A/N: First story eva! wot wot! Anyhow, I just wanna say thank you for giving this story a chance and I hope you enjoy ;)
"Jezz, Mom. I get it." She's angry with me because I haven't done anything this summer besides stay in my room, read, and draw. What am I supposed to say 'sorry for being so unsocial' thats just how I am. I've never had many friends, besides Simon and Isabel. Simon and I have been friends basically since I was born, and Izzy started hanging out with us when she moved here from New York, our freshmen year of high school. Even though we pretty much stay to ourselves we are considered the 'cool kids' I never understood why, but we are.
"Mom, school starts back tomorrow, I'll hang out with Simon and Izzy more often just let me have the last few hours to myself!" With that she walked out of my room and slammed the door behind her. We haven't gotten along very well since my father, Valentine, left. I don't think she handles having to raise me by herself very well. Not that I can blame her though. I don't know how I would survive trying to deal with my husband leaving and a hormonal daughter.
With the very small amount of free time I have left, I pick up my favorite notebook from my night stand, and sketch. This was the notebook my father gave to me the night before he left. He told me to never give up on my dreams, and then was gone the next morning.
Sometime late that night I fell asleep while drawing a strange guy. He was extremely gorgeous, but I have never even seen him before.
I woke up to the horrible ringing of my alarm clock. Oh, great first day back in the hell most people call school. I hear loud footsteps come up the stairs. Next thing I know my mom is standing over me.
"Can I help you?" I sleepily reply
"Clarissa you get out of that bed right now!"
"Okay, okay, I'm getting up. Calm down." I pull the sheets back and stand up. "Happy?"
She leaves my room with a disapproving 'humph'.
I walk over to my closet and pull out my most cherished t-shirt, it says 'If you got a problem you can go ...'. It has just the right amount of sass, without getting the teachers too riled up. I grab my black skinny jeans and converse from of the floor, put them on, then I hear I honk from outside. Must be Izzy coming to pick me up. I run down the stairs, yell a half-assed goodbye to my mom, and then out the door I go. Simon and I always get rides with Izzy because I hate driving, and Simon enjoys talking with us in the morning.
We arrive at the same school we've all been going to the past 2 years. I guess some things just don't change. As we walk up I spot a red corvette from across the parking lot.
"Simon, who's car is that?"
He looks to where my face is staring. "I have no idea." Just as he finishes his sentence a stunning blonde boy steps out of the car.
I hear Izzy whisper, "Oh my god."
A/N: How'd I do? Any good? Please leave a review! And if you have any good ideas for how the story should continue, please pm me. Thank you so much for reading!
