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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"Who is he? What's his name? Who's his dad? What's his GPA?" Dad poured the questions out as soon as I walked in the door. I didn't have time to slip off my shoes or even set my keys down before he bombarded me.
"Dad please, it was just a ride and I just worked my very first day on my very first job. Aren't you even a little interested in how it went?"
He blinked at me with a stern expression set in his hard features. Then after a breath, he asked, "How was the ride?"
"Mom?" I pleaded. She had been watching me eagerly since I walked through the door, her head resting on her hand and a blanket thrown over her legs.
"I would help but... I'm curious too. Cute flowers. It was Declan, wasn't it?" She sat up a little straighter with her question.
Dad now had his arms crossed. "Declan? Who the hell is Declan? How do you know about a Declan and I don't?"
"I'm going to go shower now," I mumbled before making my way up the stairs.
"And then you're coming right back down for a movie night? I can't come into town next weekend, so you owe me time!" Mom shouted from the couch.
"Only if you make the popcorn this time," I called back.
"Who the hell is Declan?" I heard dad ask her and I picked up the pace to grab a towel for my shower.
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"Why is she here?" I whispered to Cyrus as he fixed his shoelaces for practice.
"Because she thinks dating the team captain means he requires a personal cheerleader everywhere he goes." He responded tightly. Even Coach seemed to be extra irked today, and that was saying something.
Brooke was standing with her supposed boyfriend Duncan, which I still wasn't able to wrap my head around. She was stroking his arm while saying something in a pout. I didn't get it, he didn't even look remotely happy with her. But then I wondered if any girl had the power to make him remotely happy.
"How long has she been joining you guys?" I might have missed a few practices last week since I picked up some after-school shifts at the diner.
"Last week," He replied. Duh, I could have answered that myself.
Coach spotted me at last, his eyes widening in something that suspiciously looked like relief. "Rowena, thank God," He said and made his over to us. "It's been a nightmare dealing with these boys without you."
"No offense taken Coach," Cyrus said quietly, but Coach wasn't listening.
"Hi, Coach. Sorry about missing a few practices but I have a job now that pays me in money instead of gum sticks."
He paused taking out his pack of gum from the front pocket of his shirt. Then he just shrugged off my tease and said, "Fine, more for me." I wasn't sweating about it though, I knew he would give me one later anyway.
