// chapter i //
Jordan Collins POV
The walk to school was tiring to say the least. I got there with fifteen minutes to spare. I took that opportunity to prepare myself for my classes, grabbing the books I need from my lockers and also eating the sandwich I brought with me, I skipped breakfast so I decided to eat it now rather than wait for lunch.
I made my way to the back of the school where a very beautiful cherry blossom tree was located at the far corner. I passed by the old fountain, it was all dried up with no water adorning it. The winds danced with my hair. My hair swayed in different directions along with the wind, I took this as a sign to tie it up. Dried leaves where all over the place, but it just made the scenario more beautiful, well to me it is anyway. I reached the cherry blossom tree and took a seat and rested my back to its trunk. I unwrapped my sandwich and started devouring the whole thing. I was halfway through with my sandwich when engines roaring were heard. I glanced behind the tree only to see Jordan Carter parking his motorbike. In Sarah Anglo's University, we have two parking lots, in the front and back part of school, the front is designated for motorbikes and bikes, while the back part is for four-wheeled vehicles. Jordan just like to rebel against the rules. Nobody would lecture him about it though, maybe because he is the resident bad boy of the school with a not so very clean record. Nobody would want to cross paths with him. Rumors were that he street fights and was sent to jail three times already. I myself doesn't like to believe such gossips, I want to hear the truth from him - if he is willing, of course.
It was a good thing that I am covered by the cherry blossom tree. I observed as how he got down from his motorbike, took of his helmet and stretched. As he was stretching I saw him winced. He immediately rubbed a spot in his left arm. He disregarded it and stood still for a moment. As if sensing he was watched, he quickly took a glance at my direction, just in time I hid myself behind the tree. I would appear like a creepy stalker if he caught me. I heard footsteps coming my way. Oh dang it. As if on cue, somebody called him, I thanked the guy mentally and weaved out a sigh. I heard his steps becoming softer and softer until it was inaudible. I took a cautious peek and saw he was laughing along with a guy. I don't recognize the guy, but I just classified him as "Jordan's friend"
Funny if I call him that, because it's like I'm saying his friend is my friend. Oh, have I mentioned we have the same names?
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Jordan Carter's POV
I rushed in the busy street of Baseline. Our population here in this town isn't much, but today it feels like we have multiplied. People were scattered everywhere. From the stores, to the streets, the alleyways, in the park, it seems to be in full pack. I beckon it is because it's Monday, the start of the week. Any human being would have been saddened by the thought that it is already Monday, but in my case, I was happy. I am happy to be out of our wretched house. The house were the devil himself is sprawled on his throne - the couch. I felt a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach causing my driving to waver a bit, but just in time for me to recollect myself and take control. Just the thought of him drives me mad.
I have a good view of our school, I took another route and head to the back of the building. Drivers with four-wheeled vehicles should be the only one allowed to park in this area, but I don't give a flying fvck about it. I like it to park here because it is safer and peaceful, nobody would really come to this area unless for parking purposes, other than that it is abandoned. I quickly parked it, cutting the engine off as well. I took of my helmet off and clipped it to the handlebars, securing it intact. I stretched a bit but winced when a jolt of pain registered through my system. I quickly rubbed the spot where the pain was coming from. Last night, Jerry thought it was nice to play dodgeball with me, only that the ball he used are ornamental displays from our house. He threw a vase at me but I used my left arm to block it from hitting my face, after that he passed out cold on the floor. I would have hit him then and there but my mom and sister just came in. My mom sent me an apologizing look while my sister gave me a confused one. I quickly wracked my brain for an excuse and came up with a lame one, that dad accidentally kicked the vase towards my direction and slipped, causing him to pass out. It was a pretty lame one, but enough to convince my eight year old sister anyways.
