☀ Not your type ☀

Chapter 3 ★

In second period, I met one of Brady's friends. Her name was Alyssa and she was as cheery as her name described. Alyssa had long dirty blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders, and teal blue eyes. I'd never seen eyes like hers, just straight tropical ocean blue. No green. Just pure. She had long eyelashes and pretty flawless skin. She was tall, with long legs and an hourglass-shaped body. Blood red lips. She was the definition of gorgeous- and everyone knew, including her. She wore her beauty like a crown- but didnt let it get in the way of her kindness which I admired. Walking with Alyssa made me feel disgusting to be honest. She put me to shame. Brady did the same, both such beautiful people on either side of me. I was the ugly middle of a beauty sandwich.

Finally we had Break, and I met some more of the crowd. They were all enjoyable, but it started to make me miss everyone back at home. The people who knew me since I was a kid, the people who raised me up when i had nothing. But now I was back at square one, which was truly heartbreaking. But I was putting on a smile and making everyone else comfortable. Because I wasn't going to risk scaring all these people away just because of something I had no control over.

"Allison," A familiar voice, I looked up to see Brady. A tall figure stood behind him, but the sun in my eyes kept me from seeing the person clearly.

"Mhm?"

"I want you to meet someone," His voice was gentle. The figure stepped forward, blocking the sun and allowing me a better view. I grimaced. The boy was a spitting image of someone I had once known in my old home, but a little older- and without glasses and broader shoulders. "This is Sam Terrace," And somehow, I saw it coming. The name Sam Terrace hadnt been spoken to me in years, for reasons everyone knew. "Turns out he went to your old school in New York, and hes your age, I was thinking maybe you would remember him," And unfortunately I did. I remembered Sam as clear as day, and the memory was like a fire in my head. The flames licking over every little drop of confidence I had ever had. Sam was present for my freshman year of high school, where I had come in scared and unsure. My family had moved to another side of new york, so I was with many new people, but a couple familiar faces from middle and grade school caught my eye. But that hadn't calmed me one bit- because nobody I had trusted or really known went there. I remember walking into my first class trembling.

I walked into the classroom, and my senses were overwhelmed with continuous noises and conversation. Laughter filled my head, as did people whispering to the person beside them. There I was, a small little girl in a room full of people who would never have any interest in me. Who would never even take the time to know my name. I found a seat in the back, quickly. I kept my head down and I kept my eyes hidden from anyone who would try and meet them. I set my books on the table, and sat down staring at my hands. My short auburn hair tickled my temples and cheeks. My eyes were starting to water, but I took in a breath of the stale air and squeezed my eyes closed and rubbed the ends of my sleeves on them- trying to pick up any tears that spilt. I was absolutely terrified. And I then felt a poke on my shoulder and my whole body tensed, my face blazing red. I slowly turned to see a pale face and pretty grey eyes pouring into me. The boy had snow-like white hair that was gelled up and spikey. He was a little pudgy and red faced. "Why do you look so scared?"

"Why do you not look scared?" I pushed. He shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"Allison Summers."

"I'm Samuel. Samuel Terrace. But you can just call me Sam," He peaked a smile.

"Ok."

"So where'ya from?"

"Nonya." Sam frowned. I smiled alittle. He smiled back.

"Well, I'm from florida."

"Wow."

"You don't sound very interested," He blinked at me. I shrugged.

"I guess I'm too focused on everything going on," I said, half-heartedly. He furrowed his brow at me and wrinkled his nose.

"Why?"

"Because everything's so new, different." Sam's gaze hardened.

"Im new, and I'm different. Focus on me, Allison summers," I paused, lost for words, then complied.

"Alright fine." Triumph soured Sam's face, because he had won. Who knew him winning that one conversation would lead to such mayhem.

Sam looked down on me, and smiled. "Hello Alli, Long time no see. I missed your pretty face,"

"How dare you?" I pressed, anger flashing through me. He made a pouty face, and I had to restrain myself from punching him in the nose.

"What? You didn't miss me?" He smiled again, but the spark in his eyes faded when I grabbed his collar and pulled his face next to mine, keeping him close to me though he resisted.

"Stay out of my life Samuel, Or I will ruin yours in seconds," He frowned at me, and grabbed my wrist. The feel of his skin on mine felt like ice. Like I had just been dropped in the waters of antarctica.

"Is that a threat Allison?" His voice was chilling.

"It's not a threat," I whispered, a small grin on my lips. "It's a promise," And with another yank of his collar, I pushed him back, and he tumbled before catching his balance. I turned on my heel, and just in time the bell rang.