A New Me

Chapter 1

A/N: I know I said I would start this when I was done with I Won't Walk Away, but I really don't know what to do next for that book. So I just thought that i'd start working in this one. I hope everyone likes it! I'm excited for it and can't wait to see how it turns out.

Let me know what you think. Whether you like it or hate it!! Thanks!! :)

P.S. I wrote this in Jay's P.O.V. because I'm not a mean person so it would be super challenging to write it in Kat's P.O.V. and it just wouldn't be good. I might do one from her P.O.V every once in a while. Also, I'm not a guy so I don't know what goes on in a guy's head... So yeah sorry!!

Chapter 1

The light seeping through my blinds in my bedroom was what woke me. Not my insistent alarm clock or the feeling nudging me to get ready for my first day at my new school.

No, those things could easily be ignored. The light was impossible to ignore though. I sighed and brought my hand up to my face, rubbing away the sleep.

I did not want this day to start. Being the new kid on numerous occasions, I knew what was coming. And I did not like it. Countless stares, rumors about my life spreading like wildfires, and people trying to befriend the new kid. I was tired of the same routine.

I got out of bed, the cold end-of-fall weather hitting my bare torso as I made my way to the bathroom attached to my bedroom.

My bedroom was more like a loft than a bedroom. It took up the entire second floor of our new house that my mother, younger brother and I shared. It fell under the perks of being born first. My brother was only two years younger than me. I was a senior and he was sophomore.

The loft was pretty big. It had enough room for a king sized bed, two couches, a flat screen TV, all of my gaming consoles, my ginormous bookcase full of books I had collected over the years of traveling the world, and for my weights and other work-out things. Not your average teenage room, but it was the only thing I could really call home. Wherever we moved, my room stayed the same.

We had been all over the globe. This was our second time in the US. We had lived in Australia, multiple countries in South America and Africa, Mexico and California. I was born and lived most of my life in Australia but we started moving when my mom and dad divorced, ten years ago. My mom gained custody over us and we had to travel with her wherever her job took her.

You would think that our dad would get us since it'd be easier on us to stay in one place. But my dad was an alcoholic. Was being the key word. My dad passed away five years ago because his liver failed or something because of all the alcohol he had drunk.

We moved around a lot because my mom was a model. She had to live in many different places because of her modeling agency. I'm not sure what she did exactly, but whatever it was, she loved doing it.

Whenever she would come home from work, she would have the biggest smile on her face. My mom truly was beautiful, but she was very modest about it. She never wore flashy or revealing clothing and hardly ever wore make-up. I still don't know how she fell in love with my ass of a father.

She could probably have any man in the world, but she chose a bastard that drank way to much. He was probably really nice when she met him, but people change. They shouldn't, but they do.

I heard a soft knock on my door and it opened to reveal my mother. She was in her fuzzy pajama set and slippers carrying a cup of tea. She does this every morning to make sure I'm awake and wearing matching clothes.

She knows that I hate moving around so much and feels awful whenever the agency moves her. I tell her that it doesn't matter, but I know she doesn't believe me.

She came in and say down on my bed. She smiled up at me and said, "Are you ready for your first day of school?"

"No," I grumbled out.

She sighed deeply and said, "Jay, I know you hate moving around, but we have to. Just think! You won't ever have to move again if you don't want to! It's your last year of high school. You're going to college next year, you can move out and live on your own in one solid place. Just think of it that way."

I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It was cold here. I wasn't used to cold weather. I was used to warm, sunny beach weather. Not cold New York City weather.

I tried to send my mom a smile but I could only manage a slight grimace. I knew what she was saying wasn't true. We would have to move again before the year was over.

I made my way into the bathroom again and got changed. Once I was done, I looked in the mirror. I saw the same face I always see. Nothing had changed since the last time I checked my reflection. Dark black hair and light blue eyes. Over all, I was handsome. I mean looked at who my parents were. Two years before the divorce they were voted 'Best-Looking Couple'.

I was tall, about six-six. Both of my parents were tall as well. My mom was six-foot and my dad was six-five. You could say I was muscular. I wasn't the biggest and I liked it that way. I was tall and lean with slight muscles that were still impressive. Girls drooled over me, but I paid them no attention. What was the point of getting a girlfriend if I was just going to have to move again?

I walked out of the bathroom and found my mom looking at one of the books on my book shelf. She turned to me and said, "Jay, try to make some friends this year. Okay? For me?"

I shrugged and muttered something about trying to. I knew that I wouldn't and I would just ignore my mother's wish, but I just didn't see the point.

I know it might seem that I was acting like a spoiled brat, but it was like this every time a new first day came around. Other days I was still moody but not as bad. I would actually have conversations with my family and make a few jokes, just not on the first day.

I walked down to the kitchen, grabbed my back-pack that contained my notebooks and binders from the last school and put some toast in the toaster.

My brother, Andrew or Andy for short, came running into the kitchen with a grin on his face. Unlike me, he loved the first days. He was a people person and loved meeting new people. Sure he didn't like leaving his old friends behind, but he knew that if they were true friends, they'd stay in touch.

He grabbed the toast from my hands that was on its way to my mouth and jumped onto the counter. I glared at him and put another piece of bread in the toaster. "Oh, lighten up! Stop being so moody!" Andrew exclaimed.

I just glared at him and buttered my toast. I checked the clock and grabbed my keys, "Come on or we'll be late," I told him.

He rolled his eyes but grabbed his bookbag and followed me out to the garage. Since he couldn't drive yet, I couldn't take my motorcycle. I hopped in my black Lamborghini. Andrew got in the passenger seat and I started the car.

Andy knew better than to talk to me on the first days of school, so he turned the radio on and started signing, probably thinking about all the girls that would drool over him.

Andrew was a player. He wasn't one if those awful ones that made the girls believe that he actually wanted to date them. He let them know that he was only in it for sex. And the girls didn't mind. They loved him.

He had medium brown hair and dark green eyes. He was tall, already six-one and had the same physique as me. He looked a lot like our mom with the brown hair and green eyes while I looked like our dad. Something I hated.

When we reached the school, we both got out and walked to the office. We got our schedules and parted ways, promising to meet up during lunch. I looked at my schedule and said, "Let this day in hell begin