St. James High School, oh the bane of my existence. I've been going here since last year and how I hate it. It's your typical high school with its usual cliques, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the stoners, the invisible, then there is me, the outcast. When I was younger, I thought high school was suppose to be the place where I find myself, make lots of friends, go to prom with a cute guy, graduate and go to college with my friends. Let's just say those ideas are just hope and fantasy, reality is much worse. Since coming to this school, I have been bullied, pranked, shoved and anything else you can imagine. I try to keep to myself and stay out of everyone's way and focus on my studies because that is the only way I'm going to get out of this hellhole alive.
I hoist my bookbag up and walk through the doors just as the first bell rings, which means I have exactly five minutes to get to my locker, exchange my english and calculus books for my chemistry and history books and get to class. When I reach my locker, I open it and shove my books in. I'm just about to leave and head to class when someone shoves me hard in the back, making me hit the locker, bruising my already sore shoulder. " Watch were your going bitch." Natalia, the head cheerleader, and my worst tormentor says angrily. I turn to face her and give her an eye roll and start to walk away. Natalia Moore is beautiful with long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, a body most men find irresistible, and she knows it. Rumor has it that she is making her way all the football players this year, what a slut. Every girl wants to be her and every guy wants to bang her. Shaking my head I make it to class and I am in my seat just as the late bell rings.
Mrs. Sherman, our history teacher starts taking roll. I pull out my notebook and text getting everything when the door slams open and the most gorgeous boy walks in. I swear its like I'm watching him move in slow motion, you know like they do in all those teen movies from the nineties and the light illuminates his masculine features. Light brown hair cut short on the sides and long on the top. Silky, the kind of hair I just want to run my hands through, just to feel if it is as soft as it looks. He hands Mrs. Sherman a note and turns toward the class and I swear I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips to get some moisture on my now dry lips. "Well class it looks like we have a new student this year, everyone please give a warm welcome to Mr. Zane Wesley. You may take a seat in the back, we were about to get started on our lesson for the day." Mrs. Sherman says and points to the seat right next to me. I scrunch down a little in my chair, trying to hide my red cheeks and pray that my heart slows down before I have a heart attack. I keep my eyes focused on my notebook as he walks toward me and sits down. I feel a prickly feeling at my right and I know that he is staring at me. I dare to take a peek at him, our eyes meet and everything else falls away and its just me and him. It feels like time stands still. He has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They are light blue like the sky and I can feel their pull. He gives me a small smile then turns his head to face the front. Suddenly, everything goes back into focus, realizing I missed half of what the teacher was saying. God, I'm such an idiot. Getting my breathing under control I try to focus on the rest of the class without looking at Zane. Class seems to be dragging on until finally the bell rings noting the end of class. I put my book and notepad away, zip my bookbag and stand, ready to get out of this class and away from the beautiful boy on my right.
"Hey there, I'm Zane, what's your name?" Zane says. Oh god, his voice is like honey, smooth with a hint of a northern accent. I turn to face him shyly and keep my eyes on my feet as I say "Karlie." Then I proceed to walk out, urging my irratic heart to slow down. He will be like everyone else, I can't trust him, I can't trust anyone and make my escape to my next class.