Chapter 1
-Fiona's POV-
I felt stares burning into my back as I walked into the classroom. It was the middle of the year, and I was the new girl. No, at this school my name wasn't Fiona Birk, it was New Kid. The teacher didn't even bother trying to welcome me, just frowned and pointed to a desk in the back corner of the large, cold room.
As I walked down the center isle, someone stuck their foot out. It was all in slow motion then. As I caught my left foot on their foot, as I felt face first onto the dirty tile floor, and as the class erupted into laughter. I picked myself up, humiliated, and slipped into the desk assigned to me.
The teacher, a short, obese, balding man, in maybe his late 40's, clapped his hands to get the classes attention, shoved his glasses up his greasy nose, and started the class. Biology; oh I so hate Biology. It was easy, but so boring. I had taken the same course last year at my old school, so I didn't have to take notes. I made it in one piece until lunch, not talking to anyone but drawing pictures in my notebook of landscapes back home.
The bell rang for lunch, releasing me from English and the teacher who looked like a plastic Barbie doll, what with her obvious fake boob job, Botox, liposuction, and over-exposing clothing. I bet the only thing that kept her or one of the guys jumping her was the school policy of no teacher/student relationships.
I gathered my books quickly, placing them neatly in my floor-to-ceiling locker, and headed towards the cafeteria. I got in line, holding my empty lunch tray. I made up a chicken salad and spaghetti with meatballs, and some choco cookies for dessert. I get really hyper when I drink coffee or soda, so I picked up a choco milk at the end of the line before paying. I tucked the change into my wallet as I left the line to find a table. I balanced the tray on my right palm as I replaced my wallet with the left when-BAM!-The tray flew out of my hands onto the floor and my shoes, and the choco milk erupted across the plain of my chest, dripping between my breasts and down the sides of my button-down purple plaid shirt.
"Oh my god, I am soooo sorry. I'll go get some napkins." The thing I had run into to-rather the someone-rushed off to get some napkins before I could apologize. I just stood there, in the middle of the cafeteria, soaking wet, and with food on my clothes, humilitated for the second time today.
"Here, blot your shirt, and I'll get you some clothes to change into." I looked up at the someone. The someone was a he-a very hot he. He had long shaggy black hair that fell into his strikingly emerald green eyes.
I snapped out of my daze, grabbing the napkins from his hand. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I spilled on you too. Here take the napkins, I'm fine." I shoved the napkins back at him. "I'm really sorry." I looked at my food-covered sperrys as I raced out of the cafeteria, and luckily no one tripped me.
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A/N: So what do you think so far? This is my first short story ever! And please look over any spelling mistakes I didn't proofread first. This is going to have many twists and turns, so don't just quit reading because you think you know what'll happen.
What should I name the mystery guy?
Anyways, VOTE and COMMENT please! Tell me what you think of it so far [I know it's not much] and what you want or think is going to happen!
I should have the next chappie ploaded tomorrow!
<3 Turquoisetiger209 aka Alynn (:
