Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I walked down the hallway, my heels clicking to no end as I walked towards my first class. People littered the hallway, their stares drilling into my head. I made no sign of acknowledgement as I walked to the door of my class.
If no one was going to be decent then they didn't deserve my decency.
I opened the door, not stopping as all heads turned my way. I sent a forced smile to the teacher who welcomed me before taking a seat at the back.
All I could hear were mutters and whispers as people eyed me like either a piece of candy or a piece of garbage.
The first few minutes went slower than a snail on its way to its alarm clock, and I could feel myself growing more and more irritated at the stares.
"Try not to kill someone." My head snapped in the direction of the voice when the chair beside me was pulled out and someone sat on it. His voice was husky with a deep rasp to it.
I'll kill you in a minute.
My patience was thinning as more and more seconds ticked by, and all I wanted was to get up and go to my room where I could lie in bed, away from all the constant eyes.
I was not a throned rose in a glass case.
"Woah," he put his hands up in surrender. "Don't kill me just yet."
"I will if you don't go away." I snapped unintentionally.
"Too bad." He smirked, making himself comfortable. He leaned back in the chair, shifting his hips forward before placing his arms on the table in front of him.
We were supposed to be learning about some science shit but I was a bit preoccupied when a ping went off from my phone. Before I could answer it, the teacher was in front of me with his hand held out.
I raised my eyebrows in a 'what?' expression and he only kept his hand out. He looked pointedly at the phone which was face down on the table. I sighed before placing it into his awaiting hand. I made no argument as he walked back to his table, placing the phone on the desk before continuing.
"I wasn't even on the bloody thing." I muttered under my breath.
The guy beside me chuckled lightheartedly. "That's Mr Owens for you. He practically steals peoples' phones for a living as soon as he gets a glance of one."
This time I finally had a good look at the person who decided to sit beside me. His uniform snuggly tightened around his muscular body, straining over his muscles and there was a faint line of abs through his shirt that could be seen. His hair was combed neatly as it held a rich, woody, brown colour; soft enough to want to run my fingers through it. It framed his narrow and structured cheekbones, trained on either side of his face which was a pale tan colour. He wore small, diamond earrings comfortably on both ears, shining brightly whenever the light decided to descend upon him.
