*Alex's POV*


I woke up by the soft patters of rain on my window seal. Wow so much for it being summer in Australia.


I sat up on my bed and checked the time on my phone. I realised that it was already Monday and I was starting school.


We arrived on Saturday morning, and spent the most of Sunday unpacking boxes and organizing our place. My room was half-complete; there are still some things I would like to buy to furnish it completely.


I moaned as i saw it was 6:30am, also known as getting up time. I threw my hair in a messy bun, and neatly made my bed, knowing it was a top priority for my mum.


After washing my face, having a shower it came to the time where I needed to figure out what to wear on my first day.


This was important; I wanted to make a good first impression on my new teachers and future friends.


I decided to not set my standards too high. I chose my favourite pairs of jeans with white vans and a top, I did my usual makeup, not too heavy.


After that, I went downstairs to find my mum making breakfast and my dad reading the newspaper, our usual morning routine.


“Are you ready for your big day Al?” my dad asks, taking a sip from his mug. I love the way my dad calls me ‘Al’ but he so treats me like a child. I’m eighteen for god’s sake!


“Yep!” i said, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and joining my dad at the table.


“Well, mum is going to have to take you since I have work” he said


“Can’t I just take the bus?” I wined, knowing that my mum dropping me off would not be a pleasant idea.


“Absolutely not!” my mum said handing my dad some bacon and eggs on toast. “The bus is where all the school drug sellers and bad boys go” she said, being her usual over protective self.


I wasn’t even allowed to take the bus back in America, and that’s how most of my friends got to school, and they were normal, non-drug selling people.


“Ok fine” i gave in

“Plus maybe i could walk you into your first class” she exclaimed, giving me an over-excited smile. No way! My mum walking me to class is the perfect example for people to start calling me a mama’s girl and that won’t happen.


“Mum, i love you and all but there is no need to walk me to class, Im 18!” i remind her and my dad, both.


“But i thought it would be nice to-“she starts


“No mum, i can mange that on my own” i said making my tone a little too harsh. “But i guess you can still drop me off?” i offered

“Ok well let me go fix my appearance” she said walking off.

She can’t be serious? She already had her hair shiny and slicked with her makeup perfectly done in every way possible. Why can’t i look like her in the morning?


I looked down at my outfit one more time deciding whether or not, I should cover up my body a bit more. I decide against it, as I see the bright sun shining through the windows. I guess the rain stopped.


The car ride was fine, silent and all, but I was too busy making sure I had all my books and schedule organized. I wonder if I will make friends on my first day? Or if there’s any cute guys? I sure my friend Becca, from back home, would love to know, since she is boy crazy!


“Alexia! Did you hear me?” my mum says, bringing me out of my thoughts.


“Hmm, sorry what?” i ask, snapping my attention to her and not the car window.


“I will pick you up after school, so wait for me there and don’t take the bus or get in any ones car, ok?”


“Yes muuum” i winned. She is just toooooo overprotective now.


We pull up to the high school which i will be at for my senior year and at first it is intimidating. But after saying ‘googbye’ to my mum, it just gets worst.


I walked through the halls to find that most of the girls are either in high heels or short skirts or shorts.


I look at my outfit in comparison to the other girls, and i feel like i am standing out more than usual.


I sigh, and then make my way to my first class making sure i am on time.


I noticed that it is only me and one other boy in the class. I guess I’m not the only one who likes being early.


I sit down next to him, and he introduces himself as ‘Marcel Styles’. We talked about how i moved from Chicago and how he visits his auntie there every so often.


Slowly by slowly the class feels up with more students and we begin.


After my history class, i exchanged ‘goodbyes’ with Marcel and head for Chemistry.


*Luke’s POV*

“Yeah! She was fucking amazing” Michael shared telling us his story from last night.


“Yeah well not as Holly Richardson” Ashton added nodding like a douche.


“What about you luke, who was the lucky girl last night?” Ash asks making the other guys turn around


“ Kayla Wilson” i smirked .


“No fair i wanted to take her!” Calum said


“Too late fellers” i smirked again.


Just as we were talking about girls, i saw an innocent looking girl walking up the halls with her hair tired back and tight jeans, showing her arse off nicely. She was fucking hot!


The boys must have noticed me staring, because one of them spoke up..


“Fuck! Who is that?” Michael smirked


“I don’t know, but i need to get in her pants” i smiled

Notes

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