Chapter 1 part 1- The New Girl

Emily woke up with her entire body in immense pain. She was hurting because of the previous night she had endured with her father. He started beating on her after coming home drunk. He then threw her against the wall and everything went black. She painfully and slowly got dressed for her new school. Yes it was new; she had to move because they almost found out the cruelty of her father towards his daughter. Oh yeah, he got mad and almost killed her. Picadale High School, Emily was going to be a senior this year and the quicker she finishes school the better. "Dad, I'm leaving." She said softly but he did not answer so he left.

At school Emily went to the office retrieved her schedule and everything else, so she moved on towards her first class. Her name is Emily Caldwell and now she is a senior now, so that would make her seventeen but no, she is sixteen. She skipped a grade and is a straight 'A' student. Her hair is blond, it's real but she dyes it constantly. She has in black highlights because it is one of her favourite colours. One of her quotes are; "I may look like a Barbie or built like a porn star but so what, I don't care. You don't get in my face and I won't get in yours."

Emily really loves fashion and has on a pair of jeans, blue tank top that state's "no rules" and of course sky blue wedge heels. She went inside her first class calculus; her favourite subject. Her subject teacher, Mr. Wilson started to introduce her but the other students started whispering and a group of boys whistled. She blushed and the teacher said "Students, this is Miss Emily Caldwell and she is now apart of this class, pleased …. make her feel welcomed!" He said in a pleading but stern manner. Emily looked down to the floor, "Umm, miss Caldwell.. please sit in the empty seat in front of Mr. Preston."

She looked towards the direction of the desk and saw the hottest, sexist boy she had ever seen. His deep green eyes meet hers and she felt herself shiver under his scorching gaze. She could have sworn her body was hot all over and felt something wet running down inside of her panties. She thought Oh my God, I have become a pervert, yet again she blushed and looked up to see his eyes burning like fire, his lust- filled eyes did something to her. It made her want him badly and her woman area was aching for what seemed to be his touch.

One of his friends said something to him and he shook his slightly brownish- blond hair and laughed loudly. She then went to the desk and sat down. He leaned forward and whispered his name and something else into her ears, slipped a piece of paper into her hands that made her heart sink. My God, what a jerk. That son of a bitch just told me to call him when I was ready to come to his house and so he could fuck me. She thought angrily and decided to play along, she wrote him back that they were to meet at lunch. She gave him a sexy, more like a ' I want to fuck you' smile and turned back to the teacher.

Emily had two more classes that she hated because it was boring but was fortunately good at. Finally, lunch came around. Lunch was her best, most favourite part of school. No one believes her when she says that. She got her lunch and sat at an empty table. As Jake got up from his table it seems as if the time stood still, the cafeteria was so quiet and all eyes were staring in her direction. Even his his own table filled with mostly his jock friends (perverts,man whores) and cheerleaders( sluts and evil bitches) not all were awful but some were not mentionable.

She looked up and saw him walking towards her. Shit! She thought, what to do? Stupid! You are going to be yourself, act calm and carefree. Shouted the voice inside her head. " Hey babe!" he said in his husky and slightly noticeable British accent. Oh wow, did not know that was there and it is so darn sexy! Get a grip honey.. . He then put his arm around her waist while sitting beside her, but her abuse from yesterday was still fresh in her mind and so warning flashed across her brain. Emily flinched and wearily said "Jake?" He leaned closely and whispered in her ears, "Yeah Emi?" Emi! That's what my mom used to call me until she died. God, I miss her… she thought if only she had not died. Emily felt tears pricked her eyes and said brokenly and hurt. One, don't call me Emi and two… if you are gonna touch do it gently." She snapped and looked away then said, "What are you even doing here?"……. Emily Jake

Copyright © Ariana Smith

2010

okay people this is my first story, hopefully a book someday. if i have offended any one i am sorry, constructive criticism can be offered. also ideas help and all those crap. I REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT. comment and vote please THANKS A LOT LOVE YOU AND you are all always thought of!!!! :)