Chapter 4

Fiona's POV

I turned the corner and was greeted by a beaming smile. My dad was sitting at the dining room table with the newspaper in hand, no doubt reading the Sports section.

"Morning. You ready for your big day?"

I couldn't help but cringe at his words, but he didn't seem to notice as he went back to reading whatever he was previously.

I simply shrugged my shoulders and tried the best I could to not let the nervousness show in my features. Geez Fiona, what the hell is wrong with you?

"I'm ready as I'll ever be. And come on dad, you make it seem like I'm getting married or something," I said playfully, rolling my eyes as I sat on the chair across from him.

"And one question, what are you doing here?"

"You know what I mean. You're usually out by the time I wake up."

He nodded his head knowingly.

"Well, the boss told me that since it's my first day, he'll cut me some slack if I were to come late; and not to mention that I told him a little bit about you and how you were starting school here. So he said that he had no problem in me taking you for the first day."

I made a disgusted face as he said the last part, trying my hardest to not laugh as I noticed his reaction.

"Oh, is the young senior too old to have her daddy take her to school?" he asked in a mocking voice.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I continued my breakfast. Without anything else being said, I allowed my eyes to wander to the backyard.

"Let's get going. Don't want you to be late!"

Maybe it was because it was my last year and senior year seemed to be important for many high school students.

I walked quickly towards the entrance, feeling curious stares bore onto my back as I made my way across the parking lot. I could've sworn I heard many conversations around me dwindle a bit as I walked. Great, now I'm the new talk of the school; but of course I will be. It was freaking October for crying out loud! It's not like it's the middle of the school year or anything, but a lot of time has already passed since the first day and I'm pretty sure this school was close to having it's Homecoming dance pretty soon.

I walked forward, not paying any attention to my surroundings until I felt my body collide with someone else's. The impact was so sudden that I was immediately sent flying backwards and towards the floor. I closed my eyes shut, waiting for my body to collide with the freshly waxed floors, but the sensation never came.

Instead, I felt two large arms wrap themselves around my waist and pull me against a hard chest. I didn't dare to open my eyes as I felt my cheeks blush brightly as I stood in the arms of a complete stranger. It wasn't until the sound of his voice forced me to look up at my savior.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes slowly, tilting my head upward to look at his face. It was pretty hard to see who he was because he was so freaking tall! He must have been around 6'5" or something. I had to strain my neck just to look into his eyes; but I immediately regretted it.

As I stared up at him, I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. He had jet black hair with dark brown eyes that nearly resembled his hair color. His eyes seemed to captivate me and I was pulled into a trance that left me speechless. I opened my mouth a few times, but no words dared to come out. My voice had completely failed me when I needed it the most.

I noticed that he still held onto me, his strong arms holding me protectively against his hard form. Snapping back to reality, I pushed my hands against his chest, relieved to find that he was releasing his hold on me. I brushed my clothes off, trying hard to distract myself so I wouldn't have to look back into those dark orbs; but the urge to look at him once more was tempting me to no end.

Giving in, I looked up and took in his appearance. He really was tall as I expected him to be, and his body seemed to tower over me. He wore a black shirt that clung to his body in all the right places, revealing the delicious muscles that laid underneath. With this he had on dark jeans and black shoes. I actually wondered what his butt looked like with those jeans on. Silly me.

Suddenly, I was brought back to reality from the sound of his husky voice.

"Are you okay?" He repeated. His eyes were filled with concern, and all I could do was nod. My voice was completely failing me and I didn't want to look like an idiot by not responding in some way.

"Are you new here?"

Again I nodded. Damn his sexiness and his effect on me.

He smiled down at me. It was warm and sincere and I couldn't help but smile in return. What the heck was I doing? I was acting like one of those teenage girls in the movies when a hot guy comes up to talk to them. But now I understand why they got so giddy about it; and this guy was way too hot for his own good.

"Looking for the main office?"

I nodded.

"Just continue down the hall and take your first right. You'll be good from there."

I gave him a weak smile as I made my way around him. It wasn't until then that I noticed he had two other guys standing right behind him. How did I not see them to begin with?

A woman sat at the front desk with thin glasses on top of her plump nose. She had reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a simple pink suit with a white blouse underneath. The second I walked in, her eyes met mine and a warm smile spread across her thin lips.

"Well hello, dear. Are you new here?"

I nodded as I smiled weakly at her. I hated being the new kid.

"Well, tell me your name, sweetheart. I'll get you your papers right away so you can get to homeroom on time."

"Fiona Christopher, ma'am."

With a nod of her head, she turned to the computer on her right and typed in my name quickly with her slender fingers. She nodded again and clicked on the mouse, the sound of something printing following after.

She stood up and walked towards the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper before making her way back to her desk.

"Here you go sweetheart. Your locker and combination is written on the bottom. It's not that hard to find your way around the school since we only have one floor. Have a wonderful first day!"

I had to admit, her cheery mood wasn't really helping the fretfulness that was creeping up inside of me as I stood there. I gave her a weak smile and grabbed the paper, skimming through my classes.

I wasn't surprised to see that most, actually all, of my classes were AP (Advanced Placement if anyone didn't know). I know, typical nerd.

I only had six periods, which really wasn't bad seeing as my last school had eight classes. Trust me, it was not that pleasant.