The punk and the jerk

chapter 1

I tap my pencil impatiently against the side of my school desk, creating a light rhythm as I wait for the half hour to be up and my teacher to let me go home. I'm in detention once again with Mr Willis, as per usual he's asleep, probably hungover from all the alcohol he drowns his sorrowful relationship problems (which he never fails to update us on, much to our joy) in. He's asleep, I could easily just leave, but I haven't got anywhere I need to be or anyone to meet as far as I can remember. So I just take out my diary and start doodling and creating some catfish and the bottlemen fan art (they're an amazing band, weird name, but a fab band)

Once the time is up, Mr Willis' phone alarm rings and the hairy, gormless creature awakens from it's slumber. He slurs out some misplaced words to try and form a sentence which i presume to be "Don't let me catch you wearing that thing again", before falling back asleep.

I roll my eyes as I walk out of the classroom, taking out the offending item from its box in my pocket, I pull my lip forward and take the black lip ring, pushing it through my lip. I ruffle my dark brown and blue hair then smooth down the side fringe that spweeps across my face.

I look up at the clock hanging above the double doors that are my exit out of this hell hole. Shit! I was supposed to pick up my baby sister from her school! I run along the corridor towards the doors and push them open, only to crash into someone on the other side of the doors.

I feel their warm hands sturdily grip my shoulders, steadying me and stopping me from losing my balance. I look up to the person's face, woah he's tall! He doesn't look too bad either... His jawline is sharp and defined, showing just a hint of stubble and his light brown hair falls across his forehead in an effortless messy way. Then i look into his hazel eyes by which point I have melted internally and think I may have just turned into a puddle on the floor.

"Woah, slow down buttercup, you'll sweep me off my feet" he says with a wink, taking one of his hands of my shoulders and placing it over his heart mockingly.

I knew he was too good to be true, egotistical little... As his cheesey line registers in my brain I shoot him a death glare and push his other hand off of my shoulder in disgust. I push past the asshole, cross my arms across my chest and try and walk away looking unaffected, in the hope that he won't see the blush threatening to invade my pale cheeks.

I plug my earphones into my disgusting, tiny phone which i've had since the beginning of year 6 and start playing my music full volume. I start singing my heart out to "bite my tongue" by you me at six as i walk into my little sisters school. As i wait outside her classroom i exchange my terrible singing (which sounds like a dying walrus) for a quiter hum because i don't think the parents gathering to collect their children would take too kindly to me screaming.

After the song ends i scroll through my music to look for a song to listen to next. All time low?... Hmmm or McBusted...or maybe the-

"Nice music choice" a voice says from behind me, shocked by the sudden voice and the close proximity of its owner to me, I turn around sharply and manage to bang my face against their chest.

I rub my head, recovering from the blow. I look up to their face then wish i hadn't, I see him smirking down at me.

"Slow down buttercup" He says with a wink. Oh how i hate this de ja vu. I give him a cold look, and turn my back to him. I play a song full on volume and go back into my private little bubble.

After what seems like a lifetime, the kids finally come running out of their classrooms. I look for my sister but before i find her myself, I'm ambushed as she comes out of nowhere and launches herself at me, almost making me topple over.

"Hey Carrie" I laugh as she wraps her arms around my neck. She smiles before digging something out of her coat pocket, she pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and opens it, waving it in my face.