"Great." I mumbled as I folded my blue schedule up and stuffed it in my pocket. It was my first day at a new high school and even better it was my senior year. I was hoping to finish up high school in Pennsylvania where I actually had a life and friends, but no. Things never worked out for me. I was stuck here after only a month of my senior year back at my old school.
Everyone here had friends. Everyone here had a person to sit with at lunch and someone to walk to class with. I was alone. And I didn't like the feeling. I glanced at my hand where I had written my locker number and combination. Looking back up at the locker, I sighed. This was the right one. It looked as if the janitors had tried to clean of the sharpie graffiti but had failed. It took about three times of combination-spinning to finally open my locker, which lacked the same cleanliness the outside did. The office had done the job of collecting my needed books for class, so I threw some of those into my new locker.
Out of nowhwere, I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped, turning to face the person behind me. When I whipped my head around I hit it on the open door of my locker. A few people around me snickered. I let out a groan and rubbed the side of my head with my long fingers, avoiding eye contact with my peers.
"Oh my gosh! Sorry about that," shrieked the girl who had caused me to turn around in surprise. She was pretty with short, blonde hair and a bright smile along with glossed lips. Her eyes were bright blue and her face seemed blemish free. I felt a little self-conscious looking at her. She had obviously took much more time and effort when it came to taking care of her appearance, which I did not.
I laughed and shook my head. "It's fine," I said, shutting my locker. "Don't worry about it."
"So, you're new?" She asked me, rebalancing her books in her arms. "Everyone's talking about it. We live in such a small town. You know, we never really get new people."
I tilted my head. "Yeah, I moved here from Pennsylvania."
"That's cool," she said, giving me a small smile. "My dad loves the Steelers."
"So does mine."
"Anyways, since you're causing such a commotion, I wanted to be the first one to meet you. You know, get to you before all these other idiots try to claim you as their friend." She made it sound as if I was a peice of land to be conquered. "I'm Angelina, by the way. But I like to be called Nina."
"Nice to meet you, Alex."
"You too. Well I should get going to my first class, I'll see you later?" I said, questioningly. Before she could respond I turned on the heel of my foot and set off down the hallway. I felt kind of bad for just leaving Nina after she had been so nice to me. Today just wasn't my day, and I was feeling a bit antisocial.
I glanced over my shoulder. Nina had drifted to a group of girls and seemed fine chatting away with them. I could understand why. She had this demeanor where you could tell she knew she was pretty and had a lot of friends, but she was also generous and kind. I silently wished that I was more like that.
I rounded the corner of the hallway, glancing at my schedule, attempting to find room 1618. To my surprise, I collided with something hard. At first I thought I had walked straight into a wall. That thought was short lived when I realized that walls were not soft and somewhat warm. I looked up to see I had walked straight into the back of some guy with dark brown hair and a green sweatshirt. Confused, he turned around and gave me a strange look. The two guys he was talking to laughed into their fists and tried to avoid eye-contact with me. The brown-haired boy smirked. "Sorry for being in your way."
I blushed. Of course, two embarrassing things had happened to me in all about twenty minutes. Just my luck. "Uh..." I stuttered. "I was just...lost," I felt my cheeks turn a violent shade of red. "And I wasn't paying attention..." My voice trailed off as I gestured pathetically to my schedule and dropped my gaze.
The cute boy gave me a smile. He glanced back at his friends. "You must be the new girl." He said approvingly. His friends stopped laughing. "Let me see your schedule." He said holding out his palm. I placed the folded blue paper in his hand. He scanned it quickly. "Ah," he said, flicking the paper. "You have math first period with Ms. Peterson. Funny, me too. I'll walk you there."
"You're really in my class?" I raised an eyebrow.
He laughed. "No, but I wish." The boy winked. "Lucky for you, my class is that way though. Walk with me?"
I nodded in agreement. The boy dismissed his friends and set off down the hallway with me. "What's your name?" He asked, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder.
"Alexandria Mitchell. But call me Alex, please."
He nodded. "I'm Daniel. But you can call me Danny." He said with a wink. Was he flirting with me? I shook the throught from my head. Please, Alex, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
"So, Danny," I said, watching my step as I saw a fallen poster on the ground ahead. I didn't want a third embarrsing thing to happen. I usually wasn't clumsy. Unless I was nervous, that is. When I got nervous my senses went haywire. "Is this school any good."
He shrugged. "It's okay. Nothing exciting ever happens in this town though."
Great, I thought to myself with sarcasm. A boring town. Just what I need.
The day had passed by quickly. I already had tons of homework, but it was easy. In Philadelphia, they were ahead of this school's curriculum. I took my homework out to the back Patio. Sitting down on a lawn chair, I laid my head back for a moment to take in the fading summer breeze. Virginia seemed to be a lot nicer than Philadelphia, mainly because this town was much less developed.
"Enjoying the weather?"
My eyes shot open and scanned the yard for a face to match with the voice. Finally, after frantic searching, I saw Andrew leaning against the brown, wooden fence. Dried white paint was splattered all over his rough hands and his brown hair was hidden under a cap, with little pieces sticking out here and there. He smiled at me.
I jumped off the lawn chair and wandered over to the fence. "It's nice out." I complimented, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not a big fan of this place, but I might as well learn to love the nice parts, right?" I said.
Andrew laughed. "It's not so bad here. I've lived in this town almost all my life. I lived in downtown, though. Bethany and I just bought this house six months ago."
"Ah, Bethany," I said nodding. "She's...sweet." I forced a smile onto my face.
He shrugged. "Sometimes."
I raised an eyebrow and he gave me a sly smile. "Bethany wanted to invite your family to dinner tonight. Would you be so kind as to accept our offer?" He said, taking off his cap and putting it over his heart as he bowed and looked up at me.
I laughed as I put a finger to my lips. "Why yes, I would indeed be so kind." I courtseyed in response and continued to laugh, not being able to keep a serious face.
It couldn't be that bad, right?
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Its Wrong, But it Feels RightRomance
Alexandria Mitchell just wanted to live a happy, normal life at her new school in a new state. But when she's caught in a web of lies and danger, living a normal life becomes harder than expected. With her engaged math teacher as her new neighbor, h...