¤Suburban [♥] Rebel¤

[Livia♥Jared]

by Livia



She's a Rebel...
And she's holding on my ♥heart♥ like a hand ¤grenade¤



Her parents had enough of her attitude, and they decide to send their "princess" away, in an other country, until she learns what it's really like to live.

Now into a private all-girl school, she thinks her life is completely over... but maybe she's about to make some friends... the type of friends that last a lifetime... And maybe she'll discover what real love is all about.

Because if you look closely, you may find exactly what you're searching for.

+Thanks Julie for the graphics, ily!<33
+Just a story for myself.
+if you R&R, ily! <33
+Livia<33
[2009]

[Livia♥Jared]

The verdict was going to fall, but I never thought it would hurt that much, this time : like a bomb dropped on my life, exploding right in the middle and shattering into millions of pieces the sort-of happiness I was used to live with. An infinite amount of sharp pieces of glass flying in all directions, but all ending into the same spots : my body, my heart, my soul. That's what the end of my world looked like. That was exactly what I expected never to happen.

"What?"

Out of everything I could have said, it was the only word that made its way from my brain to my mouth, escaping my lips with a fear no one was used to coming from me. An unknown feeling tried to concretize itself into more than just a weird sensation, something that made me want to rush to the bathroom to let my whole dinner out. Like I used to do when I was a kid, I pinched myself subtily but hard enough to grimace, making sure I was completely awake. This was not a dream, this was my worse nightmare coming to life, and I couldn't escape it. They say you can take control of your dreams, if you're aware you're in one, but it is much harder to get the courage to take control of your life. So little control I had on mine, or at least would have, from now on.

It could be the final result to all the mistakes I had the guts to make, the many parts of my life I was not particularly proud of now, but that I found extremely amusing when it occurred. The kind of things I'll laugh at when I'll be much older, and that I could tell to my grandchildren with a warning we hear often : do not try this at home, kids. It would be stuff I'd tell as a confidence to my lifelong lover, when the lights would be off, and when we'd lay closely together.

Unfortunately, for my parents, those were big irreparable mistakes. What I had done for the past year was something they couldn't control, and everyone knows what a parent can't control, a parent can't understand. Even worse : what a parent can't understand is something scarier than world war.

If I want to be honest with myself, I can't blame them. They're right on many levels. I'm living my life without being aware of the rest of the world, kind of like a very young kid who thinks the sun shines everyday for his little yet important person, but that's how I liked it. I leave the consequences to others, because to me, no matter what kind of wrong it brings, at some point, it was a right, which means it was worth trying.

Perhaps it was the fact that I had failed most of my classes for partying too hard, or maybe it was simply the guy they found naked on top of me some weeks ago. Either way, it was bad, because for my parents, I would always be this little girl they've always known ; their child. Of course, I need to be responsible like an adult, and act like it, but the rights of being older didn't come along with the responsibilities. It was not in the same package, and I had inherited of the boring and frustrating one.

My mother looked discouraged, on the verge of tears, and my father seemed angry, or maybe that was his usual facial expression, I didn't know, I couldn't remember. When was the last time I really looked at my father again?

"This is not negotiable." He informed, handing me some sort of leaflet.

I grimaced again, but this time it was out of disgust. A large school, built like a castle, was represented on the front, and inside, a bunch of girls in uniforms were smiling like they were having the time of the day. A uniform? It was a joke. I had to be. A very very bad joke. I was being sent into a private school. Now it was clear, it was all about the grades.

"Are you kidding me?"

They didn't reply, giving me plenty of time to assimilate the rest of the information as I kept scanning the paper in my hands : girls laughing in the courtyard, girls studying in the library, girls eating in the cafeteria... And it hit me : it was an all-girls school. Okay, perhaps the naked guy on top of me didn't help either.

"I refuse." I simply enlighted, putting the sheet slowly but surely on the table.

"Like I said, you have no say into this decision." my father repeated. "However, we're nice enough to tell you in advance, so you can say goodbye to your friends."

He put emphasis on the last word like he couldn't believe anyone would actually give me this label, or maybe he didn't consider my friends worth any kind of relationship. Either way, it would have pissed me off in any other circonstances, but at that moment, I had other things to think about.

