The Next Generation: Scarlet - Jaden Bieber (most popular ebook readers TXT) 📗

she saw us.
"Mrs. Kayne, this is Scarlet Holmes. She's new and curious." Dakota said. I frowned at him.
"Hi." I said.
"Hello. You look a lot like an old student of mine."
"Really? Was her name Maylin?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes! Is there a relation?"
"I'm her daughter." I smiled.
"Oh. Your mother was very musically talented. Where is she these days?" That question surprised me.
"I-I uhm... killed her at birth." My voice cracked. Her eyes widened. I swear I saw Dakota flinch.
"O-oh, honey..." She gasped.
"N-No, it's ok. I'm over it." I said with my fake attitude. Like I said, great actress.
"I'm so sorry." She said. I had to actually pinch myself to stop tears from coming out.
"Thank you... I think. It's ok, though." I smiled. "I'd love to hear stories about my mother."
"Anytime, hon." I smiled.
Dakota and I walked out the door.
"Now where-"
"Are you okay?" He cut me off. My eyes widened, but I smiled.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I laughed out.
"Well, you said you 'killed' your mother. That's not okay."
"Well, what would you call it?"
"I'd say, 'She died giving birth to me'. Not, 'I killed her.'"
"Well, that's how I think of it. Want to file a complaint about it?!"
"Yes, I think it's harsh. It's not like it's your fault."
"Mhm." I tried to shoo him off. "What next?" He looked into my eyes.
"Today," He said, "You're spending the whole day with me. So don't get involved with anyone else, got it?" I just nodded mutely.
"We wasted the morning away, so I'm going to show you the lunch room." He said.
"Are... you going to sit with me?" I asked since he pretty much just told me not to be with anyone else.
"Sure." He smirked. I blushed. The way he looked at me... I had to admit, he was good looking. He was built. His eyes were hypnotizing...
"W-What? Why are you smirking?" He came closer. Closer and closer, then, he wrapped his arms around me. I blushed and tensed up.
"Relax," He whispered softly.
"What are you doing?" I was as red as a tomato. This stupid human!
"Hugging you?"
"W-Why?"
"You were about to cry." he whispered, his grip on me tightened.
"D-Dakota..." I breathed out, then hugged him back. "Why so suddenly?" I asked. He pulled away.
"Geez, why do you have to ask questions? I was trying to be nice, but you just had to ruin it, didn't you?" I was confused, it wasn't even funny.
"Wh- JUST SHOW ME TO LUNCH!" He chuckled and did so. I fallowed him to the cafeteria.
"The lunch here isn't that good." He admitted.
"I'm hungry. I can care less." I said. Waiting in line behind Dakota, something poked my side. I looked to a girl who had blood-red hair and deep brown eyes. She looked at me, innocently.
"Are you new?" She asked.
"Yeah. I'm Scarlet. Nice you meet you!" I smiled. She smiled back.
"I'm Bryce." She looked behind her. "Hey, Ronny, there is a new girl." He blond boy with a matching tan looked at me with dark brown eyes. He looked me up and down, making me feel self-conscious.
"Name?" He asked.
"Scarlet."
"Where have you been all my life?" He asked.
"Japan." I answered quickly. An arm wrapped around my waist. Dakota pulled me close to him.
"He's a huge flirt," He whispered in my ear.
"F-Flirt?"
"Aw, Dakota, is she yours already?" Bryce asked.
"No." He said, coldly. Ronny smirked and pulled me to him.
"Then you wouldn't mind... If I stole her, would you?" He asked. I felt like an object. Dakota didn't really look like he minded.
"Not really," He said, coldly, "I'm just her tour guide."
"Hey, Scarlet, you want to sit with us at the lunch table?" Bryce asked.
"I'm sorry, but I already planned sitting next to Dakota. Maye another time." I smiled, scooting back to Dakota and away from Ronny.
"'Kay!" Bryce said.
We got our lunched. Mine was mac&cheese with chicken nuggets. It was really good, too. Dakota and I sat together alone at one table.
"So, Dakota, what's your last name?" I asked.
"Fanning."
"F-Fanning?" I asked. "Is that supposed to be funny?"
"Yes."
"Seriously, what is it?"
"Patterson." He said. I bit into a chicken nugget.
"These are really good. I don't know what you're talking about, man." I said.
"Why didn't you sit with them?" I swallowed and shrugged.
"I said I'd sit with you, for one. Two, I don't know what a flirt is, so I didn't know if he was safe. I don't have flirts where I'm from." I said.
"Japanese people don't flirt?"
"Please explain to me, what it is."
"I can't. It's hard to. But it's when a boy or girl tries to get you to like them." He looked up. "I guess Ronny is more of a... seductive... person."
"Seductive?" I asked, eating some mac&cheese. "What's that?"
"I can't exactly.. tell you. I'd have to show you."
"Then show me." I blinked.
"Later. When no one's around." He ate some of his mac&cheese.
"Promise?" His eyes gazed into mine. He nodded. I smiled. "Kay!"

