Teen Angels

Chapter 1 2  

Chapter 1

~Characters~

Alec Su- a famous rock star who is throwing everything away by abusing himself with drugs. has a sad childhood and is not what he seems

Vicki Zhao- teen angel on mission

Kristy Yeung- teen angel, bestfriends and roomates with vicki and theresa

Theresa Lee- teen angel, bestfriends and roomates with vicki and kristy

JD- supervisor of teen heaven no alterations make for this character)

*Note: No changes are added to the story, it's word by word from the book, coz the original story is touching enough to make anyone cry! Three cheers fro Chrie Bennet, the author of this beautifully written teen series. this story is book one of the series. each book features on of the three main characters (the teen angels) on mission.

Intro

The last thing Vicki Zhao remembers is riding her motorcycle wildly into the night after an argument with her boyfriend. She awakes to find that a teerible accident has bounced her off a tree and right into Teen Heaven where's she's learning whta she must do to become a full-fledged angel.

Vicki's assignment is to return to Earth and convince a famous rock star to turn his life around. Alec's at the top of the charts and has everything to live for, but he's killing himself with drugs and alcohol. Helping a burnt-out druggie surrounded by adoring groupies change his ways seem hopeless, but Vicki soon finds out that there's a lot more to Alec's story- and a lot more to him. What Vicki doesn't count on is falling in live...

