Life Happens

Chapter 1

[Abigail]

I watched silently from the back of the room. Everyone was in their own little clique. There were the cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, and the social outcasts. And then there was my, my own one-man group. No one tried talking to me, well not anymore. They knew they would only get one word answers and nothing else.

‘Maybe she’s shy?’ is what they whisper to their friends, as if I couldn’t hear them. Being shy was half the problem. The other half was my distrust of making friends too quickly. They never stuck around, I know that much. They’ll soon tire of me, like every other ‘friend’ I had. I had enough friends to last me a lifetime, and I was okay with that.

“Okay class, quiet down!” Mrs. Albert’s, my third period science teacher, yelled.

The noise died down slowly as everyone gave her their undivided attention. She smiled sweetly, her light blue eyes shining with excitement. She had her light red hair in a tight bun with a few strands framing her face. All in all, she was beautiful. Most of the boys in our school had a crush on her, to which she was oblivious to.

“Today class, we have a new transfer student,” she said. That got everyone talking again.

‘Who was it? Were they a really cute girl or a really hot guy?’ Mrs. Albert had to raise her voice a little to calm down the excited chatter. I stared ahead blankly, wanting nothing more than to go home and finish the anime I started watching last night.

“Okay, you can come in,” Mrs. Albert's called through the open door.

In walked the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. He had the softest looking black hair that went down to his shoulders. It fell over his face a little, slightly covering his soft green eyes. He was wearing a tight-fitting black shirt that barely covered the tattoos down his arms. And when his smiled, his beautiful pearly whites captured the hearts of every girl in the room.

“This is Alexander Morris. He just moved here from Chicago with his mother,” Mrs. Albert's said enthusiastically. “Since you're new, how about you tell us a little about yourself?”

“Well, as Mrs. Albert's already said, I came from Chicago,” he said. Oh, his voice fits him perfectly. It was deep and nearly oozed sex-appeal. “I came here with my mom after she and my dad divorced.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry,” Mrs. Albert's said sadly. Alexander shrugged like it was no big deal. “Well, how about you take the free seat near Abigail?”

My eyes widened in horror as I realized she put him next to me. My heart was going crazy and my palms were becoming sweaty as he made his way toward me. Everyone was looking my way, knowing looks on their faces. They knew I wouldn’t talk to him, like I did everyone else. They were waiting to see what the new kid would do once I ignored him.

He took his seat, dumping his bag and jacket on the floor. I moved away, conscience that he was way too close to me. I couldn’t look up as I became more aware of him. Like how fitted his arms were or the fact that he smelled like vanilla, which is an odd smell for a guy. But I've always loved the smell of vanilla and, on him, it was even better.

“Hey, you're Abigail right?” he asked as his hot breath washed over my ear.

I jumped and jerked my head toward him. He was leaning toward me, a confused look on his face. I moved away even more and kept my eyes up front. I could feel his eyes on me, but told myself to ignore him. He didn’t try to talk to me again the rest of the period and, when the bell finally rang, I hurried from class.