all i said was goodbye [ chance ]

[ruby2]

Hannah had a pretty fun day at the mall with Chance and Summer. In fact, she found herself laughing most of the time. A concept that she didn't understand. It's been so long since she's laughed that hard. Nor has she laughed so long before. It was..... refreshing, but it made her feel guilty. All she felt when she was coming back to Hawthorne, was guilt. Did she deserve to have fun? Of course not, she should be mourning or depressed or something. But why couldn't she have fun? Was it so wrong to be happy for a day? Two years. It's been two years since she's had that much fun. Was it so wrong to want to be happy? But she shouldn't be. Can't be. Because the second she feels comfortable or even remotely around here, she'll want to stay. The plan is to escape. Not stay. And while it's not all that bad here, she couldn't stay. There is no place in here for a two year old kid. And she was definitely not going to send Noah away. Nor will she let anyone stand in her way of being a mother.

She sighed, changing into a pair of grey sweatpants with the letters that wrote volleyball on her ass. Stripping off her black hoodie, she replaced it with a white lace tank top, bringing out the colour of her eyes. Throwing her blonde hair into a ponytail, she grabbed her reading assignment, her laptop, utensils and her cell phone in one swift motion, brushing them into her bag. She stuck the pen between her head and the elastic band in her ponytail, throwing the bag over her shoulder. She closed the door behind her. A dorm. It's so weird to have a dorm. All her life, she's never been in a school where you stay on school grounds, and have a room that you share. It's not that she didn't like sharing, but the fact that they slept on school grounds was just too weird of a thing to grasp. But nonetheless, at least she had a roof over her head. She made her way towards the student's lounge, her runners digging through the melting snow. It feels so nice to know that the snow was finally going to pass through and that Spring was just around the corner. Time sure passes by fast.

She walked into the room, kids chatting amongst themselves. Some watching tv, some doing.... God knows what, some were doing homework, and some were just there to skip classes. She slumped against the couch, blowing the bangs out of her face for a second before she sighed and turned on the computer. The first thing she did was log onto the school chat, and all she got out of it was getting judged for being blonde. She typed infuriatingly amongst the keyboard, almost as if she was stabbing it over and over again. Homework was long gone from her mind. She needed to teach the girl a lesson, and it seemed like all she could do was threaten people. Nonetheless, Hannah wasn't the least bit afraid. She had something someone to fight for. And there was absolutely no frickin way that she was going to let a little psychotic patient in this school get in her way of reuniting with her kid. She was getting more and more pissed off. The longer she was in the stayed in the chat, the more she wanted to pull out a gun and shoot someone. She was so concentrated with the chat, she didn't even hear or feel someone sit next to her and said hi.

[chance joseph wilson]

It had been a good day. Chance was feeling agitated all day and he knew what that meant. It mean more senseless anger and he hated that. He never knew why it happened before, just that it did but then since coming here the psychiatrist managed to put a name to it. Something he could google and see and then hate before he didn't want to have it.

It wasn't entirely his fault but that didn't stop Chance from blaming himself for it. It was why he was so angry most of the time because that angry and aggravation was actually his and he could control it and when a episode struck it wasn't his to control anymore. He would just get so mad but then no one saw a difference and that just made even get even angry. He hated how things were but he also knew he needed to accept it.

Spending the day with Summer and Hannah was great. Two beautiful girls and an arcade full of games, he couldn't have asked for more but things didn't go according to plan. A crazy unprovoked outburst pretty much guaranteed that they would think he was insane or something but Chance couldn't help that, it was bound to happen anyway.

Getting to the student lounge where he knew Hannah would be, he still had a text book and note book with him from having done a bit of work in his room. Moving up to the girl, he sat down across from her and said hi as he put his books down in front of him. She looked pretty comfortable there in her sweatpants and tank top but she still looked good.

[ruby2]

God, the people here pissed her even more than her mother did. Hannah felt evem more moody than usual too. That's why she hated people. People just make you feel all sorts of things that you never ever want to generally feel. Other schools had never been that bad, but other schools weren't schools that had fucked up kids like her. Fucked up..... Was that really what she was? Is that why she was here? Because she was not normal? Or just generally weird and unacceptable in society? Did "normal" people think that people who had a small problem equal imperfect and.... "contageous?" Is that how things work? The second they figure something's wrong with a person, and they're instantly contageous? She wondered why people's mind worked like that. Why they judged. If they were just as fucked up as them, would they have judged as much as they did when there wasn't something wrong with them?

