Everything About You
People are always telling stories about how they met their first love in some cheesy, romantic, spontaneous way. Talking about how it was pure coincidence that fate had brought them together, that the universe put them together for a reason. I didn’t even really believe in love at first sight, but everything changed when Hadley Jamison entered my life.
I was a sophomore at Allister High School, I had just transferred since my mom decided to pack up and leave New Jersey, taking me with her. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, but god. Sometimes she is just so wrapped up in her own drama to see anything in front of her. Which of course I would never say to her, because she is the one that set her sights on moving to California in the first place. I liked New Jersey, I had group of friends that I hung out with, I wasn’t a complete outcast, but certainly not one of the popular girls, and I was just floating around, completely content with being a nobody. But then that, just like everything else, changed the second I walked into the doors of Allister.
The summer before Sophomore year I was dead set on just blending into the crowds of kids at Allister, there was no reason to get too attached to anyone that she was just going to leave in a couple of years. I thought that if I just ignored the popular kids and floated around until she found a group of bearable kids to hang out with, that it would make this transition easier on me, and boy was I wrong.
The first time that I saw Hadley, she took my breath away, literally. Her outfit and entire persona seemed like it was so effortless as she casually walked down the hall and stopped at a locker that I was presuming was her own. Now of course, at the time I knew absolutely nothing about her, only that I knew she was easily the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a maroon colored shirt, and a flannel scarf around her neck, and a black leather jacket. Even though it was easily still in the 70’s outside, the girl didn’t seem the least bit phased to be wearing jeans and a jacket while the rest of the student body was in short shorts and tank tops. Her hair was long and perfectly straight, it was a dark blonde color that complemented her slightly pale skin tone and angular features. Her entire look screamed artist, the kind of girl who hung out at coffee shops and took photographs of everything.
I didn’t want to stare too long, because there is absolutely no way to explain myself to her, much less myself, I mean, what am I supposed to say? “Sorry that I was staring at you, it’s only because you’re super pretty.” That would just be stupid, but there was just something about this girl that made my breath get caught in my throat. I decided that I should probably find my way around the school, since I would in fact, be spending two more years there, and I might as well not get lost on my first day.
I looked down at my schedule and found myself staring at meaningless names and numbers, and I was hopelessly confused on what to do. Allister High was certainly not anything like my old high school in New Jersey, first off it was all built around a courtyard in the middle of the campus. It was entirely open, their lockers were outside, but I guess it made sense, they were in California where the weather was pretty much sunny and warm year round, a definite change from the cold winters and mild summers of New Jersey. Another thing about Allister is that it is perched on top of a cliff, a cliff that looked out onto the Pacific Ocean, now I love a great view as much as the next person but this was a little much. To top it all off, this was a private school, for rich kids, from rich families that live in big houses and wear clothing that would put my wardrobe to shame. I definitely did not fit in well here, but I did follow the expectations, I did have a big house and I was considered “rich”, by my old friends, but these kids were in their own league of privileged. They all drove some type of BMW or sports cars, wore the same brand names, had their hair highlighted, and of course were all extremely attractive, and let’s just say I didn’t fit in at all.
I can say that I have my own style, and to be perfectly honest, it resembles my personality completely. I didn’t dress like some Ambercrombie&Fitch model, or someone that stepped out of a Banana Republic catalogue, so a lot of people don’t understand it the fact that I don’t want to wear some designer brand, and when I try to explain it just confuses them even more, and trust me, the kids at my new school did not understand it either. With all of these Barbie and Ken dolls all around me, it was a breath of fresh air to see someone who actually had their own style around here.
This group of privileged kids had all grown up together, and they almost never had a new student to gossip about, so you could probably imagine all of the things that the rumor mill has generated about me. So the minute that I stepped into Allister High, all eyes were on my, except of course the stunning girl at her locker. I couldn’t help but shy away from the attention everyone was giving to me so I ducked my head and started off towards my homeroom, which of course I had no idea how to get to. I finally made it to my homeroom, and by my own previous assumptions I knew was late, so that when I rushed into the room out of breathe all twenty pairs of eyes were staring at me like I was some alien invading their planet. The teacher, who was apparently Mrs. Anderson, looked up from her computer to see who had come in.
“And who might you be?” She asked me.
“Um, I’m Olivia Brown, I’m new here.” I said as I entered the threshold to Mrs. Anderson’s desk.
“Right, go take an empty seat.” She said as I turned and faced my peers, I slowly treaded to the back of the room and took my seat as I looked around. As I did though, I saw everyone else’s eyes on me and I looked back down, the nervous feeling in my gut obviously not going away. I reached into my messenger bag and pulled out my journal and started doodling. I probably should’ve been paying attention to Mrs. Anderson as she was calling off names for attendance, for more than one reason. First off, it probably would’ve been helpful to learn the names of the kids that I would be going to high school with, and second, if I was listening she would have heard Mrs. Anderson call out my name and every kid in homeroom wouldn’t be staring back at me.
