Wilde

Now is the Start

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Lyndsey's POV

"Lyndsey Price?"

"Here," I say quietly, trying to go unnoticed by my peers.

The teacher marks me present and continues to read down the roster. It's the first day of my senior year here at Chimney Rock High and my goal for the next nine months is to keep my head down, get my diploma, and get out.

"Alright, glad to see everyone is here on the first day," the teacher beams, "My name is Mr. Bryant. Welcome to Economics everybody."

He continues to explain his classroom procedures and then passes out a syllabus for his course; I barely notice. It is the first day and I am already bored out of my mind. My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I pull it out and see my best friend, Lexi, has texted me.

Hey girly! How's Econ??

"Miss Price," Mr. Bryant booms, "Surely you aren't bored with my course already? Perhaps you'd like to share what it is that you find so much more interesting?"

I feel my face grow hot as I quickly shake my head and slip my phone in my bag.

He smiles, almost smugly, "That's what I thought. Now, as I was saying..."

When the bell rings, I practically sprint out of the classroom. I find Lexi waiting for me by my locker.

"Hey there, how come you didn't answer my text?" she asks, twirling a piece of hair around her fingers.

I give her a dirty look and she decides to drop the issue. Lexi is one of the prettiest girls I know, her long chestnut colored hair, startling green eyes, and perfectly shaped figure easily make her the center of attention for most boys.

I finish switching my first period books out with the ones for my second and gently close my locker. I look up just in time to see the most beautiful boy I've ever seen coming out of the office with a freshly printed schedule in his hands. I temporarily freeze as everything but him goes out of focus.

He's tall, maybe 6' 3", with gorgeous, soft, grey eyes and tanned skin. His hair is short and dark with an almost unnatural shine to it. His eyebrows are furrowed as he studies his schedule just before he stuffs it in the pocket of his jeans.

He starts to look up, so I quickly turn away; I don't want him to catch me staring.

"Who is that?" Lexi asks, clearly just as stricken by his appearance.

"I have no idea," I murmur, risking another glance at him.

Lexi sighs, "Too bad I'm already taken."

She then turns to me.

"Oh no," I tell her.

"Come on Lynds, it's been three years, and besides if I can't have him at least one of us should."

I roll my eyes, "We don't even know his name. He could be crazy."

"Crazy hot," she counters.

The warning bell rings.

I shrug, "I've got class. Bye, Lex."

I walk off towards calculus. All through my next class I can't get his face out of my head. This is the first guy I've even looked at since... I shake the painful memories away. I don't like to think about my past; every time I do tears end up flooding my cheeks.

I am, for some unknown reason, disappointed to find that the new boy isn't in any of my morning classes, however my mood improves when I arrive at my last class, English.

As I walk through the door of Ms. Kirkmeyer's room, I see him. He's sitting in the back, tapping on the desk while listening to music. He doesn't notice as I take a seat by the wall two desks to his left.

Ms. Kirkmeyer begins calling the roll and I casually watch from the corner of my eye, waiting to see which name he responds to. I can tell the teacher is nearing the end of the list and I begin to wonder if he is on it at all.

"Jackson Wilde."

He looks up and offers a response.

Jackson Wilde. His name is Jackson Wilde. I direct my attention to the front of the room, feeling a little more settled just knowing his name.

The class ends all to quickly and I gather my books and leave after the sounding of the bell. I stop by my locker one final time before heading out to the parking lot. I spot Lexi walking hand in hand with her boyfriend and smile a little. They really are the perfect couple. As I near my car, I notice Jackson swinging his leg over a motorcycle before speeding away.

He drives a motorcycle. Could he be any more attractive? I sigh to myself as I slip behind the wheel of my Camry.

When I arrive home, I find my mom sitting in the living room typing furiously on her laptop. My mom is the editor of a magazine, so she's always typing furiously on her computer. She puts down the laptop when she notices my presence.

"Hi sweetie," she says with a smile, "How was school?"

"Okay," I tell her.

"That's good," her face changes and I know what's coming next, "I have to go out of town this weekend for work, will you be alright by yourself for a few days?"

I nod.

She smiles, "Okay then. I need to go pack."

She hugs me and gives me a kiss of the forehead before retreating to her bedroom.

I flop down on the couch and switch on the T.V. I can't find anything particularly interesting to watch so I eventually give up and start working on my homework. I try to stay on task but soon find my attention is stolen by Facebook. Before I realize what I'm doing I've clicked onto Jackson's profile. He's from New York and apparently has a dog named Toby. He appears to be a friendly guy, but I know better than to believe in what people appear to be.

I soon give up the Facebook stalking and get ready for bed. As I lie in my bed I can't help but wonder if I'll ever get the chance to talk to Jackson Wilde. I laugh to myself realizing that someone like him would never have any reason to want to talk to someone like me. Yet, I still hold on to a teeny shred of hope that maybe, just maybe, today was just the start.