Here We Go Again...

The story of Olivia Rodriguez...

Love. Never needed it. I thought I never wanted it. Well, keyword there is "thought". I thought I found someone I loved and thought they loved me, but I should've known better. Love wasn't meant for someone who usually doesn't give a fuck about most things. I guess love wasn't meant for me. Got heartbroken once and decided I wasn't going to love anymore. Well, until I found someone worth my love and care, kind of. Travis Brown. He was worth loving one more time. I guess I shouldn't have misjudged. Maybe the one true way to fix a broken heart, is through love. And he was the one to fix it for me.

Ok, so we're going to have to start with some background information. The beginning of junior year was different from any other year. It was at a new school with new people. New teachers and a new mascot. New environment overall. Something I'm not used to. A lot of "news" this year, and I wasn't looking forward to this school. I no longer had my best friends with me, nor did I even know where the bathrooms were. I didn't like this new place. New day, new year, new school. I wasn't ready, nor did I want to be. My mom dropped me off at new unfamiliar building. The morning sunlight hitting the brick exterior, the shadows stretching over the front courtyard, casting a blanket of darkness. Multiple students rushed passed me, their bright smiles and energetic walks making me feel more uneasy as they approached their group of friends, laughing as they gather around each other. The chilling breeze brushing through the maple colored leaves transitioning into fall. The wind blowing my hair into my eyes. The birds chirping above me, squirrels scavenging for food, beautiful butterflies flying in the air. What a beautiful setting, it really is. But, it wasn't with who I wanted to be with. I took a deep long breath through my nose as I exhaled out my mouth. I threw my book bag over my shoulder, it hitting my back with a force that caused me to step forward to catch my balance. I looked up at the new school I will be going to. I took the first steps across the large courtyard. Eyes from other students glued onto me as if they found the new fresh meat in their kingdom. My hard bottom shoes clacking across the pavement, the soles of my boots scuffing the ground. I approached the large glass door. My warm hand grasped the cold metal handle. I tugged on it as the door slowly opened. The warmth atmosphere hitting my face immediately. The sound of students laughing and talking was louder than my own thoughts. I walked into the new unfamiliar school that wasn't my Westbrooke high. I looked up at the celling, bright lights blinding me. Their school posters full of bright colors, popping off of the page. The marble stairway in place of where our pavement stairway would be. The smell of their pancakes and bacon filling my nostrils, very different from our regular cereal and breakfast pizza. Everyone was so dressed up. Designer skirts, pearls, hair perfectly gelled in place. Everyone looked clean and bougie, way different from the very diverse still back at home. Everyone here looked the same almost, at least with clothes. The same expensive clothes. Very different from the saggy pants I would see down the hall, or the vintage clothes from Goodwill. I didn't like it very much. I missed everyone. Kayla and McKenna. The way I felt comfortable around them, and how it felt like we were the main characters and everything revolves around us; literally. I was even missing Asher and Ethan. I miss Ethan's mean and asshole remarks and Asher's sarcasm. It hurt to walk in the school and not see the same old poster that said, "Go Westbrooke Wolves!!" Instead it said, "Welcome back, Arrr Mighty Pirates." Ugh, if that wasn't cheesy, I don't know what is. I wanted a new beginning, but I wanted it with my friends and not at some boring prep school filled to the brim with snooty, spoiled, rich white kids. I was dreading this whole day. The bell rang and I was off to my first class at this new school that I didn't want to call mine.

