Coming Home

The First Day

I woke up in a really good mood. I felt rested. When I looked at the clock it said 7. I had half an hour to get ready. I jumped out of bed and went to the closet. I grabbed a pair of dark skinny jeans and a crop top. Then I put my leather jacket over it and a pair of black vans. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair. Then I put on my beanie and went down stairs.

"Blake is gonna be here any minute so hurry up." Just as Karen said it the door bell rang. I grabbbed my backpack from upstairs and when I came back down I saw a blonde standing on the porch. She was wearing a maxi Skirt and a tank top with a jean jacket. She had 3 inch heels and a smile on her face. When I went outside her smile faded.

"Oh god I see we have alot of work to do." Then her smile was back. "I'm Amy." She said. Blake was standing behind her. I saw him roll his eyes.

As she talked I noticed a glimmer in the corner of my eye. The red Motorcycle. It was parked in a driveway. I saw a guy with the same Matte black helemet as yesterday. I knew it was a guy because he was wearing a pair of dark colored skinny jeans and a flanel shirt.

I watched as he got on the bike and his head turned toward me. He nearly froze. Then he sped off. I returned my attention to Amy and Blake. Amy looked at my outfit.

"Well it's not that bad. Come on we better get to school so I can show you around." I followed them to the car. I got in the passenger side, Amy got in the back, and Blake got in the driver side.

"Well, we are gonna help you. Your new and I'm popular. You will be too in no time."

"Amy shut up. What if she doesn't what if she doesn't want to be popular."

"It's fine she is just being friendly." I looked at blake

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he smiled .

We pulled up to a large brick building. Well there were seperate buildings. I got out of the car and slammed the door. Amy and Blake started fighting.

"Sisters," blake mumbled.

"Sister?" I asked.

He nodded and I giggled. Then I saw it. The motorcycle. The beautiful bright red Motorcycle.

"Okay whos Motorcycle is that?" I asked.

I looked to Amy. She looked mad.

"Ugh don't even wory about it. He is the biggest Jerk in the history of the world and only talks to the tiny group of friends he has." She flipped her hair and walked forward.

I heard Blake chuckle.  "So he must be an Ex?" I asked.

Blake was laughing so hard. Amy Froze and slowly turned around. She looked so mad.

"Eww, No. Ugh his name is Weston. Weston Riggs. Look he is a loser. Every girl is so obsessed with him. He has never liked anyone back so don't get your hopes up."

"I've never seen him I just love that bike."

" He never lets anyone touch it. EVER." Amy turned around.

"How do you know this stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah why don't you tell us how you know," Blake chimed in.

"He's our cousin." She said it through gritted teeth.

We continues walking. I showed them my first period and they walked me to the door then they left.

I decided not to go into class. I honestly did not want to deal with the whole new kid thing. When the bell rang I started walking around. I found the cafeteria and the gym.

As I walked past this corner I slammed into somthing hard. I stumbled back.

"Hey watch wer-" When I looked up he froze.

His perfect mouth literally dropped in shock and then he closed  it. As I looked at him I wanted to die. He was Perfect. AMAZING. His beanie complemented his dark black hair that hung just above his eyebrows. The deep blue of his eyes were wide. He looked confused. His eyebrow was raised.

"I'm sorry." I made my way past him

"Your new." His voice was deep but gentle. Rough, but I heard the kindness.

I turned around. When I saw his outfit I nearly fainted. Dark skinny jeans and a flannel shirt.

"I'm Weston." He spoke again. His voice was amazing.

"Julep" I said.

"Julep? Nice name." Every word he said made me weak.

"Thanks. Are you ditching."

"Yeah. What class are you supposed to be in?"

"Press." I replied. "But I'm not really into the whole new kid introduction."

"I have him to. I'll go if you go." He smiled and I felt my cheeks go red. I forced it down. He was a total jerk remember.

"Yeah, ok." Then we started down the hall together.

" It looks like we have all day except 6th," he said examining my schedule.

" Ok." He looked down at me.  His face held no emotion and was hard to read.

The rest of the walk was silent. When we reached the class and went in a man stopped us.

"Weston, where were you?"

"Um, this new girl got lost and I helped her." He pointed to me and went to the back of the class and sat down.

"Have a seat anywhere and take out some paper. Copy the board."

I sat down far away from Weston. Yeah he was cute. Ok way cuter than cute, but he was a jerk. Obviously.

That class went by fast and next thing I know I'm in 5th period. This was art. When I walked into the class I saw Amy. She was sitting at a big round table that was filled up. She gave me a sympathetic look. I scanned the room and saw a big round table only half way filled, and another table with one person. Weston. I went to the semi filled table and sat down next to a short girl with red curly hair.

"Hey your new." She said.

"Yeah, I'm julep. Call me Jule. Everyone does."

"Got it Jule." She smiled.

The whole class was fun. Me and her talked as we sculpted with clay. The teacher told me to make my favorite thing in the world. My motercycle.

It was easy to sculpt. I got the main part done today and when the bell rang i wrapped it up and put it on a shelf. Then I left.