“NO! I will NOT go to that stupid school!!!!” .…

Now I know what your thinking, why does this chick not want to go to school. Right? Thats what you were thinking. Well, this isn’t any ordinary school its a private boarding school. All girls school, and that means that theres gonna be no boys at all. Are my parents trying to make me turn lesbian?

“Come on honey it’ll be good for you.” Mom said trying to keep the anger out of her voice. “ Yea your mothers right Alex. That schools the top in the country” said The ass hole named Nick that I’m supposed to call my father. But he’s actually my step-dad be cause when I was around 7 years old and after another 8 years later she re-married.
“ NO I’m not going!!!” I said as I ran up the stairs, and slammed the door and locked it.” after I closed the door I heard Nick chasing after me and start banging on the door yelling for me to get packed and that I leave for my plane in an hour.
“NO I’M NOT GOING AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!!” ooh big mistake and I look around the room for a hiding place to were Nick can’t reach me. “YOUR GONNA REGRET SAYING THAT YOU LITTLE BRAT!!” and that when I close my eyes and get in the safest position to where I can protect all of my vital organs. BOOM!! The door hits the wooden floor and shatters. (yea a little something I forgot to mention to tell you, NIck beats me.) Thats when I felt the blows to my back and then he reached under and flipped me on my back and then started getting Me in the ribs.

CRACK! He broke my rib I knew it instantly. He faltered and then put his fist down by his side in shock. And then he whispered “ Get packed your leaving.” I had no other choice but to pack unless I wanted another broken rib. So I sucked it up and went through the pain and nearly started to cry because of the pain in my rib. And when I was done, I headed down the stairs dragging my bag down the stairs and out the door to the car and didn’t say a word to my mom or Nick. Mostly because it hurt soo much to talk and because I also mad at them. I’m kind of hoping they don’t expect me to talk to them. Because I would talk to my mom if it didn’t hurt to much. Once I was at the air port I didn’t even say good by I just got my bags and ticket and walked off toward gate 8 and as I got there it was already boarding and so I handed the lady my ticket and boarded the plane ignoring the bewildered look she gave me. I took my seat and pulled out my iPod and put on Crawling by Linkin Park, and shut out the rest of the world by concentrating on the music and soon I began to fall asleep.


Some time later I felt some one shake my shoulder and that I turn jostled my broken rib. Let me be the first to tell you that it hurt like hell. I came out of my sleep seething. I wanted to kill the person who shook me. I looked at the girl and then I saw that it was a guy with startling baby blue eyes. Yea once I looked in his eyes all my anger melted. “umm. Ow that hurts.”I said awkwardly. Then he realized that he still had his hand on my shoulder and said sorry. “umm, I think you might be on the wrong plane.” I told him. “uh I’m quite sure that I am.” he said with his eyes looking up in thought. I sighed he looked so adorable. Then he said
“ Um are you sure your on the right plane?”
And with that comment all the cuteness I saw in him a minute before was absolutely gone. “ uh yea this is going to crosstown boarding school right?” I said kinda annoyed, I mean who does this guy think he is asking me if I’m on the right plane, does he know what I’ve been through this morning? I think not!

“Yea.” He said as if it weren’t obvious.
“Okay listen I think your on the wrong plane unless your some kind of man hooker that all the girls ordered.” I said to him looking at the floor. All of sudden shy of what he thought of me.
“ Wait what? All the girls? Male hooker? Girl are you on crack? This plane is headed to crosstown a boarding school for guys.” he said very slowly like I was not all there. Thats when it sunk in… “ Crosstown is a boarding school for GUYS!!!!” I started to squeak and I never squeak. To bad for me that squeaking caused my rib to move and you know what that means….. “Ouchy! Ouchy! Owww!” I screamed clutching my broken rib. This seemed to scare him cause he was all over me trying to locate what was causing me pain. Then he saw my hand clutching my rib and said “ What happened is it your rib, is it cracked or broken or what is it?” you could here the panic of his voice. “ My step dad abuses me and he kinda beat this morning and forced me on this plane. And he broke my rib this morning.” I said straining. I looked up at him and let me be the first to tell you cause I’ve seen plenty of men mad and the boy with blue eyes looked ready to kill. It was kind of scary. Then the pain was gone and I sat up and told him “ jeez calm down I fine I just can’t talk very loud or have sudden movements.” he seemed to stare off in to space as if I hadn’t said anything.

