westview high

chapter 1: faking it

I hope this new school will protect me in a way and keep me from being found by my father because i cant afford to get kicked out of this school , its my last option before i fully drop out and go into hiding .

I stand outside of westview high , just staring at the entrance door hoping that god will bless me with something. I have no idea what but something.

Someone then approached me from behind and stood side to side with me.

"you know the doors will only open if you open it with your hands right?'' he says.

I giggle a little and turn my head and look at him with a smile.

"yeah i know that , i was just waiting for a handsome fellow like you to open it for me" i say while i clutch on my books.

"well lucky you , i am a handsome fellow" He walks up to the door and holds it open for me and smiles at me while i walk through.

I waited for him once i get into the building and he caught up to me.

"you new here?'' he asked me as we casually strolled down the hall.

"what gave it away , me staring at the door or me actually talking to you" i say.

"wow fiesty , what gave it away was i have never seen you here before"

"well lucky you , i am new and i will be needing someone to show me around are you down?''

"being around a beautiful girl all day , hell yes i am down" he says while smiling at me.

He has an amazing smile , it made me blush .

"so what's your name ?'' i ask him.

"Im Brody hicks, who are you?''

"Im Danny thompson"

"well Danny im happy to meet you ,this might be the start of a beautiful friendship"

"yeah now Brody , lead the way to locker 56 please"

"wait you have locker 56?'' He stops smiling and he has this look of concern on his face now.

"yeah why? whats wrong?''

He takes in a deep breathe " ugh nothing , Danny i have to go sorry i just remembered i have football practice"

"okay then" i say as he walk away from me.

I guess ill just skip the locker for now and head straight into my first class which is, history my favorite subject but first ill have to find it.

I actually spent 30 mins trying to find the stupid history class ,when i finally found it i was catching the end of the class, i felt so embarrassed. I sat down in the back for the 2 minutes remaining of the class and i just listened and jotted down what i could.

I didn't want this to happen again so i went to office to see if anyone can help me locate my classes.

"um excuse me ?" i say.

she holds up 1 finger and continues talking on the phone and so i sat down in the chairs by the window and i took a book out my bag and began reading it.

someone then came and sat beside me and just stared at me , i could see them from the corner of my eye.

"can i help you?'' i say while never looking up from my book.

"well its what i can do for you" he says.

''and what's that?''

"Help you find your classes, cause thats why your in here right?"

"Okay I'll take your offer" I close my book and look up at him and he was not what I was expecting.

"You know u kinda look like brody hicks" I say while just staring at him.

"well i am his twin, im cody hicks"

"well that explains that , well come on cody show me around."

I get up and so does cody and he grabs my bag from my arm and throws it over his shoulder.

"let me see your schedule , so i can show you where your classes are'' he said as we walked into the hall.

I go into my pocket and i hand him my schedule and he looks at it up and down .

"can i ask you a question?" i say.

"yeah sure " he says not looking up from the paper.

"whats up with locker 56?''

He stops walking and put the paper down to his side and just stands there for a minute.

"cant talk about it here but meet me by the football field at dismissal, ill tell you then but lets get you to your classes before your late."

He walks and takes me to my classes for the rest of day and we didnt really do much talking since i brought up the locker but like why? Its just a locker , what could be so bad that it made a guy run away instead of talking and another guy fully mute.

Guess i will find out at the end of the day.