One high school, five teenagers, an unlimited amount of chaos.
After a storm wipes out Wilkinson High, Rowena Salone and the entirety of her classmates are forced to relocate to the next closest school in their district. Being the new girl isn't so...
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The next day went by slowly in the drag of Sunday blues. I stayed home, cleaned my room, and started my homework after the sun went down. Dad was working a long shift tonight.
I was sitting in my room finishing up an assignment when I heard a tap on my window. It was a single knock and I brushed it off as something that just fell from the tree by my room.
Then came another single knock. I set down my pencil and got out of my chair to investigate.
I pulled up a single blind to see what it was and there was Declan, leaning over towards the ground and picking something off of the ground.
I drew the blinds up and opened my window completely, about to ask him what the hell he was doing. I realized too late that he had been throwing pebbles at my window, and he realized too late that I was at my window when he threw the next one, smacking me square in the forehead.
"Ow, what the fuck!" I grabbed at my forehead, turning away from the window as I heard Declan cussing from the ground.
I was too busy rubbing away the pain that I didn't even notice Declan had quickly climbed up to my room until I felt his hands wrap around my arms to turn me towards him.
"I'm sorry, hey I'm sorry. I didn't see you when I threw it, I swear I didn't. Are you okay?" He pulled my hands away to check my forehead himself.
"No, that hurt," I complained. He dropped my hands and held my face instead as he inspected it. "Is it red?"
"Yeah," He mumbled regretfully. "It was just a little pebble though, you might get like a tiny bruise."
He brought a thumb over the spot where it hurt, brushing over it lightly and I guessed he was checking for a bump. I felt my eyes slightly widen when he brought my face closer and gave a gentle peck over the pain.
He pulled away just as quickly, his eyebrows raised at himself in an awkward look. "Um- force of habit I guess, I'm sorry."
I pulled away from him, taking a step back even though I wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms longer. "Sorry for what... exactly?" I hesitated to ask.
"All of it Row," He said without skipping a beat. "You were right about me being an asshole. I didn't mean to take anything out on you."
He waited a moment, taking in a breath and finding the right words. "I've just been going through some family stuff and it's left me feeling really angry and confused with my dad. Only I can't take it out on him, and I made a mess of things trying to bottle it all up."
"Can you tell me why you're angry with your dad?" I asked slowly as if I were afraid he was going to scatter off any moment.
"He lied to me. He's lied to me for years and now it's too late to fix anything and I don't know what I'm supposed to fucking do Rowena."