People are so hard to understand, but for certain people, they put their heart on their sleeves or their expressions, so they were easier to read. Although, people are often full of surprises that you'd never expect. But then again, there are people who will either never change or never want to change. People in this academy..... they're able to get better. They get to work hard and lower levels, but her? The doctors don't even know what the cause is in the first place. They say it could be genetics, but Hannah has never known any of her family or relatives that had something like this. So that, definitely, would not be the cause, but the doctors have no idea what it could be. Most people who also had Conversion Disorder- a form of somatoform disorder- really had no cause of it. It's considered a mental disorder. A long time ago, they even called it "hysteria." So maybe her blowing up on the chat earlier wasn't really her fault. Maybe. Because of this..... disorder or whatever, she had to do physio everyday, and psychotherapy. So really, what she had to do, wasn't so far fetched from what Cameron needs to go through. She kept threatening Hannah, saying she's psycho. But in some strange way, so is Hannah.

Although, she really didn't understand why she was getting so worked up over this chick who everyone's afraid of. Except for Marilyn, but it's expected of her. Everyone basks in her glory, and plays minions. They take what she says, and do what she says. She runs this..... "school" alongside of Leo- whom she has yet to meet. But running a school of fucked up people would make her more badass. These people are unstable, and people at normal high schools are tough, but they aren't half as dangerous as any of these kids. She respected Marilyn just because she had climbed her way to the top. How? She wasn't sure why nor did she want to or need to find out. Hannah had no plans on being hbic nor did she plan on being the second hbic. In fact, she didn't even want to be on their hierchy chart. She just needed to stay here long enough to find an escape route. Everybody keeps talking to her like she's going to be here for a while. She wasn't planning on staying. Hawthorne Academy is just another temporary home. This is not where she belongs. She sighed loudly, signing off, and slamming her laptop shut, leaning back on the couch, her eyes closed. It was then that she realized that someone had spoken to her. Her eyes opened and blinked a few times before she placed a name on that face- even though she saw him just..... minutes ago. "Hey Chance." She greeted, almost too enthusiastically.

[chance joseph wilson]

Chance thought she sounded pretty enthusiastic when she said hello, but then she had been a bit like that before too. The girl seemed nice and normal and happy but Chance knew better. Everyone here had some kind of a problem. He knew what hers sort of was. Somata-something or something. He couldn't remember now exactly what it was but it was something that she couldn't help.

At least they had that in common. He didn't really have anyone he could talk to about anything but here was this girl who understood that uncontrollable rage. It was easier to talk to her because of it but then.. It was easier to talk to her online than in person. The reasons were obvious though.

She was a beautiful girl and beautiful girls were the best kind of distractions. She had a nice smile too that helped keep him from figuring out what he was going to say. Which was why he stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. "Doing some studying?" he asked, though it was completely obvious.

[ruby2]

Hannah can be pretty deceiving when she wanted to be. She can act like the pretty angel, all sweet and innocent and then BHAM! she starts acting like some crazy women, degrading people, cussing like a sailor, and picking fights. She didn't know why, but a lot of people seemed to have taken a liking to her in the chat. But that's because they didn't really know her, now did they. Although she didn't know all that much about them either. They keep thinking she's so cute, and kind and nice and happy, and enthusiastic about things. But she was anything but those things. She was the mastermind behind pranks and picking locks. She was the best at thinking what to do when everyone else was stumped. She said words to people that dripped with venom. She fought and cussed like a small sailor. She probably has a bigger ego than Marilyn and Cameron combined together, and she doesn't know when to shut the hell up. She purposely tries to hurt people, and she was a slut.

Sometimes she's paralyzed, sometimes she's blind, and sometimes she faints. Sometimes she can black out and not remember the things she did after she blacked out. Sometimes she's fun and sometimes she makes fun of others just for her entertainment. She is definitely not cute, not kind, not happy, and definitely not nice. And absolutely, definitely. positively, not normal. In fact, she had Googled her diagnosis the other day. Later on in life, she's going to have tremors, she wouldn't be able to swallow for a period of time, wouldn't be able to talk, and a bunch of other things. While all these kids get to do their treatments and go home, she may be stuck with hers for life. Constantly going to psychotherapy, doing physio, being tested on..... Stuff like that. They don't get probed and poked here and there. They don't have to suffer through paralysis one minute and then wonder what the hell happened afterwards. They didn't have to suddenly feel numbness in their arm with no explanation whatsoever. They don't have to walk down the hallways seeing everything clearly and then suddenly everything's dark and you can't see a goddamn thing. No, there's kids who get high off their ass and pass out. There's kids can get drunk off their ass and then have a stomach pump. These kids cut themselves and then end up having stitches. These kids get to improve on their own. If they wanted to change, all it took was their willpower. There's no improvement for Hannah. Just increase of her disorder.