So I put my hand on his shoulder gently and repeated what I had said before. Then he started to come back to reality. He looked at me all confused then he remembered. “ hey whats your name?” he asked changing the subject. “Alex.” I said as I stuck out my hand. He shook my hand and said “ Names Damien.” “uh, yea your headed to an all boys boarding school.” he said with a slight smile on his face, it was a complete change from the Damien that wanted to kill my step-dad earlier. I liked this Damien. The captain’s voice came from the speaker above our heads and told us to put on ours seat belts cause in 5 mins we are supposed to be landing. Within those 5 mins. Me and Damien became best friends it was like we knew each other in another life or something, we had so much in common and we had some differences like he loved sushi, while I on the other hand I hate it. By the time the plane landed Damien was telling me all the things that had happened at crosstown in the past years. This place was crazy, maybe it won’t be too bad. Also if all the boys here are nice like Damien then I would have a ton of friends. Damien helped me get my things from under the plane and nigh then most of the guys that were on the plane realized that there was a girl on campus and were all soon surrounding me. Damien was trying to keep between me and all of the boys and when we got into the lobby there was this big burly man and he reached about 6’8 and that is super tall. Damien is about 6 foot even and my being very petite I am about 5’3 and I felt super small. He came up and gave me a big bear hug and he actually picked me up about a foot up in the air. Well when he gave me the hug my rib was crushed against my other ribs causing extreme pain shooting through my whole body, and Damien knowing about my rib his eyes got so big they looked like they were gonna pop out of his head. Then he realized how much pain I was going through and knew what was coming next covered his ears. Smart boy. I screamed at the top of my lungs and tears came gushing out of my eyes. When I scream it is the most blood curdling scream you will ever hear. Its worse than the ones in the horror movies. Once the guy heard my scream (which wasn’t very long considering my mouth was right next his ear. ) Dropped me and every one that was in the lobby covered their ears. Once he put me down I fell to the ground clutching my ribs tightly and started to cry. No more screaming. Lucky them. The man knelt next to me trying to figure out what was wrong but Damien beat him to it. Damien pick me up as if I weighed nothing( which I don’t I weighed about 127.5 pounds. ) Damien must be stronger than I thought. But he started to carry me gently trying not to jostle my body to much. The man was talking to Damien trying to figure out what was going on, and bless Damien lied for me told them that before I came here I was out riding my bike in the mountains behind my house and my wheel hit a rock and I flipped and ended up breaking a rib. And that when the man that picked me up (apparently his name is Mr. Cross) that squished my ribs together causing extreme pain. Then Damien laid me on some kind of bed. Then the principle told him to check himself and me in and to get our bags and take them to our room. By then I had stopped crying and Mr. Cross closed the door and got me and ice pack for my rib.and then sat next to me on the bed and apologized for hurting me. And told me that he was my real dad’s brother and therefore my uncle. He told me that since I actually came ( not that I had the choice, but so far not regretting it . ) and told me I was going to live here like every other kid here till I graduate high school. But unlike the other kids I was the only girl and that on summer break and every other holiday break I was to live with him. Because my mom couldn’t handle me and he knew about her new husband and he also knew that Damien lied for me.

He let that sink in and then asked “ are you okay now little one?” that caused a brief flash back to two christmas’ before my dad passed away. And there he was my uncle dressed in a santa costume, sitting in the big red chair in my old living room, lifting me into his lap and asking “hello little one what is it that you want for christmas this year? Hmmm?” and me shaking my head no, as if I didn’t want anything. * I shook my head and I was back in the bed with him sitting there. Once he saw me shake my head he laughed “do you remember me little one?” he asked. “yea I remember but don’t call me that.” I said remembering my dad.

“okay.” He said. “hand over the ice pack.” he said holding out his hand.
“Why my rib still hurts.” I said scared. He laughed and said “I know Alex but your just like your dad you always melt the ice pack so fast.” I looked down and sure enough the pack was melted and squishy. I handed him the ice pack and he switched it out for a bigger one and he put in my hand and told me to put under my shirt and keep it against the hurt rib. Then he lead me to my room. My room was number 039 and then my uncle gave me a gentle hug so not to hurt me (it did a little) then handed me the key. Then he walked off down the hall. As I put the key in the hole Damien opened the door nearly running me over. He grabbed my shoulders as I leaned to far backwards. And he pulled me back to standing up straight and when he did that he was looking down. Then he looked up and his face was so close to mine, we were nose to nose and so close, close enough to kiss. Wait did that just came form my head? I shook my head and took a step back and asked him “Whats the rush?”


