Daybreak

Chapter 3: Gym? More Like Torture

Chapter 3: Gym? More Like Torture

All eyes were on me the minute I entered the room. I felt shy and scared, but most of all, I felt lonely. Alice would have been there to make things right. She would have been smart and personable, and I would just sit there and wait for people to come to me. But, Alice isn't here, and the ice queen doesn't have friends. Mr. Darling gestured for me to take my seat, and I quickly sat.

"Hey, new girl, what's your name?" I heard a male voice ask from the seat behind me. I rolled my eyes, the flirty tone betrayed this guy's eagerness. I took out my books and ignored him, pretending to be interested I'm whatever Mr. Darling was talking about.

"Hey, new girl!" The guy said louder, grabbing my shoulder to turn me around. I froze and turned around.

"Don't fucking touch me, you fucking creep," I said through gritted teeth, giving him a look that could kill. He has greasy dark hair and black, hungry eyes that were shining with amusement.

"Oh sweetheart I could touch you--"

"Shut the fuck up, Spencer," the girl in the seat next to me interrupted, her green eyes alight with a vicious fire. I bit my lip and smiled at her in thanks as Spencer recoiled and sat back in his seat.

"--and I would like to introduce you all to our new student, Clara Whitacker!" Mr. Darling announced. "Clara, is there anything you would like to tell us about yourself?"

I clenched my jaw and looked up at him, muttered a muffled "sure".

"My name is Clara Whitacker, I'm from Seattle, and I love coffee." I said coldly. Alice would have had a heart attack. She had always stressed how making a good impression on people was important, but I couldn't find in myself to care what these people thought of me.

"That's it?" Asked Mr. Darling, waiting for me to add more and talk about my amazing life in Seattle.

"Yeah," I murmured, taking my seat once again. The class seemed uninterested in me, and I congratulated myself in finally turning them off to me. I didn't deserve friends, not could I even think about securing relationships with people while my sister was dead.

Mr. Darling looked kind of disappointed in my lack of spunk or color of any sort. He was young and reasonably attractive, and if I were the old me, he would have probably grown to love me and my fun personality. But, I wasn't that person anymore; she was dead, and there was no bringing her back.

I was copying down notes from the board into my notebook when a note flying onto my desk jolted me out of my stupor. I turned, realizing that it came from my side, and I saw the girl who had defended me before smile and nod her head towards the note.

'Hey, I'm really sorry about Spencer, he a real sleaze bag. I'm Katherine, one of Will's friends, so if you need anything just ask me.'

Fucking Will. Getting into my business again. Can't he just see that I want to be alone?! I don't need his friendship, or his gorgeous green eyes, or his cheeky smile, or his... Ugh! I can't have this! I don't deserve it!

'Thanks, Katherine, but I don't anticipate any problems,' I wrote and threw it on her desk. She read it and ran a hand through her short red hair, looking at me with the look. The look that people give you when they know your life's shit. When they know that your whole family died. I sighed and tugged at my long blonde hair... He told her. I rolled my eyes. Typical, just typical.

Katherine was scribbling a response when the bell rung loudly. I scrambled to pack my bag, and I hightailed it out of there only to be met with Will. He was standing at the door, his arm propped up against the frame, talking to Mr. Darling as if they were old friends. When he saw me, he smiled.