I love this song, it just puts me in a good mood. Let me know what you all think.

Chapter 1 | It's Called Asserting Dominance 

The first day of the rest of your life.

This phrase can be used for so many situations, your wedding, graduation, the first time you watch Game of Thrones, or in this case the first day of Senior year.

This year sets up the entire rest of my life, what I do will affect my whole life. Let's just hope I don't massively screw it up -- as per usual.

-:-

"What do you mean you're not in any of my classes?" Isabella yells, ripping my schedule out of my hand.

"I got moved into AP classes, remember? I enrolled last year; I have enough high school credits so it would be pointless to just get more when I could get my college credits now. Plus I have fewer classes now." I snatch my schedule from out of her hands and shove it into my bag. "At least we have lunch together right?"

"Fine. Positive side right?"

"Right. Now, let's get to lunch." I say smiling. "I'm starved."

We walk into the lunch room and I take a look around. It's only the first day of school and everyone has already seemed to have formed their own groups, popular kids here, nerds and geeks there, etcetera, etcetera. You get the gist.

Bella and I sit down at our usual table with our friend Abigail Carideo waiting for us there.

"Hey, babes, what's up?" She cheered.

"Hey, Abby. Oh my god, you have to feel my legs. They are so soft!" Isabella says stretching out her leg for Katie to feel.

I know, I know it may seem weird but don't pretend you haven't done it before.

"Oh my god! They're so soft. I was not expecting that!" Abagail says.

"I know right, I thought the same thing!" I add in. "What did you use?"

"A good magician never reveals her secrets," Isabella says in a maniacal voice.

We continue to laugh and eat, telling stories about our summer. Bella went to Italy and France, and Abby went to a summer college program in Baltimore. I went to my bedroom, the living room and, on a good day, the kitchen. So you know, the usual. I spent the whole summer eating Nutella, watching Netflix and babysitting neighbors' kids.

"Hey, can you guys come with me? I have to get a couple things out of my locker before class but I don't want to leave you guys just yet." Bella pleads.

"Sure!" I say getting up.

Weirdly I'm in a sort of happy mood today. I've got an unusual amount of pep in my step compared to my amount. It's like someone just told me school was canceled for a week. If only it were true.

"I'll talk to you guys later, I need to grab my textbook. I'll see you later." I smile and begin my short walk down the hall. Once I reach my locker, I swiftly put the combination in.

37-27-19

As soon as it opens, I grab my books and the bell rings.

Damn, my class is on the other end of the school. I'm gonna be late!

I quickly close my locker and start racing down the hall, lots of "pardons" and "excuse me" being exchanged along the way. I finally get to the hallway my class is in when somebody steps on my foot, tripping me and causing all of my books to go flying. And just to top it off, on my way down, I bump into someone else and down they tumble too.

I mumble a quick sorry to them and rush to collect my books off the floor. Then I reach for my AP English textbook at the same time as someone else causing us to both look up and bump heads.

"Ow!" I rub my now sore forehead hoping a bump doesn't form.

"Maybe you shouldn't be grabbing other people's textbooks then." The male voice mutters.

"Maybe you shouldn't be so rude and assume I was grabbing your textbook," I respond.

I look up ready to meet the cause of my concussion and am shocked by the face that I see.

Elijah Peral.

He is the most well-liked guy of Greengrove High. He's a charming guy with a bad-boy reputation, good looks and a British accent to top it off.

Dreamy huh; ugh gag me.

He's a player. Every girl at the school has slept with him or wants to sleep with him and yet nobody knows anything about him. He came to the school last year as a Junior. He's the most popular and rumored to be the richest at the school along with the most influence so that pretty much lets him get away with everything. He's a king at this school and nobody questions the King.

Before he can see me I grab the other textbook and dash into class. Hopefully, he wasn't paying attention. Hopefully, he'll forget...

Nobody crosses him. The last person who tried to fight him lost... badly. I would imagine its social suicide.

After my breathing returns to normal, I look around the classroom to really take it in. The room isn't too big. Next to the door is the teacher's desk and behind it is a big chalkboard. The teacher's desk is cluttered regardless of it only being the first day. The entire wall to my right is just bookcases filled with various books, the only thing that seems to be organized in this class. I begin to look at the desks; they are single seaters with pull out chairs but they're paired up in twos. Guess this teacher likes to use partners. The wall to my left is filled with posters but the area itself is left untouched, a clear path to the door I suppose.

