How You Found Me

Chapter 1

Epilogue

No one is really who they say they are. Don't sit there and deny it, because you can't deny the truth. It just makes you look like a fool as well as a lier, and we live in a world where you can't be both.

We tell different lies to different people. You might portray yourself as a confident chic to your friends, but on the inside, you're really this shy girl who can barely look people in the eye. Or maybe it's the other way around. Usually, it is. But as long as YOU know who you are, everything's ok, right?

Well, this is the time I found out I wasn't who I thought I was. And it changed my life. Forever.

Now, did it change for better or for worse?

Honestly, I'm still not sure.

Chapter 1

That stupid, tedious bell rang just as I slammed my locker door shut, signaling that first period was gonna start in 5 minutes. Ugh. It was Tuesday. and while I was never a morning person, I always hated Tuesdays in particular. Don't ask me why, 'cuz I honestly don't know. They always just seemed boring.

I sped-walked down to Emily's locker, which was a few down from mine. She's my best friend, in case you were wondering. Kind of on the short side with elfish features, grey eyes, and ling brown hair, she's first setter on the volleyball team. We have practice everyday, so we instantly became friends a few months ago.

"Hurry up, Em. We're gonna be late." I call as when I tug lightly on her messy French braid as I pass.

She just laughs as she closes her locker, running a hand down her braid to make sure it's still intact. "Wow, are you actually worried about getting to class? Last time I checked, Jen, it was Tuesday."

That's me, by the way. Jenna Berryman, almost-captain of the volleyball team. At around 5'9 with blonde hair and uber-pale skin, I wasn't really anything special to look at. Except my eyes, though. My eyes are a very pretty violet (one might say "purple") color. They change shade depending on my mood, or so I'm told, ranging from a light lavender to a deep plum. Personally, I think that's the only reason guys even look at me. I've never even had my first kiss, let alone a real boyfriend.

Emily and I enter the classroom with a few minutes to spare, taking out our notebooks and pens from our bags. She immediately turns to me and starts talking about Johnny, her latest (and probably most serious) crush.

"...so while you were finishing that worksheet in the library, we stood in line together and got our food. He even got my tray for me! Then he..." Or something like that. I had just checked out the latest Cassandra Clare book tom the library, and I was all into it.

You see, I like reading. A lot. It's probably the one thing I live as much, if not more, than volleyball. Sometimes I get so lost on the story, you could slap the shit out of me and I wouldn't notice. It really hugged some poeple sometimes. Like Emily. Right now.

The book suddenly slammed shut, Emily's hand on top of it. "Are you listening?" she demanded.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Of course I am. You ordered the chicken salad, he got the tuna, and you immediately regretted not bringing a breath mint."

"Oh, shut up." she said as she slapped my arm and turned around.in her seat. And he ordered a hamburger, if you must know."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Vanessa Saunders, the school's number one Gossip Girl, grinning stupidly at me.

"Did you guys hear about the new guy?" she whispered cinspiratively, still grinning like an idiot.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my book. Though gossip was interesting and sometimes entertaining, I wasn't much for it. Emily, thought, was a different story.

She leaned over my desk to Vanessa's, listening intently. "What new guy?" she demanded.

"Well, I heard about it from Nick, who heard about it from Michelle, who heard about it from Sandra, who saw him at the office this morning. Claims he's tall with the most AMAZING eyes. Totally delicious." Vanessa stated with a wink.

Just then, Mrs. Simons chose that moment to start class, rapping her knuckles twice kn the board to get us to shut up. "Ok guys, as you know, I'll be picking up those essay questions from..."

I kept reading, partly because I was done with those questions, partly because I could read and listen to her at the same time.

"...and I'll need to introduce our new student." she said as she made her way to the door, supposedly to let him in.

That bit of information caught my attention, and I looked up just as the mystery guy walked in. Sandra was right, he WAS tall, and kinda musled. Ok, really musled, but not too buff. He wore jeans with a grey sweater over a black shirt, complimenting his brown hair.

The weird thing was, just as my eyes met his (which were a gorgeous blue/green), I felt this sort of tugging feeling in my gut. Like I was being pulled toward him. Maybe he felt something too, because he gave me this little smile. Not a hi-i-don't-know-you smile, but an I've-been-waiting-for-you smile, revealing perfect straight, white teeth.

"...this is Christopher Montgomery, joining us from Washington state, where he..." the teacher droned on and on. God, why is she even still talking?!

As soon as me and "Christopher's" eyes met, neither of us could seem to look away, and I couldn't help but think one thing.

My Tuesday just got A LOT more interesting.