First period passed. I felt so out of place. A quiet, small girl originally from the school Westbrooke high in a class room with students that go by pirates, how fitting. And, apparently, they do this thing where they take all new students around the school. Basically all the mentors that has been here all four years just show them around, making them feel more comfortable with their surroundings. Kind of like what McKenna would do, but they have a permanent group of people for it. Honestly, nothing felt more embarrassing. I hate being treated like a weakling, especially by people who don't know me. I walked out of the giant classroom and stepped into the marble tile outside in the hallway. The chilling air from the air conditioner hitting the bare skin below my skirt, giving me goosebumps. I slowly picked up my leg and rubbed my calf, hoping to warm me up. I stood back up as I adjusted the strap to my backpack around my aching shoulders. I brought my gaze up in front of me. My eyes meeting deep green eyes, hints of brown peaking through, similarly the same color as healthy grass with fertile soil underneath. They stared back into mine, both intimidating yet soothing. His strong, sweet scented cologne filling my nose. He was nicely dressed, head to toe. He was dressed more casual than most kids at this school. He was wear a pair of blue jeans, slightly baggy around his long legs. His white t-shirt was tight as it hugged his torsos, exposing his muscular body. The shirt sunk into the dips of his body, defining his broad pecks and abs. His white shoes clean; not a single crease or atom of dust present. His facial features so sharper and defined. His golden skin glowing in the bright lights above us. His bright innocent smile bringing a warmth to his strong and intimidating build. His pearly white teeth twinkling and reflecting the light off of it. His fluffy light brown hair sitting on top of his beautiful head. A couple of straight strands resting right in front of evergreen forest eyes. The sunlight hitting his back through the windows that sat on top of the wall behind him making his silhouette so much more intoxicating. His blue aura outlining his broad shoulders and long legs. This man was an angel in disguise. His presence made me feel at ease, all of my tense feelings faded away as his warm eyes look at me. "This man is a beast I would let tear me up." I thought as I blushed and turned my head the other way. He was gorgeous. "Hey, are you Olivia Rodriguez?" He asked looking down at a paper filled with names and classrooms. His low voiced hummed. He eyes scrolled back up to me, subtly taking in every inch of me. I felt the apple of my cheeks heat up as I straighten out my stance. His small smile making me weak at the knees. "Uh. Yeah." I said holding my binder in my arms. I cocked my eyes to the side, trying to avoid any more eye contact with him. "Ok cool. I'm Cater Baker, and I am your mentor for the first week." He said looking down at me. He placed the clipboard behind his back. His bright smile flashing me and the apple of his cheeks glowing. The warmth bouncing off his body and transferring to me. "Oh. Ok? What exactly does that mean though?" I asked as I cocked my brow and looked back up at his pretty face. I sat back into my hip, my binder resting against my knees and my chin lifted. "Oh, well to put it short, basically, I take you around the school, you know give you a tour. And I will be here to help you throughout your whole experience here at Springhills." He said while giving me a paper that had every club and event going on at this school for the first semester. I scanned through the paper before I rolled my eyes up. His eyes meeting mine. I don't mind him being my mentor; who would? Honestly, not really hating it here now. "Oh. That makes more sense. So, anyways, when do we start?" I asked as I scanned multiple student behind him walking passed. Some giving me dirty looks. I could feel their mean gaze on me. "Right now actually." He said as he took my hand into his. His large hand consumed mine, his warm finger tips gently rubbing against my skin. He lead me down the hall, tugging on my arm with every step he took. I don't know if he was purposely doing this or not, but his touch sent shivers down my spine. The warmth of his skin was enough to put a baby elephant to sleep, so soft and gentle. To be fair, he can breath next to me, and I'd praise him for existing. He showed me various places of this new building. Everything from the library to the teacher's lounge. I felt small beside his large figure. His eyes would always glance down at me as he lead the way down the halls. At moments, it would get very awkward. The silence was louder than any yelling and laughing from the students around us. He decided to start with some small talk to break the ice berg between us. I've never been a fan of small talk, or talk. So, while he thought he was making an awkward situation less awkward, he was actually making it more awkward. "So, where did you transfer from?" he asked as he glanced over to me. The corner of his mouth stretching upwards. His hair bouncing up and down with every step he takes, the light reflecting off of it. His eyes narrowed down and his eye brow raised. "Oh. Westbrooke." I said walking by his side trying to avoid eye contact, so I don't end up staring at him.  