I make my way to an empty seat and settle down while the teacher begins to speak.

"Ok class, welcome to sixth period AP English. In your textbooks, there should be a number next to your name, that number corresponds to a seat in your class. These seats will be yours for at least the rest of the semester and maybe even the year."

Everyone in the class groans, including me. Do teachers really think that assigned seats make you teach better? How ignorant, we're a bunch of highschoolers it won't work. If we don't want to work, we won't. Simple as that.

"Stop your moaning and groaning and just do it. Everyone line up near the posters then get settled in."

I open up my book and look for my number but there's a problem. My name isn't the one on here, it's Elijah's.

Ha! I was right! I knew that textbook was mine!

Wait, I have the wrong textbook. Shoot!

I'm about to raise my hand when a very familiar face comes into the room, he looks around and finds one of his friends. He strolls over to him and proceeds to talk to them.

The teacher clears his throat, capturing the attention of everyone in the class except for the one it's directed at. "Mr.Peral, care to explain why you are ten minutes late to class?"

Elijah turns on his heels to face the teacher, "I'm sorry professor but I had gotten an urgent call." He answers, winking cockily and emphasizing the word 'urgent'.

The teacher seems hesitant at first but eventually sighs, probably having gotten the same excuse before., "Alright, but don't let it happen again." The teacher turns back around to his papers on the desk as everyone takes their seats.

Elijah and I are the only ones left standing and only one pair of desks remains. Good news, I know where I have to sit, bad news I have to sit next to him. This is officially the worst first day of school ever.

I quickly move towards my seat and sit on the left. I look across the room and see Elijah has moved on from his friend and is instead chatting it up with a girl by the pencil sharpener.

"Mr. Peral," The teacher begins to say. You can practically see the annoyance in his gaze.

Elijah turns on his heel, "Yes?" His tone indicating he's annoyed at the teacher for interrupting.

"Please take your seat so that we can begin." The teacher shoots him a harsh glare before turning back to his papers once again.

Elijah looks around the class and notices the empty seat next to me, the only empty one left. A smirk begins to form on his face and he starts to make his way over to me. He quickly takes a seat and gives me a once over.

'Great,' I think to myself. 'Just great.'

"If that look on your face is anything to go by, you don't seem to like me very much," he stated.

"Oh look, he can tell the obvious," I mutter. I turn to face the board and try to listen to the teacher but I can feel him looking at me. "Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry but what did I do to you?" He turns his back to the teacher, instead leaning on the desk to face me.

"I'm sorry, I can't really continue this conversation."

He chuckles, seemingly amused 

"Well, I was told earlier today to watch where I'm going and I really don't see this conversation going anywhere." I give him a small smile, "Oh, and I'll be taking be this back, seems our books were somehow mixed up." I swiftly turn to face the teacher, satisfied with myself.

Alora 1 - Elijah 0

"Alright, I can tell when I'm not wanted," he says, still a little too amused by this conversation.

I open my mouth to reply to him when the teacher, Mr. Albizio, speaks up, "Would you two like to share what you're talking about with the class?"

"No sir," I exclaim, glancing at Elijah. I focus back on the teacher for a few more minutes until interrupted again.

"Would it help if I said sorry?"

I ignore him and scribble down the notes the teacher is writing on the board.

"I had no idea you were a girl. I would have acted completely different, that wasn't me."

"What difference would it have made if you knew I was a girl. That was rude regardless of gender or anything." I argue.

"My mother raised me to respect women. That's the difference."

"So what's the reason for being so rude to guys."

"High school."

"High school?" I question.

"It's called asserting dominance."

I roll my eyes and laugh, "Yeah cause that makes so much sen--". Before I can continue my sentence the teacher interrupts once more, cutting our conversation short.

"Excuse me but this is class time. You two can continue this discussion during detention today after school."

My jaw drops. I've never gotten detention before, nevertheless on the first day of school! What am I going to tell my parents?

"My parents are going to kill me."

"I'm sure it won't be that bad," Elijah says.

"No, you're not allowed to talk, This is your fault," I yell out in a whisper, not wanting to attract even more attention to myself.

"Can I at least get your name before I'm condemned to this silence?"

I sigh knowing he won't give up. "Alora."

"Well then, hello Alora, I'm Elijah Peral."

I look at him and roll my eyes, giving my attention back to the front of the class.

"Sadly," I whisper under my breath.