Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 3:
The Zac Effect
The cafeteria empties as everyone scatters following the bell. I stand in the empty room alone, getting out my timetable from my bag. Everything is silent, and even the hallway sounds empty.
Looking at my timetable, I draw my finger to my next period; Spanish.
Making my way down the lonely hallways, yet again I'm completely lost, and the worst part is that it means I will arrive late to Spanish. Everybody will stare at the new English girl who once again was lost and can never arrive on time.
I begin to genuinely consider sitting outside of the door, listening in so that I can't embarrass myself.
Turning another corner, I'm met with another hallway that I haven't come across before. The smell of cologne suddenly hits me, and I realise that I have walked into the sports area, more specifically, the male locker rooms.
The sharp but sweet scent is alluring, and you can easily get lost in it. Maybe there's a secret ingredient that helps boys capture the attention of girls, like a drug.
Away in my own world, I fail to notice the boy who has just walked out of the locker room. Walking along on his phone, he clearly doesn't notice me either, and with the feeling of falling to the ground, I'm awakened from my thoughts.
As I hit the floor, my bag flies a few feet away from me with my keys, compact mirror and lip gloss scattering everywhere.
Some might say that this moment looks like something from a cliche romance film, however, this is stupidly far from romantic and is, in fact, very painful.
"Ouch." I murmur whilst trying to place all of the objects back into my bag.
"I am so sorry, I just didn't see you coming! Please let me help you." A deep voice insists, clearly shocked from bumping into me.
A hand appears in front of my face as this person gestures to help me up.
After placing the lipgloss back into my bag, I look up, and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. This boy is like nothing I've ever seen before. Even though my vision is still slightly blurry from the fall, it's clear that this boy looks like something sculpted from God himself.
Realising I'm gawping up at him, I clear my throat, and my vision becomes perfect again.
He stands tall, his blue eyes glistening as he looks down at me. His tongue grazes his bottom lip as he forms a tiny smirk, amused at the fact that I'm clearly mesmerised by him.
"It isn't your fault. I should've been looking as to where I was going." I reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear whilst letting out a nervous laugh.
I take his firm hand, and he pulls me up. I brush away any dust that has gathered on my jeans from the floor.
He frowns, squinting his eyes at me and it hits me that he hasn't made a shocked face or comment on my accent.
