Chapter 1
Evan's POV
I enter the library during second period, just knowing already, that Mrs. Mills, the librarian, would be timing when I would be arriving, and how long it would take for me to have my notes for that section of the book, that we would need for our next class.
I head over to the empty table beside the 'Reference' section, and throw my Harry Potter Gryffindor messenger bag down on the floor beside me. That was when I spotted Khalon Snow. The genius of our class. I admit it, I've had a crush on him since as far back as I could remember, and now that we're in high school, I couldn't force myself to even talk to him. I watch as he sports his McKinley Mathletes Letterman jacket, and force myself back to taking notes.
Then the unexpected happened.
"Studying notes for Everman's class?" I hear Khalon ask, as he pulls a chair out, and sits across from me, and pulls out his iPhone, which is all decked out with mathematical stuff on it. It is then that I wonder if it is a dream or reality. Of all the students in this school, Khalon Snow would never sit at my table.
"Yeah, I have a test coming up, and I need to pass," I tell him. It wasn't exactly true, but it was passable. I figured, he wouldn't know otherwise.
"Passing his tests aren't easy," Khalon pointed out, and then ran his fingers through his red hair, and then looks back at my textbook.
"Yeah, I know. I had his classes last year as well," I point out, as I finally decide to give up on taking notes. I wouldn't be able to do so as long as he was here.
"Stay back?" Khalon asks. Damn I hated that question, and I wondered if I had really wanted to answer it. It was an answer I didn't feel like sharing, because, it was when I had been kicked out of my parents home for coming out about my sexuality, and I ended up being in foster care until the state decided that I was able to live with my aunt, Carole Hudson, and her husband, Burt was also when I had lost my closest cousin, Finn Hudson, due to deep depression, and didn't talk to anyone about it, in which, I wish he had, because, he would still be here.
"No, I had personal reasons," I answer him truthfully, but that was all I gave him for an answer, and that was all he was going to get. He didn't need to know about Finn. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me. I hated sympathy.
"Oh, sorry, man. Anyways, good luck with that test," Khalon tells me, as he gets up from the chair that he was sitting in.
"Yeah, thanks," I tell him, as I get up as well, and head towards the book selection I had wanted. I wanted something different, even though, I had read Harry Potter, which again, was another memory I had with Finn.
I scanned the shelf. What the hell would I read? Divergent seemed to interest me, but I made a mental note to check it out later. The Vampire Diaries seemed to girly, besides, I checked out the pilot, and it seemed like garbage. The Hunger Games was alright, but I had read it before it came a trend. Then finally I had found something. The Maze Runner. I had never read it, and what was the worse that could happen?
I checked the book out, and head towards my locker, so I would be able to get to class on time. I was doing fine, until some bozo had decided to trip me, which I had landed flat on my stomach.
"Watch where you're going!" they demanded, as I realized that somehow I had injured myself on impact.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" I hear someone sarcastically ask the student who had tripped me. I hadn't recognized the voice, but I knew it was a male's voice, and I was fine with that.
"You alright?" he asks me, as he helps me up, and scans the hallways quickly, as though, he were looking for a way out, if it was needed.
"Yeah, I think so. I heard a snap in my wrist, as I hit the floor though," I tell him honestly, as I adjust my messenger bag, now neglecting the thought of going to class prepared. "I'll be fine," I add quickly.
"So, does, McKinley always suck this bad?" he asks, not caring if he offended anyone, especially, the cheerleaders who thought that they owned this place.
"Depends, if we have a home game, or not," I tell him, as I think back to what Finn had told me once, when I asked him the same question, just on a different situation.
"Maybe, I should sign up, and become captain, maybe, that would make my cousin happy," he tells me coldly. I had just gotten the sign that him and his cousin didn't get along, but I wasn't about to ask.
"I doubt self injury would be the answer," I tell him, as I could recall.
"I never stated self injury, now did I?" he asks me coldly. I was starting to think this kid had issues, but for some reason, I liked him. I maybe, even liked him more than Khalon, but I wasn't sure as to why.
"I'm Evan," I tell him finally, as I decide to introduce, and adjust my messenger bag again, as my brown eyes travel over and meet his sky blue eyes.
"I'm Elijah, but please, call me Eli," he tells me, as the bell rings, announcing that we should be in class. "That's my Que to get to Bio," he adds, and turns and leaves, and makes his way to the science wing, and I was doomed for history class.
-Charlie's POV-
I was minding my own business when I ran I ran smack dab into the only male cheerleader in this school, Khalon Snow. Honestly, I couldn't really stand him, and I was sure that the entire school knew it, and I think that was why the stupid coaches kept him on the team.
"So, Charlie," he began, as he adjusted his Titans gym bag, as he realized it was me.
"Don't bother, Fishface," I protest, as I knew what he was aiming for, and I didn't bother to hear what he was going to say. I didn't care.
"Well fine, but being fair, I was going to tell you, good luck at being Captain this year," he tells me, as he meets my eyes, and I snicker as though he held a chance. That was my Captain status, and I was going to keep it that way.
"I won't need luck, because, you and I both know who everyone would like to see as Captain, and it sure as the hell isn't you," I tell him, and roll my eyes, as the bell rings, and students hurry to get last minute things from their lockers, if they needed them.
