It's our dirty little secret..

Chapter 1

At West Side High, the kids were always well behaved. The football team hadn't lost a game in fifteen years and the most kids were accepted into high class universities from there in all of Ontario, Canada. Everything was perfect until two small things changed; the Janitor and a new student named Nate.

Nate was what some might say a 'rebel'. He smoked, he got into fights, he never did his homework and he usually didn't show up to class either. He was your typical bad boy. He could easily get any girl he wanted or so it seemed. He was quite the charmer and his good looks helped on that too.

This 17 year old was tall and strong. He was about six feet tall with the muscles of a football player. Nate had choppy black hair, angry blue eyes and rarely smiled. It was a major flaw of his but he didn't care.

Nate grew up in an abusive household. His father, being an alcoholic, would be drunk most of Nate's childhood and lose his temper easily. He always took it out on Nate because he was the oldest of his siblings. His mother was helpless against his dad and could rarely restrain him from beating on the innocent Nate.

Having said that, Nate grew up to be very strong and push people away often. It was rare if he dropped the heavy walls he kept around himself and let anyone in, he didn't trust easily.

Nate was brought to a foster home when he turned fourteen. He never behaved himself and could never show the amounts of respect that were acceptable so he moved around quite a bit. He was transfered to West High to start new this semester and quite frankly, he wasn't looking forward to it.

Wearing jeans, a plaid shirt and his usual black hightop Converse, Nate walked into the school for the first time. It was huge. The biggest school he had ever been to and, it was rich. It wasn't like his usual 'Ghetto' schools he went to no, this one was rich and it was obvious.

He went into the main office to get his time table and as he walked, he kept his eyes open for any cute girls he may find or people to stay away from. Walking with his confident swagger, he made it to the office.

When he walked in he was greeted happily by the secretary "Hello! How can I help you today?" she chirped.

"I need my schedule for this semester... I'm new" Nate said, leaning against the tall desk that the short secretary hid behind.

"And what's your name sir?" She asked politely, opening up a filing cabinet.

"Davies, Nathan Davies" he said.

As the secretary looked for his schedule, a grade eleven student walked past and she caught Nate's attention. He did a double take as he watched her walk off, his train of thought derailing as he watched her leave.

Her flaming red hair was curled loosly and ran down her back. She was wearing a green sweater that fit her perfectly along with jeans that hugged her in all the right places, showing Nate the petite figure she had.

"Mr. Davies" The secretary called for the third time, snapping her fingers and bringing Nate back to reality.

"Uh what? Yeah?" He said, blinking a few times and shaking his head.

"Here you go" She said with a smile, handing Nate his time table.

"Uh.. Thanks" Nate said quickly, stuffing his time table into his back pocket and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He left the office and looked around, hoping to see that girl again but he didn't so he headed towards his first class.

Standing in front of his first class's door, he took a deep breath before walking in. He knew class didn't start for another four minutes but almost every seat was taken. He looked around and saw an empty desk at the front. Nate sighed, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder as he walked up to the desk. He took his seat and slouched back into it.

Nate looked over to his left and saw a preppy looking guy sitting next to him.

"Great." Nate groaned, rolling his eyes and tapping his pencil against his notebook.

Two minutes before the bell rang a girl with flaming red hair, wearing a green sweater and jeans walked in. Nate looked up from his notebook and recognized her immediately as the girl walking down the hall.

Her green eyes looked around the room for a seat but couldn't find any other one but the empty desk on Nate's right. She smiled slightly, looking at Nate's features before looking down and walking to the seat.

Nate played it cool, looking back at his notebook and tapping his pencil again but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at her as she sat down. He looked back to his book and waited for the teacher.

The teacher walked in.

"Good morning class" Miss Lovet said as she walked to her desk.

"Good morning" Some students said while others smiled.

"We seem to have a new student in the class." The teacher said happily "Nate is it? Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Nate shook his head "No thanks... I'm good" he said, slouching back further into his chair and watched as the teacher nodded awkwardly before starting the lesson.

The red headed girl sitting next to him took out a paper.

"I'm Paisley :)"

She wrote in blue ink. When the teacher wasn't looking, Paisley tossed it onto Nate's desk. He looked at it then looked at her. Paisley smiled and looked away, writing what was on the black board so Nate picked up the note.

"I'm Nate" he wrote back, handing it to her. His skin gently brushed against hers and she looked at him. They were just looking at each other, both feeling a strange connection when they touched. Paisley's green eyes poured into Nate's blue ones but both teenagers couldn't look away.

"Paisley, Nate, do you know what the answer for question eight is?" The teacher called to them. Paisley looked away quickly, sitting up straight and Nate slowly sat back in his seat.

"Yeah um..." Paisley said, looking at her math text book "X = 9.83?" she said with question as she looked back up at the teacher.

Miss Lovet nodded "Correct!" she beamed, writing the answer on the board and going back to her lesson.

Nate kept glancing over at Paisley and she did the same, both wondering what was it they just felt. Nate kept looking at his big, rough hand and smiled slightly as he felt like the skin where she had touched him felt a little bit softer. Rubbing his hands together, he looked at the black board. He made it look like he was listening but really he was thinking about what he had just experienced and when it could happen again.

Nate started thinking about her eyes and the her lips and before he knew it he was drifting into a vivid daydream of him, Paisley and an empty classroom.

"Nate" Paisley's voice broke through his dream. He blinked a few times and was brought back from dreamland. She had been saying his name in the dream but in a completely different way.

He looked around and saw the kids were filing out of the room.

"Class is over already?" Nate asked, picking up his book and stuffing it into his bag.

"Yeah and you missed half of it" Paisley laughed, walking past him and leaving the room.

Nate watched her leave, admiring the view from behind. He smiled slightly before leaving the room as well, hoping to find his next class without getting lost.

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Author's Note: This Story is for my good friend James who gave me the insipiration and sparked the idea that created this. Thanks James :)