Chloenette love story The shy

Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one; the shy one. She always stayed in the background. She blended in and never got noticed. She liked it that way. When she's forced to move schools, she is not happy. Everyone notices a new kid and she didn't want that attention. Especially not from Mr Bad Boy who seemed to be very interested in her.

Chapter 1

"You'll be fine," Indianna's mother said and waved her hand dismissively at her daughter. Indianna looked out of the car window and raised her dark eyebrows at the large red-bricked building in front of them. "Just be social and make friends!"

"Social," Indianna muttered and grabbed her bag from the back seat. "Sure." She climbed out of the car, ignoring her mother's cheerful wave goodbye. She slammed the door behind her and glanced up at the school, looking around the school car park that was flooded with many students, laughing and talking to their friends.

Students that noticed Indianna.

Indianna groaned quietly and swung her bag over her shoulder. She lowered her gaze as she made her way up the steps that led to the school and didn't look up as she walked through the bustling corridors, gritting her teeth and flinching every time she accidentally barged shoulders with someone. She thought that if she couldn't see anyone, that maybe they couldn't see her either.

She knew she was being stupid.

The town that Indianna and her mother had moved to wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. Not everyone knew each other personally, but they would recognise a new face from a mile away. This made Indianna's anxiety rise. She hated being noticed. She clutched her hands tighter around the strap of her bag and carried on down the busy corridor. She had come to the school a few days before and the Principle had shown her around so it didn't take her long to find her locker. She fumbled with the lock and hurriedly grabbed the textbooks that were stacked neatly inside, stuffing them into her bag.

Indianna hated that she could feel everyone's curious gazes on her. She hated that she stood out. She swallowed nervously and looked at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. She scanned the timetable and saw that her first lesson was history. After putting her timetable back into her pocket she braced herself and walked down the rowdy corridors, hoping to find her class quickly so she could get a moment of peace before she was surrounded by a room full of new people.

Indianna let out a sigh of relief when she made it to her classroom. It was relatively empty so she made a beeline straight to the back of the class. Now there were no eyes on her. She let her shoulders relax and leaned back in her chair. One year, she told herself. She had to survive for one year in this new town and then she was free. She would graduate and be able to go wherever she pleased.

"Hi!" Indianna's heart jumped in her chest when a blonde, curly-haired girl appeared next to her. She was smiling brightly and had kind brown eyes. "You're Indianna, aren't you? The new girl? You've moved to town with your mother, right?"

Indianna stared at the blonde girl with wide eyes. She had wanted to go unnoticed, but this girl definitely seemed to know her. Indianna wasn't sure how to respond.

"Sorry," the girl apologised and sat down next to Indianna, noticing her discomfort. "I didn't mean to scare you off, I just thought I'd introduce myself! I know what it's like to be new in this town, I moved here a year ago. I'm Brooklyn, but everyone calls me Brooke."

Indianna nodded and looked at her hands. She picked at her chipped nail varnish and hoped this girl would go away. Indianna wasn't good with people. She'd rather be left alone.

Brooklyn blinked and waited for Indianna to speak. She frowned when there was an awkward silence and chewed on her lip. "Not a people person?" Brooklyn wondered. "That's okay, people would argue that I can talk enough for two people." Indianna's eyes flickered to Brooklyn who was smiling. "You can talk to me, I promise I don't bite, like some people in this school," Brooklyn said kindly with a laugh.

Indianna stiffened and shook her head. "No," she whispered. Her voice was gentle and soft.

Brooklyn frowned. "No?"

"Don't talk about that, please," Indianna said quietly.

"Talk about what?" Brooklyn asked, cocking her head to the side curiously.

"Biting," Indianna muttered, forcing the word out like it was poison. Brooklyn noticed how Indianna grabbed her wrist, her eyes flashing with panic.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Brooklyn said quickly. "I didn't realise that was a sensitive topic. Sorry, I talk a lot and sometimes I say stupid things- I'll... I'm going to shut up now- Brandon, thank god, hi!" Brooklyn looked up as a guy approached the desk. He had the same blond curly hair as Brooklyn and matching brown eyes.

"Brooke, you're not terrorising the new girl, are you?" He teased. He had a wide smile and he looked at Indianna with inquisitive eyes. Everyone here was interested in the new girl. No one knew anything about her or her mother. To the town, they were a mystery, and in small towns, everyone liked to unravel the mystery of new people quickly.

"No!" Brooklyn laughed and hit Brandon's arm as he sat down next to Brooklyn. "Well, not purposely. Indianna, this is Brandon, my cousin. Brandon, meet Indianna."

"Hi," Brandon said warmly. "It's nice to meet you, Indianna."

Indianna swallowed and looked up at him, forcing a smile. "Hello."

"She's a little shy," Brooklyn said, pointing out the obvious personality trait that she had noticed in Indianna.

"After a few minutes with you I'm sure that will change," Brandon said, nudging Brooklyn's shoulder with his elbow.

Indianna looked up at the clock on the wall and groaned internally. Seven minutes of the lesson had passed. If the rest of the year was going to pass as slowly as this, she didn't know how she was going to survive.

"Oh, great," Brooklyn mumbled and sighed. Indianna looked up as three boys walked into the classroom and she noticed how Brooklyn slouched down in her seat and avoided eye contact. Brandon glared and clenched his hands into fists.

