Chapter 2

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by alexana_gadaleto

by alexana_gadaleto

unedited

Since I was the one who had the toughest time moving here, my mother generously allowed me to pick my room first. I automatically choose the bedroom with a bay window, joint bathroom, and a balcony; I had the perfect view from my room of the beach that was only a few minutes away. I decided that the furthest wall from the door would be the perfect wall for all of my tour posters I've collected. After deciding that I will decorate my room later, I quickly transfer my clothes from the boxes into the dresser and head downstairs.

"Need any help?" I asked my mother who seemed to be struggling to get all of the dishes in the cabinet. She allows me to help and I swiftly restack everything and put the plastic containers in neatly. I continue to help my mother unpack until Brendon is forced to help instead.

"Bridgette will you be getting out of the house today?" my mother asks while loading one drawer with the utensils.

"I wasn't planning on it." I don't understand why she would think I already have plans considering I've only been in this state for two hours.

"Well as I was driving by I saw this cute music store. You should check it out its only right up the road." My mother suggests. I decide that I do need the new The 1975 vinyl and I have nothing else to do for the rest of the day. I quickly go upstairs and change from my traveling attire (also knowns as sweatpants and a t shirt) to my worn out black skinny jeans along with my All Time Low sweatshirt. I pair the outfit with my black vans and redo my ponytail.

I ask for my mom's keys after grabbing my wallet and quickly head out to the car. As soon as I turn the car on I blast the AC. I hadn't thought of the fact that it was this much hotter in California than in Maine.

The ride to the music store took less than two minutes and I made sure to find a good parking spot so I wouldn't have to be in the heat for too long. After locking the car, I hurriedly walk into the store to be greeted by the nice air conditioning.

As soon as I'm done browsing the store, I finally go to the one thing that I came here for. As I'm searching for the vinyl, I feel a hand on my shoulder and quickly turn around. A guy with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and olive colored skin stands in front of me. He looks almost half a foot taller than me but at the end of the day I'm just really short. He has on Khakis and a black t shirt.

"Nice taste in music I see." The mysterious boy said to me. I looked down at all the vinyls I had in my hand and smiled and nodded. I didn't really understand where he was trying to get at but I didn't want to make an embarrassment of myself to the first person I've met in California.

"Oh, This?" I laughed. I seriously wanted to face palm myself. I am such an embarrassment and I feel bad for everyone who has to converse with me.

"Good taste in music and cute. Why haven't I see you around before?" He asked. I immediately felt my cheeks blushing and could only imagine how much I resemble a tomato at the instant.

"I just moved here today. I start my senior year tomorrow at Pacific Shore High." I answered. The mysterious guy and I talk for a while when all of the sudden I hear yelling for a name I didn't quite pick up on. It sounded like the person screaming the name had a thick foreign accent.

"Well that's my call." The mysterious boy says as he lets out a dramatic sigh. I picked up on the fact that he must work here because there were three other people all around the store wearing khakis and a black t-shirt. I smile and begin to make my way to the register.

All of the sudden I feel the familiar hand on my shoulder again, not allowing me to walk any further. "Wait I never got your name." Says the boy.

"It's Bridgette. Bridgette Rose. And you?" I ask

"My name is Chris. You will be a great addition to Pacific Shore High. The whole school is filled with fake bitches and annoying fuckboys. I'm excited there will be someone different for a change." I laugh at his comment about how he described the people in his school however am uneasy about standing out. I hate standing out and it's bad enough I'm already the new girl. I just want to blend. However, if I have people like Chris to be friends with then I think I'll be okay. Chris and I quickly exchange numbers before he goes back to work.

Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I had thought it would be.

Double update for tht thousands of readers i have!!!!! lol jk there are like 3 of you BUT ILY guys and I'd like to dedicate this chapter to cizzle bizzle and Princess Amber and Blair Waldorf