2. This wasn't suppose to happen

So this is the part where I jump out of bed, shut off my alarm, and get ready; reminding myself that this is the most important day of my life because it is a brand new era for myself.

Did I believe that was gonna happen. No. Did I want it to happen. A little, but into to a point. Like I would forget the this is the most important day of my life part. In reality this is the day where you go back, see the cliche groups, meet your favorite teacher, and try out for clubs or sports. Nothing else really happens the first day back. Besides the screaming that every girl seems to do when they see their friend again as if it's been forever.

My eyes were drifting shut once I opened them. Oh I wish I could let them rest for another couple of hours. No one in this world should be waking up at six in morning. Scientist have proven the teenage brain doesn't wake up until ten in the morning. So I came to the conclusion, school hates us and wants us to suffer alongside their grumpy teachers.

I slowly, but surely, rolled out of bed. Actually I just rolled and kept rolling. I don't have a bed yet. I slept on the floor. Not one of my proudest moments.

I walked over to a box and opened it. I could care less what I looked like today so I just grabbed a hoodie that rested on top of everything. I slid it over my head and black skinny jeans I wore to bed. I was exhausted, so I have an excuse.

I walked into the one bathroom that connected off my room. (There were two bedrooms and two bathroom. Allowing me to have my own). My brown hair was a fizzy rat nest, which is why you don't sleep on the floor. Too tired to do anything special, I brushed it out slightly before pulling it up into a simple messy bun. I slid in my contacts (almost stabbing my eye out with my nails I got done yesterday), combed out my eyebrows who were like tiny fuzzy caterpillars, and then I was done. First day of senior year outfit is officially complete. Mental check mark.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I had a couple minutes to spare, so I pulled my laptop onto my lap and went onto Skype.

"Julia!" Rebecca yelled once she answered my call. Her black curly hair was absorbing all the sun. It reflected off her dark brown skin with a little sand mixed onto it. Took me a couple seconds to realize she was on the beach. Tanning even though she was already dark.

"Oh my god. You have no idea how much I've missed you," I cant help but smile along with Rebecca. "How's Italy?"

"It is so beautiful." She exclaims. "You would love it here. The art is wonderful. In fact I got you a little piece and sent it to you."

"Oh my god. Rebecca! You haven't?" I can't help, but feel overly excited. Not like she wouldn't think about me there, we've been inseparable since we were little. The dark ages.

"I have." She brought her computer closer to her. "And holy smokes. European boys."

I chuckled. "Am I gonna get pictures?"

"Hell yeah you are!" She yelled.

I wish I had Rebecca's confidence. Then again she's yelling in Italy. Pretty sure they only have a handful of people who speak English. I could be wrong though.

"Speak in of hot guys," Rebecca continues. "You gotta update me on the new seniors coming in."

"Haha if any." I joke. "East High isn't really the go to school. Everyone goes to North high nowadays."

"Well...you aren't going there anymore." She smiles.

I grin. "Touche."

"Code red. Hottie." She whispers.

"Go." I tell her.

"What? Are you crazy?" She whisper screams.

"Hey. If all goes bad. Say you can't hear." I joke.

"Good idea."

"I always have good ideas."

"Besides the one back in seventh-"

"Don't even go there!"

"Such a classic."

I checked the time on my phone and realizing I'm gonna be late for the bus. Yes I take the bus. Another downside of living with my dad. There's only one car and he works earlier than now.

"I'll talk to you later," I say before shutting my computer close and shoving it into the empty backpack. They only thing I decided I would be best to get out the night prior.

What are some things that could go wrong on the first day of school? Let's see here.

Number one. Embarrassing yourself in front of someone cute. Alright somewhat reasonable.

Number two. Getting food thrown all over you. That one sucks.

Number three. Not making any friends. Eh, try again another time.

Number Four. Watching your bus drive away from you because your bag got stuck on the door handle while running out of the door. Very specific if you ask me.

I watched the big yellow box of screaming teenagers with messed up sleep schedules, drive away. Vanishing from my vision.

