A/N:Hello Everyone! So here's is my new Story. I have had this concept for a while but was too busy with two other stories to really focus on developing this one.
I would just like to say thank you to these three awesome and beautiful ladies that read the first chapter giving me the 'okay' on publishing it.
Ildi(Saii79), Redgirl25 (Sara), And EndWorldPeas. Thank you three so much it meant alot. Check out their stories if you haven't already Count on You. You Can't Change Her, and Trying to Get You.
If you like my stories and have tumblr, I sometimes post stuff on there about my Stories like Dark Paradise and such. Name is alwayskeepchasing. And since you all are super patient I will not waste anymore of your time. So here it is, The Perfect Fall.
Chapter 1
Well, this is what my life had become. Ever since I could remember, I've been in and out of foster homes. I haven't really settled into one home for longer than six months. There was one home I stayed in for almost three years, but I was too young to actually understand that I was never leaving the system. I had hope when I was five, even when I was eight but now, not so much. I'm turning 17 in two days. Woo whoo to me right? My early birthday present is moving to another foster home. Another home where they don't give a shit about me, and just collect the money for having as many kids as possible. This should be fun; I can't wait to move around three times during my senior year. People say that senior year is suppose to be the best year, well let's see if I can stay in this one long enough to enjoy it.
I'm going to a place called Rosewood, and I'm attending Rosewood High School. I know the town, because my very first foster home when I was 5 was in a nearby town called Ravenswood. Never liked the place; it always creeped me out, even as a young child. But as Devyn and I drive past the 'Welcome to Rosewood' sign and enter the residential area, it feels peaceful; there are no eerie vibes coming from the town.
"Happy early birthday Niñita." Devyn says as she keeps driving into the new town I get to call home, at least for the time being. It always made me smile when she spoke Spanish, I learned Spanish from her when I was younger. That's when she started calling me Niñita, when I was 9. I remember one day I came home from school and saw Devyn's car parked outside. I knew what came with an unexpected visit. I had actually liked the home I was living in, so naturally I was upset when I had to leave. I cried in the car as she was driving to my next home. When we had stopped to get something to eat, she had turned to me and gave me a hug trying to calm me down, and in the process calling me Niñita; which means little girl. From then on, that was a way of making me smile.
We keep driving through town, and end up where all the shops and restaurants in town are. She parks outside of a cafe, and steps outside signaling me to get out if the car too. Devyn has been my social worker for as long as I could remember. I was her very first case, so she's grown up with me over the years. She's been the only constant adult figure in my life for the past 12 years.
"Is this your idea of an early birthday present?" I snap as I get out of the car, zipping up my hoodie and then shoving my hands into my forest green bomber jacket. A jacket that she bought me for my 15th birthday. It's the only piece of clothing that I consider nice, because I know it must have cost her a bit of money. I slam the car door and huff as I walk into the restaurant, nudging her as I walk past her.
"Hey lose the attitude; you're still with me so you don't get to act like that." I drop myself into the booth that the hostess has offered us, and I cross my arms across my chest as I stare out the window to the new town. "Look, I know that you don't want to be here; but after threatening to torch a foster brother's room, you're lucky you're not in jail." The waitress comes and before I open my mouth to order she's already ordered for the both of us.
"Can't you just adopt me? I swear I'm easy to live with. Por favor?" This isn't the first time I asked, and I'm sure it won't be the last time. She rolls her big dark brown eyes at me with her usual smile that is beautiful. Devyn was 36 but she looked younger than her age. It always surprised me, because she's a social worker that deals with so many cases and problem kids; like me. You would think that the stresses of her job would make her age faster. I always thought she was attractive, I guess when I started looking at her in that way I should have figured I was gay. But I fought against it, and even picked a fight with a girl who tried to kiss me at school one day, I called her a dyke. Needless to say, a few days later I had to switch foster homes because the foster parents couldn't deal with me.
Now I can say I'm gay and be okay with it, most of my homes don't like that though. They are semi okay with me when I first move in but once they catch me with a girl, they always look at me differently especially when I share a room with their daughters.
"Paige you know I can't do that. We've talked about this, you know I care about you but taking care of a teenager full time with the amount of cases I have, is just impossible. Just one more year and you'll be out of this crazy system okay?" I nod my head as the waitress brings me my pasta, and a hamburger with fries for Devyn. I pick at my pasta and swirl it around on my fork without actually eating it. "Rosewood High has a good basketball program Paige. Maybe you can try out?"
