You and I

Chapter 3: Liam's POV

I woke up this morning to my annoying alarm clock beeping in my face. My family had just moved here last week because my dad got transferred to another military base... again. I really wasn't looking forward to starting at a new school with no friends, yet again.

I may as well get ready before my mom starts yelling at me for being late to school. At least I'm a senior this year, though.

I hop into the shower and savor the warmth of the water pouring down over my skin. once I'm done showering, I grab the plush towel that is sitting on top of the sink and make my way out of the bathroom.

I get back to my small room that only has a dresser, my bed, a desk, and a chair at the moment. I seriously need more furniture in here; it's quite bothersome right now. I put on a pair of old, blue jeans and a black shirt that vaguely shows off my muscles. Hopefully this will help me fit in with some people today.

By the time I get downstairs, it is already 7:10 so I need to hurry up and eat my bowl of cereal fast. Just as I finish eating, my dad comes through the door and says, "Good luck today, son. I hope you have a great first day."

I seriously doubt that, I think to myself, but instead I respond with, "Yup. Thanks Dad!" I really hate the idea of having to go to a new school again. I've already been to seven schools before this, and as soon as I start to make good friends and get comfortable living in that place, we have to move again.

I open the door to my sweet, black Mustang. This car is probably my favorite possession. My parents pooled some money, and they bought it for me on my 16th birthday last year. It's been about the only nice thing I've gotten from them in a while because our budget is so tight.

I sigh as I remember what my life was like as a child where I could have everything that I laid my eyes on. Until, my mother got laid off from work and hasn't been able to find a stable job since then. I jump back to reality as I open the door to my car, jump in, and start driving to my new school. Here we go again.

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I get to the school, Rosewood High, at about 7:25. Good, now I have enough time to talk to the guidance counselor about my schedule before I have to head to homeroom.

I walk into the school and notice how clean it is, unlike my last school where the filth was evident. They must have just re-painted the hallways a week or so ago because it smells like paint in here.

I make my way to the main office after asking about five different kids how to get here. Needless to say, none of them were too helpful. I start searching the office rooms until I find the one that says GUIDANCE on top of it.

I knock and hear the person say, "Come in." So, I turn the handle and push the door open to find a woman, possibly in her late thirties, looking at me. She has short, chin-length, blonde hair and green eyes. "How can I help you?" she asks me.

I reply, "Hi, I'm new here. My name is Liam, and I'm not sure exactly where I'm supposed to go. Could you help me, please?" I might as well get on someone's good side this school year.

"Sure thing, Liam. What is your last name so that I can pull up your schedule?"

"My last name is Finnegan," I reply back.

"Okay, Mr. Finnegan, let me print out your schedule for you. Why don't you go wait in the main office, and I'll bring your schedule to you once it's done printing."

"Okay, thanks Mrs... " gosh I can't remember her telling me her last name.

"Lockwood," she said as if she read my mind, "and no problem."

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I started walking to the main office when I see a girl with brown, braided hair standing there talking to the person at the desk. I decide that it would be rude to interrupt, so I just stand there for a minute, awkwardly.

The next thing I know, my feet are carrying me towards the girl, and they only stop when I'm about three feet away from her. She looks at me with a hint of curiosity glinting in her beautiful, blue eyes.

The next thing I know, the lady at the desk hands the girl a sheet of paper, I'm assuming her schedule, and the girl takes one last glance at me and leaves.

I stand around for about five more minutes before I see Mrs. Lockwood coming out of her office to hand me my schedule.

"Sorry it took so long! the printer got jammed for a minute," she says to me in a voice that sounds like she's hoping I won't be mad.

"It's fine. Thanks for getting this for me, Mrs. Lockwood," I reply in a sweet tone of voice trying not to make her feel bad for keeping me waiting. So she hands me the paper, and I'm on my way to find my homeroom. I hope I can see that girl again and maybe get her name.