But that was alright because she was going to stay strong and try to stay at level two the best she could for Noah. Chance understood what she felt. While Chance could be allowed to change if he tried super hard, he still had an idea of what she was going through. And it felt good to be able to relate to someone. All the counselors, they pretend they understand her. They pretend they know what she's going through and how she feels and how she thinks. They know nothing because so far, she's the only patient in this school who has somatoform disorder. But at least Chance had a clue. And it did help that Chance was good to look at. Did he have a girlfriend? Maybe. She wouldn't know. Did it matter? Maybe. Should it matter? Definitely not because if he really didn't have a girlfriend, she couldn't get attached. She can't even remotely try to be his friend with benefits. Or sex buddies if he was into it. Hannah tries not to push people's boundaries, and when it came to physical contact and make out sessions, it was a sensitive subject for everyone. Some might not be into it and think you're a whore. Some might get into it and get too clingy and want a relationship with you. But very rarely, there are the kinds of friends with benefits with no strings attached. That's the kind of thing she liked. No strings attached, and she gets to have a good time too. That was definitely a bonus.

She didn't know why or when she started to become so addicted to sex. She had all these urges all of a sudden all the time, and it was like "what's wrong with me?" And sometimes she can't help but feel that way. It's like guys. Sometimes they wake up with a boner and sometimes they don't. More often than not, but still. They can't help that they have a wet dream. They can't control their own dreams. That's impossible. It's exactly how Hannah feels, but she has gone without sex for a while now, and she's been craving it like no tomorrow, but she had self control. But she wouldn't mind jumping his bones. Chance's, of course. Because there was finally someone who was older, hot, and straight. They're like a hay stack here. Straight guys, I mean. Not that she had a problem with gay people because she didn't. In fact, she kind of love them. They're so...... "screw the world, I don't care about what they think." I guess another world would be inspirational. Chance's voice brought her back to the student lounge. She bent forward to grab her book. "Yeah. I have to finish this book, translate it and summarize every chapter. I mean, I don't have to write down the translation and all, but it gets a little confusing if I don't." She said, fanning the book, opening up a random page to look at, occasionally glancing at Chance to make sure he was paying attention, but it's not like what she was saying is important. "What about you?" She asked, wondering why she was even doing the homework. The plan was to leave, not being forced to stay.

[chance joseph wilson]

Chance just smiled and watched her go on about what she had to do. Keeping those bright blue eyes on the blonde in front of him. He was suddenly glad she was in the year below him because the was no way he was going to be able to focus on his class if he had her to look at. Then she bend forward to grab a book, so she was wearing a tank top but she looked hot and it wasn't like he was staring or anything, he just happened to notice parts of her, just like anyone else would.

Chance had his books in front of him but he hadn't even opened it yet. He hadn't bothered to even pretend to be interested in them at all as she spoke. "Sounds.. like a lot of work," he admitted, only because he felt he needed to say something at this point just so she knew that he was at least paying attention to what she was saying as well.

"Well.. I.." he began, looking down at his books for a moment. Should he say he was going to be studying or reading or doing some lame essay or something? Probably, but would he actually be able to concentrate enough to get anything done? Probably not. So would it be worth even trying to pretending? No, not really so he figured he'd try something else as he completed that sentence. "would much rather be talking to you than trying to read any of this cause I doubt I'd be able to concentrate anyway," he told, pushing his books aside as he smiled back up at her. Honesty was good, right? Didn't girls like that kind of think? It was a refreshing change anyhow.

