After her parents were ruthlessly murdered in front of her, Izalea Matthews is deeply affected by her past that forever haunts her in her dreams. It becomes her aim to stop being afraid of the world and find out what happened to them. Whilst she sea...
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Ring.
I honestly feel like I've won the fucking lottery because ever since the fitness session I haven't bumped into Lydia or Jade.
So far, I'm sat on the table in the janitor's closet for over half an hour and he is probably my most favourite person right now. I'm not in here just because I want to avoid people. Well that's clearly the main reason but I also don't want to attend English class. I can't be bothered to sit in the classroom full of people with the teacher fucking crushing over a 400-year-old man.
Why is every English teacher madly in love with Shakespeare? He's not even hot.
Why did Shakespeare make the door red?
Maybe because it was his play and he just fucking wanted it to be?
I'm just on my phone when I hear smooching sounds and heavy breathing approaching the room I'm in. I ignore it at first, but the voices get more vivid as they're right outside the closet. There's a bang from outside, followed by a low growl. At the same time, I hear a small little ow.
"Don't be so hard, that hurts!" I hear a high pitch voice whine. So I'm guessing that was not how their little make out session was supposed to go?
"Stop being so fucking annoying, now shut the fuck up"
For a minute I think they've gone so I turn back to flicking through my phone, but not before the door bursts open.
I scream "WHAT THE FUCK?" as I get attacked by the mop which was leaning against the door as two idiots making out barge in. My voice seems to have shocked them as the guy pushes the girl away too hard. She trips and lands into the dirty mop bucket. Smooth girl, real smooth.
I look up to see who invaded my hiding spot to end up face to face with Noah fucking Grayson.
"Fucking in the closet Grayson, really?" I cock my eyebrow at him as he returns back to his normal self.
"Mind your own fucking business Matthews," He crosses his arms in front of me and I struggle to keep my eyes from drifting.
"Whatever Grayson," I jump off the table and pick up the mop as I shove it into Noah's chest, moving to side step him out of the door. I don't get very far because I'm pulled back by a strong arm as Noah throws the mop back into the room, leaving the poor girl in the bucket to get out herself. Such a gentleman.
"Can I help you?" I copy Noah's previous stance by crossing my arms over my chest but this doesn't seem to give off the intimidation affect he had, as he has no problem dropping his eyes to my chest. I wave my arms in front of his face and glare at him. "You're such an ass!"
"Ouch, I'm hurt," He places his hand to his chest in fake pain.
"Good, maybe you should go and help your girlfriend,"
