Never Before(Nash Grier/Jack Johnson)

Chapter 4

*Haven's POV*
I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off with the song "Radio", by Lana Del Ray. I groaned, and rubbed my strained neck, and realized I hadn't been sleeping on the pillow, but rather having my head hanging over the dark polished headboard. Continuously moaning to myself, I slapped the snooze button on my docking station and crawled out of bed, into my bathroom, and inside the shower. I did my usual routine, then stumbling into my closet and pairing clothes. In the end I decided on a white AE tank (one of the few American eagle pieces I owned), and high Mossimo denim shorts. Judging by the light pouring over our front lawn, the September sun hung high in the sky. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and put on my bare minerals, Bobby Brown mascara, and Megaliner. I nearly fell down the stairs when the winding of them caught me off guard. I had stayed up till nearly 1am watching Nash's hilarious vines and falling in love with his gorgeous blue eyes. My mom was cooking pizza, but I was too tired to even care what I was eating.

I finished my orange juice, and put my plate in the sink. I brushed my teeth and snatched up my bag, peeking outside. I spotted Amanda and scurried outside; joining her as bright yellow Bus 749 pulled up and screeched to a stop. "Taking the bus?" she asked. "Unfortunately," I mumbled. I wasn't a big fan of buses considering my claustrophobia. "I was hoping my new BFF would have something like.... a Porsche?" she joked. "Ha! I wish," I grinned wide and she returned a smile. She began to reply. "I've been begging my parents for a BMW 4 Series Convertible. It's not like they can't afford it, they just keep saying no. I feel like their patience is just gonna break soon if I just keep edging. It's the perks of being wealthy."

I saw Nash drop onto the front porch. "Sup!" I shouted. "Sup with your spaghetti straps?" he replied, stifling a chuckle. "Just getting ready for probably the worst day of my life," I spoke softly now that he had joined us on the sidewalk and walked close to me. He looked stunning in a white t-shirt, an unbuttoned long-sleeved navy plaid polo, dark wash jeans, and sharp black vans. His sleeve brushed my bare arm and I blushed as our eyes met. "I'm sure you'll be fine." "Okay. Maybe," I answered. He leaned in to give me a hug and I felt a stick poke me in the ribs. I winced as Nash began to show signs of guilt and worry. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to..... Are you alright?" his southern accent choked. "I'm fine!" I assured him with laughter. As he took me by the hand I turned to see what had struck me. It had been a white long pole on what appeared to be a lacrosse stick. "You play?" I wondered out loud. "First line attacker," he smiled. "Cool!" I enthusiastically breathed. "Do you?" he curiously questioned me. "I'm not on a team, but my friends and I played for fun and sometimes we entered tournaments back in Arizona," I told him. "You look like you would be a good lacrosse player," he complimented as I blushed. "Um.... I'm alright, I guess," I hoarsely whispered. "Enough flirting.... the bus is here," Amanda grumbled, frustrated. I wondered why she had become so awkward when Nash had arrived.

I stepped on the bus and didn't notice much of a difference from my last, smelly, gross bus. "Let's sit over here", Amanda said hurriedly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the closest seat. "And I'll sit across", Nash said, annoyed. "So what's your school like?" I asked. "Probably not that different from your school in Arizona", Nash said. "Still the nerds, the jocks, the popular girls, the bully's, the gross couples that make out in the hallways....." she trailed off shooting an annoyed glare at Nash. "And then the artists, the cheerleaders, the wallflowers.... Like me, musicians, gamers, those way too happy kids, the rich and poor kids, and occasionally even a movie star!" She grinned excitedly. The wallflower comment stunned me. Amanda was nice and pretty and had the coolest house I'd ever seen by far. The bus stopped in what felt like hours, and I got to my feet, but immediately got knocked to the floor again as boys and girls shoved each other out of the way to get to the doors first. As soon as I walked in, the first thing I noticed was the broad colors of the red, white, and blue flags hanging from the ceiling. On a large pair of wooden double doors, a white poster that read, "Let's Go Patriots!" caught my eye. Amanda was right; there were all the different types of teenagers roaming through the halls at this very moment. But there was one thing that she was wrong about. The thing she hid was that she was definitely no wallflower. She had people crowding around her asking her questions like, "will you go out with me?" "Hey I know you loaned me $50 last week, but I don't have the money right now. How about I pay you back Friday?" and "OMG please can you be my best friend!? You're so awesome!" She had to be the most popular girl in school. How was I going to get through this day as the new kid?