[ruby2]

Hannah's academics has always been quite good. It's not that she was a genius or has photographic memories- although that would be cool,- nor was it that she studied constantly. It was just that she actually pays attention in class and understands it the second the teacher's done explaining. And if she had a question, she wasn't afraid to ask- even if it's a "stupid question." She has been called a dumb blonde so many times she almost believed it once. She didn't know why people thought she was a dumb blonde the second they meet her? Did she had a sign that said "stupid' on her forehead, or were people just stereotypical asswipes, generally? Just because she's blonde, it doesn't necessarily mean she's stupid or any kind of idiotic. In fact, she's a straight A student. You don't randomly go to red-heads, call the hicks, call them a hill billy, make some lame joke and retarded dancing, try to do a country accent, and then tell them to take an anger management course. No, you compliment them, and admire their hair because it's auburnish red. You don't judge them because they're red-headed. Some kids dye their hair with purple streaks, and you don't just automatically think they're punk, does drugs, is a waste of space, and does poorly in school. No, you think it's original and debate wither or not it looks good on them. So, why, in the hell, would anyone judge a blonde? Sure there are plenty of them that are ditzy, but that doesn't mean they're not smart.

She is anything but ditzy. She didn't giggle at every joke a hot guy made. She say "like" after every other work. She didn't twirl her hair and bat her eyelashes. She didn't try to purposely ruin someone's life. She didn't gossip. She didn't complain to someone that she broke her nail playing sports. She didn't count how many calories she ate. She didn't eat just an apple and have a bottle of water for lunch. She didn't scrunch her nose up because someone wore an ugly outfit. Well, you get it. Hannah stared when someone makes a lame joke. The only time she said like was when she was using a simile. She punched a guy's arm if they ever try to get with her. She pranked people but never to ruin their life. She didn't care nor complain when she twisted her ankle playing sports. She ate like a pig and loves junk food. She thinks, "Wow this guy/girl is so inspirational. They don't care what others think." If Hannah didn't have certain....... parts of her body, she can be a guy. She tackled like one, ran like one, ate like one, spoke like one. She was quite popular with the guys in every school she went to. And it was a bonus because they don't care what's wrong, and they don't talk about their feelings. If there's something wrong, they tell you to get over it. They punch you and then all go out for pizza after having dinner just half an hour ago.

She has always known she was pretty, but she was just....... pretty. As in she had that adorable look on her face that said "girl next door" or.... "my best friend's little sister" or "that girl in my biology class, what's her name?" She admitted she liked her hair, but that was just about as superficial as she gets when it came to looking at herself. She didn't look in the silver tinted windows when she passed by one, nor did she glance at herself when she passed by a mirror. She occasionally glanced at herself when she was in the bathroom, washing her hands. That was it. There was no one to impress, nor did she have the need to impress anyone. She feels great with or without make up. If people were going to judge, go right ahead. Not like she cared. People would soon be disgusted with her when they find out she has a kid anyways, so it really didn't matter all that much when it came to her looks. Guys are vain. Usually. But then there are the rare few that would judge a girl for her personality and quirks instead of judging her rack, her face, and her boob spillage. She didn't understand why it takes girls to realize that while guys seem to like curves and slutty chicks, they also like girls who aren't so slutty and prostitute like. Guys like girls who respect themselves. There's a difference between confidence and thinking that being a slut makes you confident. Difference is..... you find confidence within yourself. Within you passion, your joy, your achievements, your failures, your happiness. You can't use your body to get confidence from others. It doesn't work that way because if they judge you for what you wear, how you wear it, or if it's two sizes too small, you lose confidence. Confidence is what makes you feel beautiful whether you wear tight clothes and extreme mini skirts or baggy clothes and sweat pants. Accepting yourself for yourself is confidence.

Hannah was oblivious the amazing blue eyes that seemed to be glued to her and her every action. Then again, she was just generally oblivious to everything when it came down to guys because the last she got on with one, she got pregnant. Sometimes she'd see some of the guys look at her as if she was some strange alien, and all she would think was, "Is there something on my face?" or "was my fly down?" or "maybe they're just being guys." She wouldn't understand what guys think. She understood the basics of how guys work and talk, but never what they think. Hannah has never even been on a first date yet, let alone a relationship. Not that she minded. Guys tend to run away when you tell them you had a kid. So why try to impress them or fall in love with one when they'd just end up breaking your heart and run away? She stared at the page, trying to read, but found herself unable to. "Sounds.. like a lot of work." He told her, as if she was translating Shakespeare. "It's not so bad. French is pretty easy to learn." She said with a shrug, looking at him for a good ten seconds before looking away. She saw, from the corner of her eye, him looking down at the things her brought here as if he was debating something. She wondered what, but she didn't bother to ask. "Well.. I.. would much rather be talking to you than trying to read any of this cause I doubt I'd be able to concentrate anyway," After I, he trailed off before continuing with his sentence. She smiled and nodded, understanding what he meant. "Yeah, it can be pretty noisy and distracting in here."

