Notice Me
Authors: Lili Lam
Tags: #romance, #tristan, #werewolf, #luke, #mates, #anya, #wattpad, #lise, #bebechinadoll, #watty awards
Monhegan Moonlight Trilogy
By: Lili Lam
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Copyright © 2012 Lili Lam
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Chapter 26: Rise and
Shine
Chapter 27: Club
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Chapter 33: Never a Dull
Moment
Chapter 1: No Longer
Invisible
If I had to name a time when I had a life altering experience,
there would only be one that comes to mind. I could describe the
events like it was yesterday. As a matter of fact, it was
yesterday. It was during the summer after tenth grade to be exact.
I was sitting outside on the porch swing rocking back and forth
while reading The Prince and The Pauper by Mark Twain.
One of the joyous mandatory summer reading requirements before
twelfth grade. Yes, I know you're probably wondering why I'm
reading something for twelfth grade when I just finished tenth?
Well maybe it's because at the request of my parents, the school
tested me. Seems that not only am I way ahead of my fellow tenth
graders, I also surpassed the eleventh graders causing them to skip
me ahead an entire year.
At sixteen years old, I'll be a senior in High School, how
fortunate. Anyway, luckily I'm a nerd so I enjoy reading; it helps
me escape my boring nonexistent social life. I spent a majority of
the summer away at camp just arriving back home this morning.
There’s only about a week left of summer before school starts up
again, I’m not looking forward to it.
Roughly it was around seven in the evening, we just finished eating
dinner. It was still light out; the sky painted a beautiful orange
haze. My parents were inside watching television enjoying the
central air, while I was sitting outside in the sweltering heat.
Not that I'm complaining, I love this type of weather. We've been
experiencing a heat wave for the past week, with temperatures in
the hundreds.
The neighborhood bustled with life and activity as kids were out
bike riding and playing tag. The teens were just hanging out around
our little cul-de-sac. "Honey, be a doll and walk these next door
to the Evan's will you?" Mom asked, poking her head out the front
door.
She thrust a plate of chocolate chip cookies into my lap and shut
the door quickly as to not let any precious cold air escape. I
rolled my eyes as I breathed out a sigh, shoving the bookmark in to
hold my page I placed the book on the swing and got up. Trudging my
way down the porch steps, I made my way over to the Evans’.
Mom is a really close friend of Mrs. Evans seeing how they are in
the same cooking club. They always share recipes and baked goods
with one another. We've lived next door to the Evans all my life.
It’s Mr. and Mrs. Evans and their son Tristan, who just so happens
to be two years older than I am. He's eighteen and will also be a
senior in high school.
I rang the doorbell once and waited patiently for someone to
answer. After a couple minutes and no response I rang it again and
again, this time tapping my foot impatiently on the step. Alrighty
then, I guess nobody's home considering the fact that I've been
standing out here for the past five minutes looking like an
idiot.
The chocolate chips in the cookies are probably melted. Oh well,
guess this means more cookies for me, yum! "No way man. I was
already within the goal!" A male voice shouted loudly. "I totally
scored."
"Nah, you were out." Another deep male voice commented. This voice
sent chills up my spine, there was a bit of familiarity to it. Hmm,
seems as though it came from the back of the house. I drifted
towards the backyard and peeked through the gaps of the picket
fence. I watched six shirtless guys running around playing a game
of flag football; Tristan included.
It was at that exact moment I realized just how hot my next door
neighbor is. Why haven't I noticed this before? Have I been living
under a rock? Just watching the way each and every one of his
muscles flexed as he ran made me shiver with delight. The way his
sterling gray eyes shined with happiness and his short spiky brown
hair was full of sweat, shouldn't have turned me on the way it was.
We don't really speak to one another...ever. You wouldn't actually
say we were both on the same spectrum of the social ladder. Tristan
is Mr. Popularity, athletic, well-liked, good looking, and full of
jokes. He's captain of the soccer team, hence the reason for the
Greek god-like body.
I on the other hand am known as the typical quiet book nerd a.k.a.
the loner. I don't possess an athletic bone in my body and in my
opinion my personality is as bland as cardboard. I don't have any
friends around here; my only friends are the ones I made at camp
four years ago. The ones I waited all year to meet up with again at
the beginning of summer. The ones that cried with me when camp came
to an end.
At camp I was a totally different person I was popular. It was
almost as though my wild and crazy alter ego surfaced. We stay in
touch by phone, text, email, and facebook, but it just doesn't seem
enough. Up until a month ago my body was underdeveloped, from not
experiencing womanhood yet. I can't count how many times I've been
mistaken as a young prepubescent boy from the back.
