Chapter 2- Blinded by the Light
When summer nights grew longer, crisper and warm days shortened their time, I enrolled in a school named Hawthorn Academy. My parents had insisted that I was depressed and obviously needed a more open environment, meaning more money for school. I had insisted that I didn’t need a new school, but they said it was either a psychiatrist for all the trauma I had to endure (which they didn’t know half about) or a new school, so I chose the school.
The Hawthorne Academy is exactly the type of school my old school detests. The north side of town is a gated community and every adolescent goes to a private school made just for them to keep them separated from the south side of town. The school is huge and very few people from my school has ever seen it from across the gate. It’s like a college campus, as they’ve described it, where spoiled, rich kids learn while sipping lattes and playing on their Mac Pros.
Why would I agree to such an outrageous ordeal? Number one, I had begun to worry about my friend’s safety, even though I had tried keeping my distance it seemed that wasn’t working. Number two, I couldn’t face the people at my school after Ryan had died. Number three, I really didn’t want to go to a psychiatrist. So I began my sophomore year in Hawthorne Academy.
My first day started out like no other, until 5th period came. It was right before lunch and I could hear my stomach growling and rumbling, demanding lunch. I was so embarrassed, I tried to stifle the groan my stomach gave off in class, but someone had to notice.
“You hungry?” a boy with dirty blonde hair whipped his head towards me as my stomach gave off another moan. I blushed deeply by the boy’s question.
“No,” I lied, trying to muffle the sound with my hand clutching tighter. To my surprise, the boy smiled at me. It wasn’t a smile of pity like most do, usually looking away, but he actually seemed concerned.
“Don’t worry, lunch is really soon. You just need to suffer through Biology to get there.” He winked, then turned around in his seat to face the teacher. I was amazed at how easily he spoke to me, because it seemed that no one had the nerve to do it. I was the odd new girl, the one who looked depressed and had shocked nerves. Who would speak to such a jumpy, paranoid girl? I came to the conclusion this boy must be just simply excited about the new day and is simply chatting away to everyone.
When life biology ended, I quickly scooped up my text books and headed for the door.
“Need any help with that?” a question came from behind me. I closed my eyes and sighed. He obviously wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of.
“No, I’m fine,” I answered curtly. I strode towards the door at a quick pace, trying not to notice the boy who was following like a lost puppy trying to find his home.
“My name’s Jason, by the way.” he said as he kept up with my pace. He continued walking beside me as I remained silent. He decided to fill in the pause. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“You haven’t, I’m new. My name is Jen.” I said quietly. He beamed at my reply, just because I was actually talking to him. Jason’s smile made my heart flutter for some God-awful reason. Why did he decide to torture me now?
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you and welcome to Hawthorne. i know it might be a little intimidating at first, but once you get to know the Academy it’s great. Why don’t I show you around?” he offered. I closed my eyes and shook my head, clutching my text books securely to my chest and having my hair fall over my face.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” I told him. He looked confused, the sky blue of his eyes clouding. What I couldn’t understand is why he wouldn’t just leave me alone.
“Why not?” he asked. His eyes looked sad, something hard to look at. I looked down and shrugged, starting to give into his puppy dog plea. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t simply walk the other way and leave me alone.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt...” I said reluctantly. Jason’s face instantly brightened, like a child receiving candy. His teeth were pearly white and catching the lights in the hallway, making it gleam. I smiled slowly, unable to stop myself. After mentally reprimanding myself, I followed Jason on his tour and walked towards lunch.
Lunch was crowded to the brim with people of every kind, forcing people to eat outside or squish in with others. Goth refugees sat in corners, lighting up cigarettes and not touching their food. Nerds sat in small assorted clusters, like smart, weird, and loud groups. The artsy group sat together, a variety of musically and artistically inclined students. Populars sat in a small crowd with a table to themselves, for no one would dare sit anywhere near them. This happened to be where Jason was taking me to sit down.
“Hey man!” Jason high-fived a large jock, who was measuring at least six six, at the table. He loomed over Jason, who was around six feet tall and definitely me, I was five seven. Girls in short shorts and tight shirts that exposed their midriff greeted Jason in the same manner, except a bit more flirty.
“Who’s your girlfriend?” a short girl with blonde hair and a pixie cut asked. She had olive green eyes that had a spark of interest. The girl was beyond beautiful, even more gorgeous than Sara, my old friend. Her remark didn’t even bother me as much as it should have, even though Jason’s face was going beet red.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he said defensively. “Her name is Jen.”
“Well I wouldn’t be all too surprised if you did find a new girlfriend on the first day back to school.” she said, making Jason’s face reach an even darker shade of red, if that was even possible. This time I blushed as well.
A few girls at the table turned to welcome me with smiles and offers to show me around. Most of the boys at the table flirted, to my intense surprise, showing off their muscles. I sat quietly giving responses when needed and feeling totally out of place. I couldn’t understand why I was here and why they accepted me so quickly as one of their own; but I knew I couldn’t get used to it. They would have to leave me some way or another.
When lunch ended I took a deep breath, ready to complete my few ending periods. That’s not exactly what happened, though.
“Jen, what’s your next class?” Jason asked curiously. “I’d love to show you around more.” He gave me a smile that would melt hearts, but not mine. It was made of solid ice.
“Thanks but no thanks.” I replied rudely. Anything for him to just leave me alone.
“Aw, come on. You can skip your Music History class, right?” he asked with his electric blue eyes piercing through me. They seemed to change so much, and it bothered me that his eyes were only focussed on me. Is it so hard to just leave a girl alone?
I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized what he had asked.
“How the hell do you know I have Music History next.” I said, unnerved. He just shrugged.
“We have the same schedule.” he said. This could have easily been said as a question or statement. Stalker much? I exhaled, irritated.
“It’s my favorite class.” I lied. It seemed I was doing that a lot around Jason and I had just met him. But what harm could it do when I was trying to save him?
“So you’ll have it tomorrow. Trust me, you won’t miss anything on your first day.” Jason said this slowly, so I could think over my response. Although I already knew mine and so did he.
“I’m going to class, so if you want to ditch go right on ahead. I’m not stopping you.” I said and walked off towards my locker. This time Jason didn’t follow.
(strange, I know) and then, he switches after the lunch scene to this mature guy who is urging her to skip class so he can be with her. I'm not sure I like the change too much 
Either keep him sweet or mysterious. You can't have both, at least, not in that extreme cases like that.
Interesting story here- There looks like there is a lot more behind it than meets the eye 
. I read all your chapters! 
It keeps me wanting more 
I look forward to reading more of this story.