[chance joseph wilson]

Chance's dating history generally consisted of popular girls, they one's you find at bake sales who were part of the abstinence club and wore cheer-leading outfits. Yes, he did have a type but he was pretty flexible with it. He could easily date a regular girl, he just hardly ever found himself in that situation. Even with his temper, Chance got girls giving him that look and giggling when he walked past. It was all because of football and other sports.

Back home, Chance even went surfing a lot and girls seemed to like guys like that. Maybe there had been a couple of quiet ones just watching him from a distance but Chance never noticed. If they didn't go out of their way to stand out or talk to him then he usually walked right past without knowing they were even there.

It wasn't a good thing but then it wasn't his fault either. A lot of the popular girls would go up to him and talk to him and it just stopped him from noticing the rest, mostly because there wasn't a need to even look.

Things were different here though. There were cheerleaders, there were instead, crazy chicks with knives who stabbed people and girls who talked to inanimate objects or invisible people. It was a crazy school and Hannah seemed like the one beautiful, sane thing in it. Chance couldn't help but notice that.

"I'll have to take your word for it," Chance admitted. He didn't do French so he really wouldn't know but he figured any language would require quite a bit of work.

"You had it at 'pretty'. the noise doesn't bother me so much," Chance said, throwing in another subtle compliment while flashing that smile of his. Yes, she was pretty and that was what was distracting.

[ruby2]

Hannah has always thought that dates are too big of a fuss. When she was a kid, her sisters constantly stressed over what to wear, and what not to wear. Wondered if they should wear casual, semi-formal. or formal. Worried that they might under dress or over dress. Hoping that they didn't look trampy or not trampy enough. Worrying they'd go to some place too formal or a place not too formal. Debated whether to wear the black boots, the white strappies, or the red stilettos. Carefully picking out a purse that co-ordinated with her outfit colours. They took hours just to get ready for a date, and Hannah sure as heck was going to do none of the above. Dates weren't her thing, and probably won't ever be her thing, but she'd definitely give it a try. Eventually. When she's sure they're not going to run away because of Noah. When she's sure that Noah wouldn't mind having someone else in his life. Eventually, she'll learn to accept love. But right now, in the present, she wanted to steer clear of romance. Although you can't choose who you fall in love with nor can you choose when you fall in love. I guess force is one way, but no one can possibly fight that long.

Hannah only agreed with the counselor that she'd do French under one condition. And the condition was that she was allowed to organize French class related field trips. There were more loopholes than the River Styx had. The counselor had wanted her to do French because she was good at it, and she could recruit more students to go study in languages. She's practically fluent in French, Cantonese, Mandarin, and Japanese (ish). Actually, she knew very very very very limited Japanese. "You should drop by my class some time, see what it's like. If you know a second language, it's easier for you to learn another. Or so the saying goes, but I'm not really sure how that works." She rambled on. Again. She was starting to think she was nervous. Over what? She hasn't quite gotten that figured out yet. She looked at him with a confused expression as he told her that she was right at pretty. She didn't get it. What was pretty? What was the beauty that was distracting him? "I'm not sure I understand you..... What's pretty? And why is it distracting you?"

[chance joseph wilson]

Chance just watched her speak. She seemed pretty excited about this whole learning a language thing and he wanted to know another but he wasn't that good at it. "Yeah maybe I will," he told her. He figured it would be worth a look. Even if he wasn't all that interested in it, he could at least show up and find himself an excuse to talk to her some more, not that Chance ever needed one to talk to a beautiful girl.

"I kinda did Spanish for a while.. I guess I sorta counts," he said, that would have to do for a second language. It was the best he could manage. He knew enough to survive should he need to have a conversation but he wasn't completely fluent in it or anything.

Chance laughed a little at her response. He wasn't used to girls not picking up on subtle compliments because usually, in his experience, they were always fishing for more and taking whatever they could get. Hannah was as beautiful as any of them but she was acting a lot different which was a refreshing change as far as Chance was concerned.

