right?" I found myself wanting to know everything about her.
"Do I take that as an invitation?" She raised her eyebrow, curious.
"I believe it is," I couldn't help but smile at her. A natural, genuine smile is not something I often do.
She laughed. Damn, it sounds so beautiful. "It gets pretty quiet around here, too," she said while removing the hair from her face.
Yeah, you don't like the quiet?