Chapter 2

"You're a danged tease, Vicki Zhao, that's what you are," Jim Ryder drawled in a husky voice as he pulled Vicki close for another kiss.
"Don"t start, Jim--"
" You're the one who starts it," Jim replied. He stared angrily out the windshield of his new car, a graduation present from his parents. "You come on like you're so hot and then you don't follow through--"
" Just because I love to kiss you doesn't mean I have to end up with my feet out the window," Vicki said sharply, pulling away from him.
Jim banged his head against the headrest. "You make me crazy, Vicki."
She looked down at the slender gold bracelet on her wrist, engraved with the words "Vicki and Jim". He had given it to her on the second anniversary of their first kiss. She ran her finger over the script. "What time is it?"
Jim checked his watch. "We have ten minutes before we have to go inside," he told her," but you know they'll start late." He reached for Vicki again, but she pulled him away.
"We have to go in soon," she pointed out. She kissed him lightly and got her hairbrush out of her purse. "Ah, graduation. Free at last, free at last," Vicki chanted as she brushed her long wavy hair.
As she brushed, she stared out the window and watched the crowds of friends and families of graduates rushing into Red Boiling Springs High School in tiny Red Boiling Springs, Tennessee.
"Mom and Dad must be in that crowd somewhere," she thought. "This should be an exciting day for me, but all I feel is....relief. That's it. Relief. That I'm finally going to be able to escape..."
Jim sighed. "What is it wiht you anyway, Vicki?" he asked, pulling her out of her reverie. "Don't you know that everyone at school thinks we're doing it, anyway?"
Vicki gave Jim a sharp look. "Now, why would they think tht?"
"Oh get off it," Jim snorted. "Just look at you."
Vicki looked down at herself. She was wearing a black seude miniskirt with a matchong fringed vest, and nothing underneath. On her feet she wore pointy black cowboy boots with neon cactus cutouts on the ankles.
"You used to dress like everyone else," Jim reminded her.
"In those stupid good-girl clothes," Vicki sneered. "But you know as well as I do that most of the girls we know who dress like that are getting drunk and having sex on Saturday night and then going to church on Sunday morning-wearing the right clothes, of course."
Jim sighed. "I just don't understand what happened to you, Vicki..."
" Rehab happened to me--"
" So you got caught drunk driving once," Jim said "That doesn't make you a drunk--"
" But I was a drunk," Vicki said. " I could have killed someone that night--"
"But you didn't--"
" But I could have, don't you see that?" Vicki exclaimed earnestly.
Jim gave her a sad look. "All I know is that we used to be so happy, remember? You were the most popular girl in our class, you fit in, we had tons of friends..."
"And now we don't," Vicki said bluntly. "Or I should say I don't"
"Well, look at you!" Jim said, jutting his chin in her direction. "I don't konw what you're tryng to prove!"
Vicki stared out the window again. "Me, neither," she said in a low voice. "But at least I'm not one of the sheep anymore."
"You were always special," Jim said. "You were my girl..."
"I'm still your girl," Vicki said softly. She stared into Jim's big, brown eyes, imploring him to understand thins she didn't completely understand herself.
"Vicki and Jim," she thought to herself, her heart aching with love for him. "I love him so much. We've been together for three years. He was my first love, my only love. But I can't be the girl I was before, I can't go back, even if I don't know what's ahead of em..."
She reached for his hand. "I know I've been crazy lately--"
" You can say that again--"
" But everything will be different when we get to California, don't you see?" Vicki cried. "We don't belong stuck in some two-bit town in Tennesee--"
" I love this town," Jim said defensively.
"You'll love L.A more, I promise you," Vicki said. "Just think how incredible it'll be! College! Me studying film and you studying..well, whatever you want to study."
Jim reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and nervously tapped one out. He struck it between his lips and lit it, taking a deep drag.
" I hate that," Vicki snapped.
" You used to smoke, too, remember?" He exhaled, the smoke curling out of his mouth. "You expect us to move to L.A together when we aren't even sleeping together?"
"What does one thing have to do with the other?"Vicki asked.
"I thought you love me--"
"I do love you!" Vicki insisted.
"Then why don't you prove it?" Jim asked, taking another deep drag on his cigarette.
"I'm supposed to prove I love you by having sex with you? Now, there's an original argument," Vicki drawled sarcastically.
"See?" Jim said, pointing his cigarette at Vicki. "You've changed. You didn't use to be nasty. You used to be sweet--"
"Maybe I was just pretending to be sweet because that's what I thought I was supposed to be," Vicki mumbled. "Maybe I was never really sweet..."
"You're crazy, you know that?" Jim yelled, pounding his fist on the steering wheel in frustration. "You don't smoke or drink anymore and you won't sleep with me, but you dressed like a slut and come on to me like a tramp. You wont even get into the danged car with me if I've been driving, but you drive that new motorcycle of yours all over the place--"
"So what?" Vicki snapped.
"So you're crazy!" Jim exploded.
"Don't say that!" Vicki insisted. "I've only changed on the outside, but I'm the same girl you love on the inside--"
"I don't know if you are," Jim said in a low voice.
vicki felt as if a hand was squeezing her heart. "How can you say that? We're...we're a team, we've always been a team. Vicki and Jim..."
He won't look at her, he just kept draggind deeply on his cigarette and staring out his window.
"Jim? You're sacring me. Jim?"
No answer.
"Everything will be better in California, you'll see--"
"I'm nt going," Jim muttered.
"What??"
"I said I'm not going," Jim repeated, still not looking at Vicki.
"But...you promised!" Vicki whispered. "We've planned it for so long--"
" I planned that with someone else," Jim said, finally turning to her. "The person you used to be before you went off to rehab. You changed. Well, I changed, too. i don't want to leave here--"
"But you said you did!" Vicki cried. "We've planned it--"
" I can take classes at U.T., maybe," Jim said nervously, "get a job at the factory--"
"The factory!" Vicki cried. "But you hate the factory! You said you wanted to burn it down!"
Jim flicked his cigarette butt out the window. "What you want isn't real, Vicki. You're running after a dream. You're running after a dream."
"That's right," Vicki said, her voicde trembling with betrayal. "I'm running after a dream. It's just that I believed you were man enough to dream with me--"
Jim set his jaw and stared hard at Vicki. "You don't love me anymore, Vicki--"
"But I do!" she insisted. "I've loved you forever!"
He reached over and touched her hair. "You want me to be someone I'm not, baby."
"But you promised me," Vicki whispered. "You said you'd love me forever, and we'd go to California together. Were you lying? Were you?"
He looked away from her and didn't answer. Finally he spoke. "When you come back down to Earth, I would still be here, Vicki."