The sound of our feet hitting the tile floor echoed through the large and wide hallways. It was empty. Not a single student in sight. It felt like a ghost town as we traveled down the silent hall. "Woah. Really? I heard they have a really good football team." he said. His eyes widening with excitement. "Yep. They sure do." I nodded my head as I looked back down at the ground in front of me. I kind of reflected on those late nights after a football game. Or being in the stands filled with cheering students and parents. Our home football stadium and how the lights lit up the foe grass field and seeing the sweat drip from all of our hard working team players. The grass and turf flying into the air as the football boys ran across scoring us another touchdown. The marching band and how they would put on a show, their loud horns and reeds projecting their sounds forward into the stands. Their beautiful blended sound making me ears happy. I sighed and stared off in front of me as I remanence on those happy times before. That stadium brought so many good memories to me. It brings a smile to my face thinking of the many times McKenna and Kayla would have mini food fights while Asher and Ethan would watch the game intensely, yelling at every mistake and at every touchdown the other team made. These thoughts only make it harder for me to get use to this unfamiliar setting. I just gather myself as I continued to walk beside Carter as he continued to talk and talk. I don't know if he was trying to brag or to show off, but he proceeded to talk about how he is the football team's captain and blah blah blah, a whole bunch of other stuff I didn't really pay attention to. But, the way his eyes shined while talking about it made my heart warm. His soft smile spreading as he waved his hands across back and forth as he told story after story. His voice full of happiness and his words slipping off of his tongue quickly as he noticeably got excited. It really made me think back to those moments of the stadium lights hitting all of the faces of every supporting student in the crowd flashed. The way McKenna would have her little moments and start screaming on the top of her lungs when provoked by the other team. The way Kayla would always have some type of smart remark and get under McKenna's skin made me giggle. The fact I would have to find a new lunch table was something I was worried about. I dropped my head low. I really wish I wouldn't have to be here. I really wish I didn't have to start over from scratch. I might never get those moments back. My steps became slower as I started falling behind. My gaze staying on the floor as my breathing got slower. A burning sensation filled my eyes as I felt water seeping through. Carter turned his head around as he stopped walking. His gaze falling on me. His expression falling as he walked towards me. His steps echoing in the halls around us. "If I'm talking your ear off, say so." he lightly giggled as he stood over me. He placed his hands on his hips as a soft half smile grew on his face. I looked up at him.  I dabbed away the small water droplets that left my eye. His soft green eyes stared at mine. His eyebrows pinched as he tilted his head, examining me. "Can I help you?" I asked as I looked up at him and sealed the lump in my throat. He face dropped as he came up closer to me. His heat almost vibrating off of him and hitting me. His sweet scent consuming the air around me. His happy eyes turning blue. He placed his large hand on my shoulder, almost holding it in the palm of his hand. His thumb slightly rubbed my skin through my shirt as he looked at me with concern eyes. "Are you ok? You seem a little down. Was it something I did? If so, I'm really sorry Olivia." he said. His voice deep and sounding sincere. His light brown locks falling a bit out of place as he bent down to take a better look at me. His gaze feeling more heavy. "Oh. I promise you I'm fine. Just allergies." I awkwardly smile and I patted his hand and removed it from my shoulder. The feeling of his finger pads touching mine made me a bit nervous as I placed his hand against his chest. He look confused as he raised his brow at me, still keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Are you sure?" he said as he leaned back into his stance as stared at me up and down. " Yes. I'm positive. Now can we stop with all of this intense staring?" I said as I pushed passed him. I could see a slight blush grow on the apples of his cheeks. My shoes clicked on the hard floor underneath me as I headed forward in the direction we were originally headed in. He quickly jogged up to catch up with me before he matched my walking pace and looked forward. His head was tilted down and a smirk was growing. "Sorry about that. I seem to get a bit carried away when it comes to helping someone." he said as glanced at me. His green eyes twinkling in the brightly lit hallway. "Yes. I can tell. You must also get very flustered too, I'm guessing from your red cheeks." I responded as I stared forward and smiled. " Damn. Ok. If that's what we're doing." he said as we continued to walk for the rest of the time. He kept on going on and on about how it was like growing up here and all of the things he participated in, occasionally would ask me about how it was back at Westbrooke. I just nodded my head yes or no as I tuned him out and paid attention to the way his soft pale lips moved, sometimes he would lick them to moisten it as he talked. All his words went through one ear and out the other. He could sense my list of interest in the conversation. