More Than // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1

Christine's POV

"Christine!!!!" My mom screamed from downstairs. My eyes shot open as I realized that I was 10 minutes late.

"Oh sh-"

I bite my tongue as my little brother Jake opened the door, "Mom wants to know what you want in lunch. Ham or turkey?" I roll out of bed and slam the door on his face. "Hey!!!" He whined.

I pulled on dark washed skinny jeans and yell, "Ham!" I wanted to look cute today but as I throw my curly brown hair in a messy bun I decide that cannot happen. While running down the stairs I pull on a sweat shirt that read 'radical' on it.

 My mom smiled and said, "Chris you're gonna have a lovely day. Even though you missed the first half of the year, you're going to rule the school."

Raising my eyebrows I pat my mom's shoulders, "Keep telling yourself that mom."

I grab my lunch and mess Jake's hair up, "Have a good day kid." I run to the door and put my backpack on my arm. "Bye mom I'll text you when I get there!" I run out the door before hearing her answer. I start my beat up rusty black car and inhale the cold air. "Wish me good luck." I say to nobody.

I eventually pull into a huge parking lot with a sign reading 'Greenwood High School.' It takes me forever to find a parking spot so I find myself running to the school doors. Since my mom was smart she already had my schedule mailed to my new house, so all I had to do was find the classes. "Wow." Is all I can say as I see so many students talking, shoving each other, running, and kissing. I push my way through the crowd looking for my 1st period US History.

After looking and looking I ask some pretty girl with blonde hair to help, "Hey could you tell me where Mr.Millers history room is?"

She threw her hair over her shoulder, "Ew find your own way, freshman." She stomped away leaving me speechless.

"I'm a junior!" I shout.

As I turn around I see the room and walk in. Every one is already in their seats as their eyes follow me walking to the teacher's desk. "Hi I'm new here?"

 He's a short bald man with bad breath. "Hello sit over there." He said and pointed to the middle row with an empty seat. I sit down avoiding small talk and look at my phone. The bell rings and Mr. Miller makes his way to the front of the room. "Class, we have a new stud-" he is interrupted by someone running into class, out of breath. "Mr. Hemmings." The teacher says and takes his glasses off. I turn slowly around and see a tall skinny boy with quiffed blonde hair. Even from where I was sitting I saw piercing blue eyes. "Don't you think you're a little late?" He said. T

he boy scratched his forehead, "But I didn't miss anything." He said and when he spoke it took me back, I heard a smooth accent.

"Excuse me? Go get a pass." Mr. Miller points to the door. Me and this boy lock eyes for a split second which makes my face turn red.

 "Whatever" the boy said and walked out of the class slamming the door. The class sits silently.

Mr. Miller continued the 'introducing the weirdo' speech. But all I could think about was those eyes.