Author's Note: Hey y'all! I'm back from the dead. Yes. I know I've missed you too. Sorry I suck at updating and stuff. I've fixed this chapter up a bit. Honestly I love this story but I hate the way I wrote it so I've rewritten it a bit (most of the content will still remain the same) but I just wanted to let the people who have stuck with the story know that it's going to remain the same but with better writing. Thanks for staying with me.

Skylar

Mom wanted a house she could be proud of and call her own. It had been sixteen years since the States had a bad recession and housing was in a pretty decent shape. We could of picked any house we wanted, but the Victorian House just called to the both of us. Our realtor was a fairly old woman, a little up tight and kind of bigot, but she could sell houses. She had my mom under her thumb as soon as we stepped out of our car. No more than an hour in the house and we were sold.

My and I come from a tiny town on the East Coast, where everyone knows each other and there no secrets. On the outside, my home life looked perfectly normal; there was a mom, a dad, and me; their seventeen year old daughter. We were happy, but that all changed once a partner at my father's law office announced that she was pregnant with his child. To keep it simply, we were in shock, my was rightfully devastated and people began to whisper things about us. Soon it was too much to bare at school. I got in a fights with students, mostly girls and my mother was pitied at the hospital she worked at which didn't help her already fragile state and finally, when the divorce came through I had no reason to speak to my father. So that's when my mother decided to take a job offer at a hospital in Los Angeles.

Unpacking was easy since we left most of our belongings back in Rhode Island, and within the week I would be starting my Junior year at the school close to my house. That weekend, Mom bought me a nice green bike, I spent all weekend riding around on it: I went to the beach. I took the bus. I took the train to the downtown library. I got to really get a feel of most of the new city I would call my home. I had never felt so happy to just be by myself and not have anyone talking behind my back, I felt free. On Monday, I would have to face the music, no one likes to be the 'New Kid' at school especially high school, but I didn't have much of choice. I would just put on my big girl pants and went to my first day at my new school.

And that's when I bumped into Him.

He had the blondest, most lucious hair I had ever seen, and eyes as bluse as the Caspian Sea, plus he looked like a Greek God.

"Sorry." He says.

We had bumped into each other and I dropped all of my books in the process. He is now picking them up for me.

"I- No, you don't have to do that." I say, kneeling down to help him.

He hands me a book and an electric shock go through my body. I guess he felt it too, because we both freeze. He tilts his head and stares at me. His expression is stoic and emote. I can feel my heart beating fast. I'm nervous. We stay like this for five minutes but it feels like forever. People just walk pass us.

He cleared his throat, "H- Hi." He says, letting go of my hand and my book.

I smile, "Hi."

I feel like such an idiot.

We both get up from kneeling. He adjust his backpack strap. I bite my lip in nervousness, clutching my book against my chest.

"I'm Michael." He says, sticking out his hand.

I take it and once again the spark between us cuts my breathing short.

"I'm sorry." I say apologetically, practically pulling my hand away from his grasp. As soon as we let go the electric buzzing stops.

"I'm Skylar." I add.

I don't know what I'm feeling, but it's got my whole body shaking.

"Well that was weird." Michael says, he smiles at me and I can feel blush creeping up my cheeks.

I laugh lightheartedly, "Maybe we're both force sensitive." I blurt out.

'Oh god, I made a Star Wars joke...'

He smiles some more, "Didn't know pretty girls know about Star Wars." He says, and smirks looking down at my shoulder strap.

'Oh.'

I'm pretty sure I'm blushing, "Sorry I-"

"Hey it's not a bad thing," He says reassuringly, "I really like Star Wars."

I cock an eyebrow at him as I respond, "Are you with the Republic or the Rebel Alliance."

"Oh I'm definitely with the Dark Side." He says jokingly.

"I'm a big fan of Luke." I admit.

He smiles, "I'm a big fan of his dad." He winks at me.

I can feel my stomach doing back flips.

"So are you new here?" He asks me.

I nod my head in silence. I like talking to him but being around people in general especially after my father's affair makes me anxious. I never know what people will say or what they'll do. Honestly, I wish I could people's minds but at the same time I don't really want to know everything that people are thinking. Especially him, I wanna keep him a mystery. I want to hopefully get to know him more than just this day.

Hopefully.

"Well, welcome to our school," He says, "here let me see your schedule and I'll help you find your classes."

I'm so overwhelmed by now. I feel like I'm going to explode. I've been near someone so beautiful before. Sure guys at my school we're good looking but Michael is a Greek God standing in the presence of a lesser being. I take mental notes of the shape of his jaw, the glimmer in his blue eyes, his lips, and his hands. His hands are the most beautiful hands I've ever seen, I'm crushing and I'm crushing hard.

Dammit.

"Oh we have quite a few classes together," He says, looking at me and flashing a dazzling smile, "I'm glad we'll be seeing more of each other."

He tells me where the cafeteria is. He shows me the nearest set of restrooms. He even helps me put things in my locker. Sadly we do not have a class together right now but he takes me to my computer class anyway. As he drops me off I notice a lot of the students are staring at us. I don't like this kind of attention. I should be use to it but I'm not. As much as I like Michael and as much as I think he's cute I kind of wish he would leave so I can hide in the back now.

I think Michael can sense my uneasiness because he gives me a sympathetic look and squeezes my hand. His blue eyes stare into mine and for the first time since meeting him I feel something I thought I wouldn't feel in a while.

I feel at ease.

"This high school can be a little intimidating but don't let it get to you." He says, squeezing my shoulder gently.

"You're way too cool to be afraid of these airheads." He adds lightheartedly.

He then walks away probably heading to his desired class. I turn on my heel and head to the very back of the classroom like I hoped. On empty seat waits for me in the back. No one says anything to me, not even the teacher. I take my seat and turn on my computer screen. I smile as I feel less stressed about my first day and hopefully I've made a new friend in the process.

I can only hope.