Liam pov

I approached the school doors and headed to the front office. Out of nowhere, this small-figured girl ran right into me; something distracted her on her phone. “Oh, are you okay?” I asked as she hit the floor, spilling her coffee all over the front of her, sending her phone flying out of her hands and cracking the screen. I helped her up. Her hair was falling around her face. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

Then, I noticed she was the same girl from the woods. I arched my eyebrows and hit the top of my forehead to see that her wound was gone. What happened to it? It was not possible to heal that fast. She was looking at me while I was staring at her. I saw she was checking me out. This made me smile. I held my hand to help her, but she looked at my hand and pushed it away.

“I don't want you to help me. Why are you following me? “She got up on her own, searched for her phone, and ran into the office after asking with such anger. I stood there for a moment, stunned. She was feisty, and I liked her sassiness as I chuckled, making my way to the office. When I entered, I noticed older women looking up from what she was working on. “Ahh, you must be the new student,” she said with a smile. She came over to us. She shook my hand, turned towards the computer, and began typing. She was silent for a moment. “Okay, Liam Knight, here is your schedule, and Mrs. Preston will be back in a moment to take you on a tour. “

“Okay,” I said, grabbing the paper. Have a seat, and welcome to Twin Peaks High,” she said, smiling as she returned to her desk to work again on whatever she was working on. I took a seat on some chairs next to the window, and so many questions swirled around in my head, like, how is it I am seeing this girl again? What happened to her wound? I was very curious about her. She was beautiful but also mysterious.

I sat there waiting until I got a text from Cassie. "How is everything going?" So far, so good. Have a great day, I wrote back. She replied, "See you after school."

When I glanced up from my phone, I noticed the girl had come back and was speaking with the secretary. After a few minutes, she came stomping towards me, looking agitated. “Well, come on,” she said, not even stopping to give me a chance to look up. This girl doesn’t like me, I laughed to myself, but I will win her over just by watching.

We walked down the hall. I had a hard time keeping up. Dang, she is fast. I had a hard time paying attention to what she was showing me. As she talked, this girl had me in a state of mind. Her voice was beautiful. She stopped and abruptly turned around in front of some lockers.

I didn’t realize and ended up running into her, almost knocking her over again, but I could catch her before she fell, pulling her into me and taking in her delicious smell. She smelled like blueberries and vanilla. She looked up at me. I could tell she was blushing, wanting to keep her there longer. She pushed herself away as I hesitated. She cleared her throat nervously. “Well, that is your locker, and your first class is over there, pointing to an open classroom. She walked away. I didn’t want her to leave. " Oh, okay, can I please get your name?” I asked her very nervously.

I mean, I am a trained warrior, ruthless, some might say, but this girl just did something to me in a good way. After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, she finally responded, “Oh, um, my name is Zayla, and I’m Liam. “I said with a satisfied smile, “Dang, I feel like I just hit the jackpot.”

There was a sudden urge to kiss her. I kissed no one before but her. I just wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t want to scare her, so I decided to capture her hand instead. I know gusty, right? This was entirely out of character for me. A young woman at the compound was working to be a soldier, but none of them caught my attention, like Zayla.

There was something special about her. Looking at her exquisite jade eyes, glistening with a fascinating smile, gave me a sense of tranquility.

When I touched her hand, a sudden shock pulsated up my arm. The look of shock on her face told me she felt it as well. As we immediately pulled our hands apart, the need to kiss her was even stronger, but again, I didn’t want to scare her as we were standing there just looking at each other, the bell rang. I guess that means it's time for class.

All the people started filling the surrounding hall while we were still standing there, locked in each other's eyes. A few minutes later, a group of girls came up to us, and one of them began talking. You could tell they didn't like each other. When she heard her voice, her face fell.

“Well, look who it is, Thrifty Store, Judy,” she announced with a sneer. Zayla looked so enraged; I could feel my anger rising as I acknowledged the need to defend her. The blonde girl turned her attention to me. “Hey there, handsome, you must be new here. Let me show you around, she said. My eyes never left Zayla’s.

Not understanding why this girl was treating her like this, she even had the nerve to touch me. They would have taught her some manners if we were at the compound, but I had to remember where I was, and I couldn’t do anything.

“You don’t want to have this ugly-looking misfit around you; she isn’t popular, and her ugly gang of bitches are beneath us, and you would fit in better with us “I was disgusted at this girl, Zayla was not ugly, she needs to look in the mirror to check herself, I moved my arm away, so she was no longer touching me I went to go to jump in to say something I heard a growl coming from Zayla.

My eyes almost bugged out of my head; it also surprised her. She finally looked at me, then turned and ran in the opposite direction. Hearing laughter from the group that had accumulated around us, I looked at this girl with disdain and just said, " I guess I'd better get to class. It was good to meet you, but that would be a lie!!! She giggled. I looked at her in bewilderment, wondering how funny she found it. This girl doesn’t read between the lines.

“You are funny, handsome. “She then took my schedule, and before I could pull it away, she looked down at it. “Well, it looks like we don’t have any classes together,” she said, slightly upset, “but we have lunch together. See you then, stud. “She gave me a sultry grin, flipped her hair, and walked away.