“Ms. Brown, would you mind putting that away and pay attention?” She said and I slipped the journal back into my bag. And with that a blush crept up my cheeks, as I listened to her rattle off the rest of the names until she got to one name and one voice that made my body tense up. I looked around my homeroom and settled on the girl from the hallway, Hadley Jamison, I thought, it definitely fit the look of the girl. It wasn’t some generic name that the school was crawling with like Brittany, Rachel, or Michelle, it was unique and actually kind of pretty. The more I looked at her, she definitely looked like a Hadley, it seemed like the name fit her, fit the person she looked to be, and I found myself smiling at that fact alone.
The rest of homeroom seemed to go by relatively fast, as I ended up listening to music on my IPod and writing in my journal for most of the hour. That was until I felt a light tap on my shoulder, I took out my headphones and looked up at the girl above me. And for a moment I was transfixed on the face in front of me, unaware that I was staring at her. A soft voice pulled me out of my stupor, “Hello.” It was in that one word that Hadley had said that had her mind whirling that had her heart beating out of control, with no hope of slowing down. And no matter how hard I tried to come up with a response, the words were stuck in my throat, refusing to come out.
“Uh, yeah, hi.” I stammered out incoherently silently yelling at myself for reacting like a complete and total idiot.
“Olivia Brown, right?” She asked with curiosity showing across her eyes.
“Right, Hadley Jamison?” I asked, even though I was very well aware of her name, having it running through her head throughout homeroom.
“Yeah.” She said smiling, which of course in turn made the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile, breaking out into a full grin just at the sight of the other girl’s smile. “Where are you from?”
“New Jersey, which if I might add is completely different from whatever hell I just walked into this morning.”
“I can see where you’re coming from, but it’s really not that bad.” She said as she was trying to hold back a laugh, which in turn ended up making me laugh rather loudly and had all twenty sets of eyes glaring back at me. “I promise it’s not as bad as it seems. In fact, I bet you haven’t seen much of California yet, have you?” I shook my head because for the past month or two that I’ve been in California I hadn’t explored much other than the beach. “Meet me outside the front doors after schools out, I’m taking you on a tour of all that Malibu has to offer.” She said with a smile on her place as she turned around and walked back to her seat. I let out a breath that I hadn’t known I was holding and placed my headphones back into my ear ears, smiling at the back of the girl that just walked away. Today was going to be a good day.
The minute the last bell rang I bolted out of my chair, out of the class and to my locker. But just my luck, I was completely lost, it was still my first day and I still had no idea how to get to my locker from any of my classes. Worse yet I bet Hadley was waiting outside the school for her, and I was still wandering around the school like a lost dog. It was already 3:20 when I finally found my locker, mind you this school was huge and getting lost was probably the easiest thing to do in it. By the time I finally made it to the front doors, as I expected Hadley wasn’t there, and it wasn’t like I thought she would still be there, but it still hurt. That was until I saw a post-it note stuck to the bench a couple of feet away from the doors.
I don’t know if you were ditching me, or if you had somewhere else you needed to be but if you did I totally understand.
Now that just made me feel like shit altogether, I knew that I should’ve kept the map of the school that the principle gave me earlier today. And I felt even worse realizing that I just essentially ditched the only person that actually talked to me today outside of group discussions in class. My heart dropped out of my chest as I took the post-it and put it in my bag, and realized I had to walk home. This has got to be the worst first day in the history of first days.
As I finally reached my street and I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway, I’d only been here for the summer and pretty much ran off the only sort-of friend I had in California, so I knew it wasn’t for me, I shrugged it off and continued down the road. But as soon as I got to my house I was walking up the driveway and sitting there on my front porch was none other than Hadley.
“Hadley, what are you doing here?” I asked smiling; I just couldn’t help myself when I was around this girl.
“Well since you totally blew me off after school I decided to come to your house to see if you really did have something better to do.” When she spoke, her voice made my heart skip a beat, she really was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
“No, no of course, I didn’t mean to blow you off like that, I just got lost, and your school is really really big. And I didn’t mean to but then I saw your note and I felt a little bit better, but then I realized I probably just unintentionally blew off the only person that actually talked to me today and I felt really bad. So I just-“
“Olivia, you’re rambling.” She said with a slight smile, which just made me blush.
“I’m sorry, I just ramble when I’m nervous.” I said sitting down next to Hadley on the front steps.
“So I make you nervous?” She said leaning in and staring into my eyes. And to be honest I couldn’t even breathe thinking that she was this close. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, staring back into her eyes, with Hadley this close I couldn’t even form a sentence. I nodded slightly and just like that Hadley’s face was far away from mine and I finally let myself breathe. “So are you going to let me in or what?” She asked, and I slowly got up shaking the feeling of having Hadley as close to me as she was, out of my mind as I grabbed my keys out of my bag.
This is going to be one hell of a year.
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