Last Chances (Cameron Dallas)

The New Kid

Abby's POV;


I walked down the dreary halls of the inescapable prison known as high school. It was only the middle of junior year and I was counting down to the day I got out of this place. I went to a very prestigious private school so most people here where snobs. I only had one friend here, and even she got on my nerves sometimes. I don't want anyone top get the wrong impression of me as I walk from class to class in my black skirt that ends 2 inches above my knees, navy school blazer that has the sleeves rolled up to just under my elbows, and white polo shirt, looking almost like the other girls in these bland hallways. The only things that set me apart from the other girls are my black tights, black combat boots, messy ponytail, and my face that is not caked with make up.

As I walk to my next class I notice all the people looking at me and whispering to each other. They usually do this anyway, but something today felt off.

"Would Abigail Drake please report to the main office. Abigail Drake to the main office. Thank you," the secretary announced right on que.

The halls went completely silent as I made my way to the office. While walking I over heard bits and pieces of conversations the other students were having and I caught things like, "I heard she was smoking in the janitor's closet," "Some one told me she was making out with some one in the girls' bathroom," and my favorite, "Britney told me she has drinking during lunch all year and she got caught yesterday by Mr. James." All the things that they were saying made me chuckle at their ignorance.

I when i got to the office the secretary was typing away at her computer and didn't even realize I walked in.

"Excuse me. I was called," I said as politely as she looked up.

"Oh, Ms. Drake. Mrs. Travis would like to speak with you. You can go back to her office."

"Thank you," I said and walked to the principal's office. I knocked on the door and I heard her say come in from the other side.

"Oh, Abigail, hello. Please sit," she gestured to the hunter green chair in front of her desk. As I sat down, she got up and started to make her way to the front of the desk. "So I need a special favor from you. You are the top student in the junior class and I need some one like you to mentor a student joining our program. He has had a bad past and needs a good example to follow. I immediately thought of you when I was trying to decide on an elite student in the junior class. What do you say? Will you do this?" I could tell she really wanted me to do this.

"Yes, I will," I said, "but what do you mean by bad past?" Her facial expression changed from happy to nervous.

"Um. . . Well you see his family came from a wealthy family that owned a large company, but lost everything in an illegal stock they had invested in. Then . . . wait, I can't talk about this with another student, I could lose my job," she looked at me with panic in her eyes. "Please don't say a word that this part of the conversation happened," she said with as pleading look.

"I won't, I'm sorry I should not have asked. When will he be getting here?"

"Any minute now." And with that there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

And in walked the boy I would be "mentoring".

"Hello, Cameron! Welcome to Dixie Academy!" Mrs. Travis said, a little bit too excitedly.

"This Abigail Drake, she will show you around for the first couple days until you get to know your way around the school," I slightly waved, and he nodded in response. "So let's go over your schedule. You and Abigail actually have the same schedule. . . " I zoned out Mrs. Travis rambling on about everything about the school.

I examined the new boy and all his features. He had short brown hair that came across his forehead and brown eyes. His skin was perfectly tanned and he wore the standard uniform of khakis, navy blazer, and white shirt. He was quite attractive, but there was something not right about him. The way he just came in the middle of the year was suspicious to me. And what was his "bad past" all about?

"So, you and Abigail will be in all of the same classes. It is the middle of second period so, Abigail, how about you show Cameron where his locker is and help him get organized then go to to your third period class," Mrs. Travis said with a smile on her face. She was not like most principals. She was young and would listen to the students and she knew each one of us individually. She was someone you could actually have a conversation and know you are being heard by the other person. "Ok so off you go!"

"Bye Mrs. Travis," I said as I got up and headed to the door.

"Have a nice day!" she replied.

I walked out of the door with Cameron following me. We walked past the secretary and she just stared at us. We walked down the hall when Cameron spoke up.

"You can leave if you want. I don't need a babysitter," he said, his voice monotone. He just looked straight ahead.

"No, I told Mrs. Travis I would show you around so that's what I'm going to do," I said back. He kept looking straight ahead. "What's your locker number?"

"127," he said looking at a piece of paper.

"That's only a few up from mine. This way," I said going down the main hall. We walked in silence for a few minutes when we arrived at his locker. "So, the next classes we are going to are English, literature, and then Psychology. Just bring your books for English and literature then switch after that for psychology."

He stayed silent as he put some notebooks into his locker. I couldn't read his emotions; he looked like he hasn't slept in days.

"So what's your deal? Did you get assigned to watch over me and make sure I don't do anything stupid?" He said finally looking at me. He had a look on his face of anger and annoyance.

"No, every new student gets a mentor to show them around the first couple days. Why would I need to watch over you? And why did you make that babysitter comment earlier? I'm not here to watch you." I asked. He was kind of getting on my nerves.

"So you don't know?" A confused look now on his face.

"Know what?"

"Nothing," he retorted back. Just then the bell rang. "Gotta get to class. Lead the way Ms. Abigail." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't call me Abigail. It's just Abby," I said as I turned around to go to english. Then I heard whispers all around again as people saw me with Cameron.

"What is he doing here?"

"Freak show number one escorting freak show number two."

I was used to all the comments about me, but about him? I looked over at him and he was looking straight ahead, ignoring all the comments.

What did I not know that everyone else did?