All She Wanted Was You

Chapter 1

Chelsea

     I walk into my new school. It's large, almost intimidating. I move alone towards the large doors of the front office, holding my breath. All I want is to turn and run from the building, but I promised my mom I would at least try to fit in. I wasn't what you would call "popular," but I wasn't unpopular. I had a secure group of friends, enough to keep me content. Then we moved here because of my mom's new job. I want to be happy for her because we really need the money, but it's impossible to be all smiles when you have no friends. 

     I sighed to myself and walked into the office. There was three different secretaries sitting in front of me. I walked up to the center one, the only one who wasn't on the telephone. 

     "Excuse me, I need some help. I'm new and enrolled, but I haven't been able to get a schedule." I looked at her and studied her features. She wore a light brownish-gold eye shadow and maroon lipstick. Her hair was framed around her face, and it lay on her shoulders. I smiled at her. 

     "Yes, you must be Chelsea. We don't get many new kids other than the ones coming from the middle school. Come with me, Hun." She rose from her seat and started to walk towards a door behind her desk. I hadn't noticed it before. Nonetheless, I followed her back there. I laughed to myself when we were in there. It was just a printer, and sitting on the tray of it was a schedule marked with my name. Chelsea Womack.

     "Here ya go, Darlin. Do I need to get someone from your first class down to get you there?" she asked me gently. I looked at her and smiled.

     "Could you, please? This place is like a maze." I said quietly. She grinned, and I already knew what her answer would be. She called teacher of my first bell and asked him to send a student down to get me. It took a few minutes, but soon a tall, brown-eyed boy walked into the front office. His blonde hair was short, and it was pushed up with hair paste. His jaw was very structured, and his nose was slim. He was also very fit. He was, indeed, very handsome.

"Mr. Brown told me to come get somebody," he said. My legs nearly melted. 

     "Uh, yea.. Me," I stumbled over my words, and suddenly I felt like an idiot. 

     "Let's go, before he flips his shit." He motioned for me to follow him, so I did. I followed close behind him. 

     "Where are you from?" he asked me. 

     "Uh, England." I looked around as we walked through the halls. It took me a minute to notice his weird look. "What?" I almost glared at him. 

     "Nothing. I mean I noticed the accent and all, but I never thought someone would actually leave a place like England for this shit hole." I rolled my eyes. 

     "I didn't want to, trust me." He put his hands on his heart and made a fake whimpering sound. 

     "Damn, I'm crushed." I laughed a little.

     "England is a lot more sanitary. All of you bloody Americans can't even manage to wash your hands after a trip to the loo." The words were out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. My face burned a light shade of pink. 

     "Honest. I like that." He chuckled and opened the door to the classroom. "After you, Miss." I smiled a bit and walked into the classroom. My heart fluttered, and I groaned. I cannot develop a crush for this boy. No way, no how.