Alicia Closeem is the prettiest girl in the entire school of Somerlake Academy, though she doesn't know it. All the boys want to get her alone, but only a few are brave enough to try. When a foreign exchange student shows up and steals her heart, it's all she can do to keep the fighting to a minimum. When the boy she loves goes down in a plane accident, will she stay loyal to her heart? Or will she succumb to the love of another? Only time will tell.
~Chapter One, Alicias POV~
I finished my science class, packing up my backpack to head out into the parking lot. I was the last one to leave, for the rush of students racing for their cars hinted at the day of the week. Yes, it was Friday, my favorite day. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of class with a nod to my teacher, Mr. Del.
Mr. Del was a silly thing, always interspersing his lessons with 'okay' and 'so'; but we all loved him. I smiled at one of my classmates as I walked out of the door.
Then I stopped. Staring back at me, with the most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen, was a boy. We held eye contact for a second before I blushed, ducking my head as I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
Biting my lip as I walked to the bus stop, I peeked through my lashes to catch the brown-eyed god talking to one of my classmates. Relieved, I lifted my head high and continued my daily walk to the bus.
There I ran into my two followers, a pair of older boys with charming smiles but bad intentions.
"Hey, babe." The older one; Samuel, said; smirking at my attire.
Today I had gone all-out, dressing up in a short black miniskirt, tight dark grey leggings, and a crimson red top that dipped to reveal my fragile collarbone and the milky skin underneath.
"Cut it out, Sam. I'm not feeling it today." I said wearily, shaking my head.
"Sugar, don't speak like that." The other one, Desmond, said, sneaking up behind me and wrapping his long arms around my waist.
He pulled me to his chest, cradling my body against his muscular one. I bit my lip and sighed, he was so warm. Still, I knew Desmond just wanted the bragging rights to say he'd gotten to me first.
I clenched my jaw. "Des, don't. Not today." I told him, shoving him away. Both boys burst out laughing, though they went through the same routine every day.
"Hey, Leesha, we were just joking." They said before averting their eyes when the bus pulled up. I hopped aboard the pink and blue craft, sitting down in a seat by an elderly latin woman.
Well, there you have it! Is anyone interested in this? I have a really good plot line for this particular novel...