The Dark Turns to Light

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2:

Brandon's POV

"Here's your locker card and schedule, honey; I hope you like our school and make a bunch of new friends today!" the office lady said politely.

"Thanks," I smiled at her, then walked away heading toward where the map I was given said my locker was.

I'm Brandon Foster. I'm new to this school... Actually, I'm from California, so I've never even been to this hillbilly state called Alabama. So far, I don't see why people always make fun of it. The people here have a ton of hospitality!

When I reached my locker, I noticed it was larger than the one at my old school. It was not a top nor bottom one... Rather a full-sized locker! I'm going to enjoy not having books dropped on my heads and vice versa.

As I thought about the differences between my old school and this one, someone walked up to the locker beside mine. I turned to look at the person beside me and was shocked to see the most beautiful girl I had ever lay eyes on. Wow, that was cheesy... But it's very much true! She had hair that was straight and flowed down  pas her shoulder blades. The color seemed to be stuck between blonde and brunette. Her eyes were a striking light green that looked like the color of grass in the Spring. Her complexion was lighter than any I had seen in California, but it made her look all the more beautiful. The dress she wore fit her perfectly and hugged her curvy waist; when it hit her hips, it flowed into a bell shape. Her boots were a tan color which made her legs look like she'd never stepped foot in the sun.

"Umm... Hi; you must be the hot- I mean, the new guy. I'm Maegan. What's your name?" Her voice had a Southern twang to it that fit her outward appearance. Not that she looked like a backwoods creeper... Just that I found her voice amazing!

"Maegan..." Oh shoot! I didn't mean to say that! God dangit, I sounded stupid. Talk, dummy; don't just stand there!! "Oh, sorry. I'm Brandon; yeah, I'm the new guy." Gosh, I just blew my chances. She probably thinks I'm a dork now.

It was the bell that brought me back to reality.

"Hey, do you mind if I take a look at your schedule?" she asked with that melodic voice. I handed her the paper and watched her examine it. If we don't have classes together, I'm gonna be a bit upset.

"So? We have any classes together?" I said in a pathetic tone.

"Ha, yeah. All but one- Third. You have P.E., and I have BioMed."

"Sweet! So shall we head to first now?" Yet again, pathetic.

"We shall," she smiled with her pearly white teeth. I actually am starting to like this girl. And I just met her. When we arrived to our first class together- World History- everyone was talking. There were two open seats in the back. 'Wow, this is getting theatrical...' I thought to myself.

"Wait, sir," a man who must be the teacher said. "You must be Mr. Foster. Welcome to my class! Everyone, say hi to our new student." This is embarrassing.... All I heard was a groan that didn't sound like a hi, but whatever. Didn't need a hi anyway.

"Thanks Mr..." I looked at my schedule, "Stewart."

"Could you please take a seat by Miss Watson?" Ughh. Not by Maegan. "Maegan, raise your hand, please."

'Thank God' I thought as I made my way over to a smiling Maegan. Her smile made me smile bigger than I already was.

I looked around the room to see all the girls gawking at her which caused a red tint to glow on her already rosy cheeks. I chose not to say anything to save her from a little more embarrassment.

Mr. Stewart started talking about World War II; as much as this topic fascinated me, everything went in one ear and out the other for I couldn't stop thinking about Maegan.

RING, RING, RING went the bell.

"We have art now, so let me go by my locker, and we can head down there together," Maegan said at an almost whispering tone. I followed her, and we talked about how I lived in California. My old school, my home, how close I was to Hollywood... She's never been to California, so she had many questions that I had to problem answering.

Maegan's POV

"I've never been out of the South, so California just sounds so fascinating!" I said to Brandon; wow, that's kind of embarrassing...

"You've never been out of the South?!" Yepp... Shouldn't have said that.

"Haha, nope. The farthest north I've been is South Carolina, and the farthest west I've been is Louisiana."

"Wow. I've been all over the place!"

"Well, we don't really have the money. Plus, my dad-" I paused. I couldn't tell him about my dad. I haven't even know this kid a day! I'm not ready to open up to him; I haven't even told my best friends yet, "is always at work." I lied. My dad is NEVER at work. He's always home ready to beat Michael and I to a pulp.

"Oh, well, okay then." He said as we walked into the art room.

"Okay, so we're working on the potter's wheel; I'm just gonna leave you to talk to Mr.Stusy."

"Mr.Stusy....?" He sounded a bit confused.

"Oh, yeah. His name is super weird, but he's pretty cool. Just... don't be stupid. You don't wanna be on his bad side."

"Works for me! I guess I'll see ya at the potter's wheel," he winked at me and walked away. I felt my heart stop. My breath got stuck in my throat until he walked far enough away that I could no longer smell his cologne (which was quite strong, and I could smell it from 10 feet away). The scent was intoxicating. I wonder what kind it was; it smelled familiar...