A/N sorry sorry sorry!! Its been waay too long since I updated, things are pretty hectic. Be expecting my updates quicker and more frequent in the future. I'm not really finished with this chapter yet but here is a preview I should have it up by sometime next week.

CHAPTER ONE PREVIEW

A NEW FACE

As soon as students started pouring out of the classrooms I dropped my books. Go figure. They scattered throughout the hall and most of the kids swerved to avoid them or just walked right over them and continued to talk to their friends.

I was pissed, but I did find it a bit amusing that I had so many papers in my binder and I hadn't even started class yet. I was so intent on picking up all of my things that I almost didn't feel the zap of electricity when someone's creamy pale skin brushed against my own.

"You need any help?" a masculine voice asked smoothly, already gathering up papers.

"No, go away," I replied in what I hope was a hiss. The voice just laughed, adding to my unease. I didn't lift my eyes to meet his; instead I looked at my scuffed up black converse high tops, silently reminding myself that I needed to buy new shoes.

For a fraction of a second I was glad that I had grown my hair out, and by hiding behind its curtain he couldn't see the tinge of blush creeping into my cheeks.

I prayed that he wouldn't continue; that he'd just stand up and walk to his next class, but of course that didn't happen. "You're new here, aren't you," I grimaced when I noted that his words were more of a statement rather than a question.

"Yeah," I said, hoping he would let it drop.

"Well what class do you have next?" he asked, inquisitive.

"English, with Ms. Kwan," I was surprised that I remembered.

"Me too!" he said, enthusiasm hinted in his otherwise fluid voice. "You must be a junior too, hey I'll save you a seat," his invitation seemed friendly enough.

"Okay," I said stupidly. Oh crap, I thought as I was sure that he was walking away. I realized that I hadn't seen his face. I looked up hesitantly and saw a tall blonde boy walking in the opposite direction. At least I know his hair color, I reminisced, hoping that this small fact would somehow bring me comfort.