In for the ride...

The begining

Hey guys, I have two other books out that I would love for you to read, but I hope you like this story. I was kind of sick of all the stories with the bad boy and the good girl. I tried to make Chris more mysterious and J more arrogant. Hope you like it!!! And vote and comment! Bye, Katie.

Shit. I have nothing to wear. I have to be looking hot for non school uniform day. At least 4 times a year my school will have non uniform days.

Uniform was uncomfortable, un-practical and is always a shitty quality. So everyone dresses up in casual clothes and brings money in for games and no homework and to be in non school uniform so that we can raise money for something.

Last year there was one for African children and the Nepalese earthquake. Mum always gives me money for it and I always take more for shops or the park after school.

I pulled my plain white t-shirt over my head that was a little bit see through and my plain black jeans on with my black and white Nike's.

It was June 2nd so I could get away without a jumper. Pulling myself out the door waving at Mum and my other older siblings I ran out the house.
School was about 35 minutes away by foot and if I was quick I could walk with a few of my friends.

After about 25 minutes it was clear that I wasn't walking with anybody. School was on a main road that had trees hanging over, high above the cars. It was a beautiful street and looked amazing in winter when it snowed.

Today the roads where busy with cars quickly racing past me. Suddenly a very quick Ford Fiesta shot past making leaves from the road fly up in the over me and water from a puddle in the road be sprayed on me.

Cursing I held my middle finger up at the car. Suddenly seeing a bystander across the road. Christina Field stood staring at me with a smile on her face, she had seen the whole thing and was now laughing at me.

I wave slightly at her with a 'fuck off' expression on my face. She stood still. Laughing. Bitch.

"Sorry." I yell over hoping that she'll walk away.

Looking at her up and down she has a large, oversized, white jumper on with blue, ripped shorts under it, her shoes were simple burgundy converses. I love burgundy.

Her hair was just longer then her shoulders and was jet black. Natural, I knew, she had the same colour hair from nursery. We had gone to the same primary school as well as a few people from our school. We have known each other for about 10 years but were never friends.

We stood their for about 30 seconds till I started to walk again, thankfully she hadn't stopped me and she had started walking too.

School was busy as usual, almost three thousand people fit into my school. It was almost always packed, but year 11's had gone and the year 7's had gone on a school trip to Cornwall for an adventure week. It was still busy mind you but less time waiting in lines at lunch.

Ah, who am I kidding I push in every lunch so it didn't really matter to me.
Now because the year 11's had left my year was at the top of the school. I only had one more year left and then I was free.

"Hey J!" I heard my friend yell. Turning I see that he is with three other girls. Blondie, Sara and Emma. They all wore matching short shorts and Ugg's with different crop tops on.

Sara was the only one who pulled off the crop top the other girls were a little chubby and showing off far too much.

"Joshua..." Sara flirted placing her hand on my arm.

"Sara." I said pulling my arm away. "Hey mate can I talk to you..." I pulled on my friends arm while he stared at the girls surrounding him. Darius Summers, was 5'10 and only about two inches shorter than me. Looking pissed he pulled out of my grip and punched me in the arm.

"Man! What the f?" Darius yelled.

"You fucking know I don't like Sara and then you literally pull her over to me. What the f?" I say back making sure the girls can't hear me.

"Sara just followed me, what am I supposed to do?" Darius argued.

"We gotta get to form." I said walking past him towards the double doors. He follows like a little puppy sulking as he waved to the girls, Sara has a upset frown on her face. Sorry, next time I'll stay so you can smother me again.

We walk into the classroom as the bell rings for registration. Suddenly I feel a pair of eyes bore into me as I walk in. I turn to see Christina staring at me then bursting into a fit of giggles as she talked to her best-friend Ash Tybolt who is sitting behind her.

I used to be good friends till I called him gay in year seven, really loudly and everyone started to make fun of him. Ash was definitely not gay because he got his own back by going out with my cousin in year 8.

He is a good guy but I'm never seeing us being friends again.

Ironically my seat was sadly next to him for two years until we got a new form tutor who sat me next to Christina. Perfect, I know.

Christina and I hardly talk to each other unless we have to and that is perfectly fine with me. Not to say that she wasn't attractive her perfectly wavy hair frames her face beautifully and her skin was flawless. Christina was about 5'8 now and she was thin with muscular arms and legs. But she obviously hated me, so non rid those matter.

I sit quietly until our form tutor starts reading names. And at that very moment a very loud Callum walks in.

"Glad you could join us Mr Abbe." Miss says dryly.

"Your welcome, beautiful." He says back with a cheeky wink, the class laughs as Miss starts again with the register.

"Chris," Miss says.

"Yes, Miss." The girl besides me answers. Why would you chose to be called a boys name? I ask myself. Christina is a girls name and Chris is a boys name so why? After Miss finishes the bell rings on time.

Great history, I thought, another class next to Christina Field.