I tried to twist things in my mind, I tried to find a way to escape, but it seemed impossible. I'm normally quite good at getting what I want, but this time, it seemed useless to even think about it. I could read it through their eyes. They had probably talked over and over together about my case, and obviously, this decision had not been taken within minutes. It took them weeks of preparation. I even bet my room was already setted in this gigantic straight school.

I decided I wanted to keep the tiny bit of dignity I had left and got up solemnly, heading to my room. I could hear the beating of my heart in my ears as an heavy silence fell upon us. When I put my hand on the doorknob, I heard my father's voice for the very last time on that day, making me stop dead in my tracks.

"Pack everything you need. Your plane is leaving tomorrow."

I didn't answer, I didn't even send him a glance. I just opened my door and got inside, closing it carefully behind me. I was not going to show them they won. They couldn't know they had destroyed my life, it would make them way too happy, and that, I couldn't handle.

I packed everything I could fit into the suitcases I had and looked around my room, trying to remember the scent and the colors... trying to engrave the memories it brought up to me deep inside my head.

It was a new start, and even If I didn't want to leave, I had to. I had to make the best of it. What I thought was best, not what my parents wanted. I would build over my life somewhere else, and It would be good. At least, that's what I tried to make myself believe.

This is the story of a suburban rebel.

+thanks Julie!<33

+Livia<33
[2009]

[Livia♥Jared]

In all honesty, I was quite happy my parents were not aware of everything I did. It could have been worse : I could have been sent into a military camp or something scary like that, and I couldn't say I wouldn't deserve it. Then again, shouldn't we live our life plenty? After all, they say we only have one, right?

My room was clearly beautiful, and reminded me of my own room, back in my small suburia. I decided to unpack and stay in my room until the next morning. I was not sure I was completely over the fact that my parents clearly got rid of me the easy way, and I was not sure of what I should feel. A part of me was extremely mad that they took this decision for me and without my conscent, since I believed I was old enough to be the judge of my own life, but this other part of me was missing them already. I started sticking pictures on the walls, meeting from time to time the smiles of many of my friends, along with mine.

I had no idea how I would live without them, and I was not sure I'd be able to make some, especially in a school like this one, but although it was scaring me to the extreme, I wanted to prove something to my parents, yet I was not sure what exactly.

I got closer to a certain picture on the wall and stared at the blond guy smiling, his arms around my shoulders. He was the closest to a boyfriend I ever had, but somehow, I couldn't get myself to fall in love with him. Perhaps it was a good thing, because I didn't trust him by himself for so long. The reason why I was attracted to players was unknown to myself, and it was beyond my control. The good boys bored me, while the bad ones made every moment in life feel intense and vivid. I liked to live my life at full speed, and I needed someone who could follow.

This guy though, Nick, was the one who dragged me with him. He was more than my parents could endure, and I couldn't blame them. Even I, sometimes, felt a little dizzy following him around. It was like every nasty and mean things possible in this world went through his head, and he had to try every single one of them, and it was most likely the reason why I lusted him so much.

A soft knock at my door came through my ears and mechanically, I moved my head around and bit my bottom lip : I didn't really feel social at that exact moment, and my last wish was to meet with someone. I only started classes the next day, and hoped to remain in my room the whole evening. Reluctanly, I walked to the door and opened it, meeting eyes with a pretty girl. She sent me a shy smile, not really sure how to put up with my annoyed glance.

"Hey, I'm Jessie."

I moved my head on the side, inciting her to continue.

"It's just to tell you I can bring you around school tonight, for a visit."

"I'm not in the mood." I just replied, trying to keep a neutral expression.

She didn't do anything to me, and I didn't want to be rude, but the thought of visiting school was not the thought of a well-spent evening. I expected her reaction to be negative, but instead, she half-smiled.

"That's what I thought." She laughed. "I had to knock and ask, though."

I half-smiled and crossed my arms.

"Was that a mission or something?"

"Not really, I just follow the principal's words, so I don't get in too much trouble."