"You," he told her, with the same smile. "You're beautiful and I doubt I'm gonna get much done because I can't stop looking at you," he explained, knowing that that there was no way she wasn't going to understand that.

[ruby2]

Hannah didn't even, for a second, realize that Chance had been looking at her while she'd been talking about the languages she knew the whole time. She never really liked language class- especially when her parents forced her into a French Immersion school back when she was a wee little girl. And as she grew older, the more she thought it wouldn't hurt to learn an extra language. It's was interesting. So different. So...... original. She could say one thing in Cantonese and it'd mean something entirely different in Mandarin. The same thing applied to French and Spanish. They sound the same, but they may mean different things. She's always been excited to learn new things about different cultures. It might even come in handy one day when she figures out what she wants to do with her life. She wants to finish high school and then go to a good college, but she'd have to work super hard to find the tuition for school, and at the same time, money to take care of Noah. She was never sure what she wanted to be. Teacher, lawyer, doctor, flight attendant...... All kinds of things that the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to do it. Teachers didn't get enough salary, lawyers and doctors takes too much schooling, and she was too short to ever be a flight attendant. Maybe she could be an interpretor or a journalist or....... something. As long as it gives her the money to raise her child. She would suffer a pain in the ass job just to see a smile on her son's face because that's all it took to make her day. And that's all she needed to make it through the day. Knowing that she was the cause of the smile on his face made her realize how important it is to cherish the little things you have in life instead of hoping you'd be that, wishing you had that, or dwelling on the past. Because if you're busy wondering about your future and dreaming about the past, you miss all the things that happen in the now. It didn't matter if you were loaded or you don't even have a penny. People still walk by and miss the things surrounding them. Like they'd never realize that the flower lady stopped smiling, the man on the street you saw last week passed away, the fine looking Porsche had lumps and scratches from a car. Or whatever. You forget to stop and bask in the things around you.

"Oh, really? I tried Spanish once. I got really confused." She laughed softly, leaning back on the sofa. "I wonder why I stopped." She asked, more to herself than to Chance. Why did she stop taking Spanish classes? She couldn't remember. His laugh brought her attention to him. She liked his laugh. It was so different than Noah's, but it was still the same welcoming, homey kind of laugh. Like as long as she was with Noah, she was home. It was like that with Chance, and it was weird to have some stranger have that affect on her. Hawthorne Academy wasn't home. Wherever Chance is going to be, it's not home. It shouldn't be. Because Chance is going to find out her dirty little secret and leave, leaving her heartbroken. Chance wasn't home. He would run away. And Hannah wasn't going to be the pathetic girlfriend that chased after a guy in tears. She'd cry herself to sleep, and lay on her bed for days, heartbroken. Not eating, not sleeping, not..... anything. Home was Noah. Home was warm and peaceful. Home was love and care. Home was happiness. "You," He had said. You're beautiful and..." Hannah didn't hear the rest. Beautiful. Well that definitely wasn't her then. She looked around. Maybe he was talking to someone else. She was imagining things. He couldn't have possibly told her she was beautiful. But no one was around her except for Chance. "Me...." She trailed off, tilting her head to the side, still not understanding the concept of him seeing her as beautiful or remotely pretty. "Beautiful?" She asked, going silence for a couple of minutes. Beautiful was her sisters. The triplets were gorgeous. They always had guys falling at their feet for them. They were by definition Aphrodite. And Scott? Scott was Zeus. Who was she? Who knows? Most likely some random mortal. Beautiful is what described the triplets. Invisible is what described Hannah. "I think you've got it all wrong. I'm not beautiful. My sisters are. Summer is. Marilyn's pretty. Cameron`s hot too I guess, but me? I'm not even pretty pretty. I mean, I'm 'I'm your best friend's sister' pretty, but not pretty pretty."

[chance joseph wilson]

Chance just smiled at the girl. It was cute how she seemed to talk to herself a bit. Why did she stop? Who knew. "Probably cause you already know a second language?" he suggested. She was already learning French, so why bother with another? Especially when it confused her like she said it did. Chance definitely wouldn't bother if it really was as complicated as that. In fact that was why he stopped. He was doing alright but it was just one extra thing to add to his list of things to do so he dropped it because he could.

