With Me | Chris Sturniolo

1.

I always suffered from this horrible condition- it's called being challenged. Self diagnosis of course, but I'm persuaded it's a real thing, so it's not my fault I was having trouble navigating this maze known as Fenway High School.

The last bell rang and students rushed from their lockers, going to class. Shit. I was going to be late and I had no idea where my first class was. It didn't help I could only walk so fast because I hurt myself a few weeks ago, and it was still healing.

When I got here, the receptionist sent me off with just a map and a 'good luck' Starting a new school was hard and having my face stuck in this map, would scream 'new girl'

Pulling out my schedule again, I saw my name printed at the top. Sabrina Gold. It was a nice name this time, but I was still getting used to it.

I reread the the room number again, as if reading it so many times would transport me there. Looking at my new phone, I sighed and realised I had five minutes to get to class before I was late.

"Fuck" I mumble, rushing down the hall and looking for my map in my bag.

Not paying attention, I was blindsided by a group of giant walking trees slash teenage boys. They were laughing amongst themselves- walking like they owned the school. I stayed close to one wall and reach into my bag to grab my map. Quickly, I'm thrown back as I collide with an outcrop of bricks, stopping just short of falling on my butt. Who makes a wall stick out like that?

My stuff poured everywhere and I grabbed them before quickly turning around, only to come face to face with something hard and human. My stuff crashed to the floor again as the pain in my ribs got worse.

Great.

"Are you blind?" A voice growled

My eyes meet the irritated blue ones of the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. He was with the walking guys I saw before.

His attitude stunk. He was equally at fault, if not more. But I didn't want to draw anymore attention to myself.

"I'm sorry" I apologise as we bent down to pick our stuff back up.

"Is your brain not able to communicate to your legs where you can and can't walk? If you didn't notice, there was someone in front of you, which means you move out of their way" he snapped, standing back up.

A small crowd gathered around us, clearly interested in the poor girl stupid enough to incur the wrath of this jerk.

"Sorry. I'm new and really don't know where I'm going" I said, standing up and brushing my hair out of my face. "Do you know where room 320 is?"

"You're new, not blind. Don't use excuses to cover this up. Get out of my sight while I'm nice" he scoffed and ran his hand through his hair.

This is nice? I could see the amused of the other guys and the crowd surrounding me, and now I'm doing exact opposite of blending in. Not wanting to stand out anymore, I glance at him once more before walking away.

"She does have some good ideas in that head of hers" I heard him say to his friends.

That's it. I turned around and walked back to him, looking straight into his eyes.

"I guess her head is useless after all" he said to his friends.

He leaned down to meet my height and looked me straight in the eyes, talking like he was talking to a toddler.

"Do you need a map of how to get the fuck out of my face?" He asked slowly

"No thanks" I said, calmly. "But I can draw you a map, so I can tell you how to get to hell"