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                                                    PART ONE

Today is a normal day.

Well, if you ignore the fact that today is my first day in the new high school and I'm almost shitting my pants because of the stress I'm under. I know that juniors are supposed to be pretty cool and relaxed but that just isn't how I am. To make matters worse, I don't know anybody at school because our family moved here only a week ago and during that week I rather stayed in the house and watched Netflix instead of going out and interacting with my new neighbours.

I stretch my arms and legs, slowly coming to the realization that the summer is over. Grumpily, I push myself out of the bed and start dragging myself to the bathroom across the hall.

My reflection almost scares me. Holy crap, I look horrible. Damn it, it will take me forever to look decent. I grab a brush and work my way through the dark nest on my head until it looks decently straight. Then I wash my face and apply mascara to make my blue eyes slightly pop and go to get dressed. By the time I'm done, I'm late. Quickly, I grab my lunch from the counter, put it in my bag and start running to school.

Oh God, I hope I don't get lost. I have the general idea of where it is because my dad showed me the way on some map he found on Google, but with my sense of orientation I could easy end up at some deserted beach where I would get killed by some psycho, even if this is Montana.

Thankfully, after good 5 minutes of running, an old building, which I recognise as my school, starts to show up in front of me. I pick up my pace and soon make it to the parking lot. When I see that there are no people outside I start panicking and quickly walk into the school, looking for the principal's office, where an elderly woman greets me with a big smile on her face. “Hello dear. How may I help you?”

"Hi, my name is Sophia Watson and..."

"Oh, you're the new girl! Of course, come in!« she invites me in, making me smile with relief at her cheerful personality. “Here, this is the map and this it the paper on which you have to circle the courses you wish to take this semester. she tells me and I quickly check the options, deciding that I definitely prefer Biology to Physics.

A few minutes later I'm back in the school hallway with my nose deep in the map, trying to find my math class. I groan to myself when I see that it's on the other side of the school and start to put the map back in my bag.

And then I hit something hard.

"What the fuck?" a deep male voice whispers from above me and I look up to see a pair of green eyes staring angrily down at me.

"I'm sor-..."

"Don't fucking apologize, just watch where you're going." he interrupts me.

I furrow my brows. Who the hell does he think he is? I might be new here, but I sure won't let people talk to me in that way. I give him a fake smile. "Well I was doing something and didn't see you. Maybe you should watch where you're going as well, considering you crashed into me just the same. I hope your ego isn't so big it's blocking your vision. Maybe you should go see a optician in that case. Or a psychologist."

“What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you?” he takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes.

“I'm someone who won't let you talk to her like that, dick. Maybe if you met more people with a spine you might actually have turned out okay. Shame, really.” I push him further and his nostrils flare at my words.

“Watch your words, little bitch. You're obviously new here but let me be kind enough to give you a tip.” he says lowly, slowly cornering me into a wall. “You really, really don't want to get on my bad side.”

I lift my brow. “Or what?”

He smirks the kind of smile that sends shivers down my spine. “Keep up this little attitude of yours and you'll find out.” His jaw clenches and his green eyes slowly seem to turn darker shade of green, almost so you could mistake them for black, and suddenly, I'm not as brave anymore. Who knows what an asshole like him could do to protect his pride?

Lucky for me, I didn't have to find out because in that moment the bell rings.

Oh, sweet mother of Jesus, thank you.

He slowly backs away from me, rage burning in his eyes, but he knows that people will be swarming the halls any moment now.

This is the first time I actually check him out. He is tall. That is my first observation. And he really is tall; probably a foot taller than me. On his head there is an unruly mop of brown locks and a piercing in his brow. His arms and neck are completely covered in tattoos and he looks dangerous; dangerous but hot as hell. I look into his eyes and see that they are still looking at me, observing me, judging me.

"This isn't over yet." he says and a second later the pupils fill the hallways and take him with them.