In America

Summery: Jamey was just sitting in her Spanish class when her life changed forever. A boy with no memory, secrets that will turn her world upside down, and great jet-black hair walks into her life. Now she's on the adventure of her life to help him get his memory back. Along the way she'll find the boy of her dreams and so much more.

Chapter One

I was sitting in my Spanish class when my life changed forever. It was a very boring class, the school year had only just started and there we were, doing reviews. Hablar, to speak, Nadar, to swim, it was endless. For the last five minutes I had zoned out, drawing a witch's hat on my paper well the teacher went on and on about the answers. I'm usually a good student, Spanish is just so boring and it was only first period.

Then it happened, the event that would change my life forever, the door opened and a fifteen-year-old boy walked it. At least, that's how old he looked, I couldn't be sure. He was rather squawky, though in a kind of boy next-door kind of way. The thing that caught my eye was his eyes; they were emerald green and beautiful. I had always wanted eyes like them to match my not-really-red-but-sort-of-brown-blond hair.

That was another thing that I noticed, his hair was so hot. It had this windswept look, like he had just been speeding down the highway in one of those really cool red sports cars. Except he didn't look like the sports car type, he didn't look like any type of boy I had every seen.

It seemed I was not the only one to notice his entrance, for the entire class was now looking at him. The boy shifted uneasily, it was obvious he wasn't use to a class of thirty high school kids looking at him. Luckily the teacher had looked up too when he had entered.

"Hola," she said, it was not unusual for a student to interrupt class, she was use to this. "Can I help you?"

"Err, yes," the boy said, I noticed he had an English accent, which worked really well with his great looks. "I'm the new student."

"Can I see your schedule?" She said, and he handed it over.

"My guidance teacher said to ask a girl named Jamey for help, as she's in all my classes."

I went red, me, he was talking about me. Why would she do this? I was on pretty good terms with my guidance teacher and she sometimes asked favors, such as giving my English teacher the homecoming queen voting papers, but this. She had total just set me up, but somehow I didn't really mind.

The whole class had now taken to looking at me, which only made me blush more.

"Oh, really, that's unusual, well, then I'll put you in the desk next to her. Jamey raises your hand. Good, you'll set next to her."

He smiled at me; I didn't think I could get any redder.

"Well, we only have about a minute left, so, since you're up here, why don't you introduce yourself."

"Oh, well sure," he said, though he looked like he'd rather go through orthodontia or something. "My name is err… James. I think I'm from England. I'm about 15, I think. Err… I think that's all I know."

The class stared at him.

"I was in an accident about a month ago," he explained, "I lost my memory."

The class was still staring at him.

"Oh, well, I'm very sorry. Why don't you take your seat and you can talk amongst yourselves till the bell rings."

The teacher when over to her desk. It was obvious she had never had to deal with anyone like this boy, James, before.

"Hello."

He was standing in front of my desk, smiling at me.

"Um… Hi, I'm Jamey, Jamey Glandy. So, you're in all my classes?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Oh, well it work out that way and then the teacher, I think she called herself a counselor-"

"Guidance counselor you mean."

"Yes, well she said that since I was already in all your classes, you might as well help me find my way around. I hope you don't mind, I'm really lost."

"Oh, I don't mind," I said, actually I really didn't mind. Getting to spend all my time with this really hot English guy, who didn't know anything about high school life and how he shouldn't hang out with me if he wanted to be popular, it was a dream come true. I smiled back at him; this was going to be a lot of fun.