Author's Note: Hello, how was your day? Hopefully it was just as amazing as you'd planned and not totally awkward like the day Phoenix was having in that prologue. By the way, this first chapter takes off a week after the starting prologue, anyway I'll continue on with the story and not my author note, from me. :)
"So..." Maverick starts as I sit at the breakfast table. It was Monday morning, the dreaded day I had been trying to ignore. I was going back to my small town high school, the one where everyone blamed me. It was still a bit awkward looking at Maverick and his girlfriend in the same room together. Her name was Sarah and I swear, if I see her in one of my classes at the high school, I'm going to be sick. She claimed to be 28 but looked …show more content…
I had 'killed' their star pupil, in their eyes of course, and I wasn't going to be let off of the hook for that. "I- I have a pass, take it okay? I was just trying to find my damn locker." "You need to show more respect," She sneers grabbing the pass from my arm and pointing to a seat in the back. "Class you all know who Phoenix Wilder is, he should be in jail right now, honestly." I blink a few times as some of the kids nod in agreement and a tear threatens to spill from my eye. Is this what everyone thought? I remember when I actually had a best friend and he trusted me over anything. That obviously stopped as soon as his girlfriend was murdered. Rolling my eyes at the classes actions, I open my notebook and make sure to copy every piece of note down quietly. Someone opens the door quickly and quietly tries to sneak to the back as the teacher shows a difficult equation on the board. "Well Aspen White, next time if you wanted to sneak in you probably shouldn't have worn heels." She chuckles a few times before taking a seat next to me. A gasp is heard, and even I think it could have been my own voice. "They're called silhouettes Miss." She grabs a paper from her desk and hands it to Aspen. "Since you like to think that school is all fun and games, how about I give you a detention today so you can spend more time here?" She groans and slips the paper in her binder, then shrugs. "Where were you anyway?" Some guy whispers to her, "none of your business," she clears her throat and then looks up to the
"So..." Maverick starts as I sit at the breakfast table. It was Monday morning, the dreaded day I had been trying to ignore. I was going back to my small town high school, the one where everyone blamed me. It was still a bit awkward looking at Maverick and his girlfriend in the same room together. Her name was Sarah and I swear, if I see her in one of my classes at the high school, I'm going to be sick. She claimed to be 28 but looked …show more content…
I had 'killed' their star pupil, in their eyes of course, and I wasn't going to be let off of the hook for that. "I- I have a pass, take it okay? I was just trying to find my damn locker." "You need to show more respect," She sneers grabbing the pass from my arm and pointing to a seat in the back. "Class you all know who Phoenix Wilder is, he should be in jail right now, honestly." I blink a few times as some of the kids nod in agreement and a tear threatens to spill from my eye. Is this what everyone thought? I remember when I actually had a best friend and he trusted me over anything. That obviously stopped as soon as his girlfriend was murdered. Rolling my eyes at the classes actions, I open my notebook and make sure to copy every piece of note down quietly. Someone opens the door quickly and quietly tries to sneak to the back as the teacher shows a difficult equation on the board. "Well Aspen White, next time if you wanted to sneak in you probably shouldn't have worn heels." She chuckles a few times before taking a seat next to me. A gasp is heard, and even I think it could have been my own voice. "They're called silhouettes Miss." She grabs a paper from her desk and hands it to Aspen. "Since you like to think that school is all fun and games, how about I give you a detention today so you can spend more time here?" She groans and slips the paper in her binder, then shrugs. "Where were you anyway?" Some guy whispers to her, "none of your business," she clears her throat and then looks up to the