The Way Love Looks

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

            Junior year at a new high school. Right now, it's kind of like I just walked onto a high fashion runway wearing my favorite Hello Kitty pajamas.

            This is just so not right. I should still be at my small high school of 76 people in Montana talking to all my friends, decorating my new locker, and finding out what went on over the summer with Moore High's hottie, Matt Atwood (via my best friend Lily). But instead, I am standing here like a deer in the headlights as I watch the people, 758 people to be exact, roam the hallways playing my role.

            On top of all of this, I am already lost. I mean seriously...I didn't even know you could have street names for hallways. We really only had one full hallway in my old school, which contained almost everyone's lockers. I feel like I am in a city inside a city.

            And how am I supposed to sort through all these guys?! How am I supposed to find anyone that can match up to Logan, my amazing never-knew-I -actually-liked-him crush. It's going to take my whole year to see all these guys!

            Stupid parents. Stupid street names. Stupid Ohio!

            That's right Ohio. I just called you stupid. I called you stupid because you ruined my life...RUINED! And I don't just mean ruined as in got-sour-milk-in-my-cereal ruined. It's way beyond that now.

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            When I finally found my locker, I started putting up my new life. At my old school, my locker could always pick me up from a bad day, and this year it would be no different. It was as I was putting up the flattened, printer ink version of Channing Tatum and Taylor Lauter that I felt someone behind me. Correction. Felt someone breathing down my neck. I jumped.

            “Hi!” said a very cheerful tall blonde.

            “Hey?”

            “You're Rachel Corbin, right?”

            “Ya, straight from Montana.”

            “Well, I am Carrie Gilmore and I just wanted to welcome you to your new home. So, welcome to Emondsville High!”

            From my point of view right now, she would have been more accurate if she would have said welcome to hell. But from her chipper attitude, I had a feeling that word wasn't even in her vocabulary...

            “Well, thank you. I really appreciate it.” Ya, on second thought, not really.

            “If there is anything you need, you just give CG a holla, ok?”

            CG? Holla? Ok, this is officially getting weird.

            “Ya. Will do,” I said with a...smile. Or at least I hoped it looked like one.

            So once Happy Gilmore finally got out of my bubble, I started to take in my surroundings. Now that I actually look around, I realize there really is not a ton of windows in this school...great, hell without windows. I also see that none of the girls are really all that high fashion. Plus. Going to a school of only 76 people allows you to dress in sweats every day and no one cares. I sure won't be doing that here anytime time soon, but anywho.

            The best part however? All the guys seem unusually friendly, and I highly doubt it is because it's the first day of school, because let's face it, no one wakes up friendly on that day...It seems I have a pretty good selection too. From locker 415, I can see a jock (but doesn't really act like one), an average Joe (seriously, I heard someone yell, “hey, Joe!”), and him...hims! There was not only one, but there were numerous cute guys. Back home, I only got close to this when I went to the next biggest city and went to the mall, and even that was sketchy at times.

            So maybe this won't be so horrible after all. I mean it is scientifically proven that a hot guy can make even the most stupid or boring thing better, and those two things apply to school so bam! In the words of Flo Rida, I got a good feeling...