Tanner | Tate's Son

Chapter 2

* Abigail's POV *

"Abbyyyyyy!" My mother yelled from downstairs, sucking me out of my slumber.

"I'm up!" I quickly yelled out of habit. Every morning I would rely on her to be my alarm clock. Mainly because whenever I had one I would slam it across the room and go back asleep. It was actually a real issue.

I stared up at my white ceiling, dust floating above me.

I winced at the thought of going to a new school. I already hated school as it was. Now I had to go to a whole new one. New classes, new people.

Climbing out of bed, I walked over to the unopened boxes that were stacked on my floor. "Clothes" written in sloppy, sharpie writing stood on one.

Pulling it down I opened the flaps and searched for a pair of black jeans and a dark grey sweater. Even though it was LA, it was in January so it was slightly chilly.

To me, at least.

Once I was dressed I combed my long, brown hair and put some makeup on my face to make me look more alive.

Once I tied my black and white converse on, I was ready for school.

"Morning, sweetie." My mother said, as she met me downstairs. 

"Morning." I mumbled.

"Breakfast?" She joked, as she walked into our empty kitchen, her brown hair tied into a ponytail.

"Ha, ha," I said, "anyway. Can you drive me to school today?"

"Sorry babe, I have a lot to do this morning. Just walk to school, it's literally right up the road."

I groaned.

"Oh stop. When you get home I'll make it up by taking us out to dinner. If your father ever gets out of bed we can go food shopping. Oh shit- you better leave for school now." She quickly said as she looked at the oven clock.

"Well if you would drive me, it would be much easier."

Ignoring me, she went back into the living room to fish through things to unpack.

Once I arrived at school, I could feel my legs yearning to go inside and sit down. I was probably out of shape. Slender on the outside, bad on the inside. Taking out the cigarette from my mouth I flicked it down towards the ground and stepped on it with the tip of my shoe. I only smoked when I was nervous. Which was hardly ever, but today I was. I haven't been anywhere new my whole life. I've lived in the same old town since I was born.

The school was crowded with people, laughter and chatter causing me pull out my ear buds and plug them in.

Searching the halls for the main office, I finally found the big double doors near the end of the hall. Making my way there I slammed into someone, causing me to fall.

Looking up, a scowled face girl stared down at me. She had 4 girls with her, 2 on each side, and they all looked down at me with disgust.

Her blonde bouncy hair blocked the fluorescent light, and her caked face looked horrid.

I stood up. "Sorry about that." I mumbled, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"New meat." She spat, staring at me with her icy blue eyes.

"Oh. Your one of those." I remarked.

"Excuse me?" She grimaced.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't have time for this. Moving around them she outstretched to grab my arm, but I missed her just in time.

Luckily I got taken away by the flood of teenagers and was able to reach the main office.

Walking in the strong sent of coffee and ink greeted me. Office ladies sat at their desk, typing away into their computers.

I stood their awkwardly, not knowing who to talk to.

Finally, one with grey, curly hair looked up at me.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

I fumbled with my headphone wire. "Uh. Yeah. I'm new here."

"Ah. Abigail Faye?"

I nodded.

"Welcome to Westfield High. I have your schedule right here." She beamed, as she pulled out a piece of paper from the many on her desk.

Walking up to her I grabbed it from her wrinkly hands. Looking down I saw many classes that I had to take. Great.

"If you hurry now you can make it to first period."

Once it was time for lunch, I was just about ready to call my mom to pick me up. All of my classes were hard, and the teachers made no effort to help me catch up.

Finding the lunch room was luckily easy, mainly since I just followed the people who had hunger in their eyes.

I still knew absolutely no one in the school, so that meant I was sitting alone at lunch. Terrific.

Climbing into an empty table I pulled out my bag to get my lunch, until I remembered there was none.

Homework it was then. And yes, I already had some.

As I began to work, I heard continuous laughter behind me. Now matter how much I turned up my music, it couldn't block it out the sound.

Turning behind me, I spotted the girls from earlier staring at me along with more people. They laughed and leaned in with each other, whispering more things that caused them to look back at me and laugh.

I turned away and sighed. How immature can you actually be? I just bumped into them at the hallway and already they are having a fit. I looked back at the main girl that started it all, and she challenged me back by staring at me even harder.

I rolled my eyes. I don't have time for that shit.

Working back on my homework, I felt the feeling that someone was staring at me. Sure I knew those brats were staring at me from behind, but it was another feeling. Something I couldn't explain.

Looking up my eyes automatically met a pair of bright blue ones.

It belonged to a very handsome boy. He, too, sat at a table alone. Though he had that "bad boy" look, where it didn't seem to phase him as it did me. He had dark blonde shaggy hair, and a muscular but lean figure. He was dressed in all black, with a book in his hands. The front page had a gun on it. Looking back at his face, I felt overwhelmed by how attractive he was. Everything about him was perfect. His jaw line, lips, nose, eyes, body, everything. He leaned back in his chair, his long legs outstretched in front of him.

Once I realized how long we were staring at each other I quickly looked away, and felt my cheeks burn red.

I can already tell this was going to be an interesting year.