The Koala and the Jerk

The first warning bell for class rings, jolting you from your panicked state. You clutch the crumpled school map, feeling utterly lost in the chaotic halls of King City High. Being directionally challenged is a curse, especially on your first day at a new school, a month and a half into the semester.
Your injured ribs ache with every hurried step. This move, this new name, this new school—it's all part of keeping a promise, of staying hidden. Drawing attention is the last thing you need, but as you collide with a wall and then, unfortunately, a walking mountain of a guy, you realize your plan for invisibility might be ruined before it even began. His stunning gray eyes meet yours, a scowl on his face, and you know, with sinking certainty, that your quiet senior year is officially off to a very loud start.