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and walked in front of me, blocking me from going forward. He looked down at me. His eyebrow raise and the corner of his mouth lifted. His hands was placed on his hips in a power stance as he looked in my eyes with his forest green ones. "What we doing now?" I asked leaning back a bit to look at him. My arms crossed over my chest as I glance at him up and down. "I don't know. Call this a hunch, but I have a feeling you aren't interested at all about this." He said as his eyes shifted from every where around us and back to me for dramatic effect. He lifted one of his hands as he ran his fingers through his soft silky hair and letting it fall to the side of his face. "Oh no. You caught me." I sarcastically said as I rolled and smiled. "Damn. That kinda hurt though." he said as he scratched the back of his head. "You really don't like any talk, huh?" He moved out of my way and continued to walk by my side. He leaned his head forward as he looked at me with a curious expression on his face. I shook my head left to right as I cocked my stared at him. "Oh, so you're like antisocial. Yeah, you sure look like the quiet type." He said slightly bumping into my side. His broad shoulder grazing the side of my head, send tingles down my back. "Now, what's that supposed to mean. Am I supposed to be offended?" I said pinched my eyebrows. I brushed a hair out. if my face and behind my ear as I looked at his cheeky little smile. "No, if anything, it's a compliment. Most girls here tend to talk a lot. We finally have some diversity." He told, his eyes staring forward, "and honestly, I like it when a girl doesn't talk. It gives me more time to work my magic." He said looking at me with a mischievous smile. He leaned his head back as he stretched his arms out in front of him as he dramatically groaned as if he had just woken up. "Um, you're supposed to be showing me around, not flirting. And, if you are going to flirt, don't make it so cheesy." I said trying to hold my smile in. "Hey, what's the harm in doing both." He said stopping in front of me. He leaned down towards my face. Every single detail of him becoming prominent.  I saw every single beautiful feature of his face to his almost unnoticeable blemishes. His light brown freckles hiding under his glowing skin. His green eyes staring at me, his pupils growing as he analyzed my face further. The lines in his lips almost nonexistent, looking soft and warm to feel. He was inches away from me. So close I could feel his warm breath against my lips and nose. His minty breath bringing a cooling affect to me. My face became hot as my palms grew sweaty. His presence was making me very nervous. His satisfied look on his face only bringing a feeling of euphoria to me. "Why are you so close?" I said as I turned my head to side. My cheek glowing as I tried my best to conceal my nervous smile. "Why not? Do I make you nervous?" he smirked at me. He placed his large soft fingers, his index and thumb, on my chin as he moved me head to face him. His index finger pressed into the skin under my chin as his thumb gently rubbed my skin, slightly touching my bottom lip. My eyes grew wide and my heart began to beat fast as he looked at me with fiery and lustful eyes. His natural body heat transferred to me as my body only became hotter and hotter. The pit of my stomach was full of butterflies as my throat became dry and it was hard to swallow. He notice me melting under him as he lowly chuckled. His eyes narrowed on me. I didn't like feeling like this. "Stop that!" I yelled as I smacked his hand off of me and took a couple of steps back. My heartbeat was loud enough to hear it in the empty hall. I turned my head to the side to conceal my very red face as he stepped back and watch me suffer.  "You know what, I like you. You are very different. And, gorgeous." he smirked as he tilted his chin up and watched me amused. He dropped his hands by his side as his tall, muscular body towered over me. "How so? Is it because I just don't give a crap about football or I'm not all over you like you expect?" I said as I brushed any wrinkles out in my outfit. I glanced up at him and raised a brow as I smirked at him. He's cheeks got red as he shrugged his shoulders and walked towards me once again. My heart speeding up as his powerful stare got me beat. "Actually, I just like a girl that is like every other person. I never had to experience someone not listening to me before. Usually everyone stops me, so I can tell them about me, but you make it a lot harder to get their attention." he said as he stood over me and looked down. His smirk only growing as he watched my cheeks flush. "Wow. You really are Mr. Golden boy." I said rolling my eyes as I mockingly bent my index and middle finger up in down. I tried to make it seem like I didn't have any interest even though that is a lie. If I'm being honest, I wanted to see where he was going with this. "Hey, no need to be sarcastic. All I want to do is get to know you. And maybe possibly make you my girlfriend." He said with his green eyes piercing through me. His smirk getting bigger and bigger as his ego grew. Not going to lie, I found his boldness quite attractive. "Bold. It's gonna take more than some smooth talk for me to like you, you know." I said slightly getting in his face before pushing passed him. I walked a couple of feet in front of him. "Alright. If you wanna play that way. How about, you join me at lunch today? You can meet my friends and get to know me. Then from then on you can decide if you wanna give me a chance." He offered as he jogged up to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder once again. The feeling of euphoria traveling through my skin. "I'll think about it." I said smirking. "Alright. It's a deal." He looked at me with his green eyes. His face inching away from mine. His lips getting closer and closer to me as he never broke his eye contact. My body tingled. He sent shivers down my spine. Almost as if he's trying to seduce me. The bell rang as student flooded the hallway, many bumping into him knocking him back a bit. I rolled my eyes as we both walked forward. "Just so you know, you haven't won anything yet, sweetheart." he glared at me, his low voice humming in my ear. "We'll see about that. And don't call me sweetheart." I smirked as he chuckled and continued to show me around the rest of this new playground I would be calling school soon.