"Yeah right. All those Rosewood snobs have been there since freshmen year, they aren't going to take to a trashy newbie."
"Actually, RHS welcomes newbie's with open arms." The waitress reaches over to fill up my water, and as I look up to see a raven haired beauty. Her olive colored skin was radiate against the dim lighting of the restaurant and her bright smile just kept my attention for the spilt second we looked at each other. She had a smirk on her lips before she turns and leaves. I stare at her as she walks away with such grace. Her eyes though, those were something else. The piercing brown eyes definitely made an impression on me seeing as I only got a glimpse of them, but it feels like I've seen them before.
"Eyes over here, Paige." Devyn taps the top of my hand, and I regretfully pull away from the semi familiar girl. "Look you have one year left. You have great grades despite you moving around and missing classes all the time. You could play basketball and get a scholarship or something. They have scholarships for foster kids too." I sit in silence as she continues to talk. I think I could listen to her talk all day; Devyn has this Spanish accent that I find really sexy. See there I go again. Stupid hormones. "Ready to go?"
I get up and walk out of the restaurant, but not before turning around and meeting the gaze of the raven haired girl one last time. Those eyes, they were a warm deep brown that I could get lost in. And even from afar I could see that she has this twinkle in her eye. God where did I know her from? My dreams maybe? I smile to myself before catching up to Devyn and hopping into her red Corolla.
All this talk about college and my future was really hitting me. In a few days I start my senior year. My last year of high school and mandatory schooling, so why should I willingly go to school after begin forced to after 13 years. Well that was my only damn future. I guess Devyn had a point; damn I actually got something out of her babbling nonsense. College is my only way out of this path I'm headed. I always wanted to get out of the east coast. Maybe college on the west coast would be a better fit for me.
"So who are my latest victims Dev?" I say as I pull out a Sudoku puzzle from my back pocket. I've done so many of these damn puzzles that it seems like it's the same puzzle every single time I buy a different book. The 'hard' puzzles are no challenge for me anymore.
"Paige, be the good person that I know you are and don't mess up with this family. This family is really nice, and they only have one other foster kid with then right now; and he's around your age."
"Finally, no little brats running everywhere and trying to blame shit on me." I pump my fist in the air with the joyful news. Don't get me wrong, I love kids and everything but when they hit that age of 10, especially with little boys, that's when they start acting out and becoming troublemakers. That's when I stop liking them; there were a few foster babies and toddlers that I would watch. I was always the oldest foster kid in the house, and when the foster parents were dealing with the little boys or girls; I was there with the baby. That's how I've been the last few years though; me always being the oldest had a price. The price was getting blamed for things that the younger kids did. So I'm glad that we are the same age. "Wait, do they have kids?"
"Yes they have two teenagers, a boy and a girl." She draws out the word girl, and I raise my eyebrow before putting my hands behind my head and leaning back into the passenger seat. "They both go to Rosewood High. Please Paige, do not go after the daughter again. If you do and they report it, then I will have no other choice." She doesn't even have to finish the sentence because I already know what she means.
God, it's like a scene from fucking Pleasantville in this damn town. I mean, as we go from downtown to the other side of town to where this amazing family is. They all turn to cookie cutter houses. There's hardly any turns once we get of downtown Rosewood, just a straight shot getting to suburbia. But the neighborhood we go to is just off Main Street of suburia, and it's different than the rest. The houses that were along Main Street were all shades of brown or beige, but these houses are different colors; some are shades of green, some are light blue, there's even a house that is a pale yellow. At the sight of these houses, I feel a smile creep across my lips as I stare up at the dark green house with a yellow trim. That's when Devyn tells me that this is the house I'll be living in. I liked this house already, just because its colors were unusual compare to the surrounding houses.
The house is a huge two story cottage style house, though the colors threw me off. Usually cottage types of houses were light colors, well from my experiences. As we drive up the looping driveway, we passed by many rose bushes and even a pine tree that's set adjacent to the porch. There's only one other car in the drive way and it's a semi old dark grey jeep, I have to roll my eyes when I spot the Rosewood High honor student stickers on the bummer. Great I'm living with goody two shoes, this should be fun. I grab my bags from the trunk with Devyn helping me with my giant duffle. We walk up the five porch steps, and at the top of the porch I see a porch swing on one side and on the other I see four chairs and a small black patio table.
