When Lyla arrives at her new school, Crestwood High, her hopes of a new beginning are quickly challenged by the schools walking one-night stand. Lean, killer jawline, captain of the ice hockey team, and rude as all hell, Jack Hughes is everything Ly...
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It had been a month since my father had left us, and Mom had somehow let me stay home from school for that entire month. She was hurting, and so was I, so she let me stay hidden away for four weeks. Just as I had predicted, we moved in with my Nan while my mother found herself a new job in Crestview Heights, and I was made to leave the ice rink I had attended my whole life behind in Willowvale. It was awful, leaving the rink. I had to hand in my Willowvale Girls Figure Skating uniform, now that I no longer needed it, and Hayley made me promise not to start figure skating at the rink here in Crestview.
"It would basically be like cheating on us," she reasoned. "If you can't skate for Willowvale, then you shouldn't be allowed to skate at all."
She wanted me to leave my skates behind, but I wouldn't, my reasoning was that I at least wanted to remember skating. And, I had stuck to my word to not continue to skate. I missed it daily, multiple times a day, in fact. Skating had been my emotional outlet, my love, my home, and now, well, I didn't have that anymore.
I didn't want to start school again, much less at a new high school all together. As if high school wasn't already horrible enough, now I was being made to change in the middle of my senior year to a school that was not only public, rather than private, like I was used to, but a school that was home to the immature and notoriously cocky, Jack Hughes.
I gazed at myself in the mirror, staring emotionlessly through my soul. I didn't put in much effort, in fact, I hadn't since we moved here. I used to dress to impress, Hayley making sure I never wore anything less than above average attire, to be seen with her. Now, on my first day at a new school, I didn't want to be that same preppy girl anymore. And so, I left all of those clothes behind at my fathers house, and instead went through my mothers old boxes of clothes at my Nan's house, ones that had been forgotten from the 70's and 80's. I wore a pair of loose fitting jeans, rolled at the ankles and a tight fitted black shirt that sat high around my neckline. My gold necklace hung around my collarbones, the diamond pendant my parents had gotten me for Christmas last year glistening in the morning light. I slipped on a pair of Converse, not really thinking much of my shoes, they were just casual shoes for a not very eventful day.
My hair was pulled into an effortless bun that I maybe should have paid more attention to but couldn't be bothered. I didn't really care, to be honest, I didn't even want to go. I didn't want to see people or talk to people or be moving to this school, so why did it matter what I looked like?
I slipped on my backpack, the one I'd gotten from a skating conference a year ago, giving myself one last glance over before rolling my eyes and making my way downstairs to where my Nan and mother were cooking breakfast.
"Good morning sweetheart," Mom spoke up as I made my way through the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing out an apple. "Want some breakfast before School? were making bacon and eggs."
I grinned a small, thankful grin. "No thanks, Mom, I'm not very hungry, and I want to get there early so I can find my classes."
"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. It had been a while since we had sat down for breakfast together, something we used to do every day. "That's okay, honey, did you need me to drop you?"
