• Chapter One
    The New Guy



    Genevieve sat on the rock wall that surrounded the parameter of the school. She stared down at all of her classmates. She heard the various whispers from the girls about how much of a whore she was and the guys whispering, wondering how good in bed she was.

    "Idiots, all of them," she said to herself. The wind blew and blew her long hair behind her. It was then she saw him. A young man, maybe a year older than she was. He was leaing against a tree just a few yards away from the wall she was perched upon.

    'Who is he?' she thought to herself. He was just standing there, staring at her. She didn't recognize him, so he had to have been new. But who in the world was he?

    Jus then the bell rang for first period. She glanced at the clock on the school wall then back at the tree where the boy was. Only, he was gone.

    Her heart was racing. Why had he just stared at her like that? She gracefully jumped off the wall and landed on her feet. She smirked at the girls who then threw her dirty looks and walked to her first period. She smiled when she smelled the familiar scent of paint and oil pasteles. She turned and walked into the art room, only to stop dead in her tracks.

    "You have got to be kidding me," she groaned to herself.

    There he was, sitting cool as a cucumber at her table. She stomped over there and slammed her bag down. he jumped and looked at her.

    "Can I help you?" he asked, like she had done something wrong.

    "You're sitting at my table," she said flatly.

    He looked around and said, "I hadn't realized there was assigned seating. You are welcome to join me in the seat next to me if you like."

    'What a wiseass,' she thoguht to herself. Just then, she had a flashback of gradeschool.

    ~To Be Continued~