This time, I grinned. It seemed like I had found someone I could get along with, and suddenly, I didn't really feel like staying alone. I got out of my room quickly and closed the door behind me, still looking at the girl in front of me who sent me a smile.

"I can understand if you don't want to visit, I believe no one who studies or ever studied in this school was happy to be sent here."

"Is it some kind of prison for rebel teens?" I joked, making the girl next to me let out a laugh.

"Unformally, I'd say it is. But before anything, it's a private school. It's made to make us miss the way our parents treat us, and the boys we could love."

This time, I laughed. There was so much truth in Jessie's words I knew she felt exactly the way I did.

"So I take it you have a boyfriend back at home?" I wondered as we walked down the stairs.

"Yea, Jackson." a happy smile lighted her face suddenly. "I guess he scared my parents for I don't know what reason."

I remained silent, not wanting to disturb her thoughts about the boy who had stolen her heart. I wanted to say i felt the same thing for Nick, but it would be a lie. Of course, I missed him, but I was not sure it was out of love. In fact, I was almost sure it was not. Call me pathetic, I always thought love was an incredible feeling, something that makes your heart skip many beats in a row, and that never happened to me, unfortunately. I probably only missed him at that moment because he is a part of the life I have lost, the life I wish I'd get back.

It's amazing how one single event can make you feel so lost, and make you understand everything you used to have, and how happy you used to be. At this exact moment, walking in the halls with Jessie, I realized I had lost a lot, and that I didn't have a choice anymore. I was the maker of my own happiness, and I had to work on it to make it beautiful.

I bit my bottom lip, jealous of the love my new friend was feeling, hoping someday I'd feel it too.

We stopped in front of a dark brown wood door and sat on the bench of the same color placed right next to it. Jessie looked at me and seemed to notice something. I frowned and she smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"Short skirt." she simply pointed.

"Yea, I know."

"There's no boys here, you know it, right?"

I laughed lightly and nodded, looking down at the black and pink skirt I was wearing. I loved it because whenever I had it on, my father would yell, and getting a reaction from him was what I was searchng for every single day. Somehow, it made me feel powerful, but now that I was thinking about it, I was not sure it really made sense.

"It's just for the principle. This way, everyone here will know what kind of person I am." I raised my shoulders, grinning.

"A rebel?" she guessed.

"A rebel with style!" I corrected, letting out a laugh.

Just then, the door opened and I frowned, staring at the profile of a thin boy. His brown hair was a mess on the top of his head, his skin was pale, and in his right hand, he held a skateboard. I tilted my head on the side, trying to get a better look and he suddenly turned around, diving his gaze in mine. His dark blue eyes were deep and his lips curled into half a smile when he noticed I was looking at him. Despite myself, I smiled to him and his cheeks turned a soft shade of red before he walked in front of us and continued his way to the front door. My eyes followed each of his footsteps and my heartbeats accelerated when he looked behind his shoulder. I surprised myself to hope he was taking one last glance at me and he disappeared in the night. I bit my bottom lip and moved my body to get a better view, but unfortunately, he was now out of sight.

"Earth to Livia!"

I jumped and looked at Jessie who was sending me a mischievous grin, containing herself not to burst into laughter.

"What?" I frowned, trying to put my thoughts back into place in my mind. "I thought you said there was no boy here?"

"That's just Kyle." Jessie explained, moving her hand in his direction. "He's the principal's son. He goes to the all-boys school two streets away."

"Two streets away?" I repeated, my eyes now wide open. "And none of your girls have had stories with one of those guys?"

"Some have, I believe." she shrugged. "But it's forbidden."

"No way." I whispered in a sarcastic tone.

"Kyle is extremely shy, he's never spoken to girl here that I know of."

"Why do you tell me that? I don't care." I blatantly lied.

I knew Jessie didn't believe a word but she decided to remain speechless, and deep inside, I was very grateful for that.

"So, it's time for a rest, isn't it?" she proposed as I only nodded, lost in my thoughts.

I didn't know If I was going to be able to sleep.

+thanks Julie & Jessie!<33
+im sooo sorry. i know it sucks. not as good as chapter 1.
+Livia<33
[2009]