Chapter One
I just moved here, Arkadia was the name of this town, I guess it's nice. My mom got a job in security at the local hospital. It doesn't pay a lot so we live in a really shitty part of town. From what I hear, there is a lot of crime, I was told to stay away from a man named Pike. Apparently he runs the local drug ring in my new neighborhood.
It is my first day at Arkadia High, it's safe to say that I really don't want to go, but of course my mother is making me. I am a junior this year and luckily I only missed the first week of this school year.
I didn't know what I was going to ware, but I needed to figure it out fast, I had about an hour before I needed to be at the school. I pulled some baggie jeans and skin tight band shirt I got at an Otep show a few years ago. The shirt showed enough of my arms that you could see the bottom of my tattoo. My mom was pissed when she found out about it; I got it at a party. Everyone was high and drunk, well everyone but the guy doing the tattoos. I paid ten bucks for it, it was a good deal.
I throw on my headphones, playing so Halestorm, for my walk to school. Granted the school was only a five minute walk, I just didn't want anyone to talk to me, I'm kind of anti-social.
After I got my schedule I wondered around until I found my first class, English, my favorite class! I walked up to my new teacher, Titus. He wanted us to call him by his first name.
"Why don't you tell the class a little about yourself, starting with your name?" Titus asked me.
I turned around and faced everyone, "Hello, my name is Lexa Woods, I just moved here for Polis. I like metal music and I'm a writer." I stopped talking and started walking to the only desk not occupied. The desk was right next to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, she looked over at me and smiled.
She had an amazing smile, one that could light up the world. She had blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes that I could get lost in. "Hey, I'm Clarke Griffin." Her voice was like honey. She extended her hand out to me to shake, I took her hand. Her skin was so soft, unlike my rough hands, I never wanted to let go.
I sat in at my desk, Titus was talking, but I didn't hear a thing he said. I couldn't stop thinking about Clarke's soft hands and her voice of honey. I want to get to know her; I normally don't want to talk to anyone. I normally stay to myself, do my work, and blare my music. But I have to get know her.
Clarke pulled her desk closer to mine, "We are reading Catcher in the Rye, you can read along with me if you'd like." She smiled at me as I nodded, distracted at the closeness of her. I didn't read a word of the book; luckily I had a copy at home that I could read. The class came to an end, I stood to leave, Clarke stopped me to ask if I'd like to eat lunch with her and her friends later, I agreed, partly because I didn't know anyone at this school, but mainly because, just in this short amount of time, I have managed to get a crush on a girl that is most likely straight.
Clarke and I had the next few classes' together, math and history; we didn't have a chance to talk. Math was not my strongest subject but I was great with history. Clarke looked so pretty when she was concentrating. The class was taking a test today, the teacher, Gustus, didn't make me take it, he had me read the chapters on World War II. I already learned about this, but I didn't mind reading about it some more.