Her Possessive Heartbreaker

Riley Well, I'll be damned. Didn't think I could manage to haul all my junk into this new room of mine without breaking anything but here we are. I surely thought if I didn't break anything of mine in my boxes, I would have broken a bone in my body or dislocated my spine, because my crap is heavy and there is absolutely NO ONE to help me. Leave it all to Riley is everyones motto around here. Dad got a new position in his company which wound up hightailing us across multiple states and landing in New York. All the way from sunny California to here. Thankfully, it isn't directly in the city. From what I have seen and heard about NYC, it could be considered nerve wracking to a small town girl such as myself. I am not good with crowds, change, anything really. I like things kept the same but my never ending tirade about all the reasons why I didn't want to move fell to deaf ears. Now, we are living in the upstate section of New York, so there is less hustle and bustle but a hell of a lot more trees and dirt and eery silence. I swear, if I run into a Bigfoot anywhere near here, I am running away back to California. I mean, come on, this is there natural stomping ground. Either that, or little green aliens will abduct me and probe me for all my useful information stored in my brain. I am now getting way to carried away with my imagination. I shake my head of all my crazy thoughts and look out my window and sigh. New state. New home. New school. FML, immensely. ***************************************************** My alarm wakes me up and I cringe knowing that today is the beginning of a new school year in a new school. It is just a thrilling experience to be the newbie of the school. I get to walk into a building where nobody knows me and get the luxury of being assessed by the towns usual teenagers. They will scan me and dissect every part of me down to the smallest molecule. Dread flows through my body. I grab my blankets and huddle underneath them not wanting today to happen. Sh!t doesn't work when my alarm sounds again. Traitorous device. I am anti social. To put it in the nicest possible way, I don't like people. I have always been that way. Ever since I was a toddler running like crazy in the parks and watching as all the other tiny children played with one another, all I wanted to do was be in my own head and twirl in my favorite contraption, the tire swing. Of course the kids just eyed me like a freak of nature but I could care less. The less drama in my life, the better. Don't get me wrong. I was civil to those that were civil to me but I never had that one person who was my ride or die. Nobody to share secrets with. Nobody to concoct a secret handshake. It was always just me, myself, and I. I rise out of my bed, drag myself into the shower, and assess my strategic plan on navigating this new world. I browse through my clothes, which are still very much in boxes all around my room and manage to find a decent enough outfit. Decent enough to me is my favorite skinny jeans, a plain colored t-shirt, my favorite comfy cozy hoodie, and my Nikes. I don't do latest trends or famous designer fashion, even though I am a California chick. I am simple. To the point. I can care less because jeans never go out of style. If they ever did then something is seriously wrong with this world. I gather my backpack, stuff my binder into it with a pen and pencil, my trusty headphones, and head out the door to meet mom and dad waiting for me right outside by the car. Mom hands me some money for lunch and an apple and bottle of water for breakfast. "About time you graced us with your presence Riley. Do you really want to be late your first day?" My dad belts out as my mom enters the passenger side. "I will be late regardless since I need my program for the year. And good morning to you too dad." He rolls his eyes at me before heading into the car. I enter afterwards and brace myself for what's to come. As we approach the building, I look out of the window and see that it looks more like a college campus than a high school. I gulp down the mounds of nerves inside of me. "Try and make friends here Riley. This town is our forever home." Dad says in his affirmative tone. "Easier said than done dad, but, for your sake, I will try my very best 1% to make a friend." "Do you really have to be sarcastic?" He sighs. I sigh as well. Yes, yes I do. "Me and people don't mix dad. I like keeping to myself. Has that ever steered me wrong? I am an above average student. Why get messed up in the wrong crowd and be peer pressured to do just about anything that could land me in the slammer. Be happy that I have my head in the books and not bottoms upping a keg at a party." My mom chuckles beside him. "She's got a point there honey. Our daughter knows what she is doing. Let her be. She knows exactly what she wants and is smart beyond her years. We should trust her." She tosses me a smile and I begin to exit the car. "Have a good day sweetheart." They both say in unison and I wave them off. I stare at the massive school in front of me and formulate my plan to survive the day, or, years. I draw nearer to the entrance when I come across a group of kids that look like cheerleaders and jocks all nestled into a pile near the door. Great. The kids who are at the top of the food chain. I quickly dodge them as they stare at me. I make it inside unscathed and the damn place seems like it grew in size. I begin to get anxious when someone brushes past me. "You look like a deer caught in headlights." A husky tone says beside me. I look at who is speaking and immediately regret laying my eyes on someone so handsome. I try and speak but nothing comes out. I close my eyes and imagine something, anything else, besides the layer of perfection next to me. "Oh sh!t. My bad. Are you deaf or something?" He points to his ears and I have to keep myself from snorting. I clear my voice hoping to god I don't squeak out my response. "No. I can hear and talk. Just an outsider looking in I suppose." He looks at me questionably. "I am new here. Names Riley." "Ah. New blood. Nice to meet you Riley. I'm