New Girl

Chapter 1

COLE RANTERSON>>>>>>>>

Cole's POV

I walked down the hall with confidence and a wide smile across my face. As I approached my locker, I saw two girls standing directly in front of it. I slowed down my pace and walked to them with my arms spread out.

"Rachel, Sammy. Hi," I said nonchalantly.

"Hey Cole," Rachel said eyeing me while chomping her gum. "Looking good."

I smiled and raised my eyebrows seductively.

"Did you hear about the new girl?" Sammy asked loud enough to gain my attention.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Sammy, "What new girl?"

Sammy glanced down the hall and pointed, "There she is."

I turn my head to look at the new girl walking my way. She walked with so much pride, her strut definitely deserved many stares. She clutched a red and black backpack and her schedule. She wore a flowy maroon purple tank top and tight black pants showing off her curves. The black high heels added a few inches on to her height. Her dark wavy brown hair laid midway down her back and swayed whenever she took a step. She was so beautiful.

My best friend Ryder walked up to me and slapped my back. "Close your mouth, you're drooling," he laughed. "Isn't she hot?"

I didn't look at him, I kept my eyes locked on her chest. "Dude, you're so obvious," Ryder scoffed.

I cleared my throat and looked at him, "Time to make my move."

I backed away still looking at Ryder while running a hand through my dirty blonde hair and I licked my lips as well. I turned towards the new girl and walked to her as she was opening her locker. I put my hand on the locker door next to hers to hold up my leaning body. I smirked at her waiting for her to look up at me. When she looked at me I couldn't stop staring into her eyes. They were a distinct shade of blue, they looked like the point where two seas touched. They sparkled and they just pulled me into a trance. Her face had no trace of makeup except the light pink lip gloss that was spread across her full lips. Her eyelashes were plenty thick and dark and perfectly surrounded her gorgeous eyes. Her jawline was noticeable, but her features were soft. She raised her eyebrows questionably and I quickly shook myself out of the trance I was in.

"Hey," I smoothly spoke.

She chuckled lightly and looked back into her locker for something, "Hi." When she smiled, her cheeks formed small dimples which made her entirely more attractive.

"What's your name beautiful?"

She shuffled in her locker for a moment before replying, "Violet." She took a step back and looked at me, "Violet Evans."

"Violet Evans," I softly repeated. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," I said easily.

Violet closed her locker and turned to me again, "Thanks." She smiled slightly at me and asked me a question, "Do you know where," she paused to look at the schedule in her hand, "Mr. Schmockland's American History class is?"

"Yeah, I'll take you to it," I smiled and started walking with her next to me. "So, Violet Evans, tell me about yourself."

She looked at me with a blank expression, "Why would I give you personal information? Who knows, you could be a masked murderer doing research on your next victim which happens to be me."

I let out a loose laugh and looked back at her, "You have a point, smart girl. No, but where'd you come from? Heaven? That's my first guess." Nice Cole, reel her in.