Great. This is absolutely fantastic.

Number five. Tripping. Well then, that isn't that bad.

I fell to the ground, face first. Alright this is officially the start of the worst day of my life.

I pulled myself off the ground and brushed off the rocks that stuck to my shirt. I touched my forehead, which was throbbing from you know; face planting, and felt the liquid.

Add it to the lost of problems.

I ran back up into the apartment to only find it lock. To top that one off, I left the keys inside. Ain't this fun. Just to make it worse. A extremely attractive man needs to show up.

"Well isn't it the one and only, Julia Lee." An unfamiliar voice said behind me.

Okay. Now it is the worst day ever.

I turned around slowly, not because I was embarrassed (I was), but because whoever this person was. They knew me.

It was a man. Of course, I could tell by the voice. I guess it could've been a girl with an extremely deep voice.

They were tall and very, very muscular. The dark brown hair was styled upwards, which he rakes his fingers through when I looked. He shoved his hands into the leather men jacket which I suspect to be the football teams. Totally not because of the football with the words East High School Robins Football gave it away. His brown eyes imminently shot up to the blood pouring out of my forehead.

"Oh that shouldn't be happening." He decided to say.

"You haven't noticed?" I glare. First off, it's just rude to point out something like that. Second, who the hell are you? You know me, but from what I recall you aren't from the northside.

"Let me go get some stuff for that." He suggest.

"No. No. No. It's okay," I say because that's what you are suppose to do, but it was too late. He already ran inside.

I crossed my arms, waiting for his return. Trying to think who the heck this person was, but it wasn't coming to me. I don't remember meeting someone like him over the summer.

He came back out with a wet tissue and bandaid. Now I'm gonna be known as the girl with a bandaid on her forehead. Totally going against my don't-draw-attention-to-yourself plan.

"This might sting." He says, before placing the tissue in the cut.

At first I thought it was water. It wasn't. It was rubbing alcohol. The one used for cuts. I understand it killing all chances of infection, but oh my god. It stung bad.

"Thanks." I mumbled once he placed the bandaid on it. The stinging stopped, thank god, but the bleeding didn't from what I could tell.

"Uh, you need a ride?" He asks.

No. I don't even know you. "I can walk."

"It's an hour walk." He smiles, letting me see his perfectly aligned teeth that braces must if had a part of. "I would know."

"I could use the exercise." I smile friendly. "Thanks anyways."

"Come on, it's no bother having me give you a ride." He continues.

"If it was no bother, than you wouldn't care if I walked." I crossed my arms and stared at him.

He followed my action. Crossing his arms and staring at me.

"You aren't gonna stop are you?"

"Nope." He pops the p.

I sigh. "Fine, you can give me a ride."

"Hah. I won." He cheers in excitement. Pulling his keys out of his pocket.

I got into the giant truck. Took all the arm strength I had to pull myself up, but this stranger did it without ease.

The drive there was way better than walking. No matter how hard I wanted to admit that, it was true.

There weren't a lot of conversations, just him blasting some rock band that made my ears bleed. I didn't complain though.

"If you need a ride home after, just meet me here." He says when we pulled into an empty parking lot.

"Thanks...uh again." I say.

He smiled proudly before getting out of the truck. Grabbing his backpack from the back and throwing it over his shoulder.

Still no clue who this guy was.

"Hey Blake!" I heard some dude call to him.

I turned around and saw a dirty blonde hair, blue eyed boy, running up to the guy who gave me a ride.

"Sup Theo!" He slaps Theo on the back.

Theo stopped when he saw me. "Who's this cutie?"

"That's Julia." Blake smiled. I then realized I'm not a very memorable person, only to Blake I am. Then again, I had no idea who

"Julia?" Theo thinks for a bit. "Beautiful name for a hottie."

"Such an original line." I saw sarcastically.

He smiles before walking away from me with Blake.

I could only pick up a few lines from their conversation. "So what did the amazing Blake Hunt do this summer?"

Blake Hunt. Just the name made my heart drop.