Chapter 1 — Saving my life

Jane's POV:

"Jane! Go put on a jacket!" My mother yelled as soon as I entered the kitchen.

I looked at my outfit again. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a white, loose shirt that reached just below my butt, and my black and white converse. The shirt's sleeves only reached my shoulders, leaving both my arms bare.

"But mom, I—" I didn't get to finishing my whining as her voice cut me off.

"No buts, Jane. You catch colds easily. Plus, it's not like we're in the middle of summer." She scolded. As much as she was right, I still didn't want to acknowledge it. Ever since I was young, I would get sick easily. That's why my parents were always cautious about what I wore or when I went out, and as much as it pissed me off, I knew that they did it out of love and care.

"Come on, Jane. It's your first day at this school. You don't want to be late, do you?" She asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes at her but said nothing as I turned around and made my way to my bedroom. Our new house was only one story high. No basement, no attic, no second floor. Only one floor. My parents and I don't mind though. It's always been just the three of us, and living in a big house wasn't necessary.

I opened my closet and pulled out a black full-sleeved cardigan. I wore it and made my way out.

My mom rolled her eyes at me. She hoped I would wear a thicker jacket, but since I did put something on, she just ignored it.

I sat on my seat in front of our kitchen table and started munching down on my pancakes, moaning lightly at the taste.

I finished my breakfast, took my lunch bag and a juice box from the fridge, and placed them in my bag before waving my goodbye to my mom and leaving the house. Too bad my father was still asleep so I couldn't see him before leaving.

I stepped outside my house and was greeted with the cool autumn air. I took in a deep breath and started my walk to school. My new school was only ten minutes away, so a ride wasn't needed.

I placed my headphones in my ears and started walking. Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of the school. I was about to step inside when I was suddenly yanked to the side. The sudden action surprised and confused me at the same time, but I then realized that my life was actually saved from the speeding car that had just passed past me.

I breathed in deeply, trying to process what just happened. I traced the hand that was holding my upper arm only to be met with a pair of warm chocolate-brown eyes staring right back at me. The boy had deep brown hair that almost reached his shoulders, with shorter strands at the front falling onto his eyes and covering almost all of his forehead. He was wearing black jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and a black leather jacket on top. His muscles were very prominent. I thought his shirt would rip off any second. He also had some black converse on. Our clothes matched.

I was about to thank him for saving my life, but he suddenly let go of my arm, abruptly turned around, and entered through the school gates. I just stood there in shock at his actions. But I shrugged it off and entered the school.

I made my way to the main office and was greeted by a lady that looked to be in her forties. She handed me my schedule, locker combination, and school map with a smile spreading across her face.

I gave her a small smile and started making my way to my first class. Looking at the schedule, I found out that I had history first period. Only God knew how much I hated history.

Making a face, I started walking down the hallway to history. The school map helped, and it didn't take me long to get there.

All eyes were on me as I opened the door and stepped inside the class. Even the teacher's gaze snapped towards me. I felt uneasy under their weird gazes.

"You must be Jane Adams, right?" The teacher asked, to which I just nodded.

"I'm Mr.Gressingham, your history teacher. Please take a seat." He said, gesturing for me to take the empty seat at the back.

As I made my way to my chair, I noticed the mystery guy sitting in the desk in front of me. He didn't spare me a glance as he continued sketching some drawing in his notebook.

I sat down as Mr.Gressingham started teaching. However, my attention wasn't on the class being taught. All my attention was on the guy in front of me. I realized that he was sitting straight, his back not touching the back of his chair, but what surprised me more were the low moans of pain that I would hear every now and then. If he was uncomfortable in this position, why not just lean his back and sit comfortably?

When the bell rang signaling the end of the class, I thought I'd try approaching the guy again to thank him, but he was way faster than me and fled the class like he was being chased by a lion.

I sighed deeply and left the class myself. As I made my way to my locker, I realized that a girl was standing in front of the locker adjacent to mine, fumbling with whatever she had inside.

I opened my locker and placed my bag inside, seeing as I didn't get the chance to place it there in the morning. I took a small notepad for my notes and was about to head to English class when I was stopped midway by someone calling me.

I turned around to see that it was the girl calling me. She had dirty blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and bright green eyes.

She was wearing a dark green skirt that reached her middle thigh, a hot-pink shirt, and a small full-sleeved jacket on top. It was the same green color as the skirt. She was wearing white ankle boots and long, light green socks that reached her mid-calf.

"You're new here, right?" She asked me and I nodded. She smiled brightly at me.

"I'm Sarah Harding." She said, extending her arm for a handshake.

"I'm Jane Adams." I replied back, shaking her hand.

"What class do you have now?" She asked excitedly.

"Uhmm...English, I believe."

Her face suddenly lit up at my answer.

"OMG! Me too." She said enthusiastically. "Let's go together." She looped her arm in mine and started skipping happily to class. I smiled down at her.

We both made our way to English class and sat next to each other. I noticed the mystery guy sitting at the far end corner, his back still not touching anything. He was leaning on the wall next to him, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes shut.

"So, where did you come from?" Sarah's question snapped me out of my daze and made me turn to look at her.

"Uhmm....N-New York," I replied. She gasped at my answer.

"New York? Then what made you come here?" She asked in a confused tone.

"My father's company had to send people to work at their new branch here while they recruit new employees, and my father was one of the unlucky ones to move," I explained.

"Oh." Was all her reply.

"Hey Sarah?" I asked.

"Hmm."

"Who's he?" I asked her, pointing my index finger towards the mystery guy. She gasped loudly, making me look at her in surprise.

"Don't you ever, ever go near him! Luca Hemington is so dangerous and has a lot of anger issues. He doesn't give a damn about beating anyone to a pulp, whether it is a boy or a girl." She leaned in closer to me and whispered. "You know, rumor has it that he actually killed someone before, but because his family is loaded, they were able to easily bail him out." She went back to her original position. "So you have to be careful around him. He's an inhumane beast."