Hi guys, this is my second story on here. It is quite long and will go over quite a few chapters. Not for people looking for just sex, though there will be sex in this story a bit later, it won't come until later chapters. It is a slow, romantic story with a bit of drama, hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback and rate it :)
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Ivy Wright sat on the train, staring out the window, blank faced as the houses rushed by in a blur of red tiled roofs and white picket fences. It was Friday morning, and the cold cup of crappy coffee in her hand was not strong enough for her 7.00am waking. She had a big history paper due that day on 'Trends of the 1970's' so she had stayed up until 2.00am trying, obsessively to get it perfect. She could barely look at the paper any more without feeling the urge to throw up.
Despite her good grades, hard work and brilliant smile however, Ivy was not the happiest. She wasn't exactly a sad person either. Though sometimes she thought her name was that kind of a name. Ivy. Definitely gothic and depressed, she wasn't particularly fond of the name. Anyway, Ivy was not as happy as she should have been. She had good grades, two loving parental figures, two amazing best friends and well overall, just a pretty good life. She sometimes wondered why she wasn't the happiest girl in the world.
Her parents had died in car crash 11 years ago when she was just 7. However she knew that this was not the cause of her occasional blues. She wondered if it was because she wanted something more out of life. She had a good life, hell, probably even a great life, but what she really wanted was an exceptional life and someone to share it with her and only her. Sure she had her grandparents, and they were great, but let's face it; they were elderly, seemingly incapable of having blinding amounts of fun and disliked anything that involved dancing, drinking or not playing bingo and 5.00 every Friday night.
Ivy of course also had her best friends, Kurt and Lindsay. Lindsay was a bubbly blonde girl, who bounced around almost as much as her curly locks of hair, and never failed to make Ivy laugh. She knew have a good time and she was as irresponsible and crazy as an 18 year old girl could get. Kurt was almost the opposite; he was quiet, shy and down to earth. He still knew how to have a good time but was not the centre of attention like Lindsay.
Ivy loved those two, and they would have been the ones she shared her whole life with except for one small detail. Kurt and Lindsay were crushing on each other. Sometimes Ivy felt like the biggest third wheel. The worst part was that they were both completely unaware of the other's feelings. Everyone looking on could see it as obvious as words written on page, but those two? They had no idea.
Ivy had had a boyfriend before. She had liked those times, hell; she had lost her virginity to one of them. A big deal for a good little Christian girl like herself. She had thought she loved that guy. Oliver. That was the guy she thought she loved, the guy she shared everything with, the guy she lost her virginity to. During their relationship Ivy had felt whole, unlike with some of her other boyfriends, she had very much liked Oliver. But the break up was bitter and cruel and it had taken her half a year almost to get over. That was two years ago now, back, when she was 16 and somewhat more irresponsible.
She wondered if that was what she wanted in life. A boy. No, a man. Suddenly she was jerked out of her thoughts as the train came to a stop. She looked around. 6th street. This was her stop; she grabbed her school bag and jogged up to the front of the train in her short skirt black skirt and white school blouse. She looked enviously at the chilled out public school kids, no uniform, and no worries. Ivy jumped off the train and wove her way through the crowd and away from the station. She had to wear long white socks that reached about half way up her calves and had a black band at the top. She had a black mini skirt, as short as she could get away with. Just because she was a good little Christian, didn't mean she wouldn't be a tease. She had also had to wear a white school blouse which had a red and black school logo on the left breast. She unbuttoned her blouse to show some cleavage, not a lot, just enough to make her feel appealing.
She walked along the busy 6th street as she pondered all of this. She realised her small, black, half empty school bag was still half unzipped from the train ride and her laptop and textbooks were poking out. She reached behind her and zipped it up. As she glanced back she realised that she had walked right past the Church which stood on the corner of 6th street and Eastwood Avenue. She had been so lost in thought she had completely missed the turn off to her school which was two blocks down Eastwood Avenue.
"Shit!" She cursed then spun around and hurried back.
Due to her slight miss-adventure, Ivy arrived at Eastwood Private School, 10 minutes late and was rewarded with a tardy from her grumpy old Biology teacher, Mr. Neilson. Ivy was so distracted with the same extensive train of thought, which had already caused her to miss Eastwood Avenue, that the first 3 lessons flew by and before no time it was lunch.
Ivy could not have been more relieved class was out; she dropped all her books back at her locker and hurried to the cafeteria to find Kurt and Lindsay. When she got there, all she could see was the back of Lindsay's head which was resting up against some jock's side and Kurt who was prodding the suspicious looking green-y goo on his tray with a fork while trying his best to ignore Lindsay cuddling with some douche.
Kurt looked up and saw Ivy, his face light up slightly, obviously glad for a distraction. Lindsay must have seen his face and looked over her shoulder.
Lindsay waved "Hi Ivy! Come sit with us, stop lurking over there." Lindsay was bubbly as ever. Ivy quickly sat down next to Kurt and finally got a look at Lindsay's 'play thing.'
It was Zach Trenton, one of the cute jocks from the football team. He looked Ivy up and down appreciatively as she sat down and both girls noticed. Lindsay just rolled her eyes and ignored it, so did Ivy. He would be gone before the day was out, never to be seen again. Kurt's brown curly locks had not risen since Ivy sat down. He was jealous, that was for sure. Ivy smiled to herself a little. As much as she hated being a third wheel, those two would be the cutest together. Her inner teenage girl was talking. Lindsay and Zach were murmuring to each other, something dirty and inappropriate Ivy assumed, not something she cared about.
"Kurt?" Ivy asked.
He looked up, a questioning look on his face, eyebrow raised. He was a man of few words.
"You ok? You are bit quiet today." Ivy said.
"Yeah, just..." his gaze travelled toward Zach. "Just distracted, it's nothing." He said absently.
"Ok, how'd your basketball game go last night?" Ivy asked, regretting it almost immediately.
Basketball was the one thing Kurt would talk about for hours.
His eyes brightened and he lifted his head "Great! The team's getting so good. Jackson got three dunks. Can you believe that? Jackson getting THREE dunks?!" He chuckled to himself. "We smashed Northfield Grammar. Let's just say that, no need for a score." He said proudly.
He should be proud too, Ivy thought, he was the captain of the schools best basketball team.
"Well, I mean, there is no need for a score unless you want to hear it? Do you want to hear it? Who am I kidding? Of course you want to hear it. We smashed them 34 – 12."
Ivy laughed, "Humiliated."
"They so were, you could just tell they wanted to bawl their eyes out like babies" He mimicked crying actions and laughed.
Suddenly Zach got up and left, making somewhat a show of kissing Lindsay full of the mouth before walking off to join his group of hollering buddies at another table.
Lindsay smiled graciously at Ivy and Kurt.