Guess I was what you would call a 'late bloomer'? Let me tell you
it sucked big time, but it paid off in the end. Somehow through
some miracle while I was away at camp this summer, I managed to
sprout three inches bringing my short 5'3 frame up to a much more
acceptable 5'6 stature. I develop curves and boobies too!
I wore thick coke bottle glasses at the end of the school year.
Thank goodness I managed to talk my Mom into getting me contact
lenses. I used the excuse of not being able to see while swimming
in the lake and she totally bought it. The girls at camp managed to
coerce me into allowing them to give me a makeover. I must have
been high on the campfire fumes, because I agreed.
When I left to camp my hair was a dull brown color that hung in
limp rat tails lifelessly down my back. Now it's a vibrant blond
with golden highlights and crazy layers. Unlatching the hook on the
gate, I smoothed out my tank top and pushed my sunglasses further
up onto the bridge of my nose. I was wearing a black tank top, a
pair of cut off denim jean shorts, and my black high top
chucks.
I'm pretty sure I looked like a hot mess with my hair wrapped up
messily in a beehive like bun on top of my head. Strolling into the
backyard with much more confidence than I felt, I cleared my throat
to get the guys attention. Six heads snapped towards my direction,
making me feel slightly uncomfortable all of a sudden. A low wolf
whistle came from one of the guys, which one, I'm not exactly
sure.
I gave an awkward smile and made my way over to the only familiar
face I knew. He looked at me with a strange expression on his face,
almost as though he didn't know who I was. "Hey Tristan, my mom
wanted me to drop these off for you." I said cheerfully, holding
out the plate of cookies as I used my other hand to push my
sunglasses up on top of my head. "I rang the doorbell, but I guess
your mom and dad are out."
At the sound of my voice and the minute Tristan gazed into my eyes,
it seemed as though he snapped out of whatever trance he was in.
"Anna...lise?" Tristan's voice dragged my name out in disbelief.
Why did he sound so surprised? The look of shock came across his
entire expression as he gawked at me.
I mean I know I look like a hot mess, but gee not everyone can look
like a freaking model at all times! "In the flesh." I chuckled
awkwardly as he stood there staring at me with his mouth open. I
almost felt as though he thought I'd disappear before his very eyes
if he blinked. Chewing down on the inside of my cheek nervously, I
stood frozen staring nervously at the ground as I continued to hold
out the plate of cookies. I didn't dare meet his gaze on me it was
too intense.
"Um hey let me take those from you." A guy with blond hair and blue
eyes said as he stepped forward and broke the tension. I recognized
him as Tristan's best friend...his right hand man. I think his
name's Lucas. "Thanks for the cookies. I'm Luke by the way, this is
Sam, Gabe, Jordan, and Max." He introduced everyone as he came and
stood next to Tristan nudging him slightly with his elbow.
I thought I heard him murmur something along the lines of "What the
hell man, snap out of it." But I was too busy staring at the guys
standing there before me. It should be a crime for one person to be
that handsome, let alone all six of them. Why is it that good
looking people always seem to flock together and become friends? Is
that some sort of rule of thumb? Is there a
‘Friendship Book’
out there somewhere that
teaches you the codes of conduct?
Nodding my head swiftly in acknowledgment
towards the guys I mumbled. "Nice to meet you, I’m Annalise, but
everyone calls me Lise."
"Lise, that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Luke grinned.
As he said this, Tristan's head immediately snapped in his
direction giving him a look that could kill. Luke just looked over
at him innocently and smiled. The other guys were too busy tearing
into the plate of chocolate chip cookies to pay the two of them any
mind.
Feeling slightly out of place, I decided it was time for me to
skedaddle. Spinning around on my heel, I quickly began walking away
not wanting to know what the heck was going on between the two of
them. "I should get going." I called over my shoulder, "See ya." I
was already on my way out the gate as I shut it behind me and
hightailed my way over to my porch.
I faintly heard Tristan mumbling something along the lines of
"Mine" as I shut the gate, but I ignored it. Boys will be
boys.
‘Who knows, they were probably
arguing over the last cookie.’
I thought as I shrugged
my shoulders. I grabbed my book off the swing and went inside the
house upstairs to my room.
I woke up the next morning with the full intent of going to the
beach to work on my tan. Showering and dressing quickly in a black
two-piece, I threw a blue summer dress on top of it with my black
flip-flops. Anya my best friend from camp is coming from Rockport
to visit for a couple days. I secretly wished she lived close by so
that we could go to school together, but life never works out the
way we plan.
