I woke up to blinding slivers of sun that writhed their way through my blinds.
Groaning and disgruntled, I threw off the covers, then looked at the clock, and threw the covers back on.

What's a few more minutes?

But then the shrill shriek of my alarm clock sounded, and I could practically imagine it shaking in midair like a cartoon.

I turned to hit the top it, then yelping as I rolled into my covers like a piece of sushi, and landed on the hard ground with a loud thud.

Rubbing the side of my head and unwrapping myself from my blankets, I made my way over to the bathroom.

Trudging in and tripping on the tile, don't ask how, I started brushing my teeth.

I looked into the mirror as the paste started foaming around my mouth, and studied the crack along the cabinet mirror, from the top right corner to the bottom left.

I spit out the paste and washed my face, not touching any makeup, and picked out an outfit of worn out, brown combat boots, a pair of skinny jeans, and a tshirt that said "Metallica: And Justice for All."

I looked at my long brown hair in my full length mirror, and frowned at the fading red at the ends.

Shrugging my backpack over one shoulder, and stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I made my way downstairs.

I quietly went down, hoping not to be noticed by Mother, but alas, the kind at heart never get their wishes granted.

"Sarai, what are doing? You are going to be late to school. Get out." Mother said, not even looking up from her issue of magazine.

"Good morning to you too," I muttered under my breath, an eyebrow raised to the back of her head.

I grabbed an apple and my jacket, and ran out the door into chilly Autumn air, but slowing to a walking pace as I made my way towards school.

What Mother said was completely wrong. I was actually 20 minutes early; I might as well take it slow.

She was probably cranky just waiting for her precious Maria to wake up from her beauty sleep.

Ew.

I put my earphones in, and looked down at my playlist, not watching where I was walking.

I felt a hand grasp my arm and pull me back, and I gasped in surprise.

Looking up I saw a boy around my age, with lots of tattoos and orange dyed hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking at me strangely.

He was hot.

It was then I realized I had walked into the street, and almost in front of a car at that.

I broke eye contact with him, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

"I-uh... Thank you." I say lamely, flushed and looking at my shoes.

"No problem." He replied in a low, quiet voice.

The rawness of his voice made my shiver, in the best way possible.

I detangled my arm from his grasp, and started my way back to school again.

Who was he?

I had never seen him around before. Well, actually, he looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

As I made my way up the school steps, I could hear different snippets of loud conversations.

"I heard he's back."
"Who?"
"Do you remember that boy from like two years ago, he used to go here? He like, got into a fight or something, so he got expelled and moved away, like, that's what I heard."
"So he moved back."
"Like, apparently."

"What does this new kid look like?"
"Apparently he's got this badass facade."
"Oh, cool."
"Yeah, I hear he's sexy as hell."
"Ooh, damn. I need to see him for myself."

Same here. I didn't even know we were getting a new student.

I dodged my way through the crowded halls, filled with teenagers trying to get to their lockers in hopes to beat the late rush, and hastily arrived, pretty much shoved the entire way.

All I could hear was talk about this new kid, and what we expected.

The thing is, I live in a small town. Everyone knows everyone, and gossip comes like second nature.

So naturally, there were some far fetched stories.

Two girls next to my locker were talking, pretty loud and obnoxious too.

So of course I eavesdropped.

"So, what do you know about this kid." One of the girls asked, let's nickname her Scarlett because of the red lipstick smudged on her teeth.
"Well he's a senior, like us." The other responded. I'm gonna call her Janice because her blonde hair was stacked even higher than the Friends star.
"Ok cool, what else?" Scarlett asked.
"Well," Janice leaned in, smirking. This caught the attention from the passerby's that she was obviously craving, and purposely spoke louder.
"I heard he went to jail because he killed someone."
Scarlett gasped, and a hand flew to her heart. "Really?" She breathed disbelievingly.

Suddenly the hall become very quiet, so quiet you could hear the breathing of the people next to you, when I noticed the hall parting for the boy that saved me from getting run over this morning.

Now it dawned on me where I had recognized him, he used to go here, but he obviously looked different.

Apparently he's got this badass facade.

I guess he's the person everyone was talking about.

My heart started pounding, though, as I saw him nearing my locker, only then did I realize he was making his way over to Scarlett and Janice.

He stood in front of them, his intimidating height only adding to the fear factor of his stern face.

He looked down at Janice who looked as if she was going to pee straight through her cheer skirt, and smirked.

"Hey there, Teala. Been a while hasn't it?"

She nodded shakily.

"Well," he leaned close to her, similar to what she was doing only moments before, and seemed amused at her scared reaction.

He paused for affect, and said to her in a low voice. "I heard that you had gotten hotter." Using the phrasing she had previously used.

She started to smile at this, but it quickly died as he opened his mouth again.

"But people lie."

Everyone's jaw went slack, but I could only widen my eyes at the sight in front of me, trying to hold in my laughter.

He spoke again. "Watch your big mouth, alright?" He hit the locker next to her lightly, not mine, but her other side, and she jumped.

He chuckled. Then backed away from her, pushing off the hand that was still lingering on the locker to her right.

His eyes flickered to mine for a moment, and I was mesmerized by the green in them. They had the hue of freshly cut grass, with flecks of blue and brown in them, sparkling as he looked at me, holding me frozen.

As stalkerish as it sounds, I could stare into them all day, looking trough the kaleidoscope of colors.

"I like your shirt." He commented to me in almost a whisper.

I stared into his eyes. "Thanks, I like yours." I gestured to his Blink-182 shirt and he nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"Thanks," he replied.

Then he looked away, continuing his way down the hall to what seemed to be the main office.

Everyone stared at me, probably wondering, is she new too? Who is she?

But I couldn't care less, I could only watch the receding figure of the boy with the badass facade.

Damn.

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