Her Rock

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ella's POV:

I hate the sound of my alarm clock going off on a Monday morning. Even though it's my favorite song that wakes me up in the morning, it's a horrible reminder that I have to get up for school. And school was the worst place humanly possible.

I force myself up out of bed and get dressed in a pair of light washed skinny jeans and a cute loose-fitting grey sweater. Walking downstairs, I brush my straight, long blonde hair, and then my teeth. I used to get a lot of comments on my hair about how pretty my natural blonde highlights were, but in my opinion, they weren't all that great.

My blonde hair comes with pale skin; my mom says my brother and I get it from my dad's side. The only thing I like about my face is my blue eyes.

After I'm done getting ready, I wake up my older brother Thomas, which I do every morning. Thomas is a senior and is like any other typical teenage boy. He's confident, the complete opposite of me, and very athletic playing sports all three seasons including, football, track, and wrestling.

When we were younger, people used to think we were twins. We share all the same features, but that's about it.

"Thomas, it's six-thirty," I say, turning on his lamp, which sits on his bedside table.

"I'll get up in a minute." He says sleepily.

"You better actually get up because I'm not coming back in here," I mutter and then leave, not waiting for his response.

If he doesn't get up, it's his problem. He's a senior and needs to learn how to act like one.

I walk out of his room and grab a jacket, and I throw on my white low top converse, then I'm out the door. Hopping in my truck with my book bag in tow, I head to school. I don't ride with Thomas because he has sports after school, so I just drive myself.

Reaching school, I park my truck in the student parking section and after head in. I walk to my locker and get out the binders that I need and put them in my black book bag. Shutting my locker, I turn around. Now it's time to find my friend Olivia so we can walk together.

But instead, when I turn, I find the grocery store boy is standing right next to me, only inches away, leaving almost no breathing space. My hand flies to my chest. I wasn't expecting him to be there, or to be even here at this school at all.

He's wearing black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He too wore converse on his feet, like me, but he wore black, while mine were white. He was leaning against the locker next to mine with his arms crossed over his chest, and his very green eyes were on me.

Seeing him causes heat to rise to my cheeks immediately. I take a step back, giving us some space so that I can catch my breath.

"Fancy meeting you here, Ellie." He says with that signature smirk.

I didn't even think that the green-eyed guy from the grocery store might be new here. I hadn't expected him to be here, let alone at my locker. My hands start to sweat a little bit, so I fold my arms, hoping he won't notice."I-it's actually E-Ella," I tell him quietly.

"I know Lil' one." He says but doesn't elaborate.

Wow, he doesn't even know me and already has a nickname for me, not one but two. Ellie and Lil' one. I mean, I guess I'm a little bit short. Only five foot three and my head reaches his muscular chest. But that's the average height, isn't it?

Realizing I don't know his name, I find the courage to ask. "What's y-your name?"

He gives me a small smile that makes my heart melt. He had a beautiful smile.