I can't stop thinking about him, everything about him reels me in. He's mysterious and I wanted to know more about him. I sit in Calculus and I don't understand anything. It makes me wonder how I got into this class in the first place. Could he know who killed my mother? Maybe we can- "Clare! What did I just say?" yells my teacher. All of my classmates turn around, waiting to hear my response. Honestly, I don't have any clue what she said. "I don't know, ma'am," I say. The whole class giggles. She looks at me, rolls her eyes, and goes back to teaching. What a great first impression.
It comes to the end of the day, and I go to my locker to get my books and backpack. I look over and I see Dean around two other guys. One of the guys has dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. He wears a trench coat and dress shoes. The other one has wavy, light brown that shoulder-tip length. He wears a plaid shirt and blue jeans. His eyes are a pretty brown, as they light up when they laugh. I connect eyes with blue eyed one and I look away quickly. "Hey," said a familiar male voice. I turn around and Dean is standing next to my locker. I smile and say "Hey, Dean. What's up?" He looks at me with a serene face and says "Sorry about this morning. I need you to forget about what I told you. It is dangerous for you to know." He looks down and starts to walk away. "Wait!" I cry. He stops, but he doesn't turn to face me. "I want to know more," I say firmly, looking at his back. "No, its none of your business." he says, still avoiding eye contact. "Then you shouldn't have bothered saving me!" I scream. Before he can say anything, I slam my locker and walk out the front doors of my new school.
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Stumbling into my life.
Teen FictionA teenage girl runs into a teenage boy with many secrets. As she is looking for her mother and sister's killer, she thinks he might have information that will answer her questions and potentially find the killer. As their friendship grows, a strong...
