Chapter 1:

Who knew steps could be so beneficial?

"I want to go to a normal high school I can't always just have a private tutor," I spat,mocking no one other than myself as I walked up the steps of Westbrook High.

People gave curious glances toward me,looking for who I was talking to but only looked away with looks of worry when they found out I was talking to myself. And for that,I mentally kicked myself. I didn't need to appear more abnormal than I already was. 'I knew I should have reconsidered! I knew it! I knew it! I kn-' My thought process was cut short when all of sudden,but not surprisingly I ran into something that was hard as a rock and that sent me backwards. I could really feel the weight of the messenger bag now as it pulled me down from the second step from the porch,my arms flailed out in desperate attempt to try and catch myself while my jacket,Zune, and book I had been holding went directly to where I was fixing to go. I was only bracing myself for the impact that was sure to come,but instead of feeling pressure where I had hit the concrete,I felt a pressure on my right wrist. I had squeezed my eyes so tight preparing myself for the fall that it took a minute before they came back into focus,and that's when I saw why I hadn't cracked my skull open.

Apparently it wasn't a brick wall like I had suspected,but a guy that I had run into. And he was the only thing holding me back from falling to the ground and visiting the hospital. he had a hold of my wrist with both of his hands,but he seemed like he was only using both so no one would call him a show-off. "Um,er,Thank you?" I say not really meaning for it to come out as a question,I was thankful,but it just seemed odd that a person could have that quick of reflex.

But he only gave a slight grin and pulled me up onto the step where he was standing and into him effortlessly. "Your welcome," was all he said. But,that's all he had to say. His voice was,what I think,could be compared to that of which a fan girl would faint over. Or,at least,to me. And I felt the color and the temperature rise in my cheeks. Boy,would my dad be proud,he's been complaining that I act to much like a guy,too bad he missed this one moment of girly-ness. I was pulled away from my thoughts when a heard a shrill laugh break through the loud conversations of the rest of the students standing on the steps. She was a light colored brunette that had,what a assumed,the uniform top of a Westbrook cheerleader on and a skirt that couldn't possibly be in dress code on. She was laughing and pointing in my direction,and when it appeared she had regained her composure she yelled to any one willing to listen, " Hey,look! Looks like Wes Crayven finally found the perfect dead girlfriend!". Some of the jocks on the steps near her fueled her goading by laughing,if it was possible,more obnoxiously then her. The thought of 'accidently' knocking her over the banister came across my mind,but decided I didn't need to get in trouble my first day.

Up until that time I hadn't realized I was so close to him,though he wasn't paying attention to me,he was sending dagger glares at the cheerleader while she held that smug smile on her face,so he really didn't acknowledge that I had pulled away from him. But he paid no mind,his attention was on the girl. "Very amusing Stacey,but I'm surprised you even know of the writer." Even with my back towards him as I walked down the steps to retrieve my belongings I could tell that there was a smile in his voice.

" Shows how much you know! He wasn't real!" The cheerleader,who I assume was Stacey countered,or at least tried to... When she came out with that line I was bending down to grab my stuff,but instead I had to use the hand I was going to retrieve with to try and keep myself from not falling over in laughter.One thing was clear at this point: It was going to be an interesting year.

It took a few minutes,but once I was sure I wasn't going to fall over I retrieved my things,my Zune was fine but my jacket was covered with footprints where people didn't even bother to try and avoid it. And as I turn to make my way up the steps once more when I caught a good glance of the guy who had saved me from a trip to the nurse's office. He was HOT!!

I mean,um,he seemed nice...

Oh who was I kidding!! The guy (in my opinion) was hot! Sure he was very pale considering he lived here in sunny California,but it fit him some how. The sharp contrast between his raven black hair color to his snowy white skin was a little shocking,but it fit,strangely enough. You could tell he was very thin,the shirt he wore proclaimed 'Avenge SevenFold' with their standard skull with wings,black jeans that seemed to be hanging on with only a studded belt,and black Doc Martens to top it all off. His hair was,what I guess you could say in an 'emo' style. It was short and spiked in the back,but long enough to cover his eyes in the front,if he didn't have it pushed back. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were,they were covered with fairly dark sunglasses,but even then I could tell that they were dancing with enjoyment as he watched Stacey look frantically to her clique. They only fidgeted and coughed in awkward silence. The smile had long since faded and a devilish little smirk took it's place.

"What ever,it doesn't matter. Why don't you do us all a favor and just go crawl in a grave and bury yourself!" Stacey replied to his smirk,her tone was irritated and her face seemed like it was going to turn beet red.

He was about to come back with something when the first bell summoned us all into the school. But that was just a formality,the only reason he stopped was because she quickly pivoted on her heel and,with her nose in the air, and sashaed her way into the school. he turned back one last time to look at me,give me a smirk and then make his way into the high school. Oh yeah,I was definitely going to enjoy this year.