Chance was about half way between a smile and a smirk when she looked around. Did she think this was some sort of joke? Did she think he might have been talking to someone else? She was the only one he was looking at and although he didn't know her that well, Chance was really looking forward to it. The longer he was around her, the more he wanted to get to know this girl. She was beautiful, smart, and she didn't simply swoon as the slightest compliment. Did she have doubts? Did she not think she was beautiful? Apparently that was it because she asked him about it a second later, looking all cute and confused and it just made him smile more.

"Yeah you," he told her like there was no one else he could possibly have been talking about, like it was the most obvious and truest thing he could say. Chance's eyes said that he was confused by what she was saying but the warm smile said that it was all okay.

"When you're in the room, you got the spotlight Hannah," he told her. "You say they're pretty but when you're around I barely even see those girl," he said, knowing it was bordering on cheesy but he was going to go ahead and say it anyway because she didn't seem to believe it and he figured he'd try more of that honesty and give her a reason to.

"This afternoon, at the arcade.. I don't know if you noticed, but I kept looking back at you, not Summer so I guess what I'm trying to say is.. That should give you some kinda clue that you're beautiful," he told her, wondering if she had even been aware of it. He had been much more reserved before but now that it was just him and her, he wasn't going to be. Chance worked better one on one anyway and Hannah seemed like a really nice girl.

"Would you wanna go out with me sometime?" he asked, deciding that he might as well throw it out there and see what happens. The arcade was fun but he wanted a date, he wanted just him, her and a movie or dinner or something. It didn't even matter where or when but if he was going to get to know this girl a little better, he needed to ask her out. That was just how it worked.

[ruby2]

Compliments sure wasn't something Hannah was used to. Just because she's never really quite gotten one. Maybe the occasional "you're hot," but did that really count as a compliment? Guys often use it to objectify you right? Saying your hot meant that you were just another person they can bang. Hot and beautiful were to entirely different kinds of compliment. Sure, all of her siblings were hot, including her, but beautiful or stunning or pretty or gorgeous or whatever wasn't something that described Hannah. But that's because she wasn't one. She was just another hot sex addict. She had that innocent look that guys fall for, and either the guy was gone first or she was first thing in the morning. No one every stayed long enough to tell her she's stunning. Or that she looked beautiful. No, all that's left was "thanks for lay" scribbled on a sticky note. Not that she minded all that much. She never had to worry about dressing up to impress someone or to get their attention. Her siblings could have worn a wooden barrel and they'd still look good in it. She'd be pointed and laughed at if she was caught dead in one. Hannah wasn't skinny like her sisters, didn't have the hour glass structure that they had, nor did she have their perfect hair and their amazing green eyes.

"Maybe." She smiled lightly at him, shrugging off the subject. She didn't really care why she stopped learning Spanish, nor did she really want to pick it up again. She'll learn it if she ends up in a situation where she needs to know Spanish later on. She stayed quiet while he shot compliments at her. Things like she was the only person he noticed when she was in the room and that she was beautiful. She didn't get it. Didn't understand what he saw in her. Was he talking to the right person? She wasn't sure if they saw the same person. When she looked at her reflection, all she saw was disgust, whore, plain Jane, pale, death like, bitch, weakling, ugly, pathetic, worn out. Her mother had always told her she was beautiful- even more so than her sisters. That Prince Charming would love her even if she was ugly. Reassured her that any guy would be lucky to be in her presence. And yet,ever single guy she knew overlooked her. When the look at her, they look through her, as if she was just..... air. Her mother explained to her that it was a good thing because if she was air, it didn't mean that she was invisible. It meant that people just misunderstand you. Didn't understand that they need air to survive, to breathe. That without her, they'd die.

"Would you wanna go out with me some time?" He asked her out of nowhere. Well, not really out of nowhere, but very...... suddenly? Go out? As in a gathering? Hannah did love gatherings and be trouble makers..... "Sure!" She told him happily, beaming. "And we can bring Summer and Jeff and Isaac and.......... I don't know. It'll be a big group and we'll cause havoc." She said, getting more and more excited. The arcade had been so much fun with Summer that she hadn't noticed any staring or whatever. All she noticed was how much fun she was having and that it felt good. Calming and weight lifting. It was like all her troubles melted away. Or well..... not really melt away. More like...... been picked off her shoulder and placed on the side for her to come back to later. No matter what, she had been happy. More than happy. So another outing with him and Summer and the others would be awesome.

