chapter 35

Best Day Of My Life - American Authors

This chapter is dedicated to TaylorSwiftToll for all of the votes. Thank you!!!

Long (ish) chapter ahead!

Four weeks after Xavier asked me out and I went and visited his parents, I felt perfect. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the final pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of my life. I felt at peace with everything.

At school, Stacy and her crew kept to their words, surprisingly, and have left me alone. Much to Stacy's dismay, I became the new captain which was a lot more difficult than what I originally assumed. I have to hand it to Stacy, she might have been a b*tch but at least she ran the cheerleading rehearsals semi—well.

The first few sessions, I struggled to get everybody to listen to me but after me demonstrating a few ideas on the routine, a lot of them seem to have more respect for me. They all listen to me now and a lot of them have come up to me and have complimented me on my dancing, especially after the dance battle.

Even one or two members of Stacy's posse approached me, in private, and told me they admired me for what I did.

Xavier and I have grown considerably closer. We have been more dates since he asked me out; I even spend time at his parent's house with him. Me and his mother, Julia have had several talks, where we've bonded. I have even had some fun moments with Xavier's dad, Stiles.

In fact, I have been spending time with all of the King's. Jake and Chloe are the best. They are such a sweet couple and are completely in love. I asked them, a week ago, how they met and let me tell you, it is one of the greatest love stories I know. Screw The Notebook, there's is one hundred times better.

Apparently, they met at high school. Well, kind of -- they met at a party. Chloe was forced to go to the party by her friends and she ended up also being forced to participate in a game in the pool. Not wanting to go, she backed away but somehow didn't see a certain boy, Jake and so they both ended up colliding with each other and fell into the pool. Now Chloe, being the crazy girl I know she is, went ballistic. She threw a massive fit, with hisses and snarls, and told Jake that his doucheness and enormous ego got in the way.

Jake said he found her amusing and decided he wanted to get to know her. So, like Xavier did, he followed her around school. I guess you could say that it runs in the King family.

After months of Jake falling her around, begging her to give him a chance, she eventually relented. Chloe said that hanging out together had gotten her to fall for Jake. Chloe said that after that, they were dating and yeah, they were completely entranced by each other. Jake followed Chloe to college and is saving up for an apartment for the both of them. He said he didn't want to rely on his parents to pay for it; that he wanted to be independent.

I'm in love with their story because it's more relatable than The Notebook. Chloe even told me how she had planned their engagement and wedding. Proving she's dedicated to him.

I hope me and Xavier end up like that. Everywhere we go in school, he's always holding my hand or has an arm around my waist. I sometimes get envious or jealous looks from the girls but most of them have accepted that fact that we are dating.

Gossip is going around about how I beat Stacy's record with Xavier, with me dating him for over four weeks. I had to roll my eyes at that, I mean, my dating life isn't that interesting. Yeah, we are dating, so what?

"What are you thinking about?" Xavier asks me, interrupting my thoughts. We are currently sat at our lunch table, with me and Xavier sat next to each other, his arm casually around my shoulder.

"Nothing," I answer, enjoying the warmth his arm brings.

"Oh, Chloe says she wants to go shopping with you on Saturday." He tells me and I squeal. That sounds like a great idea.

"Yes!" I fist bump in the air. "We can go shopping and talk about boys we fancy." I tease, smirking whilst he growls possessively.

"You will not be talking about any boys," Xavier demands, practically snarling. "I'm the only boy for you."

I roll my eyes at him, softly hitting him in the side. "I was only joking. Jeez, no need to get all Tarzan with me."

"Well if I'm Tarzan, your my Jane." He smiles.

Before I can respond to him, Ren gives us an 'aww'. Her brown eyes keep darting between us with a hidden smile. When I narrow my eyes at her, her smile only widens.

Ren has been happy about our relationship. She just loves to tease me every second about how Xavier and I are head over heels about each other; that we are going to have adorable grandbabies. It leads me to believe that she's been conversing with my mom.

"You guys." She giggles, clapping her hands. "You are relationship goals. Literally, you're making me jealous. Where can I find a Xavier?"

Xavier gives me a cocky smirk. I bet I know exactly what he's thinking about that. You see, at least somebody knows me. I'm one of a kind. Handsome, athletic and smart, all the girls want me. You are the luckiest girl.

I bet I'm absolutely right.

"Ren, please stop." I groan, running a hand down my cheek.

"Nah, it's fun." She grins. I give her a glare and huff.

"What's got Anna's eyes rolling so far back of her head that they are so close to disappearing?" Cora curiously asks as she plops down on the table, Jess following suit.

Since I won the competition, Jess had to keep up with her end of the deal. After sitting with us that lunchtime, she said she really enjoyed it and has continued to sit with us since then. We can officially say she's a member of our group.

