Water Works

Chapter 2: What are the Chances?

Two months later....

I'm suffering some serious holiday hangover right now. Something about walking through these halls just makes me feel sick. Or is it the rotting smell? Either way I'm not looking forward to the new school year. Pulling the crippled piece of paper out of my bag I try and locate my new locker. Why do they always have to shift us around? Last year I had the best spot. Right next to the boys change room. Nothing like a great view. Now I have no clue, wondering aimlessly around. You would think being here for three years I would know where to go? But no, I'm what you call directionally challenged. So, this is going to end very well. I reach the flight of stairs, sighing at the sight. Seriously? The top floor? I have the worst luck ever.

Finally, I do reach my locker, chucking my stuff in before grabbing the essentials. Laptop, textbook, a few pens and headphones. It seems like my rotten luck has continued, looking at my timetable to see my first period being my favourite subject ever. Maths. I don't even have Anna nor Bec to help me through, both in different classes. I guess I'm going in solo for this one. Quickly I slam my door, trekking my way down to the first floor my leg slightly aching. Since the beach incident it's been playing up a bit, aching from time to time, especially near the scar, obviously. The whole experience is kinda hazy but I do remember waking up at home, a huge cut down my leg, my friends all hovering around me. They told me what they saw, the waves coming in, my body disappearing under until Jay came in to safe me. It makes sense since he's the best swimmer out of all of us. After that they carried me home, having to explain the whole story to my parents. They weren't impressed. Let's just say I didn't see my friends for the rest of the holidays. Honestly there's no logic in the grounding but what can I say, they love a chance to get me in trouble.

Reaching ground floor, I start wondering down the hall crowds of people swamping around me, scurrying along to wherever they need to be. I jump at the sound of the piercing bell ringing in my ear. Great, going to be late, again. I swear the maths rooms are always on the other side of school from where I am, making me late every time. Last year for maths I had the devil herself Ms Haynes. I swear her life goal was to make my life a living hell and she knew it, but don't even get me started on that.

Walking through the door I check out my new class, eyeing everyone out. We have the typical brainiacs at the front, pens and paper perfectly placed on their desk, all sitting basically at attention. Then there's the wonderful bitch club. How I am blessed to be in their presence, it's a dream come true!

Sarcasm.

That was sarcasm.

God if I had the chance to punch their pretty pampered faces I would take it in a heartbeat.

Then there was my spot right at the back corner near the window. It's the perfect place to mindlessly look out the window and have no idea what the hell you're doing in peace. As I reach my designated spot I hear a squeal come from behind me, followed by 'whispering'. Typical. Some hot guy has probably entered and they have fallen instantly, each wanting 'dips' on the guy. Rolling my eyes, I slip into my seat, pulling out my book and a couple of pens. At least I could try and look organised for once.

The noise dies as our new teacher walks in. Mr Harris. He's not bad but he serves a mean dish of homework. Guess I have no social life tonight.

"Morning Class," he says as all teachers do, everyone mumbling a greeting back. Pathetic I tell ya.

"Before I begin I thought I might introduce our new student, Noah Steele." My body almost jumps out of my seat, the sound of Mr Harris' voice muffles. My eyes open wide at the familiar mystery sea boy I met that day on the beach. There he stood at the front, his simple white shirt exaggerating his beautiful sun kissed skin. His hair is slightly longer, but his smile is still the same. He begins to walk my way, my eyes flickering to the empty seat beside me. S.H.I.T. Shit! Way to ruin my plans of focussing. I take a deep breath in, Noah slipping into the seat next to mine.