What is love?

Chapter I

"My father said, that the first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away."

If this statement was true, then why didn't it feel that way with Jordan? I was pretty sure I loved him, yet,
these feelings I felt toward him hadn't changed me, not at all. They had just reassured me about who I truly was, since the beginning. And even though he made me feel things I had never experienced beforehand, it still felt oddly familiar to me.

This emotion, this feeling stuck down my throat each time he got into my sight. Like I had felt it forever, like it was meant to be somehow.

'Safehood High Station.'

A voice echoed, letting me know that
I would arrive soon. This was only the beginning of the day and I already felt worned out. Maybe it was the jetlag, maybe it was the stress of having to settle myself down in this new
town. I didn't know, but I knew I'd have to handle this in the best way possible, for my dad, for my brother, we couldn't move out again, this was our last chance at being happy, and I
wouldn't screw it. Not this time. After mom's death, everything had been pretty intense and complicated, dad was still grieving and my brother, well, try to explain to a five years old that he won't see his mom ever again. That was pretty messed up. But I was handling it. At least, I was so far.

'Rowling High Station.'

That was my dead end. Gathering my things, I stood up and left the metro station, hoping not to be late for my first day. Having to find my place in a new high school in the middle of the year was hard enough, I couldn't
allow myself to be late already. I wanted the staffs and teachers
to know that I wouldn't cause any issues around school, although it did happen in my older ones. Not because I was a troubled kid, no, only because I didn't handle bullies. Anyways,
this year would be different, or at least, I hoped it would be. I'd try my best to keep it low and be a good student for once. That was the plan.
Facing the old building , I breathed in deeply, letting my eyes wander over the sky.

'Look after me mom' I thought.

Smiling to myself, I made a
step, then two, and soon enough I found my way to the secretary office where a really nice old lady gave me my schedule as well as some books that the library didn't have. Not wanting to be late, I rushed toward homeroom, hoping not to get lost
within the corridors. Everything seemed to look alike, it
didn't help at all.

Looking down at the papersheet, I read : Room 24B.

Where the hell was that? Sighing, I let my hand replace a strand of hair behind my ear. I was definitely late.
Walking around the building , I hoped to run into someone who could help me, but unfortunately, the hallway was empty. Biting on my lower lip, I read the signs on the different doors,
hoping they would lead me to homeroom. Let's see, 18A, 22A.
Was I even in the good building? Turning at a corner, I ran into someone, their books falling on the floor.

'I'm so sorry.' I mumbled as I kneeled to help the redhead gather her stuffs.

She seemed to be around my age and was smiling. Well, at least she wasn't mad.

'Don't worry, I couldn't be more late anyways.' She giggled quite nicely, making me wince.

She was wearing a short denim skirt with a pink crop top that let me see her fit stomach. Well, she sure was in good shape. I wished I could be wearing that kind of outfit. Not that I couldn't, but I just didn't feel
comfortable enough to show off my body, except when I danced. Standing up, we faced each other, both smiling awkwardly.

'You must be the newbie.' She frowned, looking around, probably making sure that no one would see her in the hallways during class hours.

Nodding, I looked down at my
papersheet, still trying to figure out where I was.

'Let me see that.' She scooted closer in order to check my timetable.