Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sunday came and went. I unpacked my stuff, arranged my room, put my personal effects away, and read a bit, although it was some of the old books I've read before I promised, I promised to put in an effort so I will.

Plain white shirts with the option of long or short sleeves tucked into navy blue and black short plaid skirts, white thigh high socks, and polished black shoes, that is the official school uniform of Lake view high school according to the student handbook,

Oh, and there's a tie!!, though that is optional 'thank God'

I've been awake since four am. I've bathed, brushed my teeth, pressed my uniform, and have been sitting on my bed in my robe reading this book, it is very boring by the way. Check this out:

'All students are to report to the auditorium by eight every day for a mandatory assembly'

what happened to just resuming school and going straight to class

Uhhh I miss public school...I miss my school, I miss... NO.

The sun's waking up and judging from the quiet movement around the house so is everyone

picking myself up from the bed I put on the uniform then I go and stand in front of the mirror

Let's figure out what we'll do with our hair. According to the handbook as long as I don't dye my hair any weird color like pink or neon green and I keep the accessories to a minimum I shouldn't get into any trouble

Accessorising is not my style anyway. I brush it all out and then pack it into a bun at the top of my head, the mirror on the white make up vanity table reflects my image, the white short-sleeved shirt is buttoned almost to the top leaving two buttons undone, the skirt sits mid-thigh and the socks stop almost at the hem of the skirt leaving half an inch or one inch of thigh showing

If I were asked I would have said a man designed these uniforms. It looks like an outfit you see in a Porn video

....classy...

Stepping into the kitchen with my backpack in my hand I see uncle David seated at the kitchen counter, a plate of sausage and eggs in front of him, a newspaper in his hands covering his face, and aunt Loren at the stove

"Good morning dear," aunt Loren says as I enter placing a plate in front of a stool and signaling with her head for me to sit

"Good morning," I say as I sit at the counter and drop my Backpack on the floor "where's Ty?"

"Late as usual" uncle David said putting his newspaper away. "now I don't know what makes him later, combing the hair on his head or the nonexistent one he has on his face" he continued while digging into his food and trying to avoid the table cloth Aunt Loren swings at him

"My hair is very much existent dad," Tyler says striding into the room and taking a false jab at his father who pretends to block and steal a sausage off his plate "on my hair and my face"

"Mother" Tyler kissed his mom's cheek over the counter "Sky, you ready for your first day at a new school?" Uncle David turned towards me giving me his full attention. He looked distinguished for his age and his eyes reflected a wealth of experience and lots of wisdom. Uncle David worked as a consultant for different NBA teams which pays a whole lot, I think he coaches Ty's Basketball team for fun.

I was about to give a response but Tyler beat me to it "No one is ever ready for their first day at a new anything Dad, but I'll be with you every step of the way" he ends his short speech turning in my direction

Ty bids his family farewell picks up my bag that is leaning against my stool and leads me outside

"Nice ride" I admire his sleek black Mercedes C-Class

He opens the passenger door for me "thanks"

He gets into the driver's seat "it was a birthday present from dad" he says driving out of the yard " Mom blew a gasket when she saw it, said it was too much" he said laughing

"Isn't it kind of a lot for a high school kid?" I said playfully punching his arm

Giving me a coy smile " it's not and you'll see"

And man did I see

The parking lot of Lakeview high was massive with a variety of luxury cars ranging from g-wagons to Porsches to escalade, some power bikes were parked in their bike racks, no bicycles at this school

We met up with some of Ty's friends at the entrance of the school. I remember some of them

Ace's POV

I have thought of nothing else but sky blue eyes that stand out on skin like milk and blond tresses all through Sunday. Thick blonde curls whipped around her face like wildfire.

Looking at her from across the parking lot her hair packed on top of her head, elegant neck standing out of the plain white shirt. Sky was what the french called petite, she was a dainty woman and from the way the uniform was pressed up again her form was curvaceous.

Pushing my hands through my hair my eyes track her around the parking lot as the guys flock around her like flies vying for her attention and she doesn't see it she's oblivious to all the attention she's getting from the guys and the look of envy she's getting from all the girls. This girl was beautiful and she didn't even see it. That feeling is back again, something is heating up in my chest and it's spreading I'm supposed to be there right now and not leaning on my bike on the other end of the parking lot watching some unsuspecting girl like some creep but I cannot get my feet to move

I feel like if I look away for even one second I'd miss something and I want to take in everything that is Sky Baker breathe in everything she is, why? I don't know yet but I can't wait to figure it out.