Devyn knocks on the front door and turns to me with concerned eyes. "Paige, I really want you to finish up your senior year in Rosewood. I don't want you to pick up and move halfway through the year, so please try and make this work." I nod my head to her before a small woman with a giant smile opens the door.
"Hello Mrs. Montgomery. My name is Devyn Moreno; we spoke on the phone a few times before." I didn't think the small women's smile could get any bigger, but it did with every word Devyn said. Of course Devyn being her charming self gets on everyone's good side. They talked a few minutes while Devyn and I remained outside on the porch, and I was awkwardly standing there adjusting the straps of my backpack.
"I'm sorry I'm being so rude, come on in. Paige it's really nice to meet you, Ms. Moreno has told me so much about you. I was so excited to meet you."
"You were?" I let out quickly as we take a seat on their couch in the living room. Devyn gives me a sharp look, and I slowly take my eyes off of her as I draw my attention back to Mrs. Montgomery. "I mean...um."
"I understand your surprise Paige. But we are really particular about the foster kids that we let into our home because of our own children. When Ms. Moreno called us and started to tell us about you, we were intrigued. We both thought that our home would be good for you." What's so special about me?
I shift in my seat as I look around the living room. The colors were all very dark, but it made the house feel cozy. The dark hardwood with the beige couches just complemented each other very nicely. The pictures above the fireplace, the blankets neatly placed on top of each couch for easy access. Everything in this room was placed perfectly to make someone feel welcome. It was also very quiet, all I can hear is girls laughter coming from outside. But the house itself was quiet; there were no small kids yelling or TVs blaring. There was just utter silence and I liked it.
"Why don't I show you to your room?" Mrs. Montgomery jumps up with the same smile plastered on her face as she leads us to the stairway. "Here let me help you with that." She grabs my duffle and she falters as she tries to make it up the first step, making me crack a smile.
"No I got it, it's quite heavy but thank you for offering and trying to help." I throw my bag over my shoulder and follow her up the cherry hardwood steps that creak every time I step because of the weight from me and my bag. This duffle is old, I've had since I was 10. It was a gift from a foster dad that couldn't wait to send me packing. I guess when he gave me this bag I should have seen my next placement coming. Devyn and Mrs. Montgomery are talking as we walk up the stairs and walk past their kid's room. You can obviously see which rooms belong to the teenage girl and the teenage boy, but there's also another room that looks like a room of another teen boy. We walk up to a room that's painted turquoise with bare walls and a full size bed. They stop outside the door and gesture for me to come in. I walk in and look around confused; when I look at Devyn she has her signature smile.
"This is my room?" I set my bag on the bed and just continue to stare at everything. There's a bookshelf that's built into the wall and a wooden desk beneath it. I trace my fingers along the edges of the desk and even glide my hand over one of the shelves.
"Yes Paige, this is your room. Your own room." Devyn says as she walks away from Mrs. Montgomery's side, and ends up across from me. She had to have known this when she was driving me here. She knows I've never had my own room before. I've always had to share with multiple girls, and we had small bunk beds; now I have a full size bed! I feel my eyes begin to blink fast and with every blink the more blurry things got. Mrs. Montgomery's smile has now faltered and is now tightly pressed together into a line.
"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make a bad first impression. It's just that I've never had my own room before... I'm just trying to wrap my head around it." I run my hand along the jade colored quilt. The beautiful quilt that I can't seem to look away from, the design on the quilt was a blooming flower.
"Well, we will leave you to settle in Paige. We have to talk a bit more anyways." Devyn rests one of her hands on my shoulder giving me a reassuring smile. I can tell by the way she is gripping my shoulder and the look in her eyes that she wants to hug me, but she can't because technically we aren't suppose to be this close. But whatever, she's been my social worker for 12 years. I get up and I hug her tightly, I know I caught her off guard but she recovers quickly and returns the hug.
"Thank you." I whisper to her before letting her go, and wiping my cheek as I feel moisture leaving my eye and running down my cheek. I simply smile at her before sitting on the bed tracing the quilt again with my fingers.
They leave, and I finally break away from my trance of the jade quilt. Grabbing my duffle and hoisting it onto my bed, I dump out the contents of it. Clothes are the first thing to fall out, then my books and finally my other pair of shoes. Everything that is laid out on the bed are all the things that I own. All of it this is all I have to my name, then again it is the life of a foster kid; you basically live out of a suitcase.
