Surface Pressures {Fingers Crossed Series} [Isabella's Story] |1|

|PART FIVE: NICEST KIDS IN TOWN|

Walking into the school I made sure to keep my head down. I didn't want anyone to think that I was looking at them the wrong way or take my eye contact as a threat. Staring down at my schedule I only peaked towards the lockers to make sure I didn't pass by mine. Going down several hallways it was the very last one all the way down at the end. It took me a few tries as my hands shook against the tiny dial but eventually it was entered properly and the locker opened.

Unloading my things, I had to take another look at my new schedule. It seemed like all my classes were on different sides of the school. And if they were so far apart there was no way I'd get to any of my classes on time with only a three-minute passing time. It was completely irrational and I wouldn't be running every single day. It'd rather be tardy than sweaty.

"You look lost." An accented voice echoed through the empty hallway, "Everyone's gone to class already."

My eyes instantly shot up to the only other person. Scanning over him quickly I couldn't keep my mouth from dropping open. He was a model compared to some of the boys I've seen throughout my life. He stood as tall as a giant and thin around the waist but his shirt was tight against his muscles.

"I could show you around if you'd like." He offered, walking closer to me, "I remember my first day. It would have been a lot easier if someone had offered to help me out."

"Uh..." I stammered, "I think I can find my way around. It shouldn't be too hard."

But he was too close already. A smirk crossed his face as he plucked the schedule from my hands. He stared at the paper with a certain serious glare that it was almost scary. It was like he was memorizing it.

"You are in luck." He folded the paper up and handed it back to me, "We share the same classes except for one."

Taking back my schedule, I felt uneasy. There was something about his eagerness to help me that wasn't sitting well. No one was ever this nice to the new kids and I hoped this wouldn't end up hurting me somehow.

"I'm Silas by the way." He extended his hand out towards me, "As you can already tell I am not a native American person, I was taken from Australia."

Keeping my hands at my side I just nodded my head, "Isabella."

He kept his hand there for a few more seconds before dropping it down to his side. Turning back to my lockers I grabbed an empty notebook, folder, and a pen. As quietly as possible I closed the locker and turned back to look at Silas, "Should we get going to class? I don't want to be horribly late on my first day. My caretaker wouldn't be too happy with me."

"Just follow me." He turned around, "All the teachers love me. I think it's because I'm a good student but it's probably because they like my accent."

"That's a big cocky, don't you think?" I spoke before thinking, "Sorry that sounded rude. Just forget I said anything. It doesn't matter."

The rest of the walk to the classroom was mostly him talking and me just trying to remember the way. If I could remember then I could walk myself to class and wouldn't need an escort. But going up and down the halls made it a lot more confusing than it should've been. Finally reaching the classroom, I walked in first and handed the first day slip to the teacher before finding a seat in the back of the class. Letting my hair fall over my face, I didn't want all the eyes on me.

"Everyone face forward." The teacher demanded.

As she began again with her lecture, I slowly pushed my hair behind my ears. Opening up my notebook I began writing down the directions that I could remember on how to get to this classroom. It seemed like it took every ounce of concentration that I had to remember any details at all. Getting lost in my drawing, the bell rang and I didn't notice.