All We Have

chapter one: hello, california

Chapter One: Hello, California

September 3, 2011

Cobie

Again with the stares. It made me want to shout to everyone “What the fuck? I’m not a circus freak.” Only, they could argue that they hadn’t had a new student since 2005, and that student had come and gone within the year. I rolled my eyes and continued to stroll through the halls, feeling two eyes follow the sway of my hips as I laughed. 

“Keep on following my ass with your eyes and your neck will break!” I called, a rare and happy smile gracing my face. Realizing on what had just happened, it slipped and was replaced by a smirk. 

The guys at this school were so pathetic; they had looked at me like I was a walking piece of meat, and all they wanted to do was bury their cock deep inside. Disgusting imagery, I know. I shuddered just thinking about it. 

My mind strayed for a moment as I saw someone that looked like Max: the same dirty blonde hair, the same deep blue eyes, the same jaunty walk. I wonder what Max would be doing right now... No, bad mind! Do not think about Max. I already tortured myself all summer about what happened, not that I could remember any of it. I winced at the sharp ache in my heart, refusing to let the tears well up. 

While I was willing myself not to cry, someone rudely knocked into me, sending me to the floor in a heap with my books. Ow. “Mother fucker. Can you walk without running into things? Because that would be so nice. I mean, really?” I griped, frowning as I looked at my books, and then at myself. I heard the minute bell ring softly overhead. Great. “Thanks to you, idiot, I am going to be late for my first class of the semester.” I finally glanced up to my attacker, and was startled by the Pacific Ocean blue eyes. Damn, I wish my eyes looked like that.

He smiled a disarming smile. “Sorry about that, I was just too lost in your eyes to notice where I was going,” he said, his voice rumbling out of his chest. It was smooth and deep, causing me to melt a little inside. Let’s just say, I had a thing for gorgeous eyes, sexy voices, and big hands. Weird, I know.

But I digress.

I laughed at his cheesiness. “How long did it take you to come up with that line? A day?”

He smirked, quirking an eyebrow. I pouted a little inside; I could never do that... “I see you’re not like most girls at this school,” he stated simply and to the point. He reached down to pull me up, leaving my books where they lay. I glanced down at them thoughtfully, cocking my head. Poor books. 

Gathering them up off the floor, I turned to face him. “What, a tittering mess at whatever words you utter? Or, even better, a fake girl with equally fake breasts, hair color, and tan?” I looked innocently up at him, a sugary sweet smile on my face. 

He chuckled. “Yes, exactly that.”

“Well, I should probably get to class since you knocked me over and made me late, you big oaf. And you didn’t even apologize. I’m appalled at your manners.”

“I did though.”

“In the form of a pick up line, so therefore, it was not an actual apology. Didn’t your mommy ever teach you how to apologize? Guess not.”

His eyes flared. “Don’t talk about things that you have no idea about, newbie. Got that?” he growled, switching from a charming guy to an ass. It made my blood boil.

“Listen here,” I said, looking him up and down with a disgusted look on my face, “pretty boy, I have a name, not that I will ever tell you. Just because you’re a spoiled rich kid with good looks doesn’t mean that you can boss people around. I don’t give a flying fuck about your family; it was just a comment. Now, excuse me. I’m late to first period, no thanks you.” And with that, I spun around on my flip flop haughtily, and stomped towards my class.