Tommy. Good thing I saw you before the vultures did. When they sniff out fresh blood, they jump at the kill. I got your back Riley. Just stay with me." He dashes a knee wobbling smile at me and for the life of me, I begin to feel myself blush. I cover my face. Damnit. I swallow the emotions rising and smile. "Hi there Tommy. Care to show me where the Main Office is? I need to get a copy of my program." He nods. "Like I said Riley. Stick with me. Let's go." He takes my hand in his and leads me to my destination. We get there and I just watch the chaos ensuing around us. Well, sh!t. I'll be waiting here forever until someone notices me. Instead of leaving me to fend for myself, he actually stays by my side and waits for me. Have I entered an alternate universe or something? "I don't want you to be late to any of your classes Tommy. I do appreciate you helping me out. I think I got it from here." He just looks at me. "I don't mind, honestly. Maybe we have some classes together." I shrug not knowing what to say. I am completely speechless. "Okay. Don't blame me if you get in trouble." He fake gasps. "Just for you thinking I would ever blame you, now, I will. You shall be my alibi." I give him a thumbs up when a middle aged woman with glasses approaches me looking like she had just about enough, even though it was only ten minutes after the school day had actually begun. "May I help you young lady?" She assesses both me and Tommy. "Hi. I am a new student. I haven't received my program and I was wondering.." She cuts me off. "Name." "Riley Scott." "Give me a second. And you young man? Do you need help with something?" He points to himself and looks behind him. "Me? Nah, I am good. Just here helping my friend out." He pats me on the back. "You better get to class. She will be fine from here." "But.." He says trying to get his way. I smirk. I raise an eyebrow looking at him. "Fine." He turns to me, grabbing my hand and writing something on it. "Text me when you get your program." "Umm. Ok. No need to be all clingy. We just met. How do you know I am not some psychopath reading into all of this between us way too much and about to engrave our names into all the desks because we are destined to be together forever?" It's now his turn to raise an eyebrow. He puts the pen to his lips and stands there deep in thought. "I'm not, by the way. You are not even my type." I quickly say to him. He grins. "Oh, I know. Just wanted you to suffer a little bit. I can see we are going to be great friends." He winks at me and leaves. I go over everything that just happened while waiting for my program. Either he is being honest about wanting to be my friend or setting me up for the most humiliating downfall of my life. I cringe at the thought. "Here you go young lady. This paper here is your program for the semester. This paper is your combination code for your locker. Oh, here is a late slip to give to the teacher so they don't give you any trouble." I smile and take the papers, quickly scanning them. "Thank you." I walk out and look both ways before taking a wild guess to figure out where my first class is. Low and behold, I miraculously find my way and enter the class to have everybody's attention set on me. I approach the teacher with my late pass and she accepts it nodding to the empty chairs. Almost immediately my gaze locks onto Tommy's who has got a grin plastered on his face. He points to the seat in front of him and I slide into it. "What happened to texting me?" He whispers behind me. I shrug. "What happened to not being so clingy?" I turn my head to whisper back. "Touche." I shake my head and snicker quietly. ****************************************************** The day goes by shockingly fast if I might say. At least the teachers I have this year are nice enough. The course work seems to not be overkill and the homework is not much for the time being. Once all the mid year finals and regents exams start approaching, that's when sh!t will hit the fan. After reviewing my schedule in the morning, I memorize where my locker is and the combination to it. I begin to head towards it when a group of jocks come swooshing past me, passing a football back and forth, nearly colliding with me. "Sh!t. Heads up ponytail!" I am nearly knocked in the head with the football when I notice that someone had caught it literally two inches away from my skull. "For f!ck sakes bro. Watch where you throw this stupid thing. There's a reason why there is a gigantic field outside." Tommy says clearly annoyed at the jock. "My bad Mathers. You should try out for the team this year. Got nice hand eye coordination." The jock walks past him not even waiting for an answer from Tommy. "They're f!cking dumbasses I swear." He says through gritted teeth. "Thanks for the save." He looks at me and his expression turns from peeved to happy instantly. "Told you I got you." He says cooly. "That you do. I owe you one." I head towards my locker and he follows suit. I get to my locker and enter the combination. I pull out the books I have already received and dump them inside. Tommy leans against the locker beside mine typing away on his phone. I close my locker and lean against it eyeing him. "Why are you being nice to me? You don't know me and I am new here. You must know everyone here from your former years at JHS and Elementary. Why look out for me?" He shuts his phone off, shoves it into his pocket, and turns to me. "Honestly? You remind me of a girl I used to know. In some strange way, I thought that the universe was showing me that everything was going to be ok. Sorry I came on so strong. I just felt this pull towards you. Like you could be this amazing friend and everything. I get it if you don't want me around." He pushes forward to leave but I grab his arm. "I have one more question." He sighs. "And that would be?" "What is your top favorite food, movie, book, and type of music?" "Wait. What?" He looks at me astonished. "I mean if you don't say the right answers, I don't think this friendship will ever work." I wink at him and begin to laugh. He relaxes and begins to list all his favorites, while walking me home.