My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 2 [Plus Picture of Abigail]

- Chapter 2 -

"So you're a new student, right?" the coach asked me once he had gotten all our attention.

"Yepp. I'm Abigail Lockwood."

"Well, nice to meet you, and I hope you enjoy your time here." coach replied. Then he turned to the rest of us.

"Okay, since it's the first day back at school after your summer holidays, we will start with just some warm up games. At the end of the lesson I will hand you all a booklet that contains all the activities we will be doing this semester."

Then he made us into two groups, and threw each group two soft balls.

"Today we will have a few matches of Dodge-Ball," coach informed us. "This line is the middle line, and you cannot pass it. Use the ball to hit the other team's opponents."

He continued explaining the game for the next 10 minutes. Most of us already knew, so it was a real bore.

"Okay, go!" the coach yelled, and everyone started throwing. Although P.E. was not my favourite subject, I was fairly good at dodge ball. I was able to easily dodge the balls and send them back, hitting a perfect target.

"Gotcha!" I yelled, as one of my aims hit Tyler right on the butt. He glared at me, and went to sit out. I punched my hand up in the air. I think P.E. is about to getmuchbetter.

*

Minutes later, the class was over, and we all went back to the gym lockers to change.

"Now that was awesome," I said, while looking through my gym bag. Jenna laughed.

"His face was priceless when you hit him," she said. I nodded. Then I quickly got changed, and then went to a nearby mirror to fix my make-up.

"Hey Abby," Jenna called to me. I looked up at her.

"I gotta leave early. Got a hairdressers appointment." She rolled her eyes, and I smiled.

"See you tomorrow then!" I replied, and she left with a wave.

I finished off my make-up, and collected my stuff to leave. I pushed the door open, and ran to my locker. I don't know why I was in such a hurry, but this caused me to bump into someone in front of me.

"Ow."

I groaned, as I quickly picked myself up. I looked up to see a tall guy, about 6 foot or more, looking down at me. He had jet black hair, which was slightly spiked up with gel, piercing blue eyes, and a killer smile.

"Um, sorry," I mumbled.

I picked up with rest of my stuff that fell and put them in my shoulder bag. The others I threw into my locker.

"It's okay," the guy replied, shrugging."Seemed like you were in a hurry."

I smiled, slightly.

"Not really, I guess. Just need to catch my brother 'cause he drives me home. He smiled.

"I'm Yale by the way," the guy said.

"I'm Abigail," I replied, slightly blushing.

Okay, I had to admit, he was pretty good looking. His features were perfect, and .. just everything about him was perfect. He smiled back at me, and then I realized that it had gotten awkwardly silent.

"Um, I think I'd better get going," I said quickly, putting on my jacket. Yale nodded and smiled. He fumbled in his pocket and took out a pen. He took my hand, and scribbled down his number. I couldn't help but squirm as the pen's nib glided around my palm.