Chapter 1
Golden God
I looked down the crowded hallways, on this my first day of school, with absolutely no keenness what so ever. "Oh boy, now won't this be fun?" I said to myself in sarcasm. This wasn't my real first day, although I could have fooled anybody, nobody takes a second look at me, in fact I don't think they see me at all. But no, not the first day ever, justthe first day of the school year, well my first day of the school year. The real first day was yesterday. But I avoided that with a cold.
I found my locker okay. Ironically as it is, it happens to be the same beat up one I had last year, and the year before that. And of course it's located in the most trashy, disgusting hallway in the far back of the school. The hallway by which is over populated by the supposedly 'lower-class.' People who are hardly noticed as any other then losers and newbis. People like me. Somehow I knew, well figured, that I'd have this locker. So I left my backpack and last year's supplies in it. Boy I can only imagine how screwed I would've been if I didn't get that locker.
I looked down at my schedule just as the bell rang. I had physical education as my first period. And as if that didn't suck enough, I ended up with coach Waytts. Out of all the coaches he was the most brutal. The second bell rang, as I hurried off to class, in fear of being late. Not because of any punishment I could get, but because of the attention it would draw. I found that life was a lot simpler if you make it by unnoticed. And that of course failed as I rushed gracelessly down the hall right smack into a broad figure.
I felt the blush make it's way up to my face as I looked up into the face of the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. Literally. This coming from one who in all their life has never suffered a crush of any sort. He had smooth, peaches and cream skin, with the most distinctive golden eyes flattered by his golden blond hair that lay messy atop his head, barely touching just above his eyebrows. What made it all worse was that, as I was standing there, bright red, looking up into his flawless face, he flashed the kind of smile that could melt the arctic. Which only helped at adding to the color in my cheeks. He bent down reaching for something scattered across the floor. It took me a moment of blank staring to realize that what he was retrieving were my books. He stood back up, as graceful as heck I might add, and swiftly handed me my books. And god forbid he was still holding that smile.
I searched for the appropriate words to say. "oh..... ummm... sorry...." I finally said, in a voice barely above a whisper. Surprisingly he heard. "That's quite alright, perhaps I should keep a closer eye on where I'm going." He replied in the deepest English accent that would make even Orlando Bloom jealous. He looked down a second then back into my face. His smile widened. "hey, you wouldn't happen to know where the gym is? Today's my first day and this place is like one great maze." I just stared lost in his eyes, in till it hit me that he just asked me something. I went from bright red to flushed. Damn, what did he say? "Oh... Hmm?" his smile faded and he arched up a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "oh sorry..... yea, the gym, that's where I'm heading now.. ummm.. feel free to tag along." His smile returned. "gee, thanks." And he began to follow as I made my way down the hall.
"So, what's your name?" he asked enthusiastically as if it really did matter to him. "I'm Hunter by the way" he added. I glanced back at him as I walked. He was only a few steps behind. "I'm Alisa" I said blankly as I tried to keep the words from tripping over my tongue. How is it that he can make me this shaken up? I feel as if my insides were tied in knots.
The gyms was just ahead and we were heading towards it, when Josh Stevely, the star football player, standing along with the group of other player, stuck out his big, stumpy foot, and tripped me. And not only thanks to him but also my lack of balance, I fell smack on my face, into the cold, harsh tile floor. I heard the laughing and giggles let out by his little group, as he snickered in his achievement. I didn't even bother to get up. I just lied there, holding back the tears that wanted to escape down my swelling face. Just a few had made it as I heard Hunter's infuriated voice as he rose hell for those cocky jocks. I couldn't make out the words very well. Believe it or not, I was a little preoccupied with the burning pain rising in my face from the impact.
Numerous more tears made there way free as I felt two muscular arms endorse me up onto my feet. I was attempting really hard to fight back the rest of the tears, and feeling foolish at my failing struggles. Jeez, am I really this pathetic? I jerked away from Hunter and quickly headed toward the girl's restroom. One look in the mirror showed me just how severe the wounds really were. The whole right side of my face was purple. That's when the real tears were brought on.