Who Knew?

Chapter 1:

POV- Wyatt

I jerk violently awake to the screaching sound of a car alarm. My torso heaves up so that I'm in a sitting position. It happens fast, and my legs tangle up in my bed sheets. Kicking violently, I lean a little too far to the left. I hit the floor hard, writhing to get the sheets off. "Fuck," I curse when I land hard on my arm.

"Language, Wyatt!" My mother yells from down the hall. "How many times do I have to tell you! There will be no cursing in my house. Now get your shit together and go to school."

I can hear the smile in her voice as she talks, and roll my eyes at her hypocrisy. I love my mother dearly, but she can really be a pain in my ass sometimes.

My brother and I have been raised in a catholic home, but my father is much more invested in the religion than my mom. I can't speak for Jake, but I'm not sure that I really beleive in all that. Maybe God exists, but I'm a proof kinda guy. Plus, He sure as hell hasn't done anything to make Himself known to me.

As I attempt to unravel myslef, Jake peaks his head through my doorway, and snickers at my predicament. "Yeah Wyatt get you're shit together. Maybe then you'll finally be cooler than me." He laughs like he made some joke only he got. So funny. "Oh wait. Nah, you'll never be cooler than me. You're much too dorky for that bullshit."

I roll my eyes. I'm proud of my 4.0 grade point average, nothing he can say will change that. "Hey, at least I'll graduate before I'm thirty. Get into college and everything."

He scoffs. "They kick you out of high school at twenty one dipshit. So there."

That was his come-back? My brother truly is a complete and utter dumbass. A senior at nineteen, it was as if he would never graduate. Mom and dad have been hassling him about it all year, but none of it seems to have gotten through his thick scull.

"Get outta my room Jake!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

I grab the nearest pillow off my bed and throw it at the door. It slammed shut before it could hit him. Damn.

I finally get out of my covers with enough time to take a shower and change, since my alarm never went off. Not enough time to eat, however, and Jake, my ride to school, was not going to wait forever. Or even a few minutes.

I fly down the stairs, nearly tripping at the bottom. It sometimes surprises me that I'm sturdy enough to have made the football team. I'm kinda lanky, but muscular. Definitely not wirey by any means. Oh, and clumsey as fuck.

I slide through the kitchen doorway on slipery socks. My mom stands at the table folding laundry. I kiss her gently on the cheek before dipping into the main hallway of our house.

"Wyatt!"

I lean around to stick my head back into the kitchen. I straighten up in time to catch the Pop Tart wrapper that my mom throws at my head. "Thanks mom! I love you!"

"Love you too sweatpea! Have a nice day at school!"

I let the packet hang out of my mouth as I hop out of the house on one foot, trying to slip my shoes on as I go.

Jake honks the horn, and I practically growl at him. Sliding into the passenger seat, I slam the door as hard as I can, just to spite him. He only rolls his eyes. "Mature."

The rest of the car ride was quiet, which is a truly amazing feat, considering.

We pull into the student parking part of the campus, and I get out of the car. I glance up toward the large park, connecting to the school. Trees suround a big playground that is mainly used by the elementary kids and the pot-heads.

Leaning against one of the biggest trees, is the new kid in my grade. He came to school less than a week ago and has already initiated three fights between other juniors, and one other with a senior on the football team with me. We had all oohed and aahed at the wicked black eye he sported. It did look pretty badass.

The new dude still has a nice purple bruise on his jaw. I can't tell what other injuries he has from here, but what I can tell is that he is ultra hot. With floppy dark brown hair and pale skin. Deep, wise, green eyes tell of expirence that not a lot of us have. Or any. His eyes. Like swirling green globes that could swallow me up. High cheek bones and a strong, sexy jaw line. He must be at least six feet tall, and one of the most gorgeous people I've ever seen.

I frown. What is wrong with me? He's a guy. I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. It's crazy, and so wrong. Plus he's . . . him. He's a weirdo. A freak.

I shake my head to clear it, and notice him staring at me. His green eyes boring into my face. Goosebumps rise on the back of my neck and arms. What a creep.

I scowl at him and walk to the front of the school. There was something about him though. Maybe it was the way he was staring at me . . . or the way it made me feel.

A/N

Hey everybody! This is the first book I've written on Wattpad so it's kind of like a test drive. I think of all of the books I write as my babies so I hope you enjoy reading it, even if it may not be up to your standards.

I've really enjoyed writing it so far and can see Wyatt's character developing drastically in the future, hopfully for the better.

-R.S

As a heads up, I should be posting new chapters every couple of days or so, so stay posted!