Chapter 3

Genevieve's POV:

"Can you try to enjoy today?" Putting the car in park once they pulled into the school parking lot.

"Well, I'll try, but I can't make any promises." Offered up a fake smile she reached over and grabbed her stuff from the back seat, kissing Seth in the process.

"Come on, love birds, we're jealous enough" Alyssa Rose, her best friend since middle school, screamed through the open door from the end of the parking lot.

"Hi, Al," Seth shook his head as Genevieve climbed out of the car.

" See you after, okay? Remember, I'm driving." Jokingly scrunched up her face and pointed at him through the window as she closed the door.

"Promise, I won't forget," he always had the best smile. Sadly, watching as he drove away, she went to join her friends on the sidewalk.

"Happy birthday," Alyssa said handing her a gift bag. "Hope you like, made by myself, obviously."

With a sigh, she walked over to the picnic tables and put her stuff down, looking into the bag. Inside was a gorgeous black and red silk dress. Alyssa was gifted at making clothing.

"Oh my gosh, AI, you didn't have to make this," carefully placing the dress into the bag and hugging the girl.

"Hey, I figured you would need something I designed to wear. Plus, I haven't made you anything"

"True. Thank you so much"

Once they headed towards the doors, Genevieve prepared herself to be pelted with happy birthdays and hugs. To keep her promise, she was going to try to enjoy today.

"Gen" Oliver Blackwood, her cousin, called from behind her as she reached her locker. "Do you want me to hold some of those books for you?"

"Yes, thank you, I was getting ready to drop them," handing him the stack of books in order to open the door.

"Why don't you put them in your bag like a normal person?"

"Almost all of my stuff had to come home with me over the weekend to finish projects and research papers. A hundred percent would rather drop a few textbooks than my entire AP English binder. "

"That thing is the size of all three of these together, so I don't blame you. Sounds like a nightmare if you had to put everything back together."

Nodded to him as she pulled out the binder, holding it up in comparison to the books in his hands.

"Oh, imagine that, it's actually bigger" placing the heavy workload in her locker with over half of the contents from her bag.

"So, Mr. Warner asked me to ask if you will help carry the AP European history books to his classroom from the storage room" Oliver stated as she took the books from his hands.

"Sure, can you help me?" Eyes full of hope, shoving her jacket into her locker, slamming the door shut.

"Hmm... no you're on your own," turning around, starting to walk away

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm not mean, I was kidding." Relieved laughter escaped her lips as they began walking down the hall to the storage room.

"Scared me, don't do that"

"Well, better than 'happy birthday' right?" Poked at her, mockingly as he picked up some textbooks from the table in the corner Mr. Warner had stored the books the previous year.

"Wish people would forget about my birthday," Genevieve said as she too began to pick up some books. "Thanks for helping me though."

Halfway across the room, she felt odd, growing light-headed as her vision blurred and the room began to spin. A pressure built on her shoulders as if something was pushing down on her.

"Need you to fight this Genevieve," a soft voice rang in her ears.

Where was the voice coming from? The room was fuzzy and hearing the voice saying the same thing over and over. A voice she recognized only from a dream. All of her thoughts trailed off as she succumbed to the darkness closing in around her vision.

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Saber's POV:

They walked towards the office of their new school to grab their schedules, trying to rid of some anger they had acquired over the last past month.

Saber was leading the perfect life in California. Fun car, fantastic school, perfect job, incredible girlfriend, amazing friends. Now he had none of that and things had to be new, and all at once on his eighteenth birthday. How much can you be excited forward to being legal now?

The first day of school here, and so far, the only thing going his way was his lack of jet lag from the plane ride this morning. Wasn't going to pretend he was looking forward to his first day. Opened the door to the office to get things over with. End of the school year, he was going back to California.

"Hello, you three must be Saber Collins, Theodore Grey, and Davina Miller," the receptionist looking up as they walked through the door.

"How can you tell?" Slightly surprised she knew who they were so easily

"I'm aware who most of the kids are at the school, kind of a small school."

"Need our schedules," Theo, not changing his 'I hate life' attitude, interrupted. "My name's Theo."

"Here you go," side-eyeing the grumpy teenager, she handed them each a folder from across the desk.

"Do you want someone to show you where your classes are, or can you find them yourselves?"

"Oh, we can find them on our own, thanks," Saber politely told the woman, trying to offset Theo's mood. None of the situation was her fault. This was going to be a long day.

"Guess I'll catch you later," mumbling as he walked off in the opposite direction of the pair.

"Yeah," Theo answered. "Find you guys at lunch."

"Bye," Davina was the only one excited about anything today had to offer.

As he made his way down the hall, he realized how much of a small school this must be because almost everyone he walked past glanced at him, knowing he was one of the new kids. Becoming more apparent they were already up to speed on their names. Appeared everyone's conversation was about them.

Figured two things out about the people at this school. None of them had anything better to do than talk about the new kids, and that some girl named Genevieve had the same birthday as him, today.

Can't let him find his first class without someone talking to him. Such a simple thing was still too much to ask.

"Are you Saber, or Theodore?" some guy came up beside him, reaching out to shake his hand.

"I'm Gregory, you can call me Greg," ignoring the guy and his outstretched arm, Saber kept looking at the numbers on each door they passed. Hoped the guy would catch the hint and leave, but yet again, didn't happen.

"Guess you don't talk much."

"Guess you don't shut up," Saber, finally finding his class, walked away.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you around."

Already tired of the people at this school. Don't they have anything better to do than to talk about him and his friends? All he wanted to do was make it through the day, so he could call Sara.

First class was History, judging by the posters on the wall. A few students scattered across the room talking amongst themselves.

"I'm Mr. Warner, and I'll be your AP History teacher," Mr. Warner said as Saber walked into the room. "You must be Saber Collins, am I correct?"

"Sadly, yes,"

"I understand you're not excited about being here, but I'm going to treat you like every other student in this classroom."

"Good, because I don't need a pity party from anyone. Where am I sitting?"

"Well, I don't exactly have a seating chart," Mr. Warner answered. "So, wherever your stuff drops, you can sit."

"Sounds fair to me," Saber threw his stuff in the closest empty seat.

He liked this teacher, had his suspicions most of the others did too, and probably was not going to be any problems in this class. Always liked history.

"Any chance of you pointing me in the direction of the restroom? Long ride from the airport."

"You came straight from the airport?"

"Wasn't going to go home. My parents made me abandon my life, again, to move, so I'm not up to spending the day with them."

"Makes sense," Mr. Warner replied with a shrug. The man obviously responded well to simple logic, so things would probably be easy in this class. "The restroom is down the hall, to the right."

"Thanks."