The Bad Boy

Ch 2- Rejects

*Kat's POV*

The next two weeks of summer were pretty quiet for Kat. Her family was busy unpacking and organizing the house before Kat had to start school. Her parents tried to get her go to the mall or park or anywhere to make friends, but she didn't want to. She honestly hated having attention drawn to her, she was shy and nervous and only came out of her shell at home or with really good friends. She was barely able to hold up a conversation with Michael without freaking out. And when Luke started hitting on her... that's when she backed up into her shell. Nothing like that had happened to her before, other than her best friend, Jacob, back in New York. But now she was in Australia and this boy was hitting on her.

After that first day she told herself she wouldn't get mixed up with Luke and his group. Each time he tried to approach her when she went outside, either to go to the grocery store or to get the mail, she would zip past him and not talk to him. Even if Michael was around, but even then he seemed to scare her with his bright red hair and loud voice. But then again, practically every new person she met scared her, even if it was just a bit. That's what happens to a person with social anxiety when they move across the world from a city she had lived in her entire life.

She had also found out that her room was right across Luke's room. He would always open up his window to try to talk to her whenever Kat sat at her desk, which she moved to the window when she was emptying the boxes and arranging everything. Whenever Luke would try to talk to her that way, she would just close the blinds on him. God he was strange.

But today, she was dreading something else. Her first day at her new high school. She stood in front of the mirror of her bathroom, her expression showing worry and anxiety. "Don't worry Kat. It's just like any other day. It'll be fine." She told herself. After a couple minutes of reassurance she jumped into the shower, enjoying the feel of the water on her skin. After a good 15 minute shower, she got dressed, her ripped jeans sticking to her legs slightly, and her green day tank top hanging loosely on her as she pulled a flannel onto her sleek arms.

Maybe she would finally get a tan from living in Australia, which she desperately needed. Her skin was so pale, but that's what you get for living in New York. She packed up her bag, throwing in a binder for her core classes and one for her electives, along with a couple books, including her personal book which she would just doodle in and write random stuff in and as stupid as it sounded; song lyrics. But hey, she wanted to become a famous artist, so she had a reason. She slung the bag over her shoulder and stomped down her stairs, her cold barefoot stumbling along.

Her mother sat at the island in the kitchen, the stool lifting her up a bit. Her head perked up a bit at the sound of footsteps coming form the hallway. "Hey Honey, I made toast and bacon." She said when Kat came into view. Kat smiled and took a piece of toast.

"Thanks. But you're probably going to have to finish that bacon by yourself." Kat chuckled, taking a bite of her food as she pulled her socks and boots onto her feet. Unlike most of the world, Kat hated bacon. She couldn't stand it. She didn't know why. She just always hated it, ever since she was a kid.

Her mother laughed. "Oh right. I forgot you don't like bacon."

It was silent as Kat packed up the rest of her school supplies and ate 3 more pieces of toast. "Okay mom, I better go." Kat yelled from the hallway, picking up her car keys.

Her mother shuffled through the hallway. "Okay, have a good day. Text me when you get there and when you get let out. I want to here everything when you get back okay?" She ordered, giving Kat a tight squeeze.

"Don't worry mom! I'll be fine! You freaked out less when I would walk to school while we lived in New York!" Kat joked, opening the door.

"I know, I know." Her mother stood at the door, watching as her only child threw her backpack into the passenger seat and climbed into the car.