Ok. I ended that last chapter a little cheesily. I don't think cheesily is a word, but I'm going with it. Also, if you want to improve your life, buy BBQ flavored goldfish crackers.

If you guys don't remember Brent, he's the guy Chloe had a "crush" on at the beginning of The Summoning. I know he's not like how he was in the book, but hey. He wasn't a big character. It's not that big of a deal.

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Chapter Two: Storms Suck

Teenage girls screamed their heads off in horror as the room went completely dark. I only jumped at the sudden sound. I could only imagine Danny rolling his eyes and face-palming at the high pitched screams that sounded like something out of a horror movie with actors that were more horrifyingly bad than the movie itself.

"Please, calm down, would you?"

The principal's voice was loud and clear, which meant we had finally gotten wireless microphones. If only Danny had one in his room. His voice was rather quiet, and sometimes I struggled to hear him from the corner of the large room. Wait, how did I get to thinking about Danny? I needed to focus on the principal and hope he would send us back to homerooms. I hated the hot, stuffy gym.

"Quiet down! Please, students, quiet down! My goodness, it's only a thunderstorm!"

Simon muttered, "I'm gonna start screaming as soon as it gets quiet just to annoy him."

"Because that's a mature thing for a 17 year old to do, right?" Derek questioned.

"I was joking, bro. Chill."

Derek sighed. By then, most of the noise had gone down. After a couple of minutes, the principal spoke up.

"You all are soon to be, if not already, adults. I expect more out of you. You shouldn't have started screaming in the the first place, let alone kept the volume up for so long. It's time for you guys to grow up and act your age."

There was a pause of silence before we all heard a male student yell ,"You go, Glen Coco," and several students erupted in laughter. Being as obsessed with movies as I am, I recognized the line, but didn't laugh along.

"STOP," Yelled Mr. Huff. The laughter died immediately. He was easily able to scare students with his voice, and most kids didn't want to make him too angry.

"Alright, students. Let's grow up now. We're big kids now. We shouldn't have to be told twice.

"Anyway, as you all can clearly tell, we've lost power. Since you've proven you can't handle yourself with all of your friends in the gym, we will be dismissing for homerooms once all teachers and staff have finished lighting candles and placing flashlights around so you can see in the hallways that have no windows.

"Please, behave yourselves when we return to the gym. The storm will have cleared out by the end of the school day, so we will most likely still be having the game. Hopefully, the power will return soon. "

Once it seemed Mr. Huff was done talking, the students started to talk again, only not as loud. My gaze dropped to Danny, who was leaving the room, conversing with Mrs. Lowe. She was an older lady in her late fifties. Danny gave a quick glance behind his shoulder, and I felt my face heat up, frightened at the thought of being caught staring.

When I glanced back at him, he was holding the gym door open for Mrs. Lowe, but his eyes were directed in my direction, an odd look on his face. I turned to Simon, only to find him staring back at Danny. Shortly after, Danny had left the room.

I wanted to ask him if he knew why we didn't just stay in the gym but then I realized that he'd been a teacher here for a shorter time than I had been a student here. Danny probably didn't know why.

"Hey, Chloe, do know a Rae Rodgers?" Simon asked me suddenly.

"She g-g-goes h-here. But I d-don't h-h-have classes with her," I replied. She was rude and obnoxious. She was one of the better known students at Buffalo High because she always threw parties that were, according to other students, some of the best parties in New York.

She made fun of me a lot, but I wasn't the only person she ridiculed. She tried to offend anyone who she didn't like. She found the most pathetic reasons to dislike anybody-their haircut, their weight, their sex life (or lack of one, for people like me), their height, their abilities, how smart they were, their appearance, their interests... The list went on forever.

If Simon, Derek, and Simon's sister all came from another Buffalo located school, they'd at least heard of Rae. I wasn't surprised he was asking.

"Oh. I'd heard of her. I just wondered if she still went here or not."

Derek turned to Simon. "Already searching for a girlfriend when you broke up with the last one less than a week ago?"

Simon rolled his eyes. "Courtney was crazy. We didn't even have to be in a relationship for a week for me to realize that."

Derek just snorted and returned to looking at the gym floor. "Why are they taking so long?"

"It's a big school, bro." Simon turned to face Derek. "Just because you have the longest legs in the world, doesn't mean all the teachers do. They aren't as fast as you. They'll be done soon."

Derek grunted, shifting his attention to me. His eyes were set on mine, observing my face slowly, causing my face to be decorated with a blush. A boy was staring at me, and that was a rare thing. At least, it was rare for them to look at me without a disgusted or mocking look in their cold eyes.

Derek nudged Simon and I looked away, but not before hearing him mumble my name. Derek's voice was so deep, I could've sworn I felt it vibrating.

Soon after, Simon and Derek became absorbed in their own quiet conversation, and I became absorbed in my own thoughts about the taller one of the two.