Chapter 4

"Next," He said when lunch was over, "is your classes." He looked at my schedule. "Wow. We have almost all of the same classes. Except math."
"Really? I'll just have to stalk you tomorrow to know where I'm going."
"I wouldn't mind showing you tomorrow, Scarlet."
"Oh, you've made it pretty clear you did." I said, walking away from him. We were outside now. It was study hall and we were planning what we were going to do when we go back inside.
His arms were around my waist in seconds. "I lied?" He whispered in my ear.
"You're one hell of a liar." I said, sarcastically. He chuckled and let go of me.
"What the hell?" I finally said. "What's with this!? You seemed to hate me, now you don't seem to care. You're so confusing!"
"I didn't think you'd be entertaining to be around." A blond girl with wicked curves came up to Dakota.
"Hey, you never called me last night." She said.
"Why would I want to call you?"
"You said you would."
"When?"
"Yesterday. I gave you a napkin with my number on it and said 'call me'. You said 'mhm'." She explained. "Technically, that's a yes."
"I don't like you like that, Fiona." Dakota sighed out. She looked hurt. She hugged him, rubbing her breast against his chest.
"But I like you." She said in a husky voice. I scratched the back of my head. This was awkward...
"I-I'll meet you inside, Dakota." I said, and dashed to the doors... Where Ronny found me.
"Oh, Scarlet." He sang. My eyes widened.
"Oh, hey, Ronny."
"Did that little punk ditch you?" He asked. Little? I thought him and Dakota were the same height...
"N-No. Some chick Fiona who likes him came up to his and it got a little awkward. I didn't want to watch her do what she was doing." I explained.
"What was she doing? Better yet, show me." He smirked. I frowned.
"No way, perv." My father may have not taught me the word "flirt", but he did teach his daughter damn well about perverts.
"I guess that answers my question." He laughed out.
"Sorry 'bout that. She's obsessive." Dakota said, walking to us.
"Weird." I scrunched up my face.
"Bye, love." Ronny said, leaning down and kissing my cheek before walking away. I blushed and my eyes widened.
I held my cheek and looked at Dakota. We were wondering the same thing; What the hell did he do that for?
I whipped my cheek of with my arm and giggled.
"Want me to show you now?" Dakota grinned.
"Sure." I smiled. He came closer... One arm wrapped around my waist, the other on my back. I chickened out and pulled away.
"W-What?"I asked. He laughed.
"I was showing you."
I leaned against the wall. We were alone in a hallway. Everyone was outside. He came closer again. His face close to mine. He'd look to my eyes, then to my lips a few times. His hands found my wrist as he slowly picked them up and pinned them over my head. My eyes never left his. He kept my wrist above my head and with his free hand, he wrapped it around my waist. I blushed. His lips were so close to mine.
"What do you want?" He whispered. His breath hot on my lips.
"I-I don't know..." I looked away.
"Look at me." He breathed out. I did as he said. I wanted him to kiss me. Right now.
His bottom lip touched mine. My eyes closed. Then I heard laughing. I opened my eyes to see it was Dakota laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"I just showed you. Being seductive, I mean." He said.
"So, you made me want you to kiss me?" I asked.
"You want to kiss me?" He said in a husky voice.
"Did." I said. "I changed my mind when you started laughing." I licked my lips. He watched me do it closely.
"Maybe you should try." He grinned.
"I should?"
"Da."
"D-Da?"
"It means 'yes' in Russian." He said.
"You're Russian?"
"Da."
"Then slow down." I smiled. "Just say 'yes'. Slowly." He chuckled.
"It's a country. And a language. Like we're talking English right now."
"Really?! Can you teach me some?" I asked.
"Sure. What do you want to know?"
"How about... 'hi'?" I asked.
"Privet."
"Privet." I repeated. He grinned.
"What else?"
"No? Since I know 'yes' now?"
"Nyet."
"Nyet." I repeated again. He laughed.
"Now say, 'Potseluĭ menya'."
"Potseluĭ menya? What does that mean?"
"It means 'kiss me'."
I mouthed, "Oh," while nodding.
He was still dangerously close. His lips temptingly close to mine. Is it bad I want a hot boy to kiss me? It seems he's a player, so it'd be nothing serious. But it'd be my first kiss.
"Potseluĭ menya." I breathed out. He grinned before leaning in a litte.
"Are you sure?" He asked, hot breath on my lips.
"Da." He smirked and pulled away a bit to look into my eyes.
"I hope you know, how hot it is, when you speak Russian." He frowned.
"Why are you frowning? Is that bad? Should I stop."
"Please." I giggled. The bell rang. That meant people would crowd.
"What next, tour guide?" Disappointment showed all over his face. Why? I don't know.
"Nothing I can't show you tomorrow. Let's go back outside. Since all the teachers know we won't be in our classes today, they won't mind."
"'Kay!" I said. He took my hands and we mazed through the crowd of people.
We sat side-by-side on the school wall. I looked at the clouds and showed him what shapes I saw in them.
"Look, that one looks like a dragon!" I said. I missed my dad.
"That one looks like a naked lady." He said. I glared at him.
"It does not!"
"It does in my eyes."
"That one looks like a wolf." I said, pointing to it.
"Wolves, huh? Interesting creatures."
"Tell me about them." I said, looking into his eyes.
"You don't know about wolves?"
"Only werewolves." I said. "Are they the same?"
"I guess, 'sept one turns into a human."
"True." I smiled. "Hey, can you teach me more Russian?" He laughed.
"Why?"
"I never want to be slow again."
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"Scarlet." I said.
"Alyĭ." He said.
"What about 'Dakota'?"
"It's the same." He chuckled.
"Oh, right, you're Russian." I remembered.
"Teach me some Japanese." He smirked.
"W-Well, what do you want to know?" I did a spell in my head that made