The New Boy

Chapter 6

"So this girl. She's nothing like Katherine?" My dad asked through a mouthful of Cheerios. I hadn't heard my ex girlfriends name since I moved here but I hadn't forgotten how it sent a tingle down my spine, not a bad one, but not a good one.

"No dad, she's nothing like Katherine" I smiled. "She's kind and independent and beautiful..."

He let out a rough chuckle.

"What?"

"She must be pretty special if you've only known her two days" he replied, burrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I guess she is"

"Well, what's her name then?"

"Allison..." I sighed happily.

He nodded, shoving in another spoonful of cereal. "I met your mother in high school, it just clicked you know, we were like clockwork right until she..." He paused suddenly. He never really knew how to talk about mom after her accident; although I didn't blame him.

"You should get ready for work dad..." I said, he nodded and stood up, eager to finish the conversation. I was left the kitchen table, next to two empty seats, dads and moms. He should have got rid of hers before we moved but he insisted on keeping it, and it didn't feel right to stop him.

My phone bleeped, it was from Dylan but I couldn't really de code it.

'C ya @ skl gt a 😡 headache'

He needs to work on his texting.

I grabbed my bag and made my way out of of the house. My dads car was still there and I almost thought about checking if he was okay, but there wasn't much point. Ever since mom... Yeah, he just stopped, like he said earlier, 'it just clicked you know, we were like clockwork'. Maybe he's actually falling apart.

I decided to walk to school today, it was only a ten minute walk anyway. I used to walk to middle school with my mom everyday until I thought it wasn't cool enough to do so. Middle school was where I first met Katherine, she was already the Queen bee and was ready to reign till the day she went cold, I guess I used to like that about her, the way she was always one step a head and willing to destroy anything in her way. But when things got bad and Kat got obsessed with drugs and drinking there was no way I could stay away from her. I was addicted and she loved it. Allison is pretty scary too, but not the bad kind of scary, the good kind, the kind of scary that makes you want to just take a breath and leap in with no regrets. The perfect kind of scary. 

I keep rewinding and replaying what dad had said at breakfast, 'she must be pretty special if you've only known her two days'.

It doesn't feel like two days, I actually have no idea what it feels like. But it's a good feeling, and if it's a good feeling and a perfect scary then why shouldn't I take a chance?

There is probably a whole list of reasons why I shouldn't even talk to her. But hell! I was never given a rule book so why should I care about some pointless reasons made up by someone who has no control on my life.

Or I could be over thinking things. Well, obviously I am. Is that a bad thing. I'm pretty sure it's not a bad thing and even if it was a bad thing...

I looked pulled out my time table and groaned. One thing is definitely certain. Trig class for my first period is a bad thing.