Unforgettable

Chapter 1

Celine Pov

So far I've survived seventeen years under my mother's rule; She homeschooled me, forbade me from ever leaving the house without her watchful eyes, and tormented me ever since we came here. It wasn't always like that; wasn't as suffocating.

It started around when we moved into Woodsboro. As the movers dragged our belongings into our new house, my mother tailing them after they dropped a vase, I began to explore the area. A flow of laughter echoed from my neighbor's yard, luring me through the gate. I strolled inside, thinking I was stealthy in my movements until I stopped in my tracks, my attention snatched up by the scene in front of me.

There he was, my future muse, innocently jumping on a trampoline with some other children, grinning without a care in the world. His hair flew as he played on it, spinning in the air and entrancing my younger self. I walked forward, unsure why I was drawn to him, just following the need to play with him.

As I trotted towards him I was yanked by the collar of my shirt, dragged back into the new home.

My mother's claws sank into my little pink sweater, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

I don't remember much of the details, just that I was instilled with the fear of ever approaching the boy next door.

Throughout the years, I spent an ungodly amount of time watching him through my window whenever my parents weren't paying attention. He was a means to escape the boredom seeping from the foundations of our home. As we both aged, he grew even more enchanting; tall, tan, and handsome. Between my mother's lessons, I dreamed of talking to him, getting to know him, and maybe even flirting.

I'm now in my final year of high school, dying to know what is beyond the confines of my room. After lots of arguments, conversations, bartering and begging, my parents agreed to let me spend my senior year in public school.

It was today. My first day of refreshing freedom. I woke up before my alarm, anxiety radiating throughout my being. Hours passed by as I threw hundreds of outfits together, unable to satisfy myself until I caught sight of my cropped, crocheted sweater. I threw together my perfect ensemble; a tank top with a crocheted sweater layering it along with green pants.

        I grabbed my keys and then headed out the door, careful to not disturb my sleeping parents, to my motorcycle until I saw him in the corner of my eye. My head shot toward his direction as I saw his dreamy figure hop inside his car and drive away, not even noticing me. I'd never been that close to him, my nerves growing as I struggled to mount my bike and leave. At this point, I was running super late and had to speed. Once I finally got there, I saw Maple, my guide.

"Hey, I'm Celine," I put out my hand, "The new transfer."

She stared at my outstretched arm, stuffing her hands into her pockets, "Yeah, you're late."

"Uh, sorry?" Fuck is her problem?

"Come on, the bell is gonna ring," She turned around, speedwalking inside the school.

I silently followed to the office, "Here's your folder. Ask for Ms. J and you should get your textbooks," Before I could even reply, she left me to my own devices.

I entered the room and looked around for any nametags to find Ms. J. I stood there, clutching the blue folder close before a hand grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to face them.

"Hey! You must be our new transfer! I'm Ms. J and I basically handle everything around here," Ms. J annoyingly smiled, contorting her face into an ugly grin.

She sported lightly faded blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders along with annoyingly colorful clothes, contrasting the bleak office. Her voice was so high-pitched as she rambled on and on about the unfair treatment she endures.

"Yeah, that must suck... I was told to ask you for my textbooks?" I tried to steer the conversation.

"Oh yeah! Here they are," She handed me a tower of thick books, "Sweetie, try not to fall. Let's go, your teacher must be waiting on us."

"Cool," I struggled to keep up with her fast pace, working even harder to listen to her.

"I heard your guide is Maple. She might not be around much since she's always busy but your schedule is in that blue folder along with a map of the school. You transferred a month after school started so you might be a bit behind, I recommend visiting the library for a tutor. "

We finally made our way through the maze of hallways and stopped at a door. She slowly opened it while I followed closely behind, taking in my surroundings. I stood there awkwardly as she introduced me to the teacher, still wrestling with the heap of textbooks.

"Hello Celine, I'm Ms. Robinson. I'll be your new math and homeroom teacher. I truly hope you aren't just looks," She sneered at me with her yellowed teeth as Ms. J left.

"Excuse me?" She looked over the class, ignoring my inquiry.

"Everyone, this is Celine Allaire and she'll be joining us today. If anyone can please lend her our notes from this module, that would be appreciated," As Ms. R spoke, my eyes gazed over the students, noting that they were all staring at me.

I began chewing the inside of my cheek, then I saw him. Nothing else mattered at that moment, he raised his head from the desk, looking right at me. His gorgeous dark brown eyes met mine and I froze. From his angled eyes to his sloped nose and full pink lips, he was gorgeous.

"Celine, you can take a seat there," I snapped out of my daze and scuttled to the desk.

I could feel his eyes on me the entire way through, along with most of the students, "Hey, here are the notes you missed. I'm Eliza by the way."

I looked over and took in the pretty girl beside me. She had a muted pink, curly pixie cut, big green eyes, and an angled nose. Her lips were a bit thin but complimented her soft, feminine features. She wore light brown overalls with shorts and a gray shirt underneath.

"Thanks so much," I smiled at her, giggling as a noticeable blush coated her face.

"Yeah, no problem. If you ever need anything just ask. I could help you get to your next class if you want," Eliza looked away, finding her notebook as intriguing as ever.

"That'd be great actually. This blonde girl was supposed to be my guide but she kinda bailed. I think I have Mr. Garcia next," Eliza smiled at me and we continued the small talk while working through the packet Ms. R handed out.

"How are you already done?" She looked over, flipping through my answers.

"My mom always worked me on a timer," I suppressed the urge to pick at my nails, and a tight smile formed in its place.

"Are you a genius or something?"

"Hardly, my mom just wanted to make sure I had a good education."

"But she put you in public school?"

"For other reasons," The bell rang, and that conversation finally ended.