Chapter 1

I slammed the door of my beat up car and slowly made my way towards the steps. I kept my head down and tried to ignore all the curious stares I was getting; gosh, I never knew that being the new girl could be this awful….Two minutes in and I was already eager to run out of this hellhole.

I quickened my pace and walked towards the school office, or I thought it was the school office – heck, I don't know two shits where to go…cut me some slack. I gently knocked on the tall, dark door, quietly hoping that I was in the right place. When I got no response, I tried again and this time the door swung open and I was met with a very furious looking man.

"What is it?" He demanded me (rather rudely), his cold eyes fixed in a penetrating glare.

I cleared my throat and stuttered, "I-I'm um l-looking for the uh of-fice…sir." I added a sir it the end just in hopes that it will at least lighten him up a bit.

Apparently it didn't help because he barked at me, "Well, this is NOT the school office. Who do you think you are barging into my office?"

My eyes widened at his sudden outburst and the cleverest response I could muster up was, "uhr…."

He glared and turned his back to me. Rather confused at what to do, I slowly stepped back trying to make my escape (gosh, you'd think this was some murder story or something…)

"Wait," he ordered me and went towards the far end of his office. I looked at the office and saw that his rather…large frame was hiding a lot. It was a fairly large room with tall, metal cabinets lining all the way round the walls. A brown, leather chair stood behind his desk which was piled with masses of papers. Everything was what a normal office would be…except for the boy with the red hair.

He was sat, slouching on the chair; his head was turned so he was facing me. I quickly glanced at him and what surprised me was his rather extravagant appearance. He had bright red hair, lined with black streaks and bangs which covered his green eyes. His thin lips were pulled into a smirk (he was obviously amused at my encounter with the man) and I saw a silver snakebite…in fact two snakebites. He was wearing a black, baggy Escape The Fate t-shirt and tight, black, ripped jeans with chains across his hips.

Well, I think he made his point about being 'individual' and 'unique'. It wasn't as if he was ugly…it was just that all the…um…uniqueness probably caused girls to shy away from him.

I looked away from him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his playful gaze.

The old man spoke up again, "Sam, show this girl to the office."

"Of course I will," he drawled in a deep voice. My first reaction was 'my god, his voice is so sexy' but then I sorta got creeped out as he didn't tear his gaze away from me.

He got up with exaggerated slowness and stretched as if he had all the time in the world. His yoga (ha, not really) was interrupted by the man shouting, "Samuel, hurry up. Lessons haven't even started and you've already gotten into trouble. Get a move on, boy!"

Sam walked out of the office and mock saluted the man, "Yes sir."

He shut the door and sauntered off whilst I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

He looked back and retorted, "Well, are you gonna come or stand there like a fucking half-wit."

I didn't say anything but quickly caught up with him, not even bothering to make any conversation because something told me that he would surely make everything I say perverted – don't call me judgemental, it was just an assumption!

He quickened his pace and suddenly halted in front of a bright red door labelled 'SCHOOL OFFICE'. Oh, huh, I guess it wasn't that hard to find after all…

His sudden stop caused me to bash into him, my nose crashed into his back sending a flood of pain to shoot up through to my head.

"Oh, ow, fuck. Why are you so hard?" I exclaimed loudly.

He smirked at me, "Oh, babe, it's the affect you have on me."

I was a little lost at first then I finally realised what he said, "Oh…ew, what the hell, dude?"

He winked at me and motioned towards the door, "My job here is done."

Before I could say thanks he ran off into the crowded hallway, leaving me all alone once again.

I made my way into the office and received my timetable from the receptionist lady (who was nice enough to bid me a nice day).

My timetable read:

English –

Math – (I sniggered quite a bit when I saw that one)

LUNCH

Chemistry (single) – Mrs Hay

Physics (single) – Mr Fin (blub, blub, blub..LIKEAFISH)

Art – Miss Newland

FREE PERIOD

END OF THE DAY

One look at the timetable and I swear I was about to faint – why, oh, why did I have to pick the hardest subjects?

I took a deep breath and readied myself for the day ahead – god, I hope they don't pulverise me or stick me in a gigantic cheese grater for being the new girl…No, that was not sarcasm…just some slight over-exaggeration.

I made my way out of the office and into the bustling corridors of the high school which I (unfortunately) had to spend the rest of my lif-uhm spend the next three years in.

People still continued to give me curious glances and I heard the occasional, "Who the hell is she?" "Is she new?" and I even heard a girl say, "Oh ew, is it true that people from England are barbarians?" (a/n haha no offence to any English people – I am English too!) I glared at her sternly which made her back off (god knows for how long).

A thought clicked in my brain, "How on earth did she know that I was English…and why was I suddenly being compared to a barbarian?" I looked down at what I was wearing : dark denim skinny jeans, converse high-tops and a blue and black checked shirt over a grey top – yes, I'm pretty sure that I wasn't wearing a women's Tarzan costume and running around like a deranged cannibal.

