Chapter 1

The Meeting

I woke up with a big yawn while arching my back and making a fist with my hands as I put my arms behind my back. I got out of my bed and opened the curtains. The sun strained my eyes, so I instinctively put my hands in front of my eyes so the light wouldn't affect my eyes that much. I walked over to my vanity, picked up my hairbrush, and brushed my hair until I could finally recognize myself in the mirror. I smiled, my two dimples, just inches away from my smile were still there, my teeth were still white, my hazel eyes were still there, my necklace that had only one letter hanging, "L," but had great importance to me since, and my brunette straight hair that naturally parts in the middle was still there: yes, the usual Laura.

I got out of my room and down the hallway to my younger step brother Danny's room. I walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

"Hey, what's your problem?" He questioned me.

"Well, it's our first day of school and your still in bed. Get up." I crossed my arms.

"Since Mom and Ric are still on their honeymoon, doesn't mean that you can act like them,"

"Actually, It kinda does 'cause I'm the oldest in this house, so get outta that bed and dress up so you can catch the bus."

"Why can't I just go with you into your car?"

"That's not gonna happen, you're still a stranger to me."

"We've gone to the same school for all of our lives, and now we're living under the same roof. Why can't you just sacrifice one seat for me in you car?

"'Cuz I already told you that you're still a stranger to me." At that moment, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it went away as fast as it came. I walked to my room and closed the door and making sure I locked it. I didn't want my step brother to see me half naked. I had the right to feel uncomfortable around him, he just moved in last month. Now he acts as though he's known me for all his life, when we didn't even speak to each other because of two things: he's one of those video game geeks and I'm at the top of the "high school food chain."

When I was done changing, I looked into the mirror and saw that I chose the absolute perfect hipster outfit: boots that go up to my knees, cut denim shorts, an undershirt with my opened brown collared button up shirt that flowed in the wind, and don't forget my John Lennon glasses! Right outside my window, I heard the school bus honk and that was my queue to get my stuff and go. I picked up my brown leather messenger bag with all of my essentials. I went down the stairs and into the garage. I took the keys for my convertible out and unlocked the door. I put on my brown hat, so the wind wouldn't mess up my perfectly straight hair. I backed up to go down Lemon Grove Ave. Five minutes into my drive, I saw Danny walking on the sidewalk. I could see that it was him from a mile away because of his "wannabe Zack Efron look." He couldn't really pull it off because of his glasses, and he was too stubborn to try on contacts.

I slowed down my car, "Get in," I commanded him.

"I thought that I can't take a ride in your car," He replied.

"Well, since the bus left without you, I feel bad so get in," I commanded once more.

"Fine," He said walking to the car. He decided to sit in the passenger seat of the car.

I started to drive to the school while interrogating him, "How come you don't have a car?"

"I'm not old enough yet. Remember I'm a Sophomore," He said gesturing his hands for me to turn left.

"I forgot, and I know the way!" I said while taking a chance left onto Orange St. He and I didn't say a thing until I parked in the parking lot.

"Remember, this was only a once in a lifetime thing for you," I reminded him while locking the car.

"Got it, bye," He said hurrying to get to his locker on time. I forgot that his locker was in the East Wing. I was so used to parking in the West Wing because my locker is always placed there. I started to walk slowly in the direction of James Adam High. I barely took a step into the school until I was bombarded with guys to carry my stuff.

"Hi Laura, do you want me to carry that fo-"

"Hi Laura, let me take the honor of takin-"

"Let me take tha-"

"No thanks guys, I got it. Maybe next time?" I said politely.

"OK" They all said harmoniously walking away with their heads down. Sometimes I took advantage of them when I didn't really want to carry my bag.

A minute later my BFF Stefany started to walk with me to my locker. We met in elementary school and we stuck together. She was a huge talker then, and she still is now.

"Now we need to think of a theme for your birthday party that's coming up!" She exclaimed without even greeting me with a simple "Hi!" or "Hey!"

"Isn't it a little too early to be planning that thing? My birthday's not until two months," I debated with her.

"This birthday is special! You're turning 18, a legal adult!" She added.

"I don't want a party though. I'm fine with just a simple get together," I said.

"Fine, I'll just plan it myself with Laura, my other considerate BFF," She said ignoring the every word of my last statement. She turned and started to walk to her locker, on the other side of the hallway.

I opened my locker and took my books for my next two classes in the North Wing. The reminding bell rang and I hurried to get my books into my bag. I must have not been paying attention because my books fell onto the floor instead of in my bag. I went down on my knees to pick up my books. A person went down on their knees to help me with my stuff.

"Thanks," I said as I got a textbook from him. I looked into his blue eyes that were so mesmerizing.

"No problem," He said, getting up while giving me his hand. I used it to get up. He looked very handsome with his skinny blue jeans, his white polo shirt that was tight enough to see the outline of his muscles, his black leather jacket that suited his "bad boy" look. I didn't really recognize him

"Are you new here?" I asked him.

"Actually I am, and I'm a little lost," He confessed to me.

"What do ya need?"

"My first class is Honors Bio, do you know where that is?"

"I was headin' there, do you wanna come with me, it's like a two minute walk from here, this school is really big," I explained to him.

"OK, during that time, maybe we can have our introductions," He suggested.

"Sure, I'll start. My name's Laura," I said sticking my hand out for him to shake it.

He took my hand and started to shake it, "My name's Christopher, but everyone calls me Chris,"

"Hi Chris, so where did you come from?" I asked.

"I actually came from a small town in Oklahoma, my family owned a farm there," He explained to me.

"What brings you to California then?"

"My parents passed away a few months back. I was adopted last month and they brought me here,"

"Really? I'm sorry to hear about your parents. If there's anything you need then you can come to me then,"

"Thanks for your concern, but I'm OK for now. I'll let you know if I need anything," We arrived at the door of Mr. Stupin's Honors Bio.

"A little piece of advice before we go in, don't sit in the front, Mr. Stupin's a spitter," I warned him.

"OK, I'll keep that in mind," He said opening the door for me,.

"Thanks," I said as I walked into the classroom. About 90% of the class was seated. There were only three counters left: two in the front and one in the back. I chose carefully and went to the back. Gratefully, no one was seated there. Then Chris started walking down the aisle to my counter.

"I see you're taking my advice," I pointed out.

"Yea, I believe he is a spitter since you told-" He was interrupted by Mr. Stupin.

"Class, I hope you had a good summer, and I hope that you chose your seats well because this is your seating arrangement for this school year. There was a lot of talking back and forth after his comment:

"OMG, I don't wanna be stuck with h..."

" cute girl for the rest of the ye..."

"...I'm with this douchbag fo..."

When I looked up no one was opening their mouths, but I still heard voices. Maybe I'm schizophrenic. I looked over to Chris, and he mouthed something to me. Either I'm a horrible lip reader, or he's horrible at mouthing words. I gave him a confused look, and he whispered, "Lunch?"

I mouthed back to him, "Why not?" Which I thought was very stupid of me to say. I didn't want him to know that I was too carefree.

Mr. Stupin went on about ecosystems and how habitats are important to life or something like that. Usually, I take notes on something like this, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of the clock, wanting to make time go faster. When I thought of having time fly, everything just went faster, and the lunch bell rang. I was in the library in Study Hall. How did I get here? I sat in my chair for a few moments, then I remembered about Chris. I went to my locker in a matter of seconds putting my books back and out in the Courtyard. I sat underneath my tree waiting for Chris.