"Oh, you know." Ren starts, smirking. "I was just stating facts."

I throw a chip at her. "I hate you."

"Aww, she loves me. How sweet." Ren cooes.

I kick her under the table, causing to curse and give me a mean glare.

"That wasn't nice." She complains and I shrug. "I don't care."

We chatted a bit longer until the bell went off. Like he usually does, Xavier dropped me off at my lesson and told me he would meet me outside to take me to my next lesson.

After school, Xavier drove me home. He also did that, claiming every time I said I wanted to walk home by myself, that he wanted to spend more time with me. My heart melted at that. It was one of the sweetest things he has said to me.

Sometimes, I feel like I have to pinch myself to make sure this is real and it isn't a figment of my imagination. It would totally suck if this was a dream.

"See you tomorrow Princess." He waved to me, watching me as I walk up the steps to my house. "And next time you come round, we'll watch Tarzan together." He yells from the car.

"No, we won't," I shout back to him, with my back turned to him.

"Yes, we will!" He replies and drives off once I get inside. Dammit Xavier, you always have to get the last word in.

Dropping my bag to the floor, I let out a tired sigh. This week is dragging on, thank god its Friday tomorrow. I need the weekend to help me catch up on my sleep. I love to sleep, a lot. I hate it when people disrupt it. If they do, they have to face a groggy, animalistic five—foot—two girl.

"Sweetie, your home! I made cupcakes for you!" Mom sweetly says from the kitchen. Wait...she made cupcakes? Oh no. No, no, no!

Mom never makes cupcakes right. She always tries to add a new flavor to it, arguing that she's being unique and is attempting to make a new kind of cupcake that everyone will love. Last time she tried it, she made some with mushrooms in it. It was disgusting.

I had to try not to puke in front of her. Dad was the same as well, except as soon as mom left the room, he spit it out. Literally. All over the kitchen counter.

"I'm okay mom. I have some homework to do." I call back, sneaking up the stairs.

"Oh no, you don't." I freeze midway up the stairs at mom's low voice from the bottom of the stairs and very slowly turn around. Mom has her apron on, with her arms resting on her hips. She's giving me a 'don't—even—think—about—running—away—missy ' look. "You are going to be my guinea pig. Try the cupcakes and rate it out of ten."

Reluctantly, I walk down the stairs and past mom. She follows me, making sure I don't run away.

Stopping at the fresh batch of cupcakes that look edible, I give mom a pleading look. She ignores it and gestures for me to eat it.

Sighing, I bring it to my mouth. Chewing on it, I moan at how soft the texture is. I'm bewildered at how good this tastes.

And then after a few chews, I taste it. I taste cinnamon. A lot of cinnamon. It burns my mouth; I have to try very hard not to choke on her cupcakes. I so don't want to face her wrath. Swallowing, I give her a small smile whilst my mouth burns. How much did she put in?

"Ten mom, ten." I weakly say, hoping she doesn't notice it. Clearly, she doesn't because she beams and wonders off.

I spit it out and dash to the sink to get some water. I gulp down the water, my mouth feeling better.

"I'm doing homework now," I yell at her, stomping up the stairs. Her reply is turning on the record player and playing Ain't No Mountian High Enough by Marvin Gaye. She must be feeling in a good mood.

I collapse onto my bed, exhausted. School work is getting a lot harder, the homework is making my head hurt.

Homework, I should probably do that now before I fall asleep and completely forget about it. It happened once and I never want to go through that again.

Dragging my feet along with me, I get to my desk and sit down. Noticing a brown envelope, I frown in confusion. I have mail? I don't remember ordering anything or having a pen pal.

Annabella Stone

Well, it's definitely for me.

I open it, letting a piece of paper and a photo drop onto my desk.

My eyes widen as I look at the photo on my desk, a gasp escaping my parted lips.

There's no way that can be right. There just isn't.

My eyes trail over to the note and shakily, I pick it up.

Remember me?

Those two words caused my heart to drop to my stomach. My breaths began to get staggered as my mind conjured up memories. Memories that I'd rather forget, nightmares in fact.

How could I not remember him? He has always been on my mind, in my memories and my dreams. Always haunting me.

How could I not forget my older brother: Christopher Stone?

Word count: 2046

*sings* cliffhanger!!

Mwhahahaha, I feel so evil for leaving it like that. Remember in the blurb where I said she was hiding something? Well, there it is. If any of you thought I forgot about it, then let me tell you now, I planned for this to happen. I just had to get Annabella's and Xavier's characters to like each other.

Hehe.

Anyways, how did you find it? Did you like their moment together? What do you think Chris did?

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Next update: 22nd February