Derek's behavior and actions confused me. It seemed like he knew me, but I couldn't remember him no matter how hard I tried. I would think Simon would remember me as well, if his foster brother did, but it was clear Simon didn't. It was possible Simon just didn't remember me, like I didn't remember Derek.

I was making too big of a deal out of this, but I was determined to find out just where from Derek could recognize me. It felt like there was something there. I hated that I had no clue why I felt like this. Could it be my overactive imagination? Was I thinking too much?

My eyes met Derek's for a second. The green color seemed familiar. I'd seen someone with that eye color before. I knew it. And I had a really bad feeling from it.

There was no way I was overreacting

As I got settled in my seat in homeroom, a few others in the classroom as well, I tried digging into my memories as far as I could go. It was useless. I knew I recognized Derek- or rather, something about Derek -and it was extremely frustrating when I realized I didn't know where from.

He obviously knew me. I wished I could figure out as much as he did.

Danny's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Good Lord, does Mr. Huff always make you guys go back to homeroom in the dark? I know, this is my first year and all, but I don't think I've ever heard of a school who made their students go back to homerooms in darkness, making the teachers place candles and flashlights along wherever to guide you back. It's weird."

"Mr. Huff is a lonely old man who hates his life and has a weird head. He wanted us all to go away so he wouldn't have to get a headache from our talking," a student spoke up. A couple of kids muttered their agreements.

Danny nodded. "Ah. I see. Just so you know, I'd appreciate it if you guys kept our homeroom conversations in homeroom only. Whatever comes out of my mouth had better not be told to Mr. Huff."

"Gosh, Mr. Howell, you're such a chicken," said Cody, the guy who sat next to me.

Danny laughed at that, as well as a few other students. The classroom was starting to fill up.

Danny replied to Cody,"I brought chicken for lunch. Does that make me a cannibal?"

I snorted unintentionally, and the girl in front of me turned around.

Liz Delaney's pale blue eyes assessed me, giving me a harsh look. "Did you seriously just snort?"

"I-I..." I took a deep breath, hoping my stutter would go away, and tried to speak a bit slower. "I didn't actually m-mean to."

"That's disgusting. You literally sounded like a pig-"

"Alright, Elizabeth, we get it. Chloe snorted. I've heard that you snort. Just, well, you know, not in that sense," said Danny. He had made his way over to return a book to the book shelf, and muttered that to her as he stood by me. I felt a blush creep onto my face as what he said sank in, and Liz glared at him before turning back around.

Danny gave me a smile, patting the top of my head twice before returning to his desk.

Liz Delaney was, from what I collected over my time at the school, previously one of the nicest people on the planet. She had been friendly, loving, accepting, openminded, gentle, calm, welcoming, caring, and over all a good person with only good intentions. It seemed like nobody could dislike her after just a few minutes of being around her.

When she entered the eighth grade, Liz started dating a guy named Brady Hirsch. Brady seemed like a good guy. He was the school's favorite; all his teachers loved him, he played lots of sports, he was funny, and he was pretty attractive.

Liz had liked him for a long time. When they started dating, everything went great. However, when they were entering their freshman year, Brady had sex with a girl going into the eighth grade upon a dare. Liz hadn't found out until a few months later. Somehow, it had made her so angry that she broke up with him, ended up yelling at the girl, treated everyone differently, and changed who she was.

I obviously wouldn't ask for private information like that. But if heard people talk about it. I'd always wondered why Liz was so hard on me, harder than most people, and that might just be an answer, I'm going to eavesdrop. I felt bad, but I wanted to know.

After listening to people telling her story, I felt even worse about it. She had been broken by what Brady had done. He broke her trust, and she ended up completely changing into a different person. She'd become more careful with who she put her trust in, pushing several of the people she'd been friends with before away. Liz started hanging out with the bad people. She became someone who I was sure that her old self would've stayed away from.

I wished I could tell Danny off for saying something like that. He didn't know Liz very well, but I knew he didn't like her. We'd had a conversation over her before, and he'd made it very clear he didn't like her. However, that didn't mean he had to get all sassy and say things teachers probably shouldn't say.

Soon after, Derek entered the room. He sat to my right, his eyes assessing Danny. Danny sensed Derek's eyes and turned to face him. "Ah, you must be my new homeroom student. I'm Mr. Howell. You're Derek, right? Derek Brown?"

He nodded in reply.

"Alright then. This, to your left, is Chloe. I looked through your schedule. All of your classes except for gym will be with her. I'm sure Chloe can show you where to go if you need help." Danny turned to me. "You still meet with me at lunch." After a couple of seconds, he added, "I mean, you don't have to. Only if you want to. You can eat wherever."

For a second I was sure there was a blush on his cheeks. But I blinked and it disappeared. "Yeah. I-I'll be coming here."

"Great. I'm getting pizza."

Yes. I ruined Liz. At least now I think I know some of what I'm doing with this.

Hopefully I can have chapter three in a couple of weeks.