Finding the One

Chapter 1

"Mom! I can't go to school! I can't! Ugh... I have no friends there! What do I do at lunch? Who do I talk to? When do I start talking to people? What do I--" I started complaining, until I was rudely interrupted by my older brother.
"Come on! Would you stay quiet for two seconds? It is just a new school Emma!" Andrew groaned.
Andrew was never the nicest brother, but after going to college, he was even more annoying. He was the reason we had to move from Texas to California, just so he could attend Stanford University. He didn't want to stay far from home, but he didn't want to give up Stanford either. The day my mom told me the news wasn't a pleasant one-- there were words coming out of my mouth that shouldn't have.
I had to leave everything-- my friends, my favorite teachers, my favorite places, my house... everything. Honestly, not bragging, my house was the biggest and grandest one on the street, and I had lived in it my whole life. Moving was the worst event ever, and, now, I probably have to attend a college at California instead of Rice University in Texas as I had planned before.
"Honey, just relax! You will make many friends over time, don't worry!" my mom soothingly stated.
"Mom, it's not that simple! I was the most popular girl in the whole 9th grade, and now, being in 10th grade, no one knows me! That is a drastic change, and I'm not ready! I can't do this..." I whined.
With that, I fell back on the couch, and decided that I would give school a chance instead of complaining. I mean, sure, it wasn't going to be easy, but, I have to do it, so why not give it a try.

Ring!
The bell to go to class rang, and I had to go to first period. Of course, I didn't have my schedule memorized yet, so I took a quick glance at it.
Mr. Ruth, Math. Where is the room num-- oh here it is! Room 147, I thought to myself as I started walking down the hallway.
Math. What a great way to start the first day of school when you don't know anyone and you have just moved to an area. Of course I got stuck with math. Of course I did.
I wandered down the halls, trying to find my class-- but after a long, extensive period of searching, I gave up and decided to ask for help. Luckily, I noticed a boy that was standing by his locker taking some books out.
"Hey, um, so I'm new here, and um, I'm kinda lost, so, um can you tell me where, um, Mr. Ruth's math class is?" I asked trying not to make eye contact.
"Sure! In fact, I'm going to the same class. You are in 10th grade-- right?" he replied.
Before answering his question, I carefully looked up at him.
What I saw was a big surprise.
He had silky dirty blond hair, brushed off to the side, a round face, with crystal blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. His piercing eyes looked at me fiercely, but his lips were curved into a soft smile.
He was... cute.
"Um... oh sorry, uh, yeah I'm in 10th grade. Um, sorry to ask, but um, can you walk with me to class?" I carefully stated.
"No problem, come with me. Oh, I didn't catch your name! My name is--" he said before I interrupted him.
"Emma!" I exclaimed, "Oh, sorry, go on, I meant to say--"
"Yes, yes, that's fine. My name is Cole. And, um, beautiful name-- for a beautiful girl, of course." he stated.