Fatal Love

1. The Beginning

I've always believed love would be a fairytale. That I would find the guy who was perfect for me, settle down, get married and have babies.

Well... Life turned upside down on me.
This is my story.
My beginning.

I was raised in a small town in Kansas. You know that childhood show, Courage The Cowardly Dog? How they lived in the middle of No Where?

That's my town. Literally.
Welcome to Purewood! Population 10,000. A thousand of which go to my highschool.

I am in the middle of my Junior year. Still trying to figure out where I am going in life and what my interests even are. I guess you could say that makes me a pretty big loser.

Everyone in my class would definitely say so...

Ok, not everyone. I can't say that, I do have two pretty incredible friends.

Enough with my constant internal monologue.

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I stood at my locker trying to reorganize. I'm so horrible at organization. I can get things organized but then in no time. Boom! Unorganized again.

As I stood there trying to organize. I didn't hear my best friend Emily sneak her cute butt up next to me.

She clears her throat and I jump nearly a foot into the air.

"God! Em, are you trying to put me into an early grave?" I ask putting a hand over my rapidly beating heart. She laughs. I don't mean a giggle she cackle laughs. Hard and loud to the point she turns red as a strawberry.

"My bad, Clara. You should quit being so jumpy." She gasps between breaths and laughter. I roll my eyes at her. Deciding to give up my organization task, I close my locker and give her my full attention.

"So what's up, buttercup?" I ask, using the same phrase I always have with her. She calms herself by taking a few deep breaths and levels her eyes with mine. All serious again.

"We have a new teacher." Emily says with a bit of mischief in her eye. Emily is the type to give teachers issues. She always argues and knows what buttons to push. So of course she would come to me with this news.

In most schools new teachers or even students aren't that big of a deal. But when you live in such a tiny town. Everything is exciting especially when it's new.

"So what's your plan for this teacher? Your normal harassment until your sent to Mr. Nelson's office or some anonymous prank?" I ask her.

"I'm not sure that's what I wanted to discuss with you."

"Oh no, Em. Your not getting me involved. I need to my nose clean until the end of the year if I even stand a chance of walking in graduation next year."

Emily has gotten me into trouble before. Luckily my mom and Mr. Nelson are dating or I would probably still be a sophomore.

"Hey, I just wanna scope him or her out first and then decide from there if the teacher is cool or not." Emily huffs.

"Do you or I even have the pleasure of having this new teacher?"

"Yes, we do our 4th period. Ms. Apple white has been replaced so she can be the art teacher for the rest of this year and next year." Emily explains.

Fourth period was my favorite class. AP U.S. History, Applegate was ok at teaching it but I learned better from reading my textbook. Maybe this teacher would be a bit different in their style of teaching.

"Alright then. I guess we will just find out then," I say shrugging. I notice the clock hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the hall. "Come on we are gonna be late for homeroom."

I grab Emily's small wrist and lead her down the hallway to our homeroom. As we sit down the bell rings signaling the homeroom has begun.

Homeroom was never a favorite class of mine. I never understood the point of it. It's literally a hang out spot with some of your class and the teacher who's room your in just sits at their desk ignoring you, starring at their laptop. I know sometimes they walk you through your grades and what you can do to make them better, if need be. But personally I find it annoying and a waste of an hour that could be taken and used for a different class to earn a credit for graduation. But that's just my opinion.

Emily is sitting in the desk to my right talking to James, a guy from our soccer team, about the new teacher from what I can gather.

"So your sure it's male teacher?" Emily asks.

"That's what I heard from Jared and Michael who are supposed to have the new teacher for their homeroom." He said with a nonchalant shrug.

A male teacher? I can only imagine the ideas for pranks Em must have swirling in her head right now. She loves giving old male teachers the hardest time. Why though? I can't be completely sure but I think it has to do with her long standing daddy issues. Or that Em is simply a bored bitch. Either way it makes sense, if you have known Emily as long as I have.

"Hey, Emerson. How is your mom doing? I heard she dropped off Mr. Nelson this morning." The most annoying voice in the world called to me from behind in the back of the classroom. Alex the most annoying. Caveman like football player in history. I don't know why he thinks he will get a rise out of me over what my mom chooses to do.

"Stuff it where the sun don't shine, Jackson." I said holding up my middle finger behind my head. Hoping he would be looking. I heard a bunch of oos from other guys that were probably around him.

"I wouldn't be to smug there Clara. Before you know it your daddy might hear about your bad behavior in class if coach Rider saw that." He whispered pretty close to my ear. I jumped a bit and spun my body around glaring.

"He's not my dad, jackass." I gritted between my teeth. Annoyed that he had to bring his annoying voice closer to my ear. I have a headache now.

"Right." He said with a big toothy grin and a smug look. God I hate Alex Jackson. Why couldn't he drop out already.

The bell rang signalling the end of Homeroom.

Let the day begin.

A/N: My first story. Please give it a chance. You might just like it. If you have any helpful advice and constructive criticism please reach out to me. I will take all that is offered. Thank you, Buttercups! -Luna