Maybe I can get used to being here and stay out of trouble. I mean, Mrs. Montgomery seems nice; and I get my own room. Already this has been the best foster home I've been to, well second best. I pull out one of my books that I have specifically for storing pictures. I pull out the piece of paper of a younger me and my best friend at the time, and I smile weakly at the picture. One of my only actual friends that I made in foster care. I was new to the foster system when we first met and broke a rule that I now have for myself; don't make friends with the other foster kids. It's not that I had anything against the other kids, but it was more of me not wanting to get too attached to people and then have them taken away from me. Because that's exactly what happened with the girl in this picture, I became close to her and for two years we were inseparable. That is, until she got adopted out. I fold the piece of paper in half and stick it back into the book. Burying it in the pages of the book, almost like I am burying the memory of her leaving the home.
Emily's POV
"Hey guys what are you doing here? I thought today was shopping day." I say as I bring my friends their usual drinks. Spencer, Aria and Hanna were supposed to go shopping today because Hanna insisted on getting new outfits for senior year. I was supposed to join them, but got called in to work a half shift for someone at Sam's Grille. Seeing my friends was a nice surprise though, but they weren't the only surprises at work. Just before they got here, I saw a brunette that I thought was cute, so seeing a pretty girl always makes working overtime worth it.
"We couldn't leave you here while we went to shop in Philly, Em." Hanna says while taking a sip of her diet coke.
"Yeah Em. We will just go a different day. So when's your break?" Spencer offers me a reassuring smile, and I gladly returned it. I love my friends; it's hard to imagine that we have stayed friends since we were all eight. Sure there were a few bumps along our friendships, but we've stayed together through ups and downs.
"Um actually in a few minutes. So you girls want the usual?" I see a nodding Hanna and Spencer; I look towards Aria for confirmation but she's on the phone. I walk back to the bar and write down everyone's order including mine, before ringing the bell. "Sam! Here's the next order!" Sam, a guy in his mid thirties appears with a stern look that makes me want to laugh. He always tries to be serious, but most of the time it failed when he began to crack a smile or when he laughed spontaneously.
"Hey kiddo, you going on break?" He grabs the piece of paper and looks over the order before grinning at me. "Ah, I see the gang is all here. Don't worry, we aren't that busy. Go ahead and enjoy lunch with your friends, I'll have the new kid bring your order." With that, Sam begins making the food order and I take off my apron before heading over to sit with my friends.
"So, you have a new foster kid at the house?" I overhear Spencer say before I get to the table. Arias parents were foster parents, and over the years we've seen a handful of kids come and go from the Montgomery household. But the last couple of years fewer kids have been coming into their lives. Aria said that in the past three years they only had four foster kids in their house, and that's including their current tenant Ruben.
"Yeah we do. I'm kind of mad though, because my mom said that Ruben would be our last foster kid and then as soon as she gets a call about this girl she jumps at the opportunity to take her in. Sometimes I wish my mom wasn't as nice as she is." She swirls her iced tea around with her straw making the ice clink with the glass. I hated when they talked like this about foster kids, because they didn't know what the kids have gone through. Mrs. and Mr. Montgomery were great parents to both their kids and their foster kids, any foster kid would be lucky to have them as parents. What the girls don't understand is that good foster homes are hard to come by, who knows where the kids would end up if the Montgomery's weren't foster parents anymore?
"Wait, but your mom seemed pretty sure that Ruben would be the last; so why take another kid?" Spencer says still trying to wrap her head around the idea.
"Well, she's not a kid apparently she's our age, and I guess she stood out to my mom because she's supposed to be crazy smart." I take a sip of my water trying to stay out of the conversation. I never liked to participate in talking bad about foster kids. "Yeah, apparently she's taken all AP classes with a 4.8 G.P.A. and has gotten all fives on her AP tests since sophomore year."
"I don't even get fives on those tests." Spencer sits back in her seat crossing her arms over chest and scrunches her eyebrows together. I guess to try and figure out the girl's secret.
"That's impressive if she can keep those good of grades and still be shuffled around in the foster system." I say a bit under my breath so no one can hear me. But of course Aria hears me and raises a eyebrow. Andy brings us our food and we eat in silence until Hanna starts to talk.
