Of love and lies

1

*Freya's POV*

*beep beep beep*

I groan, rolling over. I pull my arm out of the wad of blankets, slapping that damn alarm clock. That thing is my sworn enemy.

Sighing, I sat up. May I note, begrudgingly. Regretting staying up all night reading.

It's Monday. Worst fucking day out of all of them.

I throw the blankets off of me, shivering at the sudden cold. I stand up, sauntering over to the bathroom across the hall to shower.

I slide out of my clothes and into the piping hot water. This feels like heaven. I love when it feels like my skin is melting off. It soothing to be under the scalding water, it relaxes the muscles immensely.

I scrub my hair and wash my body. I take my time in the shower so that I don't have to face the real world yet. But sadly, I have to get out. After awhile, I get out and get dressed. The rest of the morning a rushed, hazy blur.

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Getting in my car, I back out of the driveway and begin my journey to school. I get there, and pull into my spot. I look at the clock and realize I'm early so I just sit in my car for thirty minutes, listening to music.

When it's time to finally leave my bubble, it makes me dread living. Life sucks and the people here just add to the constant annoyance and anger I often feel bubbling inside me.

Slowly, I drags myself out and slam the door, pulling my hood over my hair, trying to avoid any eye contact.

If I'm going to be honest, I love not having friends because there's no drama, no worrying about others feelings.

Loneliness is my forte.

As soon as I walking in the front doors of the halls, I feel the heated stares coming my way.

Goddammit.

I feel the warmth spread from my cheeks down my neck and onto my collarbones.

I hate when people look at me because who would want to look at me right? I'm just a monstrosity to look at, so why look to begin with?

Suddenly, when I'm not paying attention, trapped in my headspace, I feel my feet being swiped out from under me. I yelp, feeling my body fall extremely fast. I put my arms up, shielding my face from the cold, hard ground. The ground finally comes, and smacks me. hard.

Rolling over, I see the group of kids who mess with me, laughing and recording. I feel to embarrassed that I stop breathing. I just look up at them like a deer caught in headlight.

When the anger finally makes an appearance, I get up as fast as humanly possible, and stomp off to homeroom.

On my way there, I hear the most annoying fucking voice known to man. Becka. For some goddamn reason, she has had it out for me since day one. On my first day of school, she tripped me in the lunch room in front of the whole school. I shiver at the memory.

Turning slowly, I face the bitch and her side piece.

"Awww are you hurt freyass?" Becka mocks in her absolutely fucking annoying voice. "Yeah, you hurt fuckhead?" her boyfriend, Adam chimes in, laughing at my nickname.

Rolling me eyes, I just turn on my heel and leave, not wanting anymore torture. Not even first period, and my life is a living hell.

Great.

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Walking into seventh period is always hard.

The goon squad are all in this class with me.

Surprisingly. I still can't believe they made it to AP Euro with me. I crack the slightest smirk thinking about it.

I get to the back left corner as fast as I can so I don't have to associate with the fuckers in the front.

I lean back a huff a breath, closing my eyes, mentally preparing for the next 38 minuets of complete hell.

Hearing the door slam shut always shuts the class up because the bitch finally walked it.

Mrs. Solomon claps her hands loudly, shutting everyone up. Everyone is utterly afraid of her. That woman is the She-devil of this school. Every student wants to kill her in their darkest fantasies.

"Today, we are starting a project. You will be put into groups of two." Instinctively I look down not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Whispers erupt around the room from people deciding who's gonna be their partner, but I just sit their not wanting the aggravation.

"Don't worry, I already picked the groups."

Everyone around me groans, but I feel my blood run cold. Every scenario runs through my head.

What if she put me with one of the goon squad kids?
What if I have to interact with someone?
Who am I with?

My anxiety is through the roof and I start to twitch when she starts reading off names.

"Eve and Carson"

"Becka and Adam"

"Jack and Maddison"

"Freya and Vincenzo"

I froze completely. My blood runs cold and my hands start to sweat. Eyes wide and mouth agape, I look over to him. He's staring blankly at his hands, not a goddamn care in the world.

I can't feel anything.

Why was I paired with him? He's too smart for me. God, I am such an idiot.

He's just going to laugh in my face and call me ugly probably. He's tall and has a nice build, so why should he, Vincenzo Costa even think I'm pretty? I mean, it's pretty obvious that we are on different levels of the attractive scale.

Snickers erupt in the front of the class, along with whispers.

"QUIET" Mrs. Solomon yells, slamming her hand on Cam's desk harshly making everyone jump.

Taking a deep breath she continues "Okay, now that you all know your partners, you all can break off and work. The project is due in three weeks and I expect greatness or I fail you. Now go and work."

I stay, stuck in my chair with raw anxiety.

Around me, everyone scatters and moves around, talking loudly, laughing but I can't move or breathe. I can't work with the Vincenzo Costa. He's probably just as bad as Adam and Becka.

I stay where I'm seated. Not caring if I look absolutely ridiculous.

Looking down at my hands I never even realized the chair in front of me was occupied with the muscular man that's on my mind.

"Hello." A smooth, deep voice rang through my ears. My breath hitched and my leg bobbed violently under my desk. I slowly look up to see the god of a man looking at me with penetrating bright blue eyes.

I divert eye contact immediately, feeling overwhelmed and out of my comfort zone. I shift uncomfortably in my chair. 

His eyes following the action, with a clenched jaw.

"Hi." I whisper in a extremely shaky voice, still avoiding eye contact. Not wanting to talk to such an extraordinarily gorgeous man.

Feeling self conscious, I put my hands on my cheeks to cover some of my face.

"So, how do you want to do this?" His smooth voice asks me confidently.

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First chapter done. MWHAHAH. I hope its up to all of your standards. Its my first book dont be too harsh hahaa. I hope you all stay around to read this book all the way through. I'm already in love with it.

Love you all,

                            -D<3