(Sofia Carson as Callie Rodriguez)
Jayden's POV
As me and Callie headed to school, I didn't really say much. I felt bad, but I was just so lost in my thoughts and I really didn't feel like conversating.
The radio was playing just loud enough to penetrate the comfortable, yet deafening silence between us. Callie cleared her throat.
"So thanks for helping me back there," she said, throwing a friendly smoke my way.
"Huh?" I said snapping out of my own thoughts. "Oh sorry I was just...thinking."
"Hey no worries, dude," she said, sending a warm smile my way and squeezing my hand gently.
"Hey, so you never told me. What were you doing on the side if the road back there, anyhow?" I asked.
"Oh, well my car's check engine light came on on the way to school so I pulled over to call my dad but before I could Wyatt pulled up behind me and his " biker" gang followed him and they started harrasing me and calling me names and shouting until Wyatt pushed me and I fell, causing you to almost hit me." She let out a small laugh at the end that made me smile. She continued. "But as soon as you pulled up, Wyatt told the gang to go because he could " handle this one" by himself." She scoffed. "Gosh what a jerk," followed by a small bitter laugh.
I just nodded my head thoughtfully.
Yeah, a real asshole, I thought to myself.
"Do you know him?" Callie asked out of the blue. I cough and cleared my throat.
"Oh, uh, nah, I don't know him."
That was the partial truth. I DIDN'T know the person Wyatt had become now. I hadn't seen him in years and its just my luck he happened to be here. Great, more drama.
"Oh," she said, clearly seeing I didn't want to discuss the topic any longer.
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The rest of the ten minute ride to school was filled with the awkward silence between me and Callie and the radio playing softly in the background. When we arrived at school I found a parking spot, parking my car and heading towards the school's entrance with Callie.
The sign over the entrance read Miami-Dade High School. I observed the large entrance and the vast number of students who we're chatting with their friends outside and catching up with their summer stories as it was the first day of school. "Well, it doesn't look like hell from the outside," I said laughing a little. Callie laughed with me. "Yeah, but MD has it moments but I love it," she stated simply. "Just stick with me and you'll be fine," she said, winking playfully at me.
"Wait, Callie, it's after 8am. Why's no one on class yet?" I asked curiously.
"Well, on the first day of school, we're allowed half an hour to meet up with friends, find our classes, all that great shit and blah, blah blah." I laughed. We would be such great friends. "So, usually for the first week, it's around 8:30," she summer up. I nodded understandingly.
"What grade are you in?" she asked. "Oh, I'm a senior," I stated. "Really? But it's your last year. Why transfer?" she asked.
I tensed. I didn't even wanna to think about why I was here.
"Uh, just, uh, wanted a fresh start. Last year. Make new friends, opportunities, before college," I said convincingly. Callie raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
Good answer, Jay, I said to myself. She should buy it. At least I hoped she would.
"Oh, that's sweet. Well, welcome to Miami. Let me properly introduce myself," she said teasingly. She turned around and stretched out her hand. "Callie. Callie Rodriguez. But you can call me Cal. And it would be an honor to welcome you and be your first friend (possibly only) --"
"Hey!" I said offensively.
"Kidding. But we're gonna be best friend. I can feel it!", she said excitedly. "And a cutie like you should have no problems making friends or finding a girlfriend...or boyfriend," she said, winking jokingly at the word boyfriend.
I laughed nervously." Well, Mom, looks like you've got my whole social and love life planned out," I said, rolling my eyes playfully. We both laughed as we approached the schools entrance and headed inside.
"I need to go to the office to pick up my schedule. Can you show me where it it?" I asked Callie. "Of course," she said, in a duh tone. I laughed softly.
***
As we thanked the people in the office and headed out, I looked down at my schedule as Callie looked over my shoulder. "German III 1st, AP Statistics 2nd, Holocaust and Genocide Studies 3rd, (A/N: My school offers this course in real life, which I took and enjoyed) and AP Literature 4th," I said studying my schedule. "Looks like we got Stats and Literature together. I can't believe you actually signed up for that Holocaust course," Callie said, cringing.
"It's good to try new things," I stated.
It was just my luck what happened next. I was still looking down and the next thing I know I had collided into someone, making the person, myself and Callie all tumble to the ground.
"Ouch! Watch where the fuck you're going asshole, sheesh," Callie said as she stood up, rubbing her arm. I stood up, slowly rubbing my head from where we had bumped into each other.
"Me? You punks need to watch out," the person said standing at full height. As I dusted myself off and straightened my clothes and backpack, I looked at the person and froze as we made eye contact.
"Wyatt," I said softly.
His face softened for a brief moment, but quickly hardened once again.
"The hell do you want, Taylor?" he asked harshly.
"Damn, I was just gonna apologize," I said defensively. "No need to be a jerk," I said. He walked menacingly towards me. He pointed a finger in my face. "Stay the hell out of my way," he said threateningly, and started walking away. "Wait." I grabbed his wrist and he looked down, quickly yanking it away.
"What happened to you?" I asked curiously. He walked closer to me and leaned closer to my ears, making me shiver. His next words sent a shiver down my spine.
" You, that's what." And he walked away angrily.
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Give Your Heart A Break
Teen FictionStory about a boy who is trying to escape his past only to revisit it again. As 17 year old Wyatt navigates streets of Miami, with the help of old and new friends, he'll make shocking discoveries and unforgettable experiences with new and old friend...
