The Way We Get By

First day at Fremont High

Isabelle played by the gorgeous Nina Dobrev.

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I was starting my first day at a new high school. My parents had recently divorced and I had moved to Sunnyvale, California my my father and younger brother, Philip.

After dropping Philip off at Fremont Middle School, I drove three blocks to my new school, Fremont High. I was starting Junior Year here, and although I was gutted to leave my friends behind back in Boston, I was somewhat eager to make new ones.

I wore my lucky purple socks beneath my scuffed black and white Converse sneakers, which paired well with my lavender top and dark washed skinny jeans. My hair was in a perfect french braid that stopped in the middle of my back.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, then at the red bricked building in front of me, butterflies sprang up in my tummy, and fear was getting the best of me. Quickly, I swallowed an Advil with a gulp of water that I got out of my backpack, and stepped out of the car.

I was walking across the road to get to the front doors when a loud honking noise sounded, and a guy on a motorcycle cussed at me worse than a sailor. 

"Move! Get out of the fucking way! Are you fucking blind or something?!" 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" My eyes must have been as round as saucers for I had been daydreaming and not bothering to check for cars...or in this case, motorcycles.

"You could've gotten killed, you idiot!" The mean, albeit hot, looking guy on the motorcycle shouted.

I apologized profoundly for my unawareness, and scurried off towards the school without another glance back. In the background, I heard the motorcycle speed off into the parking lot. I ignored the rude, unwelcoming committee of one and sought out to find the office.

Once there, the secretary sitting at the front desk gave me my schedule and told me homeroom was in room 208. Tentatively, I opened the door to room 208, only to be met with laughter, chatter and faint bickering. Nobody looked my way as I walked to the back of the class and took a seat.

Five minuted later, a man in a green wool sweater and corduroy pants with salt and pepper hair addressed himself as Mr Richie.  He said he was our homeroom teacher for the rest of the year, unless he dies.

Nobody laughed. 

"Mr Richie is such a weirdo," said a blonde girl I assumed was popular, said.

"I know right. Rumor has it that he lives with eight cats and is unmarried," said popular girls friend.

I rolled my eyes.

"Ignore them. Mr Richie is as cool as a cucumber," said and adorkable guy sitting next to me.

How had I not noticed him before?!

"Oh, are they popular?" I asked.

"Nah, they're just wannabes. They're trying to get in with the popular seniors. I'm Seth, by the way," Seth stuck out his hand.

"Isabelle," I shook his hand, "I'm new here."

"Yeah, I figured, since I'd never forget a face like yours," Seth said. 

Was he flirting? I felt a blush creeping up on me.

"I bet you say that to all the girls,"

Seth's eyes flickered briefly to his hands on his lap, and said, "Yeah, if girls even talked to me."

"Nonsense, you're adorable. Any girl would be lucky to have you," Why was I flirting back?! 

Seth's face had now gone red. 

An awkward silence settled between us until the bell for lesson one rang.

"Well, uh, I'll see you later then, I guess," Seth said as we both got up and headed towards the door. 

"Yeah, save me a seat at lunch?"

"Definitely." he said. 

With that, we both walked separate ways to our respective classes.

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A/N: So, this is my second book, aside from the other couple of drafts that I have. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this book even though I might not even finish it because I have tendency of starting things that I never end up finishing.

But please, stick around and enjoy! :D

Saiyuri Malthoo