"So Em, do you think that you'll be able to go shopping tomorrow?" At that moment Sam comes up next to me. I look up at the tall man confused but I smile up at him.
"Hey Sam." All the girl say in unison and wave to the cook.
"Hello ladies. She can actually go with you guys now." He says to Hanna before she starts squealing and jumping in her seat. Then he looks at me before leaving to the kitchen but I quickly follow.
"Sam but what about my shift?"
"Don't worry about it; go on kiddo we can make do without you." He smiles at me and I pull him into a hug. "Do you need money?"
"I'm okay, can you tell dad that I went to Philly with the girls? I might even spend the night at one of their houses, but I'll call him if that happens okay. Thank you again Sam." I give him another hug before grabbing my bag and return to the table to pay off the lunch. We grab our things and leave the restaurant, and I turn one last time to wave to a long time family friend.
I've known Sam since I first moved to Rosewood almost 10 years ago. He's been a friend of my dad's since college; apparently they shared a dorm room together their freshmen year and their friendship just escalated from there. Sam has dark skin with green eyes, very handsome to be single but to the towns amazement he still is. He started this restaurant about five years ago and he's a successful business man. All my friends had a crush on him, that's why they were always visiting me at work.
Sam has been there a lot for me and my dad since my mom died two years ago. He lives next to us, and is over for dinner almost every night and also has drinks with my dad on the weekends. My dad is still taking my mom's death hard even after two years, but it's understandable.
A long day of shopping finally comes to an end, and all that's on my mind is school starting in two days. My senior year is finally here, and it's been hell getting here; but I'm finally starting my last year in high school.
Well, shopping took more out of me than expected. I come back to Spencers house and crash in her barn. I don't even make it to the bed; I just sink into the oversized couch and fall asleep around midnight. Tomorrow I would have to wake up at a decent time in order to go to basketball conditioning at 10 o'clock, so my sleep is restful and stress free.
I hear my phone ringing the alarm tone making me turn and pull the pillow over my face. I so didn't want to get up right now, why did I even have an alarm set? It's still summer. My eyes immediately snap open when I realize that I have basketball conditioning. Shit. I scramble around the barn to find my shoes, purse, and phone.
"Morning Em, do you want some coffee?" I look up and see the girls sitting at the breakfast bar watching me go crazy looking for my things. Finally I find them and head for the door, waving bye to the girls. I run to the front of Spencer's house and realize that I left my car at Sam's. Sighing I run across the street to my house to get my workout bag, and to change my clothes. I guess I'm going to have a workout before my workout since I have to run across town to RHS.
"Em?" I hear the faint voice coming from downstairs; I quickly slip on my running shorts and pull the tank top over my sports bra. I run down the stairs and see my dad leaning against the stair railing sipping a cup of coffee.
"Hey dad, sorry I'm in a rush I'm going to be late for basketball." I run to the coat closet and pick up my bag with my gear.
"Sweetie don't stress yourself out, it's still summer remember, the last day but still." He smiles into his coffee mug, and I see the large creases on the corner of his eyes; along with the dark bags underneath them. He doesn't get much sleep nowadays; he drinks a lot of coffee to keep him going throughout his long work days. He's a professor at Hollis, tenure track; he's been working at the university since he graduated from there 11 years ago. So he's always working on lectures, answering student emails, or grading lab reports.
"I know dad. But I can't be late for the first conditioning session." He smiles weakly at me as he runs his hand through his longish brown hair. His hair always seems to be tasseled with when he's upset, just something that I have picked up on in last few years. "But how about after conditioning we get something to eat? We've hardly talk since you decided to do summer sessions this year."
"That would be nice sweetie, call me after basketball and I'll meet you over at Sam's." He comes up to me as I quickly throw off my work shoes, and slip on my running shoes. I get up and he engulfs me in a bear hug. My dad was tall but he was also overweight, he had developed a kind of a small beer belly over the last two years. "You know I love you right?" I hold on to him tightly resting my chin on his shoulder and look over at a family picture of all of us laughing. Man, I missed mom.
"Of course I do. I love you too dad. I'll call you later okay?" I rub his back before letting go and heading for the door, but not before he calls my name making me turn but keep on walking. He throws my water canteen towards me, and I smile and shake my head; because how could I forget about water?