[chance joseph wilson]

She seemed pretty quiet, like she was thinking but Chance didn't stop to ask what it was about. She was thinking about things was a definitely step up from the girls who would just stare dreamily at him and then squeal when he finally agreed to go out with them. It was alright, and they were beautiful girls.. On the outside but Chance was getting over that.

His last relationship ended because the girl cared too much about image and their reputation and all the stuff that Chance had spent his high school career thinking was important but it wasn't. It didn't mean that much to him anymore. He still loved sports and he still needed to do well and excel but that was different. That was a drive to succeed not one to appear to be successful.

Either way, Hannah was beautiful too and she didn't seem like one of those girls. She was smart, which was obvious not just by the fact that she often looked like she was lost in thought but also by the fact that she was here, trying to study and all he was doing was distracting her. Chance figured he could use a change like her so he asked her out.

When she seemed to get a little carried away and started listing people who could go with them, Chance's immediate reaction was to reach out and put his hand over hers as he spoke. "Whoa, slow down Hannah," he said with an amused smile. She clearly didn't get what he was asking which was new and different because every girl he had ever asked out had immediately gotten it and accepted.

With his hand still on hers he spoke again. "That's not what I meant. We can do that, get a bunch of people together.. But what I'm asking is for a date.. Just you and me," he told her, the smile still there, hoping she might accept the invitation.

[ruby2]

The whole time, Hannah was just thinking that Chance should meet her sisters. They were blonde, beautiful, bombshell babes, smart,funny, outgoing..... They were just like a wet dream come true. Every guy wants them, and they all try to use her to get to her sisters. One time, a guy told her she looked pretty and that he'd love to go on a date with her if that was okay with her. Hannah, being the naive invisible little girl, agreed to go on a date with him. On the day of her date, she was stressed like no tomorrow. Her sisters, being the girls that they were, did her picked her clothes, did her make up and everything. It was then that Hannah felt beautiful. Gorgeous, even. But nonetheless, her sisters still looked better in their skin tight jeans and tube/tank tops. Her date arrived early while she was picking out her shoes, panicking. When she was ready, she descended the stairs like all the pretty girls did in the movies, her hand on the rails, barely touching it, a small smile on her face. And then her date would look bewildered and say, "You look..... Amazing." and then kiss her cheek and hook her arm around his. Instead, she found the eldest of the triplets making out with the football star. Her heart had broken into a million pieces and she swore that she would never ever ever go on a date again. Never ever. She didn't ever want her heart to feel that way again. She felt like she couldn't breathe, like someone was strangling her, stuffing a pillow in her face. She hated that feeling. The feeling of knowing that her sister was better than her in every single possible way. The triplets always got what she's always wanted, but never could. She couldn't help but have a feeling of helplessness. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, she will always be second best.

The triplets were like the popular girls who had the whole school wrapped around their pretty little manicured fingers. They giggled, squealed, stared dreamily at hot guys, and got good grades. When it came to "Most likely to be's" her sisters qualifies as successful, beautiful, running the country, fashion model, legends, married to prince charming with a white picket fence and two and a half kids, perfect in every way. Scott was much like Chance. Popular, jock, good looking, jerk-ish, charming, sweet, caring, and just the all around guy that all the girls want to sleep with or be they're next fling of the week. Or day. But somehow, Chance was different than the normal popular jocks. Good different. Better. Hannah, too, wasn't all that different from him, striving to excel in sports and academics, wanting to be successful and not look like she was one. So she was definitely not like her sisters or the other girls that they hung around. She was plain....... dorky.... geeky.... a total freak. Just by definition not normal in any kind of way.

When Chance placed his hand on hers, a spark jolted through her. It was like the same one she kind of felt when Isaac hugged her. But Chance's spark was..... brighter, stronger. She was so confused. What did this all mean? What the hell is going on? Why was she feeling sparks and was it normal? "Whoa, slow down Hannah." He said, almost as if he read her mind, but that couldn't be. "A date...... like.... a dinner. With you... And me.... know more about each other....?" She asked. She knew what a date was, more than understood what a date meant. But the thought of going on a second date with a different guy felt weird..... wrong.... like she was suffocating again. He'd only leave her. He'd be disgusted with her. Or worst. He'd get attached. Or she might get attached. Oh no. No. She was not taking that risk again. She was not going to go on a date with him and then have him leave her for someone better, prettier, smarter.... "N-no. I-I can't. I'm sorry. I just....I can't." She responded although she wanted to go with him.