Ch. 2 Real Meeting

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The school was one outside of a movie. Large glass front doors, table outside in the quad, a football field to my left and a giant student parking lot right in the front.
The gray building had flowers growing all around it and a statue of the founder right in the middle of the walk way. So you have to go in a circle around it.

The inside of the school is white and blue for the school colors. Long rows of lockers covered in glittery posters talking about a home football game this Friday. Trophy cases were all most in ever opening between the sets of lockers.

The biggest trophy case was for the foot ball team. In the center was a picture of the team. God this school must be a place for future models. Everyone of the guys were sexy and the guy from across the street was in the middle holding the football. He's the team captain and quarter back, why am I not surprised.

More pictures were around that one. Some of cheerleaders, others of football practises and homecomings. As my eyes hit one of the pictures my heart dropped. It was the hot guy holding a breath taking blonde wearing a deep red dress in his arms. They looked like the 'IT' couple of the school. Each wearing plastic crowns on their heads.

"Umm Miss your not suppose to be here." Spinning on my heel I see a man in his late twenty's standing in the middle of the hall. Shock passes over his face when he makes eye contact with me. He doesn't make a sound about my eyes though.

"I'm sorry. I came to enroll, but I got caught up with everything. This school seems amazing at sports."

He walked to me some with a smile on his face and his hand held out. "I'm Mr. Jacobs the math teacher and also football coach."

Football ball coach and math teacher? He laughed at the expression on my face. "Hahaha."

OK subject change. "Mr. Jacob's who's this guy?" indicating to the blonde guy. "He seems to be in everything." Looking around I saw that he was the star in most sports.

"You mean Jace Thomas. Your right he is in evey sport almost. He's our schools own celebrity."

Well shot hot and can play sports. Damn! To bad it looks like he already has a girlfriend.

"Well let's go get you enrolled Ms....." He trailed off making me remember I never told him my name.

"Ms. Holland, Claire Holland."

"This way then Ms. Holland."

The walk to the office was quick and quite. The felt so alive even though Mr. Jacob's and I looked to be the only ones there. We came to a stop in front of a long glass wall and a set on doors. When we walked through them a sweet looking old lady past through another set of doors to the left of us.

She stopped and eyed us. "Hello I'm Linda. Are you new?" She asked shaking my hand.

"Yes I'm Claire. I'm here to enroll for classes tomorrow."

"Okay then let's get you set up sweety." Walking behind a desk she came out with a stack of papers.

"Fill these papers out and you'll be all set."

Mr. Jacobs looked at the papers and whistled. "Well you are good from here Claire. So I'm gonna go to football practice." He pretty much ran from the room after that. Linda shook her head and laughed at him.

Smiling I looked down at the papers in my hand and my smile became a grin. "No dress code is in forced here but we do ask that you cover all privet areas." Yup living won't be so bad after all.

(3 hours later)

I'm just getting out of the school office. I was right Linda was sweet, but damn that woman gives out to many papers.

I just step out of the office fully when my leg vibrates.

"Whn r u getting home? - mom"

"Soon. Just got done filling out paper work."

I was to busy looking down at my phone that I didn't notice i was about to walk into a group of people.

Hands grabbed my shoulders scaring me at first which caused my reflexes to kick in. Before I could stop myself I had the persons arm pinned behind their back and the person on their knees. Looking around I saw a group of girls and guys staring at me in surprise.

"Let him the fuck go you freak." Screeched one of the girls. A closer look at her showed that she was the girl from the picture, and she clinging on to none other then mister hotty himself Jace Thomas.

I released my hold on the guy to find out that it was my blue eyed neighbor. "Sorry dude reflex. You kinda scared me." I said to him with a shrug. He nodded his head in understanding and took my out streached hand.

"That's it your gonna forgive her! She could have broken your arm Dean!" Screeched the blonde.

"Damn do you ever shut the fuck up. I mean shit your voice is like someone raking their nails across a chalk board. Also what just happened there had nothing to do with your annoying ass." I said giving her a glare.

Shock, embarrassment and anger crossed over her face. Letting go of Jace she took a step towards me. "Your new here so I'm going to tell you how this will go. I'm going to have your ass packing and leaving this town with in a month."

Her face...if it was meant to look scary it only came out constipated. I didn't even feel bad for laughing at her face. "Are you constipated? That's the only thing that explains the look on your face."

Her cheeks turned red at my words. Everyone around us laughed even Jace had a sexy heart stopping half-smile on his pink lips. His eyes locked with mine causing the world to stop moving. The blonde to stop screeching.

All that was left was Jace and I. Those green eyes seemed to pull everything out of me. Locked in a trance I didn't notice him say anything until blonde went to punch me. Just in time I broke our gaze and caught blondes hand in the air.

I squeezed her hand like I was about to break it but I don't. "Listen here okay because I'm going to say it once and only once. Dont ever start shit with me. I've been put threw shit you couldn't even think of in your worst nightmares. And I won't hesitate to put you through them." Glaring I shove her back into Jace's arms. Without looking at him again "Keep your bitch on her leash." Heading home after that I went right to bed. Thinking the whole time yup schools going to be great tomorrow.

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