"Hey, good-lookin'," a sexy female voice drawled. Tisha Fender stuck her head into Jin's side of the car and planted a kiss on Jim's lips.[It's in the states, so kissing somoeone on the lips is really normal, coz threy're very open and everything] Tisha was a cute, curvy blode, known for her piety with adults and her ability to down a six-pack of beer faster than any of the guys in their class. She was also the world's biggest flirt.
"We actually used to be friends," Vicki recalled, "back before I went to rehab. I thought it was funny that she drank so much that she passed otu at parties. Now I just think she's an idiot.
"Hey, Tisha," Jim said, his face turning red.
"Ya'll better hurry," Tisha said, "ore we'll be graduating, wothout you." She took one finger and ran it sexily across Jim's lips. "And you know I'd miss you too much," she added, staring Jim in the eye. She gave Vicki a cool look of triumph, then she sashayed off.
And then it hit Vicki. Suddenly she knew. "Oh, my god," she breathed. "You're sleeping with her!"
"No--"
"Yes, you are," Vicki insisted. "It all makes sense now. How you've been pushing me to have sex. How you don't want to go to California anymore. When did it start, when I was in rehab?" Vicki asked.
"Look, Vicki, you don't understand--"
"Tell me I'm wrong then!" Vicki screamed. "Look me in the eye and swear to God in heaven that you're not sleeping with her!"
Jim buried his face in his hands.
"No!" Vici cried, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, God, Jim, how could you do that to me?"
"It just...just happened!" Jim moaned. "I didn't mean for it to happen, but you were gone for so long, and you own't sleep with me, and all the guys keep telling me, "Man, if Vicki really loved you she'd put out--"
Vicki drew her hand back and slapped Jim as hard as she could. "I hate you, Jim Ryder! I really hate you!"
"No, Vicki--" He reached for her.
"Don't touch me!" she shrieked. "Ever again! Stay in this dead-end town with your dead-end friends. I never want ot see you again as long as I live!"
Vicki jumped out of the car and ran, ignoring Jim's calls for her to come back to listen.
I can't go back to graduation, she thought wildly. I have to get away. Everyone must know about Jim and Tisha. Everyone knwe but me.
She ran towards her house, only a few blocks away from the high school. She wanted to run so fast and hard that she won't feel the breaking of her heart.
When she got home the first thing she saw was her shiny new motorcycle, parked in the driveway, the one she'd bought with the savings from her job waitressing at the diner. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and jumped on her bike.
Your helmet is in the house, a vocie in her head warned her, but she didn't care, didn't care about anything but getting away, far and fast.
No more vicki and Jim. No more Vicki and Jim. The refrain pounded over and over in her head as she started her bike up and headed for the highway.
How can I go on without him, she thought? The wind wipped her hair into her face and it mingled with the salty tears that cascaded down her cheeks. How can I go on?
The pain turned to anger at Jim's betrayal, and Vicki sped her bike up as far as it would go. Sixty, seventy, eighty miles an hour. Impetuously she veered left at the fork towards Hartsville, heading for the dirt roads on the outskirts of the town.
No more Vick and Jim. No more Vicki and Jim. So what's left, then, she thought, sobs racking her body. The tears blurred her vision, everything was a haze of misery, and the silent, agonizing refrain continued in her head: no more Vicki and Jim.
She didn't notice that the light had turned red when she sped through the intersection, and she never really felt the impact of the minivan when it hit her. She flew throught the air, her beautiful, long, jet black hair streaming out behind her, but even in that split second she felt no surprise, but the pain of no more Vicki and Jim.
Until she hit the tree, head first.
And then there was no more Vicki.

*Author's note*

okie, very very long chapt. type until my hands are sore. if u all wanna get the original book, it's called Teen Angels#1 :Heaven can't wait. and it's by cherie bennet. i seriously encourage all of you to purchasethis book, and the others fron the series, even all of cherie's books, coz she's really great, thanx for letting me share thsi beautiful story with you all! hope u enjoyed! and...comments!!!!

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