Step, splash, step, splash, step, step, step, SPLASH.

Damn it all to hell.

My teeth were chattering, and the rain was hitting me; more like pelting me.

First day of school as Layla Marie Smith, junior; at Degrassi. And I had to walk, walk in the pouring rain because neither my mother or I had applied for a Canadian license with our new names on them. Well I couldn't blame her either. We just pulled in the day before and threw what shit we had in the house and tried to find something to eat.

All I could blame was my father. Goddamn him all to hell, bastard.

A car passed by, causing the giant puddle of water to splash high above my head and drenching officially all of me.

It was a hearse.

Just flipping fantastic. Some creepy guy and a dead one just splashed me with water.

Goddamn it!

Another thing to add to the list of bad things that has happened to me in the last few days; I was late for my first class.

I entered the building, finding the halls empty. I sighed and made my way into the office.

Once I got my schedule and looked at the clock, my on coming headache got worse.

Scratch that. I was so late I completely missed my first class. Physics. Now I was on to Government, which I was still late to mind you.

"Ms. Smith," the tall man smiled. His salt pepper hair and wrinkles reminded me slightly of my grandfather. "How nice of you to join us."

I smiled softly, pulling some of the soaked hair behind my ear. "Sorry. I had to walk across town," I murmured.

"It's quite already, just take the seat in the back next to Ms. Coyne yes," he replied turning towards the board. Without trying to make a scene, I quickly walked to the back of the room, and sat in the empty seat next who I thought was this Ms. Coyne. She didn't spare me a glance, so I decided not to waste time dwelling on the fact that I probably wouldn't make friends.

The class passed in the quick thirty minutes I was there. I walked out as quickly as I could and on to the next class. It was trigonometry, math; the devil's addition as I would like to call it.

I got there pretty late apparently, because most of the room was full when I got there. The map that they gave didn't really help out all that much evidently. I walked to the back of the room, squeaking as I went because my sneakers were soaked.

The guy sitting next to me laughed, eying me up without trying to hide it. I felt the heat flush my cheeks immediately.

"What the hell happened to you," he laughed some more.

I hunched my shoulders and pretty much tried to curl into a ball I guess you could say. My head fell until it was resting completely in my arms. I looked through the cracks in my arm shield to see that he was actually not to bad looking. His hair wasn't exactly shaved, but you could tell that the way it was growing that it was at one point. It was brown and stood up like he gelled it up perfectly every day.

But he's an ass already.

We spent the forty-five minutes in class talking about the fundamentals of math. The more the short lady in the front talked about it; the more I hated it.

As the bell rang, I got up to move to the next class, but slipped because of my squeaky shoes. I was waiting for the moment where I'd crack my head on the floor.

Instead someone was catching me and steadying myself.

"Watch your step hot stuff," a familiar obnoxious voice whispered in my ear. Immediately I brought my elbow back, right into his ribs.

A soft groan and the release of my body lets me know that he's been hurt; and I smile softly to myself at the satisfaction.

Normally I'm not like this at all. I'm not a bitch and I'm actually a friendly person. But now, again, it's all my father's fault.

One more class and then I had lunch, which I would probably spend in the bathroom drying my clothes with the hand-drier because I couldn't care less about food at the moment.

French.

I was the first to the class, and happily squeaked to the back were I found a French-English dictionary and textbook. Along with two literature books written in French. Romeo and Juliet, and Huckleberry Finn. Two odd selections, but something I'm sure I'd read no problem.

Class started to fill up quickly, and I sighed, hoping against all hope that there wasn't a dirt bag in this class either.

"Excuse me, but that's kind of my seat."

I looked up, and almost gaped.

He was something else entirely.

I probably came up to his shoulder, and I was really short. So he was about five foot seven. His hair was black, and the natural color. I could tell because it didn't look dried out and fake like all the people that dyed their hair normally did. It was somewhat shiny and brushed a little bit.

His fingers were painted black, and covered in rings. A gray almost-black vest was over his black shirt, but hidden by his black jacket. His dark denim jeans were tight and hugged to every part of his legs.

Finally I looked up to his face and almost drooled right there.

He was far better looking than anyone I had ever seen in my life; and his jade eyes put me under some kind of spell. His pale skin that contrasted harshly against his hair and clothes made him kind of glow.

Normally I go for the tall cute normal guys that possibly play sports. Like Stephen or mystery ass hole from trigonometry.

But he was completely opposite of Stephen, and that's kind of what I wanted.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered out jumping up quickly and hopping to the seat next to the one I just left.

"It's no problem," he laughed, smirking slightly. I cried a bit on the inside. His lips were full and beckoning me it seemed. And hell; I wanted to be beckoned.

I could feel my blush coming again, so I quickly looked away.

Another old guy for a teacher. Well that's nice.

He started to talk, slowly trying to slip some French in his speech.

"Pst."

I glanced over from the corner of my eye to see Mr. Green eyes looking at me expectantly. I raised an eyebrow.

"You walked to school didn't you," he asked knowingly. I looked down at my soaking wet clothes, knowing that he was looking at them too. They weren't overly priced or a brand name; just some old stuff I found in Goodwill. Today I was sporting a pair of flared jeans and a shirt with holes and a graphic of Transformers on the front. All by the way was soaked. I ran a hand through my dark brown hair trying to shake it up some so I wouldn't look horrible when it dried. "Yeah," I sighed, "it's a long story, but I pretty much got soaked to the bone."

"If it's still raining after school," he smirked, "will you need a ride?"

I seriously felt my heart stop beating for a minute.

The bell ringing made me scream softly, jumping in my seat and falling out. Green eyes was over there in a matter of seconds helping me up. "Are you alright," he chuckled pulling me up to my full stature. Yeah, I came up to about his shoulder. I tried to smile,"Yeah, it's just... you know.. loud noises freak me out when I'm spaced out."

We walked out of the room together. "So about that ride," he asked.

I nodded trying not to blush while looking at his face.

"What's you're name?"

"It's... it's E-Layla. What's your's?"

He smirked again, starting to walk away backwards, "Elijah."