C1 One

I was waiting quietly outside my new high school. A cold, hard gust of November's wind struck me in the face, and my cheeks turned crimson. I noticed the students coming in the doorways and talking away. The school was very big. In reality, there was a big underestimate. It's been ginormous.

Before taking a deep breath and stepping in, I paused at the door. I was going to be a new girl, a sad girl. I didn't have any friends since I left them all in New Zealand. I wasn't used to the harsh weather of Alaska. I didn't like it at all. I decided to go back home to my beach house and soak in the salt water with my surfboard floating beside me. I needed the sensation of sand between my toes and the sound of waves smashing against the cliffs.

I decided to go back to my dad in particular.

My parents were divorced right in the middle of the school year. But instead of living in a good, warm country, my mom and I were forced to travel all the way to the other side of the country.

I mean, I loved my mom and all, but she's always been busy working late at night, and she's never been home. It's like living on my own.

"Move," I was knocked to the left when a kid pushed by me to kindergarten. I was going to punch him, but it wasn't the right idea.

I finally got to school and followed the paper map in my hand to the office. The ceilings were over me, and the kids were crawling up the stairs. I heard the bell toll, and all of a sudden the corridors were empty and dark. I entered the doors of the office.

"Hello?" I replied, as I walked in. The walls were lined with red couches and a lady was seated behind the desk.

"Hi, how may I help you?" she asked.

"Uh, I'm new here. I was just wondering where my classes were..."

She hopped up from behind her desk and smiled a lot. I saw the grey hair popping out of her bun.

"Oh! Here, I'll show you!" I followed the over-excited woman out of the room.

She spoke about the halls and all the teachers and the school activities before we entered the classroom at the end of a long corridor. The plaque outside of the door read 'Mrs. Keller's.

She grinned as she opened the door, and I followed her inside. Immediately, all the students' heads shook at me with interest. I just looked at the teacher, ignoring both of them.

"Attention class, this here is..." she looked at me questioningly.

"Hailey." I responded.

"Ah, yes! This is Hailey! She will be a new student and is joining your class. Please let her feel welcome." Then she smiled, patted my back and left.

I glanced back and at the instructor at last.

They all glared at me until I was seated in my seat. I hated education, I really hated school. I really haven't got the point. I've always missed classes at my old school to do random activities. Oh, there were a lot of arrests, so I didn't notice. If living your life means having to get into trouble, then heck, yeah.

I leaned back, resting my legs on the desk next to me. I was zoned out when the instructor started to talk about some kind of war. It was going to be a busy day.

Suddenly, I was broken out of my head by opening the gates. A kid came in there. Immediately seeing that he was looking pretty fine, I shook my head and sunk back to my seat.

He had dark hair that looked lighter than clouds with tufts caught in a messy yet sexy way. His brown eyes held secrets to them, and when he glanced around the class, they suddenly settled on mine.

"Mr. Frost, why are you late?" asked the coach. His eyes were staring over at her.

"I'm sorry Mary," he said, calling her in her first name. "I was busy."

"Busy with what I may ask?"

"You're better off not knowing." And then he winked at her. Ok, I rolled my eyes.

"Sit down." she growled, and then returned to her speech about people's dead past.

I stepped out again and started messaging on my phone in my lap.

Derick: I'm missing you, Hailey. :(

Hailey: I miss you, too, G. Maybe you will come and see me this summer!

Derick: I doubt it. My parents are dreaming about a holiday to Europe. You would be able to come with us. Oh, Lol

Hailey: I wish, but remind your parents that I miss them as well. Yeah, Miss you! Xoxo's

Derick: Well, I'm going to babysit the neighbors again. Miss you too:)

I switched my phone off and immediately realized that the boy who was late was staring at me. He took the desk with my legs on it, and he smirked.

"Texting your boyfriend?" he replied.

"Nope. I'm texting your mom."

He lifted his eyebrows, then widened his grin. "You should watch your tongue missy."

"And is that a choice for you to make?" I snapped back.

He smiled and sat back in his chair. "I'm Ethan."

I was looking back at him. "Hailey."

"Hm..." he said to him.

"What does that mean?"

He stared at me. "What does what mean?"

I chuckled gently. "What does 'hm' mean?"

"It just means that there aren't many people I know named Hailey. Actually, there are none."

I switched to face the class front. "There's a first for everything."

He wasn't talking to me for the remainder of the semester, and I wasn't talking to him. I caught him glancing over a couple of times, but I behaved as if I was engrossed in the conversation that Mrs. Keller had with the history book.

It's been a day in a blur. Ethan was with me in two other schools. He was pretty much the only guy I've ever met at this school.

I used to strike back in New Zealand. Like a sort of fight boxing. It was fun, and I certainly got better every day, so I wanted to go to a nearby gym near my house to join me.

I thought I was going to jog because it was just a mile and a half away. The landscape was pretty, I suppose, but in the evening I really skipped my normal run along the sand. I didn't have a way to go in the morning. If you had to wake me up by 9:00 a.m., there will be hell to pay.

I eventually got to the old warehouse. The walls were foggy, and the bricks were dark brown-red. I stepped out of the steel doors and looked about.

All I could see was the guys. They're all different shapes. Big, short, stocky, slim, imposing, weak. As I walked past them to the back of the warehouse, both of them turned their heads and stopped what they were doing.

Silently, I put my head down and walked by them, praying that neither of them would speak to me. Unfortunately, one of them came up and barred my way.

"What're you doing here?" he asked. His tall frame made me look up in his dark gray eyes. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't hot either. The muscles that appeared to be the mountains bulged out of his arms.

"Training" I said in a 'duh' accent, trying to side with him, but he just barred my path again.

"Girls aren't allowed," he looked at me head to toe shamelessly, "especially weak ones."

That was it, man. I smoked with rage, and with all my might, I punched his jaw. His head shot back sharply and blood ran out of his lip. I kneeled him in the groin, and he collapsed to the floor, gasping and covering himself in agony.

"Don't call me weak you fucking moron." Then I walked by him to the empty punching bag in the back corner.

Nobody dared to speak to me about it.