honeys with white hair

transfer student from nowhere - chapter 1

i yawned widely as i sat down heavily in my seat. my head automatically fell into my hands as i breathed a heavy sigh.

"jeez ena, someone's grumpy," taunted a voice from beside me. i gave iris a look that motioned for her to shut her mouth, but she just grinned widely at me.

"i told you, i don't like nicknames," i groaned at her, "my name is athena, no more, no less." i began to absent-mindedly twirl my pen between my fingers.

"alright athena, why so grumpy?" said iris, still mocking me. 

the girl in front of me leant backwards on her chair, tilting it onto two legs. she kicked up her docs onto the desk and looked at me quizically. 

"yeah, you do seem unusually grumpy," she said pointedly, as though her involvment in this settled things. "nice eyeliner though. and nice fit."

i smirked at her.

"orla, this makeup is a day old." she shrugged at me.

"anyway, i'm grumpy because i have to tour the new student today and i'll be doing it on 3 hours of sleep." i said, slamming my head onto the desk.

"sort your sleep schedule out then idiot." said a deeper voice from my left. jett had arrived fashionably late as usual, dressed in his usual rich south-londoner get up. he brushed his hair out of his eyes and winked at some girls as they passed.

i shoved him playfully.

"bit rich coming from you, mr i-stay-up-all-night-and-smoke-on-the-roof." i joked.

he shoved me back as the bell rang. i stood up, slinging my black tote over my shoulder.

"where you going?" said jett, pulling on my jumper sleeve to hold me back.

"touring the new student round this shithole," i said, yanking my sleeve out of his grip, "say hi to miss mckinnon for me."

i blew a sarcastic kiss to jett, orla and iris as i left the classroom and they all flipped me off in return. i tried my hardest not to smile.

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i pulled up my thigh highs as i approached the office where the new student was waiting, he was sat in the office with our secretary, miss fiona. he was looking at he floor, his dark brown fluffy hair drooping low over his head. his baggy jeans and hoodie gave away no secrets about him.

i sighed as i approached miss fiona, and cooly knocked on her desk.

she looked up at me, her bespectacled eyes narrowing. "yes?" she said, feigning sweetness.

"i'm here to tour the new guy," i said, looking at him with interest. he still didn't look up.

miss fiona swivelled in her chair. "phoenix, athena from class 10-Q is here to tour you."

the boy looked up.

holy shit.

his green eyes gazed at me and freckles that almost mirrored mine were scattered across his face. a sharp jawline cut across his features and his olive hands were gripped tightly on a bag, which was in tatters.

butterflies began to dance across my stomach. this boy...

i swallowed, and regained my cool composure. "come on then," i said, motioning for him to follow me. he stood up and we began to walk when-

"ah ah ah, athena." called miss fiona. i spun back round to face her. she gave me a fake smile and handed me a slip of paper. dress coded.

i looked down at my fit. a jumper, skirt, thigh highs and docs. huh. figures.