I fasten my bag strap on my shoulder and across my chest before I start running to the school. I had 20 minutes to make it one and a half miles to the school. I slip in my ear buds and play the music on my phone as I begin to run. The air is humid and sticky against my skin as I begin to break a sweat. The music pumps me up as the beats fill my ears and the humid air fills my lungs. The heat this early didn't bug me anymore since I've been doing morning runs to get in shape for basketball. But maybe it's getting to me more right now because I'm not use to running through town, I usually run in the woods with the trees providing shade for me. As my feet hit the hard pavement my breathing begins to pick up and the late morning sun blares down on my eyes, making me regret not grabbing my sunglasses.
"Emmy honey please put sunscreen on! I don't want you getting cancer!" She runs after me with the bottle of sunscreen in one hand, and my sunglasses in the other.
"Mom I'm fine, the sun never hurt anyone and plus I won't get cancer." I grab the sunscreen and put it in my backpack and put on the sunglasses she had.
"Emily Jillian Fields, don't you dare say that you can't get cancer. You never know what could happen if you don't care for yourself." The crease on her forehead made me laugh even though she was being serious; I kiss the crease on her forehead and reassure her that I understand and that I'll put sunscreen on when I get to the beach.
"Bye mom. I love you." I wave goodbye to my smiling mom before getting into Spencer's mom car. We leave for the Hastings beach house for the weekend. Out in the sun the whole weekend getting a nice tan before school started the following week. Putting plenty of sunscreen on, thinking of my mom and how she would be satisfied that I remember every day that I was there. It wasn't until I got home that my weekend became a thing of the past, and reality hit.
I make it to school with five minutes to spare, and I can't believe how fast I got here. I guess thinking about my mom really took my mind off the sun and in the process losing track of time. I run up the steps in victory, throwing my fist in the air knowing that I got to conditioning early even though I was sure that I was going to be late. I pull out my phone and as I press the button to pause my music, I'm met with a body crashing into me making me fall back.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there!" I quickly get up and try to help the other girl out. I grab onto her bicep trying to help her up.
"Oh its fine, I didn't think anyone would be in the halls right now so I wasn't really watching where I was going." She dusts off her forest green bomber jacket and I eye her carefully. The weather has been fairly warm, so she must be burning up in that jacket. "I was just exploring the grounds before my first day."
"Still my fault, I was just excited that I got here before basketball started and I wasn't paying attention." Her eyes snap up at me behind her bangs and I notice that they are a rich brown color that is kind of stunning. Her ivory complexion is beautiful with the contrast of her dark hair and reddish pink lips and the slight blush of the girl's cheeks. "Oh, Welcome to Rosewood High!"
"Oh you play basketball? I was just watching some girls practice layups." She points to the gym behind her, and I look through the glass window on the door and see the team practicing in the gym but still no coach, I still had some time.
"Do you play?" I ask the still unknown girl when I see her turn and watch my team mates pass the ball around.
"Um yeah, I play, but I've never played on an official team." She shoves her hand in one pocket while the other hand rubs the back of her neck.
"Well you should try out for the team; we have try outs at the end of October. Rosewood welcomes newbie's with open arms." I shrug with a smile, and it seems to amuse the girl at the moment.
"You're the waitress from the restaurant right? Because you said that exact same thing to me yesterday." She laughs and shakes her head slightly, and I can't help but laugh with her. I can't believe I hadn't recognized her from yesterday, I guess the lack of caffeine in my system is affecting me more than I thought. I knew I remembered those stunning brown eyes from somewhere.
"Yeah I do, sorry I'm totally out of it right now. I'm Emily by the way." I fasten the strap around my shoulder, before holding my hand out to greet her.
"It's fine I was spacing out too. I'm Paige." Her hand meets mine and it feels warm against mine which makes my eyes follow her gaze and keep its stare. Paige, was a very unique name I have only heard that name about twice in my life.
"Well it's nice to meet you. Hey I have to go, but like I said you should join the basketball team. Conditioning is every day after school in the gym for an hour if you're interested."
"I'll think about it." The brown eyed girl flashes me a small smile before walking past me. I start to walk toward the gym when I think about Paige's eyes and realize that I know her from somewhere. I've seen those eyes before, like we've met before yesterday.
A/N: Okay so let me know what you guys think and if I should continue with the story or not. Because honestly it could either way, you the reader are the judge. Let me hear your verdict.