The Quarterback and The New Girl

1: meeting her

     It was mostly a normal day, at least I was going to pretend that. I pulled up to Pine Valley High School with my best friend Riley giving me a caring smile, I gave him a small smile. I took a deep breath, I needed to let out the pain and anger so no one could tell what was going on because then the other teams would try to get to me. I opened the door and got out and soon Riley followed. I locked it and walked inside Pine Valley. Everyone stared at me but I got that so much that it doesn't bother me anymore.

     I walked to my locker and opened it as girls started giggling making me internally groan. I'm sick of all of this attention that I get, I know, get used to it sense my dad's already making deals with colleges. I guess I got lost in my thoughts because I heard someone in the locker next to me; trying to open but obviously having trouble because they sound irritated.

    I moved my locker slightly to see it was a girl, she had long dark brown hair with electric blue eyes, she was about 6" and very tan, she was hot, I mean like HOT, but she was going to be bullied, every new kid is. Again, I must have been lost in thought because she was looking at me really shy, I think she must have already started on her because I thought I saw some fear in her beautiful eyes but it was gone just as fast it was there.

"Hi, I'm Austin." I said with a smile, I put my hand out to shake hers.

"Hi." She said staring at her shoes like they were the best things ever.

"What's your name?"

"Peyton"

"What's you first class?" I know I sound scary but I knew that she was going to get lost.

"Um, history with Mrs. Tangiom." Yes! My first class.

"That's my first period too." I said casually, well as much as I could.

"Not too be annoying but where is it exactly and how the hell do I open this thing?" She looked at the locker with concern.

" I'll take you to 1st and I'll show you" I opened her locker while looking at her wrist, what? She wrote her combo down on it.

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I walked with her to 1st and everyone looked shocked, no one is suppose to be with the new kid, but why should I care? I run this school.

As we walked in she sat in the front, I was worried because only nerds sat in the front. I sat next to her then she took something out of her bag, the next thing I knew she was wearing glasses. She was DEFINITELY going to get bullied. All through out class she raised her hand knowing every answer. There was a difference between the other new kids and her, I won't let them get her.

Pic up top is of Peyton.