Chapter 1

 First day at school.

I look up at the building that looks very similar to a prison with the pasty color with blotches of darker concrete from the sun and collection of dirt over time.

The block letters lay out(display) at the top of the new school that I'm being coaxed to attend for my senior year because my dad got a job offer about two hours away from his previous one.

I sigh and look over at my sister, who looks extremely anxious for her first day at the school as well. She's starting high school in a completely new town, with absolutely no friends, and no idea where she's going or what to expect. I reach over and grab her hand as I put the car into park.

"Everything will be okay, just figure out where to go and go from there. Don't stress too much, alright?"

She nods her head, swallowing the lump in her throat before looking over at me. "Alright."

I observe as she reaches in the backseat to grab her backpack and her hands are slightly shaking, telling me that she's still extremely nervous which isn't surprising because this is a very nerve-wracking situation. If I had to have to start at a new school while also starting my first day at high school, I would've never left the

house.

I take the keys out of my car and get out with my sister. I see teenagers coming out of their cars to scream and hug their friends that they probably saw just last week because our new neighbors told us that there's always parties the week before school starts back up to mourn that summer is ending and school's back. 

I make sure to lock my car before walking with my sister through the parking area and up the sidewalk into the school. I notice Jasmine fidgeting with her hands as she glance around at the other people talking with their friends as they walk in.

"I have dance after school, so Dad said that he'll pick you up from work. It might take him some extra time to find his way here, so if he's late, don't worry about it," I tell her to try and take her mind off of everything that she was pondering on right now.

"Okay, '' she replied as I held the door open for her before following her into the office that was connected to the main hallway as soon as you walked into the school. I walk up to the desk first where a blonde woman wearing a lavender blouse is typing on the computer loudly with her fake nails.

"Hi, how may I help you today?" She says, looking up at me with a big smile.

"My name's Henry Diego, my sister and I are new here and We need to get our schedule and we are also told we could get maps too, I tell her before she nods her head and starts typing.

She looks over at the lady sitting down a few feet from her before looking over at Jasmine. "Sweetie, you can go over to Ms. Amelia and give her your name and she'll print off your schedule for you."

Jasmine walks over to the lady before giving her her name and l take a second to look outside the office windows to see people walking in and down the halls. I watch as the lady in front of me prints off my schedule and a map before picking up a highlighter and circling things for me.

"Okay, I circled all the halls where you have classes today. Your first one is upstairs, so go out that door and go to the right and that's where the stairs are. All the hallways are labeled so you should be able to find your way with those," she tells me and I nod my head as a thank you before waiting for my sister.

Once she's done, I take her schedule and notice we both have to go upstairs So I lead the way. As soon as I find her first room, I turn to her and set my hand on her shoulder. "Take notes, try to talk to the people next to you when you can, and text me if you need me whatsoever"

"I will, thank you, I love you. Have a good day." she says, giving me a quick hug before walking into her classroom and finding an empty seat. I watch as one of the girls that's sitting in the desk next to her looks at her before making a small comment, surprising my little sister. I walk away, not wanting to seem too weird and embarrass her if anyone notices.

I find my classroom after circling the entire upstairs once and walk in, successfully finding a seat with not too many people around it before pulling my phone out to text my mom that Jasmine was doing fine because my parents were both worried about her since she was definitely the more nervous one.

Some blonde girl wearing a floral high waisted skirt and a black tucked in t-shirt walks over and sits on the desk in front of me. "Hi, I'm Isabelle, who are you?"

I continue looking through **, not wanting anything to do with this girl that probably only wants to flirt with me with the way she's staring at me.

"I'm Henry."

"Are you new here?" She asks, reaching

out to grab at my arm before I pull away to not let her get her hand on me.

"Well, you haven't seen me around, have you?"

"Hey, Isabelle, why don't you leave the poor kid alone? It's his first day, let him adjust before you make your move on him" some girl with curly brunette hair that's wearing a light pink maxi skirt that goes over her stomach and a tight,white crop top to match with it.

"Why do you care, Jenny? You already have a boyfriend" the Isabelle chick says with a vicious look on her face before she crosses her arms to look at the other girl.

