The Transfer

Chapter 1 - The Introduction

I was lying in bed just finally starting to fall asleep. It was probably about 11 PM, and with the first day of school the next day I'd hoped to get a good night's rest. However, apparently my brain just didn't feel like cooperating with that plan. I'd been unable to fall asleep for hours, tossing and turning, when I finally felt myself begin to drift to sleep. 

I'd just closed my eyes when I heard the noise--a giant thud from out on my balcony. The sound hardly phased me when I first heard it. It was just the wind, I presumed. A soft groan escaped me as I covered my ears with an extra pillow.

Then I heard a rattling sound. I quickly realized it was the sliding glass door to the balcony, and it was shaking in its frame as if someone was trying to open it from the outside behind the curtain. Fear crept over me. I instantly shot straight up in bed and grabbed the nearest thing I could find on my nightstand to use as a weapon. I looked down to see that the only thing I'd found in the dark was a water bottle. I cursed under my breath, but clutched onto it hoping it might come to some use.

All of a sudden I heard the glass door slide open with a bang. From only the light of the moon outside, I could see a pair of arms pushing the thick white curtain aside as the silhouette of a tall boy came into view. A piercing scream escaped from the top of my lungs. 

Without thinking, I grabbed onto the water bottle and threw it as hard as I could towards the dark silhouette. I heard a gasp of pain, alerting me that I'd hit my target. Just from his brief tone, I could tell that this boy was as shocked and startled by me as I was by him.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" we both shouted simultaneously.

I jumped out of my bed and screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" right as he shouted, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"

I froze the second I heard those words. He had asked me what I was doing in his house. My jaw dropped as realization overcame me. Quickly reaching for the light switch, I prayed it wasn't true. This could not have been who I thought it was. I looked back towards the intruder once the lights had been turned on. 

My heart had already been pounding like crazy inside my chest, but this view made it speed up even more. The boy looked to be about my age, probably 17 or 18. His thick, dark brown hair had been swept back in a messy manner. His hand was clutching his right cheek in pain, and I instantly assumed that was where the water bottle had hit him.

It took a second before I gained the courage to speak again. I had to ask my question even though I was already sure of the answer. "A-are you...Are you Nathan Erikson?" I meekly questioned, still trembling from the fear of our prior situation. Piercing blue eyes stared back at me, glistening with anger.

"That's my name! Who the hell are you?!" he barked, dropping his hand from his jaw in anger. I now couldn't help but notice his strong, firm jaw and his tanned, bronze skin.

"I'm...I'm Blaire Wilson," I answered with a gulp. "I'm living here for the year."

*******

16 Hours Earlier

"Alright do you have everything? Purse? Suitcase? Laptop? Phone? Sh--"

"Aunt Sandy, I'm fine," I cut her off, while stifling a laugh. We were standing in the middle of Daytona Beach International Airport in Florida.

"I know, I know. I'm stressing out more than you are. But are you sure about this, Blaire? You don't have to go to California. You know you're still always welcome here," my young aunt tried to assure me.