Gold Can Stay (editing hiatus)

Chapter One

                                                                              Scarlett's POV

Will be edited. 

The first thing I noticed about him was his insufferable fashion taste, or lack thereof.

The second thing I noticed while noticing him was that he was noticing me too.

I groaned softly under my breath and turned back to my desk trying to ignore the heat of his curious gaze on the back of my head.

I was new here as I had just transferred from a private school in New York. My loving and always thoughtful mother thought it'd be a great idea to move me away from the only life I'd ever known to get a 'new start' in Miami, Florida.

And so far, the only thing in this place I'm halfway liking is the fact that it's hot enough for me to wash my hair right before I leave the house and have it basically blow-dried by the time I got to school.

Where was the teacher? I looked up at the clock and tried to ignore the critical stares of my classmates as I noticed the teacher was 13 minutes late.

I felt my leg start to bounce underneath the table as I, or tried to, look around the classroom conspicuously. I noticed a girl in the corner with her head down and I heard soft snores coming from her direction as she slept, unaware of a trio of girls laughing at her.

Ah there it is. I had found the golden ones, I thought dryly. They were blond, except for one who was brunette, thin, and sat in front of two guys who looked barely awake as the girls around them talked.

Next to them I saw a girl who was staring at me. I looked back at her and smiled small but she continued staring. I turned away slowly.

Okay then.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I looked down smiling as I saw a message from my friend Violet, back in New York.

Missing you. She had also sent a picture of her flicking off the back of my old English teacher's head and I laughed softly shaking my head.

God he sucked.

Violet Laws has been my best friend ever since I could remember. We instantly bonded over our names, since both of our parents had a genius idea to name us after colors. I mean what child doesn't like to be named after colors of the rainbow?

We were basically partners in crime, Violet being the levelheaded one, always making the right decisions and keeping me from landing myself in jail.

I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. The countless jokes I've heard about redheads and unfortunately, when it came to me, the assumptions were true.

I get angry. I'm as stubborn as you could possibly think. When people rubbed me the wrong way, I told them off.

And as you may imagine, it didn't usually end well for me. I've gotten more detention slips than I've had room for in my backpack.

Both of us together, however, were explosive. We created the most elaborate pranks and dealt them out to whoever we deemed fit.

Suddenly the front door opened, interrupting my train of thought and I quickly pocketed my phone, looking up as my creative writing teacher strode into the room, carrying her bag in one hand and clutching a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the other.

She set her things down and looked up at the clock making a face.

"Christ I'm late aren't I?" She spoke in a light British accent and as I looked out of the corner of my eye, I saw how the boys in the class were appeared to have woken up, giving her their complete attention.