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Chapter Eighteen - First Day

Meeting every cliché first day of school ever I wake up late. I shower double time and then shove on some jean shorts and a white fringed cami top and then grab a cardigan, that I know I probably wont even need. I dump all my things into a bag and run to my mini.

By the time I get there the car park is packed and I have to park across on the far side. I take a look around watching the hustle and bustle of bodies.

Friends meeting each other, not a care in the world.  There is a guy smoking leaning against a car as girls flock near by trying to catch his attention. A couple making out right in front of everyone.

I stand in the middle of it all, relaxing slightly, knowing now that I'm not going to be walking in last, to a class full of stares. My eyes are glazed over as I people watch getting lost in the buzz of bodies.

Then someone wraps arms around my shoulders hugging from behind. Nate lets out a groan and the sound relaxes me knowing its not some stranger grabbing on to me. I laugh at him.

"It's too early to be moving around." He moans his head shoved into my neck, I can feel his wet hair tickling my skin. He must have had a shower and come straight here. I pat his head in sympathy.

"You should dry your hair properly before you go outside. You'll get sick." I share my sagely wisdom. I feel his lips stretch into a grin and he tightens his hold on me slightly and then jostles us side to side, then lets go. I miss his warmth immediately. I still feel sensitive after last night.

"Okay I've collected my morning energy." He announces. I turn and see Jace making his way towards us. Nate must have jumped out of the car while Jace was finding somewhere to park.

Deacon joins us shortly after, looking stressed but when he sees me he gives me a smile. It seems forced. Jace touches my arm, pulling my attention, and I turn to him.

"Everything okay?" Jace asks me, and I know he's referring to my mother calling me in.

"Yeah, she just wanted to know if I was ready for today." I tell him, answering truthfully, but not sharing my worry or the details of our conversation. I looks down at my feet, not wanting him to see my eyes.

"Go to your room, Kate."

There is an announcement though the old speakers saying we have to head to Hall 2 to get placed into our classes. We shuffle along with the crowd and head to the hall. Deacon is behind me, and Nate in front and Jace is ahead of him. I feel Deacons palm resting on my lower back.

Eventually we reach the big room and wait to get our homeroom details. I don't know why they don't just send this out in the mail but whatever. I look around us there are too man of us shoved together in here. I notice some people are watching me, and the boys, after hanging out with them, I've forgotten how good looking they are. I glance to the boys but they either don't notice or don't care, eyes focussed on the tutor on stage reading out names.

Next I spot some of the group from the Mall. I'm stunned to see the boy is already looking at me. He smirks a little at my face when I see him watching. I divert my eyes and continue my perusal of the hall, glancing back at him a few times but he's not staring anymore, thankfully.

Nate nudges me, and I tilt my head up at him question. "We aren't in the same home room." He pouts.

I shrug. "Maybe we will have some classes together."

"We better." He grumbles. Like it matters. School is just sitting around listening to facts we don't need, surrounding by kids who care about superficial things that don't matter, eating at lunch, more sitting, then heading home and repeat. Boring, boring, boring. If I had anything better to do I think I would be heading for the door now.

Cynical much, huh?

"May Weldon." The teacher saying my name draws my attention. She announces a load of other names, non of which are the boys, and then states what room I have to go to. I guess I'm on my own in homeroom; I hike my backpack on my shoulder and start to head off.

"See you guys later." I say over my shoulder. They wave and smile a little at me, but I can tell they wish they were going with me.

I'm not worried about walking on my own. In fact I like it that way, no more stares, by association, I can hide under the radar and keep to myself.

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MAY IS NOT MUCH OF A FAN OF SCHOOL AS YOU CAN SEE :/

SHE WASNT ALWAYS THAT WAY THOUGH, NOT THAT SHE LOVED IT JUST....

NEXT CHAPTER WE SEE OUR NEW FRIENDS ;)