Chapter 1 Sams POV

As me and Dean pulled into the parking lot of yet another school I got the feeling this one would be different. As we walked up the very steep front step and into the office it felt like any other highschool we'd been to in the past. After we got our timetables from the overly friendly receptionist we went off in search of our lockers. We had to push past the groups of students congregating in front of the stairs and got a punch of disproving glares. Not the usual ones that we usually get for being the new kids. We arrived at the top of the landing and I glanced around.

"Sammy, is it me or did we just walk into hipster land?" Dean asked confused from beside me.

I looked around. Most of the students sitting against the walls were all engaged in deep conversation or listening to some crappy hipster music and then there was the group closest to me speaking quickly in french. I looked over at dean confused. I study my time table trying to figure out where my locker would be.

"My lockers this way I think." I tell dean motioning down the hall.

"Well I believe mine would be downstairs" He replies and walks off to find his locker.

"See you at lunch!" I call after him.

I finally find my locker and awkwardly stuff my bags of rock salt in dad had forced us to bring for "protection" as if there'd be demons at a highschool. The group who had parted for me to get through exchanged amused looks. I rolled my eyes and headed to my first class hoping to get there early. Just as I leave everyone else gets up and heads to class. What no warning bells here?

I get to my first class (social studies 9 with Mr. Singer) like 10 minutes late. Maybe the bells aren't working?

I walk up to him to introduce myself.

"I know who you are ya idjit" He responds. "Now find yer seat"

The class laughs at me a bit as I sit at the only empty seat. It's beside a boy with stunning blue eyes. He stared out the window not even looking at me as I sat down.

"Hi I'm Sam." I introduce myself.

No response. I lean back in my chair as Mr. Singer passes out worksheets. He passes me two and I slide one over to the boy beside me. He doesn't look but grabs the paper and manages a quiet thanks.

I sit in thought for the rest of the period. It's not like school really matters when we're going to be moving so soon anyways. It's 9:50 and everyone gets up to leave. I'm starting to think there's no bells in this place.

As I head to my next class (P.E) I accidentally run into another student who is surprisingly wearing a suit.

"Watch where you're going you bloody idiot" He says in a thick British accent.

"sorry" I mumble and race off not wanting to be late again.

I rush down the stairs deciding not to push the group of annoying kids blocking my way down as that would make a bad impression. (What are middle schoolers doing here anyways?)

I finally find my way to the gym and hurry in with a minute to spare. seeing as I don't have pe strip I just stand awkwardly as I wait for everyone else to change. As the students file into the gym I remark that we will be sharing the gym with a junior class. We start warm up and the teacher warns me thta if I don't have a change of clothes next class I get a zero.

"So Sammy, How are you liking your new school?" A voice says from behind me.

I spin around and look at the alarmingly short junior guy who had addressed me.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Well Sasquatch I'm Gabriel Novak. Nice to meet your acquaintance." He says cheerily while popping a sucker into his mouth.

Wow this Gabriel sure does have some nice eyes. All golden and when the light hits them just right- Whoa Sam you are not thinking about a guy like that. Especially not a guy older than you.

"You seem a little less hipster than the rest of the school." I remark 'and short' I add in my mind.

"Well I'm a special exception" He says winking.

He has an adorable wink. I mean what?

"So where are you and Dean-o From?" He asks politely

"No where really. You know Dean?"

"Well not exactly I just know everything that goes on in this school."

His voice is so mesmerizing…

"Hey Sammy since you're bew here how bout I show you around at lunch. You know show you who the idiots are." Gabe offered flashing me a smile.

Wait since when do I have a nickname for him?

"Uuh suure" I stutter starting to blush. "And only Dean gets to call me Sammy"

"Sure thing Sammy-o.?" He said as he walked away.

Wow Gabe sure does have a nice ass. I have really got to stop Thinking about a guy like that.