Saving Rose

By Lauren Kutterfly

There's a fine line between love and hate...

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Meet Eleanor Fyer, a 16 year old girl. Rich. Snobby. And failing her classes. Now meet Samuel Rose, a 16-year-old boy. Fourth-smartest student in the school, a nerd with a capital N. Thrown together in a completely disastrous start, Eleanor knows for sure that their relationship is bound to become chaotic. Having Samuel Rose as her personal tutor is definitely a mistake.

Throw in an obsessive friend, a quirky transfer student, finding assistance in the least likely people, and some awkward situations, who knows how it will end? As new bonds are created, secrets shared, and barriers taken down, maybe their relationship can blossom into something more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lauren Kutterfly
• Release date: Feb 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311680754

Lauren Kutterfly

a writer©lauren kutterfly 2016

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Dedicated to lovers who are missing hearts.

SAVING ROSE

A NOVEL BY LAUREN KUTTERFLY

Published by

Smashwords Publishing

All Rights Reserved.

This novel is a complete work of art. All names and places mentioned are purely a coincidence.

Do not copy, electronically transmit, or hand print a copy of this novel without the consent of the author.

Copyright by Lauren Kutterfly, 2016

Published by Smash words Publishing.

Summary: A girl named Eleanor Fyer jouneys to understand the meaning of love. A boy named Samuel Rose guides her along the way by being her tutor.

CHAPTER 1: With Spring Comes New Trouble

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter. Of all the seasons, today just had to be Spring.

Normal people loved Spring out of all the four seasons. Not too cold and not too hot; just right. But I despised it. Spring marked the beginning of the blooming season. With a huge allergy to nature, I was not a big fan of flowers and trees.

Signing up for Volleyball was a big mistake because I was not much of an athlete. The only reason why I even bothered to do it was because Marisol nagged me none stop to sign up with her. To make matters worse, our coach wanted to nail the fact that winning was the most important thing into our minds, so he pushed and trained us past our limits.

I sneezed as a runner ran past me, huffing and puffing.

The moldy ground, wet from last night's rain shower, squished underneath my foot as I forced myself to walk on, despite how tired I was. I stayed up late last night messaging away on Facebook and now I regretted it.

Hey Eleanor! Marisol chirped as she jogged up to me. Wazzup?

Marisol had no problem with running. Unlike me, she was born and made into an athlete. Running a few laps around a track was no big deal for her.

Nothing, I said and continued walking on. Marisol slowed to a walking speed and fell step by step next to me.

You don't look like nothing happened, Marisol noted as she studied my face. Don't tell me you were up all night on Facebook.

I can do whatever I want with my life, thank you very much, I huffed.

Marisol shrugged. Just helping.

I groaned as my left foot sank a little into a damp area of the ground, ruining my newly brought tennis shoes.

I picked up my feet, examining the brown smudges on the soles of my shoes.

The game's next week, ya know, Marisol reminded me as she peered over my shoulder to look at my shoes. Your shoes will get dirtied anyway.

I know, I know, I said, annoyed and disgusted. But I don't want to wear ugly shoes to the game.

Marisol shrugged again. Suit yourself.

Coach Wayne blew the whistle and we all jogged over to him and huddled together.

Listen up, Pipsqueaks! he yelled. Coach Wayne screamed all the time in order for all of us to hear. But with only 13 of us, his voice shattered our eardrums.

You all better win next week or else I'm going to pelt you with volleyballs! You hear?! he gave us all a glare, daring us to tell him otherwise.

Yes sir! we said in unison.

Don't just 'yes sir' me! Do it!

Wow, he's cranky today, I rolled my eyes.

When isn't he? Marisol pointed out.

Am I clear?! Coach Wayne barked.

YES SIR!

Now get out of my sight! Go home and practice until your little minds shrivel up into nothing! GO!

The group dispersed and began to grab their items that laid sprawled out on the ground. I picked up my backpack with all of my sport utilities, wiped it on the concrete to wipe away as much mud as possible and followed the group inside.

Wanna go to Starbucks? Marisol asked as we headed into the locker room to change.

Why? I said and flung open my locker door.

Oh, y'know. To get pumped up for next week's game! Marisol answered as she tossed her gym shirt into the locker.

Isn't it too early for that?

Nothing's too early! Marisol grinned. Come on, Eleanor. Just hang out with me for once instead of spending your time in front of a mirror each and every day.

I took off my gym shirt and put on my normal shirt.

Fine, whatever, I mumbled. I pulled out a lipstick from my handbag and slapped a new layer onto my lips. The old layer had faded away during practice.

We slammed our lockers shut and walked out the locker room.

Did you finish the math homework, yet? Marisol asked as we got into her red convertible. She started the engine and we drove off to Starbucks.

Yeah, I lied. In truth, I never even touched any of my homework. They were all sitting in a huge stack at my desk at home. I was going to at least finish the Science homework, but the music blasting from my earphones distracted me and I totally forgot about everything related to 'homework'.

Marisol didn't even bat an eye at my lie. She knew me better than anyone. If I lied about something, she knew the truth behind it. Finishing my homework was a huge lie because I almost never did my homework.