Two boys stood slightly ahead of the other one. There was a ginger-haired boy who was laughing loudly at the brown-haired boy who was smiling, showing off his dimples. Behind them stood a boy with dark hair. His face was blank and his eyes looked like cold, bottomless pits. Indianna's heart raced at the sight of him, in a split second he instilled fear into her and she didn't even know him. She noticed tattoos littering his arms and she raised her eyebrows in shock, she had to remind herself that he was the same age as her, not that you'd think that by his looks. He had an air of confidence around him and he looked mean, unlike the other two boys who didn't have a dark look about them. The brown-haired boy looked kind and the ginger-haired boy looked mischievous, but the dark-haired boy looked... Dangerous. Indianna swallowed nervously and swiftly looked away when the dark-haired boy's eyes scanned the classroom. All eyes were on them, the class seemed as entranced. It was as if no one had ever seen these boys before. Indianna wasn't sure if the looks they were receiving were of lust or fear.

An irritable expression flashed across the dark-haired boy's face when he realised the class were staring at him and his two friends. Although he was used to it, he still glared and snapped "what?"

Chills filled Indianna's body when he spoke. A wave of butterflies rose up from her feet that made her body feel on edge. One word was all that it took to make the class immediately turn their attention away from the three boys. His voice was deep and clear, it had cut through the silence of the classroom like a razor-sharp knife. Indianna couldn't imagine kind words leaving the lips of the dark-haired boy. From one look at him, you could tell that being nice was foreign to him. It was then she realised that the looks they were receiving weren't of lust, they were definitely of fear.

Indianna turned to Brooklyn as the three boys sat on the opposite side of the classroom. She heard a loud laugh from the ginger boy and she could see the dark-haired boy out of the corner of her eye, rolling his eyes at his ginger friend and kicking his feet up onto the desk in front of him. "Who are they?" Indianna asked quietly.

Brooklyn adjusted in her seat, turning her back to the boys. "People you should stay away from," she said firmly. "The ginger guy, he's called Kal. The brown-haired one is Ace. The dark-haired one is-"

"Greyson Evans," Brandon scowled. "He is not a nice person."

"He has no regard for anyone but himself and his few friends. He's a dick, he's dangerous and he uses girls for nothing more than sex. He's bad news and they are the one group in this town you should stay away from. Kal and Ace aren't bad people, but you don't want to get on their radar because then you'll be on his-"

Brooklyn was cut off but the deep, slow drawl. "I can hear you, Brooklyn," Greyson called. He looked at Brooklyn from his seat and she pursed her lips, turning to face him. "You're not gossiping again, are you?"

Brooklyn smiled sweetly. "I'm just telling the truth, Greyson."

"Well, I'm very interested to hear what you have to say," Greyson urged, raising his eyebrows daringly at Brooklyn. "Continue."

"I highly doubt you would like hearing what I have to say," Brooklyn said with a shrug of her shoulders. Indianna watched Brooklyn carefully and noticed that she didn't seem afraid of Greyson, unlike the rest of the class. She glanced at Brandon, who was glaring, at the same time as Greyson did.

"Brandon, if you keep glaring at us I will punch you," Greyson warned and his eyes flickered to Brooklyn's, glittering with dangerous amusement. "I know I shouldn't, considering that you're Brooklyn's cousin, but you both know that I don't care."

"Greyson!" Brooklyn said sharply. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You are not going to punch Brandon!"

"And what could you do to stop me, Brooklyn?" Greyson wondered. "You may be surprisingly high up on the school social ladder, but I know of a guy who can keep you on your leash."

Brooklyn's cheeks flushed red and she pursed her lips when Kal snorted, smirking at Brooklyn's discomfort. "Shut it, Kal," she grumbled.

Greyson tutted. "Don't try and tell me what I can and can't do, Brooklyn. You will always lose, remember that."

"Speaking of Harry," Kal said and winked at Brooklyn. "Where is he?"

"Yes, great question, Kal. Where is Harry?" Greyson said to Brooklyn. "I know he was looking for you this morning."

"I don't know where he is! Why would I?" Brooklyn said quickly and crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Greyson and his friends. "Now, please leave us be!"

"As you wish," Greyson scoffed and Brooklyn turned back to Indianna.

"As you can see, he's an ass," Brooklyn huffed and rolled her eyes. "Keep away from him. From them."

Indianna raised her eyebrows curiously and spoke quietly. "Why don't you?"

Brooklyn frowned. "What?"

"Your boyfriend is his friend, isn't he?" Indianna observed.

"B-boyfriend? What? No!" Brooklyn spluttered and Indianna smiled ever so slightly.

"Harry, that's what they said his name was, wasn't it?"

"Observant."

Indianna jumped when Greyson appeared behind her and he leaned back against the cupboard, crossing his arms over his chest. She stared at him, suddenly going silent. "Now," he said and looked Indianna up and down. "Who are you?"

"I think it's better if you don't find out," Brandon muttered. Greyson ignored him.

"Her name is Indianna and that's all you need to know. So if you can just leave-"

"I'm pretty sure she can speak for herself, Brooklyn."

"She's shy," Brooklyn said, glancing at Indianna who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the classroom, talking to Greyson.

"Well, come on. I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before.

"Don't talk about that," Indianna said, her voice was still quiet but it was firm.

"Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson wondered. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Somebody likes it rough."