LEA'S POV

The first thing I noticed was that everything was symmetrical. I know...I'm weird.

Holmes Chapel looked like something you'd get in a postcard at Christmas. Each house was big, but not massive. Every single garden was kept in immaculate condition. There wasn't a piece of litter to be seen around the place. I could already tell that I wasn't going to like it here.

"You ready sweetheart?" My mom asked, as I heaved my bag to the front door. I nodded in response and held my breath in anticipation.

I can't say that I was blown away. It was a nice house, nothing special. Our last one in LA was much more impressive. This one was...quaint.

We moved all the way over to England because of a job offer my mom got. Apparently it was "too good of an opportunity to let down". Personally I think she just wanted to get away. LA was filled with too many memories, memories we'd both rather forget.

I secured the room on the right side of the house. It was pretty nice, to be honest. The creamy walls complimented the darkened wood of the desk and wardrobe. The double bed in the middle looked like a big marshmallow.

I readied myself to take a huge jump on it, when my mom called me from downstairs. Figures. A disappointing moment for a disappointing day.

"What is it mom?" I asked, trying my best not to sound rude. She still thinks I resent her for making us move. I don't, I really don't. I'm just having a hard time adjusting.

"I'm going to start dinner straight away. I think we could both use something to eat, eh? I was wondering if you would run by the store and pick up some peas? You might like to explore the neighborhood a bit"

I grimaced slightly, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Please Lea, at least...try. You can take my car?" She suggested, holding out the keys. I sighed reluctantly but grabbed them from her hand.

Just like everything else here, the store wasn't anything special. In fact, it was infuriating. I scoured the counter everywhere but I still couldn't find the damn peas. When my eyes eventually landed on them at the end of the aisle, I didn't hesitate.

I charged full speed for them, not noticing when I slammed right into someone's back. I toppled back and landed on the ground. The guy turned around and smirked at me.

Well this is just perfect. And worse...this guy is really hot.

"Eh...you okay?" he chuckled, helping me up. I nodded in response, hoping my cheeks weren't red at this point.

"Uh..sorry, I didn't see anyone, I was kind of focused-"

"On these?" He smirked, holding up the bag of peas.

"Thanks" I smiled, embarrassed, and grabbed the bag from his hands.

"I'm Cole"

"Lea"

"So, are you new here?" He asked.

"What gave it away?" I laughed.

"Oh I dunno, the accent, the confusion in the store, you not knowing who I am"

"Should I know who you are?" I asked, amused at his cockiness.

"Well, everyone at school does. You'll see. When you starting?" He winked.

"Tomorrow" I groaned, hating to remember that fact.

"Well, I'll see you there pea-girl. And remember, always look both ways before you charge for vegetables" He smirked, walking away.

"Thanks, I'll remember that" I laughed, turning away in embarrassment.

Okay, so maybe this day wasn't so bad after all. As I drove back home I started imagining what school would be like. If the popular kids are as nice as Cole, well then maybe I might not be invisible this year. Because that's what I've always been. Invisible. I guess it goes back to my childhood when-

I was interrupted from my thoughts when a ball flew out onto the road in front of me. I slammed down hard on the brakes, resulting in a ear-piercing screech. Thankfully, nothing got damaged. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for whosever ball that was.

I threw upon my door and stormed out of the car, picking up the football.

"Hey sweet cheeks, mind handing that back?" A voice said behind me.

I swiveled around to see a teenage boy with curly hair standing there. Four other guys were near him, all of them attractive too. Holy God, was every boy here extremely hot?

"That's all you have to say? This ball nearly killed me" I snapped back at him. They looked kind of taken back, I'm guessing not many people have called them out before.

"That's a bit dramatic. Just throw us the ball and try not to break a nail" the curly guy said patronizingly, earning a snigger from his friends.

I narrowed my eyes and frowned at him. I walked towards him and very forcefully slammed the ball into his chest. He stepped back with the impact. I earned a wave of approving "waheyy"s from his friends behind us.

"You're feisty. I like that. What's your name sweet cheeks?" The curly guy winked at me. I grimaced and turned back to my car. I know his type. I'm all too familiar with guys like him.

"Hey lighten up babe" He called after me. I started my car up and rolled down the window.

"Just take a bit more care when playing in the street" I said, also patronizingly and drove off, feeling pretty proud of myself.