Whitman High

Ch.1 Xavier

I look at myself in the rear view mirror and my green eyes look back at me. My wavy blonde hair is styled and smooth, my skin clear of pimples and blemishes, and my new uniform is crisp and freshly ironed. I sigh hard. Here we go Xavier. New school...new life...
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I grip the straps of my bag hard on my shoulders as Whitman Academy stands, towering, over me. I knew my parents would send me to another catholic school, I just knew it. They are so religious it's insane, in fact it literally drives me up the wall. My entire life I was raised catholic but that was before...
Students brush past me trying to get through the doors, bringing me back to reality. I release my hands and wipe them on my pants. I take a step and my feet fall in rhythm all the way into the double doors. The inside is just as menacing. A few people are still hurrying to get to class but mostly the hallway is empty. The dark blue lockers line the walls which are pristinely white. I walk farther, starting to worry that I would lose the way out I look back and just as I turn I slam into someone's chest. I stumble back and the contents of my book bag spill over the ground. Shit! I didn't zip it all the way. I bend over to pick up my stuff as I repeatedly say I'm sorry.
"It's fine. Just be glad you bumped into me and not someone else," the stranger laughs and I realize they have a great laugh and a nice deep voice. I blush but keep my head down.
"Here," he leans over and grabs some papers and hands it to me as I stand upright. I finally look at his face and I blush harder.
He's gorgeous. Holy crap... I think to myself. I immediately put my head back down and stare at my feet.
"Hey? You alright," he cocks his head to the side trying to see my face.
I stuttered as I say, "y-yes. I'm f-fine. Thank you."
The stranger chuckles again and sticks out his hand. "I'm Jett. Jett Kross."
I hesitate for a second but take his hand and shake it feebly. "Xavier," I put my hand down and steal a glance at him again. No my eyes didn't deceive me, he was hot. His thick brown hair was perfectly messy and his eyes were a fiery brown. His features are sharp and chiseled, almost as if the gods themselves had sculpted him to perfection. He wasn't wearing his full uniform, just the white shirt that goes under the lamented jacket, with the tie and the navy pants. His lean body filled everything out nicely though.
He had a slight surprised expression as his eyes scanned my face and body. I grabbed my arm awkwardly and he pulled up the corner of his mouth in a small smile. I looked down again as my heart pounded in my chest. Shit! Shit! Shit! I was staring! What is wrong with you Xavier!
His expression changed quickly to an amusing
smirk, "you're cute."
Huh? What did he say? I look at him with wide eyes.
Jett laughs softly to himself, a cocky atmosphere consuming him. "Come on I'll take you to the front desk," he starts to walk.
"B-but h-how did you know I needed-"
"Fresh meat is always easy to spot," he looks over his shoulder slightly at me and cocks an eyebrow, "keep up Zavy."
I blush yet again. Zavy? He gave me a nickname? I start to jog a little to catch up to him. His long legs propel him a lot father then me. I am pretty short but he is tall. Taller then I've seen someone my age. Wait is he even in my grade? Before I can ask him he rounds a corner and opens a door for me. He motions his arm as if to usher me in.
"Well, this is where I leave. Nice meeting you Zavy. I hope I see you around. "
"You...you too."
I step in the door and he bends down to my ear and whispers, "welcome to Whitman Academy." He winks, turns, and walks down the hallway, nonchalantly. I put a hand to my cheek to cool the heat spreading through it. It's almost like he owns the place. I watch him leave and how his white button up shirt tightens across his strong shoulders. Please god let me see him again. Let that be true.
"Young man?"
I pull myself out of my thoughts and turn quickly to see an older woman at the front desk. I rush over. "I'm sorry I was distracted."
"It's quite alright. I'm guessing you are the new student."
I smile genuinely, "yes... it's that obvious huh?"
She chuckles and leans in, "I've seen worse."
I smile and relax slightly. I get out my transfer papers and hand them to her.
She shuffles through them and an awed look crosses her face. "Concord, North Carolina to Hartford, Connecticut huh?"
"Yes ma'am, " I shuffle awkwardly.
"St. Paul's?"
"Yes ma'am."
"So you've already been to a catholic school."
"Yes ma'am."
She smiles warmly, "well," she stamps the schools insignia on the forms, "I think you'll be just fine." She pushes her rolling chair back to the filing cabinet and files my papers. "Welcome to Whitman Academy Mr. Ossy."
"Thank you ma'am. "
I walk to the double doors and take a breath. At least that's over with. I look down at my schedule and I have English first with Ms. Lipton. Well, I'll find it eventually. Just remember Xavier, new school, new life. As I found the first flight of stairs I found myself thinking of Jett Kross. Damn. I may be in a catholic school but that guy will send me to hell.