Chapter 1: Late
(Mel POV)
Where is it? Ohmygod where is it?!
'MEL WE'RE GONNA BE LATE C'MON!' Wanda screamed up the stairs as she waited by the open door…I caught site of our usual school bus pulled up just outside my bedroom window as I continued to search for my class schedule, that was emailed to me last week. Our usual bus driver was pissed, nothing new there. Blaring the busses horn all because we're two minutes late, already a great start to the first day back at school. I just hope he waits and doesn't drive off.
As if by some miracle I spotted the crumpled piece of paper, underneath my laptop, that holds my future courses for this year, I bolt downstairs and out the door, ignoring the annoyed expression on Wanda's face.
After we managed to secure two seats together on the bus before the driver decided to leave us behind, Wanda turned on me, like I knew she would.
'You know, this isn't the best start to our first day back, we would have both gotten a late slip ya'know. You promised your mom you were going to try and get it together this year..'
'I know I know Wanda jeez. I got this speech from Jamie too.' Sighing, I interrupted her; I'm definitely not in the mood to be lectured at this morning. It was bad enough to have had this conversation with my younger brother, Jamie, last night.
So what if last year I was rebellious and was in detention more days than I wasn't? This is a whole new year… I promised myself when we left last summer that I didn't want to be that person anymore... why won't anyone believe me?
Wanda's always been a model student, 3.9 GPA (would be 4.0 but she spends so much time in after-school-clubs she rarely has time to study). She's been that way ever since she moved in with us 2 years ago after her parents got into that car accident. No one talks about it, but I know Wanda's just using anything to take her mind off of it, including school, making me look like the worst student in the world by trying to maintain my average 2.8 GPA.
But all that's going to change this year, I'm taking a leaf out of Wanda's impeccably organised book and putting all my focus on the important things.
We spent the rest of the 10 minute bus ride in silence, I knew she was annoyed at me but she'd be over it by the time we reached school. Wanda can never stay mad at anyone for long.
(Wanda's POV)
I left Mel when we got to school to go to my locker, no longer annoyed I said I'd meet her for lunch like we normally did when she didn't have detention, hopefully she wouldn't get herself into any trouble on the first day at least.
I went through my locker again and again, making sure everything was in the right place, and all of my folders and books were in order for when I'd need them today.
I quickly raked my fingers through the mess of blonde curls falling below my shoulders and glanced in the mirror attached to the inside of my locker door, my hair was its usual mess. It didn't help that people had the tendency to ruffle it up even more whenever I said something funny or 'cute'.
I grabbed the books I'd need for English and Chemistry.
As I closed my locker and turned to make my way to my first lesson I froze, my gaze was met with two piercing green eyes from across the hall. He held my attention for what seemed like minutes, or was it seconds? I quickly looked away, a blush rising to my cheeks and started walking hastily to English class.
Who was that? Why was he staring at me? How long had he been staring at me for?
I made my way to the back of the classroom, my usual spot by the window, and shook my head trying to clear it of those emerald eyes and the questions that followed. I stared at the front of the class thinking over the book we were told we would be studying this semester.
My thoughts on English didn't last long as the same guy from the hall tentatively walked into the classroom and headed for Mr Davis at the front of the class. Who is he? What is he doing here?
Watching them speak in hushed tones, I managed to subtly see beyond his bright eyes; he had dark brown, almost coppery, wavy hair across his forehead, which only seemed to heighten the green in his eyes. He was dressed in a simple fitted black tee with dark blue jeans… he had muscle, but not in an obvious 'I show off to impress girls' kind of way.
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I take in his appearance, I quickly avert my gaze as he and Mr Davis turned towards the rest of the room.
'Class, this is our new transfer student Bernard Russell' transfer student? 'Please take a seat and everyone take out your books to begin the class' Mr Davis finished as the bell rang.
Bernard scanned the room for a seat. Luckily I occupied one of the single tables which only allowed one student a seat…. The table next to me however had a seat available which was a mere two feet away.
I shook my head again and turned to my note book, not caring which seat the new guy picked. I kept my head down throughout the lesson, only when the finishing bell sounded did I look up to see his back and copper hair as he exited the room. Taking a deep breath and putting this all behind me, I did the same.
