Chapter 1 - Anastasia
I know what you came here for. You came here for a romantic story about a dancer falling in love with a hockey player. But this is anything but love. This is loathing, and a lot of it at that. Bentley Taylor is the one person I hate more than my father, and that’s saying something, because I hate that man.
Dance and school are my focus right now. I am a seventeen-year-old girl, Love is not on my radar; I have plenty of years for that boring, yucky stuff such as a committed relationship. Getting attached during my senior year is also unhealthy since I’ll be graduating in June.
“So, senior year, huh?” Sherlyn said. Sherlyn is my adoptive mother. My dad left when I was three, and my birth mother died in a car accident a few years later. So, being from foster home to foster home is how I’ve been. It sucks though because I actually like Sherlyn, she is chill, unlike other foster parents I’ve had. Sherlyn is one of those tortured artists. Her art is painting and sometimes drawing.
“Yup, it’s gonna be great as long as I steer clear from Bentley.”
“Are you ever gonna tell me what happened?”
“Nope. I don’t plan on telling anyone. Ever.”
Sherlyn raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a questioning look.
“Never, ever,” I added a hint of annoyance so she’d drop it. Nothing is worse than starting the day talking about Bentley.
Due to filling up all my credits the first two years, I only have four classes, so that is what I’m doing, along with calculus, AP 12 English, and Cosmetology 2. So classes are pretty great.
I keep my head down while walking to class; it helps me stay unnoticed, and it is easier to avoid people that I don’t want to talk to. Unfortunately, walking with your head down doesn’t help you see. Causing me to bump into someone. I mumble a quiet “sorry,” hoping it’ll make them leave me alone. But now he turns around and says, “Anastasia.” I look up, and my eyes lock into Bentley’s bright blue eyes. The exact eyes I was and am trying to avoid.