"I guess we'll see about that," he protests to me, as we separate and head in the direction of our next classes, and damn, I was glad to be separated from him.
"Yeah, I guess that we will," I answer him back, as I turn around, and run again, yet into another boy, except this time, this boy looked rather 'emo' (if that is still a thing) and was sporting a band t-shirt. Yes, I recognized the band, but I wasn't a fan of them, and probably never would be. In my head, I try to recognize if I had known him or not, even though, I rarely ever payed attention to boys, because I would rather pay attention to the hottest girls on the Cheerios.
"Sorry," he states, though, I doubted he was.
"Whatever," I tell him, as I hurry to class, in which I was sure I was now going to be late, and a cheer captain could never be late, especially in the first week of classes, and with voting today after school.
I head for class, and that's when I hear someone using the old music room. The one that used to be used by the old school choir, or whatever, New Directions. I remember some history about it, being as my cousin, Quinn Fabray was in it. I just roll my eyes and head for class. I had other things to worry about.
-Jake's POV-
It certainly felt funny being back in this school, after taking a year off. Normally, at nineteen, I would have graduated, and more than likely be attending college for something I was really interested in. However, this year, I'm going to focus on two things so I am able to do just that. One: my daughter, Viola, (though, my mother still says I should have named her Violet, instead of a character from a Shakespeare play), and two, my school work. I'm aiming for the Honor Roll.
"Excuse me," I hear someone speak to me, breaking me from who knows what, as I was the only one in the mathematical wing at the time. Or so, I had thought. It seemed odd, since, no one ever uses the words "excuse me" anymore.
"Yes, may I help you with something?" I ask, though, I was unsure as to answer him. For all I know, he could have been running late for class, as I was about to be. I get a glimpse of his sky blue eyes, and then turn my attention back to him.
"Geometry, Mr. Rubens," he tells me, as it appeared he had lost his manners, which didn't surprise me much around here. Anyways, I think for a moment, and then decide to answer him, as I figured where is room was, since it had been a while since I had his class.
"You're headed the right way, around the corner, and two doors on the left," I tell him, as I adjust my backpack, and get ready to head into my class, being as I was about to late.
"You might want to hurry up though, once you're late, he locks the door," I give him the heads up, and head inside for class, just as the the bell rings, and I head for my seat in the back. I preferred the back of the room, because, it was where you had the best place to not be distracted. If you were in front of the room, you were more than likely to picked for all of the answers.
I saw the judgmental students, as I pass. I didn't care. Then I saw the only seat available.
I had no idea who she was, but, she had already started the chapter, before Mrs. Palmer had even walked in. I found it odd, since, most of the class would moan and groan about the assignments, and spend later hours in the night to stress-fully get the work done.
"Are you new in class?" she whispers to me without taking her eyes off the page she was on.
"Sort of," I honestly answer her as I finally take out my book, and open up the page that was written on the board.
"What do you mean sort of?" she asks me confused, as she puts her pencil down for a moment.
"I took a year off for," I begin, as I gather what to say to her. I mean, I hadn't even gotten the blonde hair, blue eyed girls name. "Personal reasons," I finally tell her.
"Speaking of which, I've never seen you in this class either," I tell her, as I finally pull out my pencil and begin to work out my math problems.
"I just started this class, I was in accounting, but I decided I'd like this class better," she tells me happily, and then smiles. "I like being smart, unlike every teenager in this school," she adds, as she points out.
"I'm Jake," I tell her finally, as I finally worked out the first answer.
"Darcie," she tells me, as she pushes some of her loose blond hair out of her eyes, before she turns back to her textbook, and begins to write down some more answers. I do the same until the end of the class, and put my textbook in backpack, and head in the direction of my locker, and make a mental note to call home at lunch time, and see how Viola is doing.
As I head to my locker, I see that blue eyed boy walk into Mr. Evans's classroom, and shut the door behind him, so I figured that whatever it was that he had to talk to Mr. Evans about was rather important, and I carried onto my locker.
"Welcome back," I hear someone announce, as I get to my locker, so I can trade my text books for my other books that I would need for next class, and I realized, I had no clue who this person was.
"Thanks," I respond, as I continue to work on the books that I would need next.
"You don't remember me do you?" the person asks, as though, this hadn't phased her.
"No," I answered her honestly, though, I was sure if I wracked my brain enough, I would have probably gotten her name.
"Samantha Hem," she tells me with a smile on her face, and then closes her locker, as I guessed she had what she needed, and got ready to walk away. I wondered how she had known me, but I wasn't curious enough to ask.
"Oh yes, I think, I remember you now," I tell her, as I do the same that she had done, and shut my locker, as I placed my Advanced World Science book in my backpack, and place it, as I was getting ready to head for class.
"No, you don't, but I'll pretend you do," Samantha tells me, as she heads for class, her ash blond curls bouncing around, as she takes those steps. I was already with someone, but I was watching Sam, as she continued to walk towards her class. I doubted any memory of her would come back, and I pushed any worry aside.
That was until I walked by the "Team Spirit" wall, which featured fliers of anything McKinley High. Newspaper. Yearbook Community. Debate club. French club. You name it, and as I walked by, very briefly, I thought I had saw one I liked, and that one flier had said something about a Glee Club, but I couldn't be so sure.
Alright loves, that's the first set of intro's, and as you can see, not everyone has met Eli yet, but they will soon enough.