“Oh, um I was getting worried and I was gonna go check up on you.” he said looking down. Aw he looked so cute when he is shy. “oh well I’m here!” said lightly.
That got him laughing, and then he stepped to the side holding the door open and grabbed the keys and then dramatically swept his arm showing the room behind him. The room, our room was amazing the walls were a bold blood red with white borders. And the carpet was a soft shaggy white. As I looked around while Damien tossed the keys into a glass bowl by the door, and took my hand and lead me down a hall and opened a door at the end and once I walked in I fell in love with the room. It was a deep purple (my favorite color) and the trim a creamy pink (not my favorite color, I hate pink any kind except neon pink) and the bed was a California-king, with a blue comforter and a baby blue pillow and all my bags pilled neatly in a corner. On one side of the room was a small white dresser and stool and just above the dresser was a antique mirror. Next to the door was a door and when I opened it I realized it was a walk in closet. I turned to Damien and he was smiling from ear to ear as if seeing me so joyful makes him happy. And then I notice another door and I opened it not knowing what expect, it was a small bathroom with a shower in a corner and a big sink on the opposite side and a toilet in the other corner. It was a cute bathroom and the walls were tiled blue and the floor was a laminate wood floor. I turned around and looked at Damien amazed that all of this for me but when I turned around Damien wasn’t there. “Damien?” I called out. I turned around and he was leaning on a door jam across the bathroom. “I don’t like how they have us sharing the bathroom like this. It weird cause my door doesn’t lock and I might not know if your in here taking a shower or something.” I burst out laughing, he gave me an incredulous look and I explained. “ you’ll definitely know when I’m in the shower.” I started giggling.

“oh you sing in the shower do you?” he said smiling.
“yup”I said popping the p.and laughing. That got him laughing. Then I started to cry from the pain of my rib shocked me cause it was horribly painful. Damien was instantly at side “Are you ok?” he asked “I’m fine it just hurts a lot more than earlier.” I explained.
He helped me to the couch and helped me lay down. He got me a hand towel and told me to put in my mouth and bite down as hard as I can. The look I gave him said ‘what the hell?’ and he explained. “I’m gonna try and se if its broken or just popped out of place.” my eyes widened and he said “don’t you trust me?” and he looked truly hurt so I felt like I had an obligation to trust him. “of course I trust you its just… won’t it hurt?” “yea but thats why your supposed bite on the towel.” I looked at him scared of the pain he is gonna cost me. I took the towel and bite down. He told me to lay down flat, and I did. Then then the pain came like a tidal wave as he tried to locate my rib, he found it by me screaming into the towel. Once he found it he told me it would be better with out my shirt covering my ribs so he could actually see, whatever that meant. So I wen tot change into a sports bra. Once I was done I came out looking at the ground cause I didn’t want to see his expression when I came out. Cause guys have a tendency to stare at my chest. You see I’m not the flattest road in the world if you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t well then I’ll tell you what I mean, I’m am a size C cup. So yea. Anyways I laid down just as before and put the towel back in my mouth and bite down.

He located my rib again and then because of just how skinny I am was able to grab the bone itself and was able to drag it back to where it was supposed to be popped back in to place when there was a knock on the door. Damien stopped fro a second and looked at me as if he was asking is it okay if he could go get the door. I gave a small nod because of how much pain I was in. But before he could even get up to get the door the door opened and in came a gorgeously tall blonde boy texting on his phone. His hair fell perfectly framing his face, I could tell this guy rode a skate board thats how definite this guy looked. The ends of his hair was dyed black. And man was this guy hot. He stepped in to the foyer and said in a deep bass voice “Hey Damien.” he looked up from his phone and saw me on the floor in my sports bra and Damien next to me his hands on my rib cage.

“Um,” he looked to left then back at me and Damien and asked “I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Damien looked at me then back at the blonde boy. “Urm no not at all actually I just finished. Um, Kaleb this is Alex the headmaster’s niece remember, she gonna go to this school now.” Mmmmm. So his name is kaleb huh? He even has a hot name. And a bonus he wasn’t staring at my chest.