Chapter Eight

Grayson

“What do we have next?” Ivan asked playing FIFA on the new PlayStation 5 console we just bought.

“Gym, that’s what we have next” Archer answered sounding quite enthusiastic about it.

“Let’s just skip it, we have much more important stuff to deal with” I spoke out scrolling through my phone.

My friends and I were chilling in our special spot in school which we call the lounge. Ivan’s family owns the school so when he asked his family for a lounge just for us boys his parents agreed because he was also the star basketball athlete of Daleton prep.

“We can’t skip bro, nana’s gonna have our asses if she finds out we skipped another class and then the lounge would be taken away from us” Archer said with a look of horror on his face.

Arch was right about us not being able to skip classes anymore. Nana was Ivan’s grandmother and we all love and adore her. She’s a really fun person but when it comes down to business she gets really strict and we all take her threats very seriously because she doesn’t play around.

“I guess we’re going to gym class then” I groaned in annoyance as i watched archer do a weird happy dance.

“Guys, there’s a new transfer student in school” Ivan said pausing his game to focus on us.

“Who?” Archer asked curiously

“Her name’s Juniper Torres and she just transferred from Spain” he answered with a shrug.

Since Ivan practically owns Daleton prep news around the school never fails to pass us by.

“She was in homeroom today, i’m surprised you guys didn’t see her” he added with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t really paying much attention in class” Archer replied with a shrug as he put on his track suit.

Ivan turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow wanting to hear my excuse but I just rolled my eyes and laid back on the couch.

“The both of you are a handful. C’mon we’re late for gym” Ivan said with a smile dragging us out of the lounge with him as we all walked to the gym.

*****

Juniper

I stepped into the gym in shorts and a pair of white sport bras with a light tank top on and on my feet were adidas trainers. I packed my thick curly hair in a tight updo bun at the top of my head as I joined the other students who sat on the wooden tile floors waiting for our gym teacher to arrive.

Everyone was seated with their friends while some were in groups chatting and laughing as they all waited. I felt a little bit out of place amongst them so I went to the farthest part of the gym and sat alone as I looked around.

The doors opened and three good looking guys walk inside side by side and almost immediately the atmosphere became charged with whispers and star struck murmurs. I couldn’t remove my eyes from them, it felt unreal seeing them up closer and they looked like any other kind of regular person so I wondered what was so dangerous about them.