History Repeats Itself [ON HOLD]

1 | Doors & Drama

What the fuck? Where the hell is room 103?

After my little kidnapping incident, my dad and I decided to move to Los Angeles, where I would be starting my senior year at Riverside High School.

Unfortunately, I am now feeling like Dorothy and lost in the land of Oz.

I was currently wearing a cropped grey sweater over my skinny black ripped jeans, scurrying through the stream of students and trying to get a glimpse of the room numbers.

// fashionistas, where you at? I honestly suck at writing about/organizing outfits so if you guys have any outfit ideas send help !!

I hear the bell ring and I scurry to any direction, desperately trying to find room 103. I'm running down rows of lockers and classrooms, one hand clutching tightly to my schedule and another to my phone, while my eyes scan the classroom numbers.

Suddenly, a door opens so quickly the speed of light would be proud, and, lucky for me, I crash right into it.

The door knob jams into my stomach, right to the bruise from where Uncle John kicked me. My head also collides with the door, and in a dazed state, I desperately clutch my stomach, trying to ease the pain.

"Shit. Shit. Shit, " I hiss, feeling the pain increasing, and it feels like my whole stomach is on fire. 

I look up, and oh my lord, two extremely hot guys are looking right back at me: one looking unsure and another looking cocky, smirking at me. Both had the classic chiseled jawline and extremely nice hair.

Holy hell is it even legal to be that beautiful?

But the one that took my breath away was the cocky one, with dark brown eyes, looking straight at me. He had dark brown hair that contrasted his skin beautifully, along with chocolate brown eyes with golden specks.

Fuck he caught you staring Emma. Way to go.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer, " he says in an arrogant tone, smiling.

Yikes. Good looks ≠ good personality.

But, HOLY SHIT THOSE DIMPLES.

"No thanks, I wouldn't want to break my camera lens," I smile sweetly, (and lying my ass off because he is seriously beautiful). Through the pain, I add, "But I am currently accepting apologies."

Um what the fuck Emma?! Where did that come from? Why are you creating enemies on your first day of school?

"Oh, aren't you feisty. And an apology for what? You running? Oh I'm so sorry you were running and I timed it so you would run into that door," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Jax, you might want to cool it, don't make another mistake" his friend said. Oops. Forgot he was there.

Damn, I definitely approve of his name though.

"No no, if Jax really wants to learn about mistakes, he should simply ask his parents," I say, smiling, emphasizing his name. By now the pain on my stomach is literally on fire and I feel it every time I breathe.

"Haha, remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither," Jax says, rolling his eyes.

"God, your whole family tree must be a cactus since your such a prick," I sneer, and add "or is it only you?"

I hear his best friend chuckling, and smirk. Jax looks like he's at a loss for words, so I continue.

"Listen, why don't you just apologize, and maybe tell me where room 103 is, and we can just move on with our lives pretending this never happened?" I reason with him.

"Me? Why the hell should I apologize? I didn't even do anything wrong!" he exclaims.

"You're the one who opened the door, you asshole! Of course you should apologize!" I yell, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

I expect another dumb comeback from Jax, but instead see him glaring at my stomach, right where my bruise was.

Crap.

When I raised my arms it must have lifted up my sweatshirt, exposing my bruise. And more questions is just what I needed right now.

"What the fuck happened to your stomach?" he growls, eyes drilling right into mine.

Shit. "Umm...nothing?" God, it even sounds like l'm trying to convince myself.

"Yeah, right. Didn't your mom ever tell you lying was bad?" He says, still glaring at me.

Yikes. Sore spot.

His eyes soften, "I won't tell anyone, I promise. You can trust me," he says softly.

Yeah, Uncle John used so say that all the time, but look what happened there.

I can't tell him. I just don't trust anyone with my past life story yet.

Come on Emma. Keep it together.

"I ran into- ," I start coming up with a lie.

"Hey! Class started 15 minutes ago! You students should be in class!" I'm cut off by a strict looking female, stomping towards us.

I see Jax and his friend nervously gulp and acknowledge her "Yes, Ms. Richmond, we were just about to head to class, " Jax's friend says.

Holy crap. Ms. Richmond aka the principal of the school.

Nice first impression, Emma. Way to go.

She nods, and then turns to me, and says "and where will you be going, young lady?"

"Sorry, Ms. Richmond. I'm new here, but maybe you could show me where room 103 is?" I plead.

She rolls her eyes and replies "well, every one of our students should have a school map with them, but perhaps I could show you. If you just make a right after you pass this wing, you should see it in front of you."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Richmond, I'll be going now," I say, and I follow her directions.

Room 101, 102...yes! Room 103!

I slowly open the door, hoping not to let anyone notice me, yet as soon as I walk in, everyone turns to look at me. The teacher is a old male, but he looks nice enough. He glances at a sheet of paper and says "and you must be Emma Anderson."

"That's me," I say meekly, and scurry to an empty seat.

"Mind introducing yourself?" he suggests.

Perks of being the new kid!! And the pain in my stomach seems to be slowly increasing!!

I sigh, knowing it'll be a long first day.

// whew long first chapter :) (more than 1060 words omg)

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