new kid, oh boy. His name is Jace. I'd seen him in a couple of my
other classes and in the hallways. Typical new kid stuff I guess,
except for the fact that this kid is like a movie star hottie.
Seriously! I had actually seen Becky Weimar hit herself in the
face with a kid's locker trying to follow Jace down the hallway
grin, trying to control my laughter, as I search my bag for my
notebook. Meanwhile I hear Mr. Hernandez introduce Jace to the
classroom. I have him in five of my classes. Joy. I don't hate
him or anything but the girls stalking him are kind of getting
annoying. They always interrupt the teacher and it seems to piss
Jace off. Which I don't understand in any way
Finally, I find
my notebook. I place it on my lab table just in time to catch a
glance of eyes staring me down. I stop and stare. The new kid.
My table. My lab partner? Why is he staring at me that
way? His eyes are a cold gray yet mixed with a blue that is
just hypnotizing. I stare back. Unable to speak, unable to
blink and try to regain focus. My concentration focuses on Mr.
Hernandez in the front of the classroom. Every single kid in the
class staring at me.
blink once more.
you'd have done fine with Mr. Pearson as your new lab partner.
But I shall warn you, I seated him with you because I thought you
were above getting googly eyed all over a boy, but if you are
having problems I guess I'll move him…." Mr. Hernandez
"No, I'm sorry,
I was distracted." I murmur, earning giggles from the girls in my
class. "It won't happen again." I shift uncomfortably, away from
my new lab partner.
"Very well, we
shall begin class then!" Mr. Hernandez turns toward the
chalkboard and begins his lecture. Meanwhile, I glue my eyes down
to my notebook. In the corner of my eye, I can see him. Silky
blonde hair covers his eyes but he sweeps it to the side to see
every once in a while I'm sure. Sharp angular features in the
face. His leather jacket hides away any physical features but
he's way taller than me by far. Part of that makes my stomach
"….Now I want
you and your partners to come up with a project. Something
pertaining to science I beg of you!" I hear Mr. Hernandez say.
"My science team is having a competition and I cannot assign you
a correct project but I do want my students doing projects. So
today, you and your partners will discuss what you will prepare
to do together over the next two weekends and come present your
ideas to me for approval." Mr. Hernandez pauses and glances at me
for a split second then says, "Begin!" Already understanding the
message, I get up and follow him to his
Look, I know you are a bright student, quiet and reserved but you
are very smart. Mr. Pearson is new here and I would just like you
to take a few minutes to try to get to know him a little better.
He doesn't have many friends and I'm sure it would mean a lot to
him to find a normal girl in this school who doesn't compete for
the new kid's attention." He glances behind me and I follow his
gaze. Back at my table Jace is talking to Jordan. A boy,
shockingly, but then Jordan and Jace focus their attention on the
table next to ours. There sits Katie and Miranda, fawning all
over both of them of course. I turn back to Mr. Hernandez. "Just
try to be a friend okay?"
why don't you just seat him somewhere else then?" I ask
nervously. I am NOT good at making friends. Hence why I have
"No, no, no,
I'm sure you and Jace will make great lab buddies. Both of you
are good in this subject. Just take it easy on him, okay? He's
had a rough time in school in the past few years; maybe we can
help him out a bit."
I mumble. Already feeling my face go white I make my way back to
my stool. I fumble a little as I pull out my chair and nearly
fall out of it as I sit but I still can't feel a
friend? How the heck do I do that? I've kept people out of my
life for a reason and now I have to befriend some guy that a
thousand other girls would rather
Slowly I inhale
a deep breath.
"Are you okay?"
I hear a voice ask. I turn my head slightly, feeling like a ton.
Jordan's face stares back at me from across the
"Yes." I say
quietly and look away again. Jordan is another guy all the girls
think is cute. I always hear them talking about him in the locker
room after P.E. Of course Jordan has the same silky hair just way
more…blonde. His brown eyes are dark and mysterious to me
as always. Other girls, as they've said, find them "cute and
sexy". I do not see how they can think of them as "cute and sexy"
at the same time but hey, whatever floats their
"I'll see you
after class dude." Jordan says, and leaves, sadly. Now it's just
me and Jace. The new guy and the antisocial girl…. For the first
five minutes Jace and I just sit there and say nothing. Slowly I
reach for my notebook.
"Your hand is
shaking." Jace states, sounding
"Uh, yeah. What
do you want to do the project on?" I squeak. Crap. What happened
to becoming a friend first?!
"Um, I don't
know. What would you want to do it on?" he says stiffly, not into
it at all. He's asking me what I
"Uh, I- I don't
know…." I stutter. "What would seem like fun, I
"Um, why don't
we do something very simple…" he frowns. His face contorting with
impatient effort. I swivel in my stool to face
"Like what?" I
ask with lowered eyes, not really meeting
"Why don't we
make something explode or something?" he says. "Like we can just
get a lot of mentos and some two liter cokes and explain or
demonstrate the reaction both of them have
"Where would we
do this?" My eyes snap up in panic. There is no way this can
happen at my place.
His eyes grow sharp as he looks at me like I'm a
doesn't allow student operated experiments take place in his
classroom. Despite the large majority of his classes that
disagree with his teaching and experiment rules, he won't allow
anyone to conduct their own experiment in his classroom except
himself." I say quickly, my cheeks
I glance at
Jace through my bangs and his eyebrows come together but his eyes
are wide. Typical look people get when they're classified as
"Okay…?!" Jace says impatiently. He
swivels himself to face the front of the
I sit there,
stunned that I can actually talk that fast. Usually I stutter
under the anxiety of actually talking to someone. I never
have contact with anyone. Physical especially. I squirm a little
in my seat, feeling the large bruise on my stomach from
"Okay you know
what, let's just do the research. We don't need to do the
experiment because we both know that if you put both of the two
together it explodes." He states, glancing at me through the
corner of his eye.
requires proof that the lab partners go through with the
experiment together or he deducts
taken enough of me, Jace glares at
Shadowed by his
hair, his eyes seep right through my bangs and catch me off
guard. His eyes blaze over with something dark and angry. A flash
image of his face burns itself in the back of my mind and sends
goose bumps all along my skin.
something wrong with this guy.
Fear stirs in me and
nails me to the spot even though I feel like I should be running
away from him. Chills run down my spine as I stay completely
still knowing he is still looking at me. My heart feels like its
pounding its way out of my chest. My blood boils beneath my
wrong with this guy? Why is he so….terrifying? God, if you love
me at all, please make him stop, whatever he's
My breathing is
quick and ragged when Jace finally just looks away. Shaking his
head, he tears a paper out of my notebook and scribbles on it. I
glance at the clock, hoping I can just go home and away from him.
He is definitely not going to be a
The bell rings,
immediately I grab my notebook and binders, shoving it into my
back pack. Right when I am about to brush past him as quickly as
possible and run home, his arm snaps out in front of me. I flinch
but manage to keep from screaming. In his hand is a piece of
paper. Slowly I reach for it, my hand shaking noticeably but he
doesn't point it out this time. Taking the paper, he stands, his
chest right in front of my face. I can even smell him. My entire
body goes rigid with his scent.
five." He says, his voice low. Grabbing his backpack off his
chair, he walks to Jordan's table. I look down and read an
address. All color drains from my face as I notice my street name
and number only the last two digits are different. But he still
lived close to me.... As if my father weren't enough for me to
fear. I try to ignore it, but when I look up my eyes catch his as
he walks out the door leaving me to fear