The Balcony Diaries

| Chapter One |

| Violet-May |

"Aubrey Collins, I've told you like 17,000 times already. I really, really don't give a crap"

I rolled my eyes and pulled my text books from my cluttered locker, shuffling around beneath the mountain of scrunched up papers for my pencil case at the same time. How was my locker so messy? I wasn't usually this unorganised.

Aubrey, my best friend with fire red curly hair, stood beside my locker, leaning against the wall babbling about something I really couldn't care less about.

"But there's a new guy starting today Violet! An actual new guy that hasn't been mentally scarred by our school yet, it's a miracle!" Aubrey continued, staring at the ceiling like a lost puppy.

"Again, I don't care! A new guy that will probably turn into a idiot once he meets all the fellow idiots in our school" I spoke as I slammed shut and locked my locker.

Aubrey didn't want to drop the subject "But he's hot Violet. Not fat, not ugly, not nerdy and not a fuckboy. Seriously, I saw him this morning and he already has girls swooning over him. That shows something"

"Sounds like a player" I muttered, walking down the crowded corridors.

"He has bad boy material too. Apparently the reason he's here all together is because he got kicked out of his old school in LA" Aubrey continued, walking beside me, dodging on-coming students.

"I don't care" I repeated "he's a guy who got kicked out of school and moved here from LA, whatever. Sounds like trouble if you ask me"

"Well it's big news for some of us" Aubrey deadpanned "the ones that actually want to date guys!"

I rolled my eyes and ignored her snarky comment. I really didn't have the time or patience to revisit the subject of why I don't go on dates. It's too hard to explain anyway.

We were a few minutes early to our first class, Mathematics, but we didn't care. We walked through the door and sat down at out normal desks- mine being 3 rows back 2 along.

This class wasn't my favourite class but I usually did alright, despite maths not being a strong point of mine. I just tried to stay on the down-low and get my assignments in on time. I desperately needed to get good grades.

Eventually the classroom became flooded with all the other students and the teacher arriving. He sitting a stack of papers down on his desk- probably some kind of test- and everyone wished he hadn't. I tried to focus as the teacher began explaining and directing us to what we were suppose to do- but it just wasn't very easy today.

I got handed 4 pieces of paper, each with different equations and activities to do on them all revolving around algebra. I let out a sigh and peacefully began doing them. I didn't really like talking in this class.

It was about 20 minutes through that hour long class when I heard the door creak open. I only glanced up for a moment before putting my head back down, only to move it back up again. The person, more like the boy, that walked in, I'd never seen before.

He was tall with ebony brown hair and a chiseled, distinct jawline. I can already tell he's hot and that the girls at this school are going to swarm to him. As I look a little closer I notice how his brown locks curl a little down the front of his forehead, looking perfect with his cobalt eyes. As I glanced over at Aubrey, she already had her eyes glued to him.

"You must be the new student, you're late" Mr. Calton said as he noticed the guy walk into the class. The guy walked over and handed him a yellow piece of paper, probably a slip to use as an excuse for being late on the first day of term.