It took me a few minutes to realise that I had no clue where on earth I was supposed to be…so, I was just walking around aimlessly around a tacky high school and wasted a few minutes of my life – whoop de doo.

I decided to ask the only people who weren't staring at me – a group of teenagers sat on one of the picnic tables in the mini garden just outside the swimming pool. They were turned away from me so I couldn't see their faces.

I went up to them and tapped one of the guys on the shoulder, "Hi, um, could you tell me where uhhrrr Room C12 is?"

I tried to not stare at his multiple piercings or the fact that he was scowling in annoyance at me.

"What?" He snapped rudely.

My eyes widened at his retort, "Um…I asked if you could tell me wher-"

"I know what you asked me," he shot back,

"But-"

"Go ask someone else," he looked at me in disgust. Gosh, well, he was a charmer…

I had finally lost my cool and coldly snapped, "Well sorry Mr-I don't give a flying shit about you, but seriously fuck off actually….tell me where I need to go then fuck off and go shove yourself up someone's ass crack."

Inside, I was feeling rather smug at my remark while he turned his back to me– gosh, someone needs a teddy bear to hug…I tried to restrain myself from laughing at the hilarious picture I had in my head of this, badass guy with a glare which would make grown men quake in their boots, hugging a pink, fluffy teddy bear.

A girl sitting next to him spoke up, "Oh, don't mind him – he's always like this." I looked at her in amazement – not many people could pull off lavender coloured hair and neon pink jeans.

"You know, you can stop staring any time…" she smirked while the other people in her group snickered not so quietly.

I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment – are all these people as blunt as this?

She rolled her eyes and said, "To go to C12 you need to um go up the stairs, take the first left and it'll be the second classroom down the hallway."

I smiled and muttered a quick, "thanks" before speedily walked off towards the classroom.

I opened the door and was met with an empty classroom, huh, I guess I'm in the wrong one…

Just as I was about to turn back, an old man with slightly crazy hair popped out of the door I was just about to go through – ok, he didn't exactly pop out of the door…oh gosh, you get what I mean (I hope.)

"Mr Grey's English?" He said in a rather hysterical voice.

My eyes widened and I managed to squeak out, "Yes."

"Good, now stay standing up until the rest of the class arrives – I'll need to arrange you all into a seating plan."

I nodded furiously and lent against the wall, hoping I would manage to blend into it, whilst Mr. Grey kept on rushing back and forth out of the classroom, equipped with chunky textbooks and new folders.

Slowly, the classroom began to fill up with students all of whom were happily chatting away with each other – gosh, I hated being friendless.

I sudden pang of jealousy and sadness ran through me – oh how I wish that my friends were with me. If Mark was here, he would have been chatting away about guys in his usual gay self; Liz would've been endlessly gushing about her boyfriend, Nick; Peter would've been clamping his ears and banging his head on the wall due to Liz's gushing; Nina would've been listening to all of us, looking at us in amusement while munching on a packet of M&M's and I would've been stuck in the middle of all of the commotion while glaring at Nina who would've been smiling smugly, silently thanking that she wasn't in my position.

I did get endless phone calls, texts, emails and messages via Facebook but it wasn't the same without them being with me.

Mr Grey shushed the class and said rather loudly, "As you know, it is the start of a new school year which means that you will have to be sitting in a seating plan –"

The class groaned at this, all mumbling and moaning as to why they couldn't sit with their friends.

"-You will sit there until Christmas or however long it takes for me to learn your names."

He called out names and instructed people on where to sit.

"Lin Andrews…" My head snapped up at the mention of my name.

"You will sit over by the window with… Tristan Owens."

I looked over to see where Mr Grey was pointed and, to my misfortune, it seemed as though I was stuck on sitting next to the guy from this morning with the man PMS (ha, it's true! Well…sort of.)

I trudged over to him and scraped back the tacky, plastic red chair to sit on.

Mr Grey clapped his hands and made sure that everyone's attention was on him, "To start the term, I thought it was appropriate to get to know your partner a bit more…"

Oh, why oh why didn't I like where this was going…

"…So I have decided that for the next few weeks you will converse with your partner, get to know them, see who they really are…and then write a 500 word essay on them."

The majority of the class groaned at the mention of the essay while I looked at Tristan with such shock that I felt that my eyeballs were going to pop out (if shock does actually make you feel like that…then yes.)

His continued to stare ahead, his face clear of any emotions and not even bothering to acknowledge my existence.

I turned to face the front and thought to myself, "What have I done to deserve such a thing?"

A/N Sorry it's kinda short but I REALLY REALLY wanted to get this idea onto paper – it's been buzzing around my head for ages!

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