"Because l don't particularly want you to scare the poor guy on his first day," I took a gaze over at the Jenny girl who is sitting next to a cute Hispanic boy with dark hair spiked up while wearing black jeans with some rips by the knees, a black t-shirt, and some black shoes that look expensive.The other guy sitting is probably the most handsome guy I've ever seen.

He has light brown hair with piercing hazel eyes along with tan skin. He's wearing some tight black jeans along with a white t-shirt, jean jacket, and a pair of Adidas shoes. He looks up and as soon as our eyes meet, I get the most intense chills run through my body and can't take my eyes off of him. He looks shocked for a second

before he forces his eyes away from me.

"I think he's perfectly fine with me being

here, Isabelle says, giving me a soft smile.

I scoff, setting my phone down. "I don't

think that's necessarily true."

"Well, why not? You have a pretty girl sitting in front of you that you can actually do anything to,so why not want me here"? She asks with a smirk.

I sigh, leaning forward and setting my hand on her arm. "Because I don't like girls."

Isabelle immediately sits back before standing up and walking back over to her desk. Jenny and the two guys chuckle a bit before Jenny comes to sit in the chair that she's just abandoned. "Sorry about her, she's a little desperate."

I chuckle, nodding my head. "No, it's

fine. Thanks for having my back though, it means a lot."

"Yeah, of course, I'm Jenng by the way. I know we didn't introduce ourselves during the whole thing" she says with a giggle.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Henry" I tell her with a smile. "So is she always like that?"

"Yeah, basically, she toys around with a boy for a week or two before she gets bored with them and moves on to the next one. Whenever someone new comes here, she's the first to introduce herself to them."

"Well, glad I got someone who could tell me that before she was able to get too close even after I tell her no," I say

with a chuckle.

Jenny laughed, covering it up with her hand. "Yeah, glad I could help. I would hate to see another boy hurt by her just because they didn't realize all she had

wanted was their dick."

"Well, I would never be hurt because she isn't coming anywhere near mine" I said, leaning back in my chair as Jenny giggled again. The warning bell rings and I see kids in the hallway rush to their classrooms while a few of them come into this one to find an empty seat.

"Oh, sorry, this is my boyfriend Robert."

Jenny says, pointing towards the boy with the dark hair who gives me a small wave before she motions towards the pretty boy. "and this is our friend Archie."

Archie gives me a tense smile before avoiding my eye contact. I give a small wave to Robert since he was the only one of the two paying attention. "Nice to meet you."

"You too, man. Why'd you come here your senior year?" He asked me.

"My dad got a job offer and he persuaded my mom that this was a really good opportunity, so here we are," I say with a chuckle before checking my phone for anything from Jasmine.

The teacher walks into the room and sits down at her desk to set up her laptop before the final bell rings in a few minutes. I look out the door to see more people rushing around the hallway and a few of them are staring at their schedules while looking very confused.

"So do you know how the dance team

is here?" I ask Jenny who immediately perks up when she realizes what I had just asked her.

"The dance team is amazing. Coach Erixon runs it all by herself with some

help from her wife, who is a professional dancer that has been in a few Broadway shows. You're in it?" She asks me.

"Yeah, I signed up when my parents applied for me and my sister for the school."

"We don't have too many boys interested in dance, so this is incredible news. We focus mostly on contemporary and jazz because that's what Erixon is qualified in and she always chooses two people to do a duet dance of music to their choice so maybe you'll get chosen," she says. 

"Maybe," l comment before the teacher

starts teaching after the final bell rings.

Once school is officially over, I walk Jasmine out to see how her day has been. I had walked her to class whenever our classes were close together and she made a few friends in Some of her classes and others, not so much. I think she overall had a good day and she looks happy even though she's stressed about the amount of

homework she has to do as soon as she gets home so she can come to dinner tonight.

I make my way to the nearest bathroom and change into some black joggers, a black t-shirt, and a pair of converse since I'll probably end up taking my shoes off anyways because I like that better. 

I make my way to the auditorium since that's where dance team practices because the back wall is lined with mirrors and a dance bar, at least that's what my mom was

told.I walk through the doors and see some people on the stage doing some stretching in their leggings, shorts, or sweatpants.

 I go up the stairs to stand on the stage and an older woman with short, curly hair in yoga pants, a t-shirt, and some ballet shoes walks up to me.