1 Back To School

I walk off the bus and enter the main building. I walk into the office and tell the lady that I am new. She asks for my name and then she hands me my schedule. "Hurry now," she tells me, "you don't wanna be late your first day, do you?" I shake my head and hurry to my locker. I open my locker and slam my things in it. I walk into my first class, without any materials, and try to sit in the back. Mrs. Strickland looks at me, with a disapproving look, and says, "I would like to introduce our new student, Eliza. Eliza Underwood. Would you stand up and introduce yourself?" I let the question sit in the air. She looks at me impatiently and taps her foot. I roll my eyes and stand up. "I am Eliza Underwood. I am a really sarcastic person. I love art." I sit back down and look out of a window. Everyone, quietly, mumbled and stared. Today is going to be a good day...

I push my glasses up and act like I am reading my history book. I am now in third and I already wanna move again. The only person to talk to me was Jacob Smith. He's a senior and he's in almost every one of my classes. He looks really suspicious and I don't like him. I guess I will just have to deal with him. He is really tall and has grey eyes. He has brown hair and he's really cute. Again, I don't like him. I need to get some background info on him first, then I will make up my mind about him. I try to pay attention to my teacher but his voice just dulls me to sleep. I look at Jacob and notice that he's staring at me. What would a guy like him want with a girl like me? I don't know, but I am gonna find out.

Well, my day has been a good one alright. The football players tripped me at lunch. I sat alone most of the day. I cried in fifth, but it's because I am on my period and we watched the ending of The Notebook. Trust me, I wasn't the only girl who cried. I love my schedule, except for history. I have always hated history and this teacher just makes it even more boring than it needs to be. Jacob's face brings a smile to my face. I have no clue why though. Maybe it's because his face is funny to look at or something. It has to be something close to that, right? I don't care. I just need to get to my room and lay down. I need to put in my headphones and blast my music. I need a nap. I get into my room and see that I am roomed with nobody else. Score, a room all to myself! I get into the bathroom and shower. The hot water felt so good after my long day. After I get out and dressed, I hear a knock on my door. I open it and find Jacob standing there.

"What do you want?" I ask him. He looks at me stupidly and responds, "I am here to show you around. It's my job to show newbies around. Didn't you know that?" I shake my head and roll my eyes. I give in, grab my purse, and shut/lock my door. I ignored him most of the time, but he was pretty useful. He knew like everything about this little private school. I hate the way he looks at me. It's like hypnotizing me to stare at him. It's weird but then again so is he. After our little two-hour tour, he asked me to dinner. I declined and made up an excuse to go back to my room. I don't mess with boys like him. I know how bad this sounds, but I need to make a call to an old friend. I grab my phone and walk into the woods. I dial the number and hesitate. Is this right? Should I do this? Would he even wanna talk to me? After all I put him through? After I ditched him and didn't tell him where I was going or why? Oh well, I need him. I press call and wait. My heart skips a beat as he answered. "What do you want, Eliza?" I hesitate and sigh. "Hello Logan." I could tell that he wasn't happy to hear from me.

"Well, you never call to just catch up. What do you need?" I walk down a gravel road, leading to a barn just south of the school. "I'm so sorry." I could sense his disappointment. "What do you expect me to say? You basically ditched me and didn't tell me anything? True friend, huh, Eliza? You just packed up and left me like it was nothing. I obviously didn't mean much to you then. You lied to me and I may never forgive you..." I let a tear roll down my cheek. I sigh and recollect my thoughts. "I'm sorry Logan... It's just hard to explain. You just, somehow, have to trust me. Please Logan, I need you." He took a long time to answer. I just waited for his reply and wiped the tears away. "Eliza, I love you. You have got to understand that when you left, I died. I thought that you had died. I was so worried and I just died. I need you too Eliza, and I always will. Now, what do you need me to do? How can I help?" I, relieved, sigh and try to explain to him why I need the info. "Can you get me the background on Jacob Smith? And Cleff's records on him? I just don't trust him." There was a long pause. "Go back to your room Eliza. I'll have the info to you in just a bit." I nodded, not that he could see me. "Thank you." I hang up and walk back to my room. I plop down on my bed and close my eyes. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Hey, at least you didn't lose Logan. That's the only good thing that has happened in a whole week. I just need some sleep.

Taylor TJ Author Note-I dedicate this to my best friend. She tries so hard to be perfect and yet she is still human. She cant be perfect but she can sure as hell try. I love ya girl!