We stopped at a red light. Marisol turned to look at me.

Eleanor, you need to start studying more, she said seriously. You're failing all your subjects. If this continues, it'll really affect your future.

I looked out the car window, having heard her say that so many times it was getting annoying.

Yeah, I know, I said. I will.

~*~

Ah! Getting coffee right after practice is always amazing! Marisol grinned as we pushed open the door to Starbucks and entered.

I didn't answer her as we walked up to the counter where a boy with dark brown hair sat on a stool with a textbook plopped open in his lap. He was writing madly onto a sheet of paper.

Ahem, I coughed, getting his attention. He paused and looked up, noticing us.

He quickly pushed away his book and stood up, grabbing a notepad to write down our orders.

How may I help you today? he asked with a smile.

One medium coffee and... I turned to look at Marisol.

One Large Caramel Frappuccino please, Marisol finished for me.

Got it, he said and turned around to start fixing our drinks. As he was turning around, the little black badge engraved with white words on his chest flashed and read 'Samuel Rose'.

Really? A medium sized coffee for Queen Eleanor? Marisol smirked, breaking me out of my trance. Never heard of that before.

I gave her a look. I can get what I want. Since when did I have to start getting fancy stuff?

Marisol laughed. Whatever, girl.

The blender whirled in the background as I looked around the little shop. People sat at tables with either their laptops opened and typing or with mountains of books piled high into the air next to them as they tried to do their work. It was pretty silent here except for the blender's noise and occasional whispers here and there.

In no time, our orders were ready. The boy carried them over in both of his hands and handed them one by one to us.

Here you go, he said. One Large Caramel Frappuccino- he handed Marisol hers -and one Medium Coffee.

But as he was handing me mine, his hand slipped and the coffee tumbled out of his hands, the hot, sizzling liquid pouring out all over me like a waterfall.

I shrieked and stumbled back, the coffee soaking through my shirt and reaching my skin, burning me.

What in the world?! I yelled, causing the entire shop to look our way. What was that for?!

Wh-what...? B-But I... This isn't... I can explain... Samuel stammered, unable to make a complete sentence.

I looked down at my pale pink shirt with white frills and silver buttons going down my chest. It was one of my favorite shirts that I brought this year when my mom took me shopping. Now a gradually growing brown stain of coffee was slowly spreading in the middle.

That was all it took before I broke.

I grabbed Marisol's hand and marched towards the door, completely forgetting about what's left of my coffee.

Wait! Eleanor! Marisol cried as she had to jog just to keep up with me. I didn't listen to her and continued walking, anger building up inside of me from embarrassment. No one ever humiliates me. No one.

Behind me Samuel apologized over and over again, but I wasn't listening to him anymore. I wasn't listening to anyone anymore.

I walked out of the door and never looked back. Not even once.

CHAPTER 2: Recognizing Him for the First Time

And so, the neutrons and protons circle the nucleus in an atom and blah blah blah....

I wasn't really listening to Mrs. Jackling, our science teacher, anymore. I had zoned out and focused my eyes on anything but her lesson and blazing outfit that hurt the eye.

Psst!

I tilted my head lazily to the right and saw Marisol waving her phone at me and mouthing the words 'Talk to you through texting'.

With nothing better to do, I mouthed back the words 'Got it'.

I dug my hand into my purse and pulled out my iPhone. I kept it under my desk so that Mrs. Jackling couldn't see it and I looked up once in a while so that nothing looked suspicious.

My phone vibrated in my hand and Marisol's message popped up on the front of my screen.

'Hey, whatcha doing?'

'Nothing,' I typed back.

'Aw, that's too bad. You bored?'

'If you mean bored enough to chuck Mrs. Jackling out the window then yeah, I’m.'

'LOL. Don't worry. You aren't alone. I missed half of what she said yesterday by sleeping.'

'I didn't hear anything she said yesterday.'

'Well, that's too bad. She actually said some pretty useful information yesterday for the test tomorrow.'

'What test?'

But before Marisol could reply, Mrs. Jackling's sudden stern voice boomed across the classroom, startling me and causing me to almost drop my phone.

Ms. Fyer, may I ask what you are doing during my class? she asked and peered over her glasses at me in that old fashion way. There was a rumor a few months ago about how Mrs. Jackling might have come from the 1900's because everything she did, including her fashion sense, was outdated. For all we knew, she might be a hundred years old.

Nothing, I replied quickly, stuffing my phone back into my purse. Mrs. Jackling didn't look very convinced.

Are you sure, Ms. Fyer? she pressed. Perhaps my class is too easy for you? Maybe I need to make it more challenging.

I wanted to scream 'No, it's boring and lame! Go back to where you belong! Earth is already full!'. But instead, I shook my head.

No ma'am. I'm sorry for disturbing the class.

Mrs. Jackling sighed and set down the piece of paper that she was reading from. She strode over to my desk and stopped directly beside me.

Ms. Fyer, she said in a low and dangerous voice, one she used before she pounced on her victims. This is not the first time you have rudely disrupted my class.

I didn't look up and kept my gaze glued to the carpet.

I can't have this happening anymore, she continued. "You are keeping others from getting their knowledge.