Chapter 1
Sophia's POV
Beep, beep, beep! My annoying alarm clock went. I opened my kaleidoscope eyes, which were still heavy, since I had been woken up so early, still tired.
Then it hit me. It was my first day at my new school in a new house, new city, and new state. I had moved from Los Angeles after my grandfather had died. I remembered It like yesterday…
*Flashback*
I was in the hospital waiting patiently with my younger twin siblings, Jasper and Joslyn who were both 6 years old.
I had a worried look plastered on my face. I mean, who wouldn't after seeing your only grandfather have a heart attack, right in front of you. I tried not to show my nervousness in front of my siblings who were just as terrified.
My mom then came in with her beautiful, brow, long hair flowing behind her. Her kaleidoscope eyes, which matched mine; I admit she was gorgeous, even in the most simple clothing. I wasn't surprised about this, since she was once a model, but now had a famous clothing line.
She looked at me sadly with her beautiful eyes, with tears threatening to release. I knew then what had happened to my grandfather.
My body began to shake as the tears exploded from my eyes. My siblings soon followed, realizing what had happened. My father came out of the room my grandfather had died in. He comforted my mother whose eyes were exploding with drops of water.
I had never seen her cry like this; in fact I had never actually seen her cry ONCE. Though, I didn't blain her. She had just lost her father. I knew he would be missed.
My grandfather was famous, so I wouldn't be surprised. People didn't believe me when I claimed he was Tristan Mclean. Yes the Tristan Mclean. The old man who once played a big role in the Spartan movie; the one who had muscles that could make women melt. Yes, that was him.
But now he was dead, and only a memory.
"Sophia Thalia Natalie Grace! Get down here right now," my mother hollered at me, ruining my train of thought
I groaned as got out of bed, or at least tried to. I tripped on a brown box attempting get off my plush bed.
I walked down the stairs of my new house to the first floor, excluding the basement. I was wearing my light grey shirt, neon green line, and neon shorts to match it.
I also wore my black heart earrings, my black moustache necklace, and black moustache double finger ring. On my feet I had black oxford shoes, lined with neon green. I also wore a light grey beanie hat and neon bracelet.
I also included a grey backpack lined with neon green to match the outfit. (An: Link neon_trees/set?id=72394209
My hair was down, with my light brown curls cascading down my back. It bounced as I walked down the stairs.
When I arrived there I was greeted with wide, sparkly teethed smiles from my parents and a very confused set of twins who eyed my parents. I found it odd and I was very curious to ask so I decided to interrogate them.
"What's going on with you two? Why do you look so happy? What's going on?" I asked curiously and quickly. My father answered with an even wider grin showing of his pearly whites, while my mother answered.
"We're just excited today," she said plainly. "First day of school, you know!" Though I was curious I remembered I need to get to school, and I didn't feel like being late on my first day, so I left.
I arrived in school just on time. I was happy to be there. Though, it was partially because I had finally gotten of the cruddy bus.
I walked to the main office where I was greeted by a plump woman. She had short brown hair that had bits of gray and blue eyes that sparkled. She seemed pretty nice to me.
"Hello dear, what may I help you with?" She said sweetly with her voice as soft as butter. "I'm new here, and I'm here to get my schedule," I replied. She began asked me my name and I replied at the nice women. She gave me my schedule shortly after and told me to wait over there, as she pointed to an area near a fountain. "Your guide will be here shortly," she said.
I went to the area she had gestured to and sat in a low chair when a boy rushed in. My heart stumbled, and tripped over my ribs as I my rainbow eyes met his.
If I had to words to describe him, they would be knock out. And those two words fit him perfectly. The boy was handsome.
He had short raven black hair, and stormy grey eyes. I continue staring at the orbs when I realized he was staring back at me.
Our never ending staring contest was interrupting when the plump women yelled out "Mr. Jackson, would you please stop staring at that girl and help her with her schedule."
His cheeks turned a deep red as I imagined mine the same shade. He walked over to me and said "I assume your Sofia," with a cute, lopsided smile. I nodded, avoiding his eyes. His voice was like heaven, smooth, and beautiful.
"SOFIA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU JUST MET THE GUY," my mind yelled at me.
"But he's so cute," the other side of me replied.
"BUT YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM," the other side yelled back.
As I my mind fought, I hadn't realized he'd been talking to me until he started waving his hand in my face yelling "Anybody there?"
I blushed and apologized. "S-sorry, lost in thought," I said flustered.
"Come on, let's go," he said with another one of his mesmerizing smiles nodding his head to the right, gesturing me to move. "I'm Logan by the way."